Blindfold
Disclaimers: :copypasteplz:
Author's Notes: Sorry if the update is a bit late. Hey, it's summer! And summer means 'Gimmick Time'! So I've been going out with family and friends… I even got an unwanted tan. D: Good thing I'm naturally fair (so my mom says.) Anyway, I gave my all to finish this chapter. So… there! :)
EDIT: Crap. I'm so sorry! I accidentally turned Mr. Garrison into a woman again. . I fixed it now. Darn my stupidity. XP
Chapter Nine: Call Him Einstein
For the first time in my life, I want to get home as soon as possible. (Save for back when Red Racer was on everyday of the week.) I would run home where I will only lie in bed bored out of my wits until Ruby calls me for Dinner just to escape from this harassment—in the form of questions I couldn't answer, for I have no idea what to answer.
Let's recap. I caught Spaz in the Trust Fall during Guidance, my back hit the floor hard due to the weight, I was brought to the Clinic to check if I haven't broken my spine and to relieve the back pain, I was met with questioning stares, whispers and questions of why I did it when I got out…
"Will you fucking leave me alone, douchebags?"
And now I just called my two best friends douchebags. Fanfuckingtastic.
Clyde and Token stare at me dumbfounded and I, who am quite surprised at what I had said myself, grunt and briskly walk away from them.
"Next fucktard to go near me gets some of this shit right here!" I announce, raising my right fist. Instantly, my path to the main doors is cleared of students who push themselves to the side.
And god I'm so pissed off! And I don't even know why! Is it because I saved that Freak? Is it because my decision took a day and a half to think of? Is it because of the fucking people who pestered me? Is it because I screamed at Token and Clyde? What is it?!
Hold on, I perfectly know who's responsible for my aggravation. It's Spaz. It's always been the Spaz's fault! If only I didn't care about the parents that much to not consider proving them wrong, then I wouldn't think twice about killing him!
No wait, it's the parent's fault! If only they didn't care that much about us to not celebrate at our misfortune, then I would have…
What? God, I'm confusing myself! I don't know whose fault it is: Spaz, Parents or my own! Wait, how could this be my fault?
Suddenly, I awake from my thoughts as I hear myself scream: "ARGH!"
It just so happened that one millisecond ago, due to my half-run and being so deep into thought that I didn't concentrate on where I was walking, I tripped on a stray rock in the middle of the side walk. One second later, my face is now buried on the cold snowy ground.
The rock tells you to chill, I say to myself. I quickly lift my head and wipe my face semi-clean. I sigh and continue on, careful not to trip on another rock. As I arrived home, I head upstairs to my room instantly. I unlock the door, drop my bag and fall on my bed, banging my face on the soft pillow. Why I'm doing this I have no idea why. I roll to my back and sigh. Turning my head to the side, my eyes lie upon my Hamster clock. Four seventeen. Wow, usually I would arrive more or less half an hour after four. I sigh once again.
Great, now I'm bored. I sit up and take off my shoes, then my stained jacket and deposit it in the laundry basket in my bathroom. I massage my temples—christ, my head hurts.
Jesus, I need to calm down. I leave the room and head to the kitchen to grab myself an apple from the steel basket of fruits on the table then wash and soap it clean. I learned that some time ago when I went down to get a Snickers and saw Ruby watching Martha. At first I thought it was weird that you scrub it using Scotch Brite and Joy, but I then found it very reasonable. And so I do it all the time.
I turn off the tap and shake off the excess water. I then head back upstairs, lock the door and take a semi-bite of the apple, letting it stay in my mouth as I grab my pillow and blanket from my bed and head inside the bathroom. I drop them in the tub and take the apple off my mouth, completing the bite as I do. I wipe the juice that trickled down my chin using the back of my hand and turn on the radio of the boom box beside the Laundry Basket. After that, I lie inside the tub, eating my apple and listening to the songs that play.
I do this whenever I'm bored—and I have absolutely nothing else to do—or stressed—which I am as of now.
