iClue
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN iCARLY OR CLUE, SIS! Sheesh! Now, what was I gonna do here again?
Author's Notes: Well, it's me again! Hey, don't give me that look! Nothing more than Freddie drabbling about his predicament here, but it'll include more Spencer! So, yeah, just read it.
Chapter 3: iWonder what's going on
It's been almost an hour since dinner. And truthfully? I've got nothing to do.
Mom/White's cleaning up the dining room and kitchen. Apparently we made a big mess. Sam/Scar and Carly/Peacock had gone to the theater. I think they've become fast friends, wouldn't surprise me in the least. Howard/Mustard went back to his quarters, and Gibby/Green is around here somewhere. I think he went to the patio, but I can't be sure. I've tried watching the girls movie, but it was some lame horror flick and I found myself bored before half-way through it. Then I tried talking to Mom/White, but she's too busy to pay attention.
And that's how I found myself here, in the observatory. Actually, it's more like a study with a telescope in the window. SO advanced. But, since this seems to be the 1930's (Not to mention Spencer's in charge, even if he is Spencer Boddy now), I can't really say I was expecting more. Actually, this is a nice place to observe the night sky.
"Yes, it is quite beautiful here, isn't it?" I whirl back around, seeing Spencer/Boddy at the doorway. Funny, only now do I recall that he told us to watch out for him, that he'd wander randomly around the manor. He grins at me, a normal, very Spencer-ish grin, with all the humor and jokingness of the old Spencer Shay. How I miss that.
But that brings up questions. Namely, will I ever see the real versions of my friends again? What will happen to Sam without me? And just why am I in this stupid dream world? Or is it even that? Ya know, it's hard not to be philological when in a star-gazing room.
Spencer/Boddy walks up to me, and I absentmindedly make room for him to sit down. He does so, looking over what I'd just scribbled down (I was writing random things that came to mind). His eyebrows furrow in confusion at what he was looking at. His head turned towards me.
"More musings, oh famed Professor Plum?" He has a joking edge to his voice. I look over to him and reply,
"I'm sure 'famed' is an exaggeration, Mr. Boddy," He chuckles halfheartedly. I lean over, raising my eyebrow in a questioning manner. Spencer/Boddy stops chuckling and looks over my notes. He looks back at me.
"Seriously, though, what is this? 'Musings of the Human Psyche'? Just what is this?" For the first time, I look over the notes I didn't put any thought into writing. Surly enough, the title was Musings of the Human Psyche, and the notes were about the power of the human mind in an unconscious state, such as a coma. My mind blanked. Then, it came to me:
"Freddork... Time to get up,"
"What he's in is the level of consciousness referred to as a coma..."
"Sam... It's not your fault..."
"Don't die yet Freddork. I want to be able to tell YOU I won, not your grave,"
That's what's going on... I'm in some sort of coma. Everything here is dreamed up. Shouldn't there be a white light? GAH! Who made dying so confusing, anyways? Wait, hold up, I'm NOT gonna die here, in this creepy manor!
All the while, Spencer/Boddy's been staring at me in concern, "Are you alright, Professor?" That snaps me out of my inner turmoil.
"Yeah... just need to lie down, I've got a headache," I press three fingers to my temple and rub it, as if trying to calm a headache. Spencer/Boddy grins at me.
"Well, that's why I choose to be creative instead of smart! See you tomorrow morning, Professor!" And with that, Spencer/Boddy walks out, presumably to torture the other guests. I smile to my self, imagining Howard/Mustard being bugged by Spencer/Boddy.
Deciding thinking wasn't helping anything, I leave immediately for my room. It's getting late, anyways.
Back in my room, I look in a mirror for the first time in what feels like forever. Should I have expected not to recognize myself? Well, I do, but it's just- this outfit!
I'm wearing a plum-colored suit. It's just simply the solid color plum, no other explanation for it. Underneath the plum jacket is a white shirt, and worn over that is a gray vest with a pocket watch. The shoes are classic for men of this era, simple and easy to move around in, but with an elegant touch to them. I can't help but wonder if I'm rich in this messed up world, or if Spencer was just joking. Sighing, I open my suitcase to find a night robe or something to wear.
And then I stumble upon it.
A paper pamphlet, for a university on the Eastern Coast, falls out onto the wooden floor. Picking it up, there are several men and women (Obviously my mind messed up the whole 30's thing) sitting in front of a collage. A black and white photo, in front of the university sign. And I'm one of the people in front.
I browse through the pamphlet, finding my own class, a course in psychology. So I'm a collage professor. But it also states that I'd found some important alternate function of the human brain while getting my own degree. Apparently, I'm known world wide for that.
Okay, but how is this gonna help me figure all this chiz out?
I can hear the girls walking up the stairs, giggling about some actor in the movie. Eh, typical, even in this insane universe they have to obsess over movie stars.
Despite knowing I'm in a coma, I feel suddenly tired, and fall back onto the bed, not bothering to change into the night robe I found. I think fleetingly of the real Sam: How was she doing? Will she miss me? Why do I even CARE about all this chiz?
Ya know what? I'm just gonna make this simple and fall asleep.
That is probably going to be the HARDEST chapter to write in the entire story. Action starts next chapter. Oh, and by the way, good luck guessing who the killer is this time!
Wait! You forgot to revi- oh, forget it!
