A/N: Hello my loverly little munchkins of life! Anywho...here is the next chapter. Thank you for the two absolutely glorgeous reviews I got on the last chapter. And thank you to duuude for adding my crappy ass story to their story alerts. All of you make me happy fanficker 33
So, this chapter sucks...and that's sucks because this is an important chapter...oh well.
Also, there will be some panic chapters for every character except Bollo. Not entirely sure why Bollo is excluded, but he is :( ain't that sad. So, this is basically Naboo's panic chapter, but it doesn't really start until the next one.
DAMN STRAIGHT I OWN THE BOOSH!
Mike: Noel, you remember that Canadian?
Noel: Who, Sean Cullen? He's genius, of course I remember him! We would have worked with him on the Boosh, but he had to go back to Cana-
Mike: No, the fanficker.
Noel: Jesus, not her again! Bollo? We need your muscular strength.
Winter: NOOOOOO! PLEASE NO! I LOVE THE SEAN CULLEN! IF I LOVE HIM YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO!
Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine...I kind of wish I could be kidnapped by the Boosh ;) And yes I do actually love Sean Cullen, he is genius.
"Alright, Naboo?" asked Vince, flashing his 'I know it's not alright, but don't you just love me?' smile.
"No, Vince," said Naboo. "It's...awful!"
"What is it?" Howard asked. "A panda steal your favourite hookah?"
"I'm not vince late for work, am I, Howard?" Naboo hissed. Damn straight he hissed. Naboo's like a mad rattlesnake being eaten by a gruffalo at the circus. "You ballbag."
"Sorry, of course not," apologized Howard. "So, what happened?"
Naboo was silent for a few moments, gathering his thoughts. "Well...I'm still not entirely sure, but...I can hardly believe it."
"Can hardly believe what, Naboo?" Vince said, genuinely concerned.
"Someone's cast a spell," Naboo replied.
"It wasn't us," Vince and Howard exclaimed in unison.
"I know," Naboo breathed. "But it has to be someone that knows you both."
"Why?"
"I can tell it was directed to the both of you."
"How?"
"Your auras are both a bit misty and grey."
"What does that mean?" Asked Vince, interested in how Naboo could read auras.
"Well, it was a type of forgetting spell, but much, much more serious and obscure. The people who have been the most affected by forgetting spells end up with a misty, grey aura after it's been cast," Naboo explained.
"Isn't there a counter spell?" Vince questioned.
"No, it wears off on it's own. It only lasts about 24 hours."
"Well, okay then," said Howard and smiled. "There's nothing to worry about."
"Actually..." Naboo mumbled. "you don't understand."
"Well, obviously," cried Vince. "Stop stalling and just tell us what the spell made us forget?"
No one had realized that Vince was actually quite freaked out by this and Naboo and Howard looked at him.
"Please!" Vince said. "Usually you're really blunt. Right now you're just dragging it out like one of Howard's boring stories about people ripping off true be-bop!"
"How about...can you get Meghan?"
"No, she's asleep and I'm going to let her. She has to wake up early in the morning."
"It is early in the morning, Vince!" Naboo yelled. "She needs to hear this too. It's important. This is our lives!"
"Is this a soap opera?" Vince laughed, bitterly. "Yeah, I can tell somrthing's wrong, but can't you tell Meghan in the morning?"
"I don't think we have enough time to wait, Vince."
"But, you said it'll just wear off, it doesn't really matter does it?" Vince said.
"This is more serious then you can imagine. Go wake her up now!" Nabo was completely serious, not that he was never serious. But right now, he was very serious.
"Fine!' Vince spat out and trudged down the hall to his bedroom.
"Meghan," Vince whispered to his girlfriend, kneeling beside their bed. "Meghan, wake up!"
She didn't respond. She lay there, sleeping soundly. So, Vince shook her.
"Meghan, Naboo has something to tell us," she stirred, but didn't seem to register with what was happening. "He says it's important."
He sighed. "I can't do this. She's exhausted."
"Vince?" he heard, mumbled.
"Meghan?"
"What do you want?" She seemed to growl.