"To see you when I wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real…"
I remember, back when I had Stripe, I would take him with me, sit in the tub—like what I'm doing right now—and talk to him for hours (or at least until I'm called for dinner). Back then, I didn't experience the heaviness you feel when you bottle up everything inside. I always talk to Stripe. And even if he would scurry around the tub, I know perfectly well that he listened.
But ever since he turned gay and went missing, nothing has been the same. Stan claimed that his dog Sparky is also gay, and he said that gay animals go to this one place called 'Big Gay Al's Animal Sanctuary'. He told me where to find it, but I've never thought about going to see him…her…whatever. It's been almost 5 years since I last saw Stripe.
I didn't know who to open up to anymore. I couldn't buy another pet because there's no other like Stripe. And because I didn't have enough money, and I didn't want to ask my parents. When I was stressed or bored, I didn't know what to do but lie in bed and stare blankly at the ceiling.
And then I won a boom box when I joined a raffle in Whistlin' Whilly's. When I got home, I turned it on and just lied in bed listening. And that's how I discovered my love of music. So now, I would stay at the bathroom to just listen to the songs. Why, may one ask, don't I stay in my bedroom?
"I know I'll see you again
Whether far or soon
But I need you to know that I care
And I miss you…"
That verse says it all.
"She's cold and she's cruel, but she knows what she's doing…"
A few times before, when I just happen to fall asleep in the tub, Ruby would come in and turn on the faucet, drenching me with water. Then she would scream at me face that dinner's ready. Bitch, right? I would have to clean myself before going down. Hah, but that won't happen ever again now that I have a new doorknob.
"But movies never made you famous
All your dreams got lost or traded
And all you ever cared about got lost…"
I take another bite from my apple and yawn. I guess I'm getting tired. It's because I didn't sleep throughout the day, I figure.
"So boycott love, detox just to retox
And I'd promise you anything for another shot at life…"
"Angels sang out in immaculate chorus.
Down from the heavens descended Chuck Norris,
Who delivered a kick which could shatter bones
Into the crotch of Indiana Jones…"
"Lately I've been walking through all these places that I cannot stand.
I guess it's just my history talking, now I'm refusing to supply your demand…"
"And…fail to…they…show us,
…never…to sing…"
"I'm…damn sure…ever leave…"
"Mphbtmrtpbghpdmmgrp…"
~.::.~
I wasn't aware of my falling asleep until I woke up, the core of the apple still on my hand and the radio still playing songs. I yawned and cleared my throat, rubbing the crud out of my eyes with my free hand. I get up and step out of my bathroom and take a look at my Hamster clock. My eyes widened only slightly as I read the time: Twelve twenty-nine.
I sighed and leave the room, heading to the Kitchen to get myself Dinner. The rumbling of my stomach practically resonates in the house! Yes, I am that hungry. I didn't eat Lunch remember? And I skipped dinner dozing off. Ruby mast have been so frustrated when she kept calling me and knocking on the door which failed to awake me. I smile at that.
After throwing the core in the Trash Bin, I open the fridge door and peak inside. I spot something wrapped in foil and take it out to check what it is. Wow. Fish and chips. Awesome.
Getting a glass bowl, I drop the contents in it and place it in the microwave, setting the hopefully correct time. After pressing enter, I take a seat and wait. The whirring of the machine resonates throughout the house. I clear my throat and rest my chin on the palm of my hand. The fingers of my other hand tap continuously on the table in this particular beat.
Tap. One second.
Tap. One second.
Tap. One second.
Scratch, scratch. (My cheek.)
Rub, rub. (My eyes.)
Sigh. That's it, I'm watching TV.
I head to the Living Room and turn the television on. I start flipping channels. Channel after channel after channel after channel. They say the best shows are broadcasted at this time of day.
"JackTV presents…" I'll stick with this. "…The Domination."
The title screen fades out and I now see a guy walking over to his TV. "I think I'll go watch TV." And he turns it on. Sounds familiar.
As the guy gobbles his popcorn, an unknown announcer-like voice speaks. "This is a very nice doll...this is what happens after...cute! Cute! Cute!" Queer…
I continue watching the skit.
"Viewer: (is hypnotized)
???: Now that you are hypnotized, you will dress as a doll. Dress color? Black and white. Yes…it should be black and white…
Viewer: Why black and white?
???: Because…because. Those colors are…don't ask me questions, you asshole! Besides, why are you asking me questions willfully? YOU'RE HYPNOTIZED! (pause) No wait…
Viewer: Not black and white dress?
???: No, I said wait you motherfucker! First, you must…dance. Dance like a little butt-kicking bunny foofoo everybody's SEEN!
Viewer: Dance? (starts dancing like a little butt-kicking bunny foofoo everybody's seen)"
I hear the microwave sound and I rush to the kitchen to get my dinner. I transfer the hot food onto a new plate and pour myself a glass of water before going back to the Living Room.
The unknown voice is laughing now.
"(Neighbor comes to visit.)
Neighbor: Hey…Jack? What are you doing?
Viewer/Jack: Must…dance…
Neighbor: (Watches commercial too. Also becomes hypnotized)
???: Enough! Now…change!
Viewers: (change into little cute dolls, whose dresses are black and white with lots of laces, ribbons, ruffles and shiny gems stuck on it. The odd thing is, the viewers are both guys. Passers-by happen to see the two men from the window in the Living Room.)
Passer-by: Look at those faggots.
Viewers: Dolls… black and white…
Passer-by: Just leave them alone. Might be foreplay.
Viewers: Watch… TV…
???: LOL…OMG, WTF…YOU TWO…HAHAHA! Okay… (ahem) The master will speak to you.
ALL HAIL THE GREAT MASTER OF ALL EVIL, THE MASTERMIND OF THIS PLOT TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD FULL OF DOLL-LOOKING PEOPLE!
Master: Yo."
The master's a woman? No wonder…
"Viewers: (bow)
Master: Yeah, yeah…bow.
Viewers: We bow to the master…master…
Master: Uh…Sam, my loyal companion, my right hand man, my partner—aww, geez! Just look! Look at them!
Sam: Hey! They're bowing to you!
Master: I'm not stupid Sam. I can see that they're bowing to me.
Sam: I know. Just stating the obvious.
Master: MINION!
Minion: Yes, sir?
Master: What's this?
Minion: Your quest, sir? To take over the world full of doll-looking people?
Master: I can see that. You all announced it a while ago.
Minion: Master…
Master: Ok, I remember now. Sam?
Sam: Hmm? You called? Anything you need?
Master: Firstly, I want you to torture the minion for calling me 'sir'. Secondly, why are they wearing those kinds of dresses?
Sam: What's wrong with them?
Master: Look at my other minions. (Points to hypnotized minions wearing rainbow colors.)
Sam: …What?
Dorothy: Black and white don't fit in!
Sam: Ah—I'm sorry, master! I just thought…
Master: (Sigh) Sam…
Sam: What should we do, master?
Master: (Eye twitches) Hmm…
Sam: What about drowning them?
Master: No wait, Sam. (Faces the 2 viewers) Change. Just change, minions!
Sam: (Was ordering other minions to get the pool ready.) Aww…and I was getting ready too…
Master: (Punches Sam)
Sam: Hey! What was that for?
Master: Shut up, Sam.
Sam: Anyways, I'll eat first. You straighten that out. You're their master after all. (Leaves and goes to get food)
Master: Asshole. You know, Sam is such a bitch that assassins are trying to sneak up behind her as we speak.
(Sam is faster than the assassins though. She evades each attack. Still eating McFlurry)
Sam: (Comes back unharmed and with a full belly)
Master: (Punches her in the head)
Sam: Ouch! Now what was that for?
Master: How could you evade such attacks from assassins?
Sam: Didn't you know I had special training?
Master: That's funny 'cause I swear I kicked your butt last night. OOPS! Damn my secret…
Sam: Huh? So that's why it hurts…
Master: No, no! Forget that!
Sam: Anyways, I had my training with monkeys on a high mountain.