"Naboo says something bad's happened," Vince replied, worried his girlfriend might bite his head off.
"No surprise," Meghan breathed, eyes still closed. "What time is it? Are you awake? How long have you been up?"
Vince chuckled at Meghan's rush of questions. She commonly did that when she was half asleep.
"It's around 2:30. Yes, I am awake. And I've only been up for about ten minutes," he answered, pushing Meghan's dark fringe from her eyes. "You have to get up, love."
"I don't want to..."
"I know you don't, but please, Naboo will turn his back on us," Vince pleaded. "He seems really worried. I'm worried too, Meg, I think it's actually really bad. It's not just a small spell."
Meghan groaned, then pushed herself up on her elbows, letting her hair fall messily back into her eyes. "Fine...anything for Naboo." She smirked.
"Morning, kids," Meghan said, eyes still fluttering from sleep depravation. Her and vince entered the kitchen tiredly and both sat down, trying they're best not to fall back asleep. "Everyone have sweet dreams."
There was a moment of hesitation for both Howard and Vince. Vince bit his lip, thinking about it and Howard furrowed his eyebrows.
"Yes," they said together.
"My," Meghan laughed. "You'd think they'd had the same embarassing dream."
"Oh no, sir," said Howard, chuckling nervously. "Not at all."
Vince just smiled, looking bashfully over at Howard. He didn't notice though. He never noticed anything.
"Alright," said Naboo, getting right back to the point. "Someone, i don't know who, has cast a very powerful spell. Now, it isn't permanent, but that isn't really important, because of what actually ensues."
"That makes no sense," Vince said.
"Okay...let me put this bluntly..." he paused. "This life isn't real."
"Blunt, but not very straight forward," Meghan said, confusion clearly playing on her face.
"What I mean is that this is an alternate universe," Naboo explained. "The life we're all leading right now is a lie. I'm not saying it's completely untrue, but it is different. There are main events and people and things that are common in both worlds. Those are generally people you've known for a long time or where you've lived."
"Well, it doesn't seem like it would be much different," Vince observed. "I doubt it would be a big change."
"Actually...that's why I wanted Meghan to be out here..."
"What are you talking about?" she said.
"I don't want it to be true, but..."
"I didn't cast the spell!" She burst out. "This is ridiculous!"
"No, i kno, but..."
"Then what is it?"
"I don't think you're in the other reality."
"What? Like...I don't exist?" Meghan exclaimed.
"I don't know if you're real or if you were created for this universe."
"What...why...why do you think that?" Vince asked quietly as he reached over and squeezed Meghan's hand tightly into his.
"Her aura is...very very thin."
"But..." Vince's face lit up and he said hopefully, "you said that people you've known for a long time are common in both worlds!"
"Vince...you've only known Meghan for three and a half years...that's not nearly as long as you've known Howard."
"And what about you and Bollo, then? I haven't known you two much longer than I've known Meghan."
"I'm a shaman and Bollo's my familiar, we exist in every universe."
"God, Naboo!" yelled Howard. "This is ridiculou! How do you even know this has happened?"
Naboo breathed in and out. "Have any of you had any dreas that felt like memories, but you knew they weren't?"
Meghan shook her head slowly.
"Yes," said Howard, calmly, hanging his head down, as if ashamed.
Vince nodded his head as well.
"So have I, that's how I knew I had t check the book of spells I have in the shop but...it was gone."
No one said anything. The silence was completely uncomfortable and thick. All you could hear was the heavy breathing coming from all four.
"i'm going back to bed," Meghan deadpanned. She stood up and walked slowly back to bed.
"Naboo?" Howard said.
"Yes?"
"How could this have happend?"
"Erm...it could only have taken effect if there was something really pivotal that's happened in the past. Soemthing traumatic, I suppose."
"I can't really think of anything," Vince muttered.
"Yeah, nothing comes to mind," Howard agreed.
"Well, if you remember antything, please tell me."
"I don't believe it!" cried Vince.
"Neither do I, Vince," Naboo said, taking a seat on the sofa. "Neither do I."
Well, muffins, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm not really sure when the next one will be up...but it will be...someday
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