Master: I bet you didn't expect this but I was one of those monkeys who trained you. THEREFORE I AM MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU'LL EVER BE!
Sam: What? I know that! Besides the training's just for self defense and for eating.
Master: (GASP) YOU ATE MONKEYS?
Sam: No, I ate bananas and made banana split with the bananas I saved. You weren't there were you?
Master: Dude, I was asleep. Where'd you get the ice cream?
Sam: We were in a snowy mountain!
Master: I see… anyway, what are we going to do about them?
Sam: Why are you asking me?
Master: Silence!
Sam: …
Master: Hm. I'm hungry. Let's make them cook first.
Sam: (Eyes widen) M-Master…?
Master: (evil grin) …HAMBURGERS!
Sam: No…no!
(FLASHBACK)
Sam: (To the guy behind the counter) I want a hamburger.
Guy: Here you go. (Hands the burger)
Sam: (Eats) Yum! This is great!
Guy: (LOL) April Fools! That's not a burger! It's dogshit between two buns!
Sam: But it's not April…
Guy: Oh. (Continues laughing at Sam's face)
(END OF FLASHBACK)
Sam: (Eye twitches)
Master: (Punches Sam) Hey, I was only kidding! I made them cook me this hotdog while you were having a flashback.
Sam: So…now what?
Master: Hmm…let's just make them give us their money.
Minions: (Line up to give their money)
Master: (After receiving the money) HOLY SHIT! $300,000,000?!
Sam: If you put your half together with mine, you'll get…
Master: JESUS CHRIST! $10,000,000,000?! THAT'S HOW RICH MY MINIONS ARE?!
Sam: Yeah! I mean…I only hypnotize the ones that will benefit us a great deal.
Master: Oh my fucking god, I'm so loaded!
Sam: Hey, We're splitting, remember?
Master: Yeah, yeah, yeah…whatever.
Sam: Anyways, what'll we do with $10,000,000,000 master?
Master: I shall buy the sky! And you shall buy all the food stores in this entire planet!
Sam: Yes! (Thinks: You can't buy the sky…ah well, she's the master!)
Master: That's not all! I shall make everyone put up shrines of me in every house! And they shall worship it as much as they do before me! BWAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Sam: Uhm—
Master: And the only crops that shall grow on everyone's farms are pineapples and carrots!
Sam: Mas—
Master: And, for my most deadly plan… (eyes start twitching) …my precious minions will be—
Sam: Master?!
Master: Sam! You just spoiled the psycho plan revelation and evil LOL!
Sam: I'm sorry master for disturbing you. Besides wondering why you turned insane, what about those two still watching this commercial?
Both: (Look at viewers still bowing)
Master: Hm…wait… (clears throat) MY LOYAL VIEWERS! I WILL NOT LET YOU GO THAT EASILY. YOU WILL SEW YOURSELVES CLOTHING THAT ARE VERY SIMILAR TO DEAR DANIEL, HELLO KITTY'S LOVEY-DOVEY PARTNER. AND YOU WILL FOREVER BE MY MINIONS!
Sam: That's a great idea! Although, it would be nicer if they sew Hello Kitty clothing instead.
Master: Don't tell me what to do, bitch! I'm the master! Now, go my minions! Go forth and make me happy!
Viewers: Yes, master!
Master: THIS IS JUST THE FIRST STEP OF MY WORLD DOMINATION!
(Other minions cheer)
Dorothy: As master of this organization of Young People Loaded With Money Trying To Take Over The World For Some Stupid Reason club, I hereby declare the party to officially START!
Sam: And as the right hand of the master, I say on her behalf—minions, have fun! Or else I'll drown you. Now we don't want that do we?
Narrator: The YPLWMTTTOTWFSSR club consisted of 2 members and brainless hypnotized minions headed off; Sam, eating her lifetime supply of McFlurry she bought (together with other assorted lifetime supplies of food); the minions dancing mindlessly to the background music of Shake Your Groove Thing and Sugar Honey; and the Master going out to prance around the sculptures of her face to be put in the altars.
And so, having full domination over the sky, planning her evil psycho changes over her controlled earth and laughing evil snorting LOLs as the thought of macho guys and clowns with big noses bowing like crazy as she laughs evil snorting LOLs while she sits at her throne. Their life was just what they wanted it to be, with minions and having everything they wanted with just a snap.
Master: Today the world, tomorrow the Universe!
Sam: Yeah! Imagine Martians with dresses!
(end)
(Credits roll.)"
I turn the TV off and find myself staring into space, hand gripping tightly to the empty plate. The next thing I knew, I hear my voice escape my parted lips: "That was fucked up."
~.::.~
"Clyde's pissed at you."
I look at my left and stare at Token questioningly, closing my locker door and slinging my bag to my shoulder.
He shrugs. "He isn't going to talk to you, he said."
I sigh as I lean to the lockers. "Okay, what did I do?"
"What you did yesterday."
"Why would he be pissed at me for that?"
"Why'd you catch him anyway?"
I roll my eyes. "It's none of your business, all right?"
Token sneers and walks away, not saying another word. And I was really puzzled because I know for a fact that Clyde and Token are the ones who completely understand me and my temper. Sure, Clyde hates the Spaz too but it's pretty clear who hates him more. Jesus, Clyde can be such a crybaby.
"God…" I bang my head to my locker door. "Ow…"
The rest of the day, I stayed on my own. I didn't come to our usual spot during Recess and I didn't even acknowledge them when we had class together. I must be irritating them more because it seems like I was the one doing the ignoring. Well, yes I did ignore them. What else was I supposed to do? They wouldn't talk to me no matter what, that's for sure.
When it was Lunch Time, I stayed at our Recess spot and watched little Elementary school kids play in their playground instead of eating the delicious food Chef would serve. It was kind of boring but I survived. I started having flashbacks of when I was a kid. All the troubles we've gotten ourselves into—or rather, all the troubles Cartman and those guys got us into. I guess we were pretty brainless, but I can't say that I regret a single day in my life. Except maybe getting involved with Spaz. Ugh…
Now it's Double Period Biology. The reason why I dread Tuesdays.
"Pass your activity sheets now," Sir Dickhead tells us. "I'll give you the rest of the period to discuss your Investigatory Projects. I'll be expecting the Final Draft soon."
That reminds me… We can claim our project from that Color Me Prime place today. Should I tell Spaz or not?
Wait. What the hell am I thinking?
Instantly, I bang my head to the table top, resulting the class to silence for a moment—obviously to stare at me. Without looking up, I raise both my hands up and flip all of them off.
And, of course, this is followed by the angry bellow of my name, and finally a dragging trip to the Counselor's Office. Same routine for Craig Tucker.
And as if right on queue, I emerge from my brief meeting with Big head as the dismissal bell rings. I head straight to my locker to deposit my stuff as briskly as I could before taking off to that ceramics store.
It takes a while to get there because I…kind of forgot where it was. I'm not used to going to South Park's Main Street, and I've only been to Stan's house a few times—not enough to memorize the way.
When I do arrive there, I enter the shop and am not that much surprised to find the store keeper asleep and snoring loudly, making me cringe. How the hell am I supposed to get my project?
Oh, there it is.
I pick up the plate placed atop the table we worked on last Saturday. It actually looked pretty good. Craig Tucker, you're a fucking genius.
Giving myself a mental pat on the back and head back out the shop. But I bump into some bastard who is supposed to enter as I exit, knocking him down and causing me to stagger backwards.
Guess who?
Ding-ding-ding! You guessed right! It's the Spaz! You may now stick your dick up your own ass and cum your earwax! (Didn't get it right? Do that and suck your balls all at the same time!)
"Shit… watch where you're fucking going, you fucking Spaz!" I yell, but only loud enough for a few people to hear us.
"GAH! I'm so sorry, C-Crai—JESUS!" He screams back.
Crap, I need to get him to shut up. "Whatever, dude." I say and extend my arm towards him, offering my hand to help him up. He stares at it for a few seconds in disbelief. But before I let myself change my own mind and before I run out of patience, I grab his arm and haul him up to his feet.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, completely forgetting the fact that he works in Harbucks—which is right beside Color Me Prime.
"GAH! I w-was going to get the p-project! ERG! JESUS!" He replies, tugging his shirt and pulling it here and there.
"It's a good thing you didn't make me drop our project, or you're dead, Spaz." I tell him with a grunt, glancing at the ceramic I am holding.
"NGH! OH MY GOD! I ALMOST DESTROYED OUR PROJECT? GAH! I'M SORRY! ARGH!" He spazzes, followed by screams of 'Oh my God!'. I grimace and take a few steps away from him. Passers-by stop and stare at him, pressuring him and making him spaz even more.
It all results to him slipping on the sidewalk and falling to his back on the street, just seconds before a speeding car comes to view.
And it all happens in a blink of an eye—with me just gaping at the scene before me speechless while the rest scream and flip their phones to speed dial Hell's Pass. And what plays in my mind is one word: Fuck.
Because the car stopped inches away from Spaz's face.
~.::.~
"I didn't do it," I mutter under my breath. Mr. Mackey glances down at me with an unsure expression. I glance back and sigh. Then I catch him glancing behind him—to where Spaz's and my parents are. I grip on the arm rests of the chair I am sitting on, hoping that, if the parents don't, the present members of the school staff believe me—that includes Mr. Mackey, Mr. Garrison (our homeroom teacher) and Principal Victoria—yes, she transferred departments. She was also our Middle School principal. She wouldn't say why, but we all know she's following my batch.
As I hear Principal Victoria sigh, I look up. "Craig," she says softly. "Why would you—"
"I didn't do it!" I protest.
"Don't raise your voice to a teacher, young man!" Mr. Garrison scolds.
I roll my eyes. "You have to believe me. I really had nothing to do with it!"
"What exactly happened, Craig?" Mr. Mackey asks.
"After dismissal, I walked to Color Me Prime—it's a ceramics store on Main Street. I claimed our Biology project there and when I went out, I bumped into Spaz."
"Who?" Principal Victoria asks.
"It's Tweek, ma'am." Mr. Mackey answers for me.
"I told him that we were lucky that the project didn't fall or else it'll break and he started spazzing. And he tripped, fell on the street where he almost got run over by a speeding Mustang. He freaked and passed out. I did nothing wrong!"
"Is that true, Craig?" Mr. Garrison questions.
"Yes!" I reply.
Principal Victoria sighs and looks at Spaz's parents. "I'm terribly sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Tweak."
"You don't have to apologize, Principal Victoria." Says Spaz's dad uncharacteristically.
"How is he?"
"He's doing fine, but he's been admitted due to serious psychic trauma."
"You have my condolences." She then turns her gaze back at me, and with a chuckle I say: "Oh, I know what's next. You're going to sentence me to visit Spaz daily at Hell's Pass until he's out. I'm right, aren't I?"
"Actually, I was about to dismiss you to go about your day, but that is a wonderful idea! From now until he is discharged, you will visit him and help him with his school work. You may now leave."
Craig Tucker, you are a fucking genius.
Claimers: The story 'The Domination' is written by my sister and her friend over Y!M. I edited it because…dear Lord, it looked like a drunk retard on high on meth. And that's just an understatement.
Disclaimers: I Miss You (c) Incubus
Just the Girl (c) The Click Five
Where There's Gold (c) Dashboard Confessional
Disloyal Order of the Water Buffalos (c) Fall Out Boy
The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny (c) Lemon Demon
That 70's Song (c) The Cab
Learn to Sing (c) Sherwood
Make Damn Sure (c) Taking Back Sunday
Further Author's Notes: I'll leave it up to there~ I want the next chapter to focus on Craig's trips to the hospital to visit Tweekers. x
And… ADAM LAMBERT FOR THE WIN! WHOO~! XD (Don't mind me~ Just walk on by… :D)
