Author's Note: Oh Gosh you guys, I've honestly never felt more patriotic after listening to Whitney Houston's 'The Star Spangled Banner' live. Wearing a simple track suit, she's stunning and her voice is absolutely breathtaking. Dear Lord I had so many chills and tears in my eyes. Now, what does that have to do with this? Nothing. Just pointing out random stuff. XD
Television and a Dora Punishment
"ANGELIQUE? ! ? What is the meaning of this? !" Elliot roared absolutely flushed by his current nude state. Admittedly, for the sake of those innocent, I shall not go into the wonderful details of his current nudity. Noticing a nearby convinently placed lampshade, a pink frilly one in such reminder to Kirsty's bra-
'LEAVE ME ALONE YOU ACURSED IMAGE! ! !' Elliot/Pinhead shrieked in his thoughts very loudly and in a violent manner, a bit obvious he was holding down his tongue from saying something, but everyone was too busy covering their eyes and innocence to even notice. Heck, even Williamm wasn't about to risk the chance of supposedly having his eyes 'burned out and exploding'. Oh come on people! It wasn't THAT bad.
Well, I mean, not for us fans. No...it was very excellent. But hey, this is his Troop here, and it's gotta to be somewhere around seven o'clock in the morning. Wouldn't enjoy it necessarily now that if it was seven or somewhere around that timing early in the morning, and all of a sudden out of the blue walks in your boss- butt naked. And oblivious of the fact. I then kind of feel for them.
The princess on the other hand, now it all seemed to make sense with her suddenly warning Elliot repeatedly not to leave the room. (Unless if it was for one of her many ten thousand clingy reasons to lust for.)
However, upon her bone white pale face was there an obvious bright red flushing glowing. Shrugging her shoulders and sinking her head low, she made an innocent child-like face almost as if 'What? Who, me?'
"Now, why would you ever accuse me of ever doing such a violation?" she asked with widened puppy eyes. Seriously, I have to admit and give heavy credit to the princess and her wonderful acting of innocence. Well, the questionable face of confused doubt that is. Otherwise, it was obviously OBVIOUS she was behind this. Must've torn off Xipe's jim jammies in a violent manner I suppose.
"Ugh! Dear Leviathan Angelique! ! ! You're the only one who actually WANTS to rip his clothes off!" Nikoletta gasped, eyes covered from what sight she feared would blind her eyes. Come on people! It's not THAT bad. Isn't it?
"HEY!" Elliot gasped, offended and turning a bright beet red. Crossing his arms and huffing in a manner similar to Grumpy from Snow White, he muttered something about 'typical picky women'.
"Though as you mention it in conversation Xipe...I do rather find you quite attractive.." Angelique murmured to actually herself in comment, eyebrow arched and eyeing obviously- well- his sweet ass. And no, I'm not going into details dammit! It'a a nice booty, I'll leave you to imagine the rest. Well, a nice one for Angie here- but not for the poor unfortunate others.
"Oh COME ON already! ! ! What is with everything and everyone on this damned planet trying to destroy my innocence as I'm here? !" William groaned obnoxiously in his thoughts, obviously having had it up to here. Without looking at Elliot nearby, Nikoletta uncovered one of her hands covering her eyes to rub his back comfortably. Now, she could only see his back and no longer tensed and angered. But from the front side, William had better covered his brightly flushed face of a tomato red color.
"Angelique! Admit it! YOU are the one behind this current situation of my...erm...indecency." Elliot accused, pointing straight towards the chest at princess Angelique. Though it seemed she lost 75% of her intelligence at that moment, for she thought he was pointing at her, erm, breasts. Staring down at them briefly, she furrowed her eyebrows confused as she looked at him.
"You find my breasts to cause mischief?" Angelique asked slowly.
'WHAT THE HELL PEOPLE? ! Did I need to hear that? ! ? For some supposed alias as parents, you guys suck! Exposing your kids to all this! What's next? ! I get to play on the train tracks of a busy subway? !" William yelled, and though unable to actually talk for that manner, he furiously waved his arms about in gesture to reminder of him, himself as a child disguise of his former human self, as if he was actually talking.
"I shall have you informed I make a wonderful father!" Elliot defended, accidentally dropping the pink lamp shade covering his ding dings to cross his arms angrily. Nikoletta screeched as though blinded, covering her eyes while William turned his face away towards the couch to hide his innocence. Well, rather whatever was left of it.
Ah, and as for our dear fellow Simon, he had once again curled him into a fetal position in the nearby corner as the night previously when having been stalked by his infuriated 'friend', Killer the Dog. Only this was far worse, as our poor obese friend was in complete sobbing tears and shaking his head in denial.
"No! No! No! I'm gonna have nightmares tonight!" he yelped.
"I'm not THAT bad!" Elliot snapped at him, which was a poor mistake. It only made Simon cry harder, though Angelique raised her eyebrows high, still staring at Elliot behind his back as she nodded in agreement happily to his comment. Somehow, Elliot must've sensed this as he turned around and narrowed his warm brown eyes.
"Dammit princess! I shall not deal with such inapporpriate and lustful behavior right now! Not when there's work to be done with Cotton!" Elliot reminded, rubbing his forehead in the gathering, pounding headache of stress.
"Cotton?" Angelique repeated, confused as if figuring out for the first time there were fifty states in America. Well, actually I don't blame her on this one considering the time period she had been turned into a Cenobite was far beyond that time. Though the others too stared up confused at their Master with a perfectly etched 'WTF?' face.
"Kirsty! Kirsty! Kirsty! Cotton! KIRSTY COTTON! You know? ! Or must I once again remind you who is the true purpose to this damn mission? !" Elliot stamped his foot and proceeded to throw a childish temper tantrum. Jumping and down like a kid being denied a cookie before dinner if you want me to put it basically for an interesting and rather disturbing mental image.
'Sheesh. And I thought I was the kid.' William rolled his eyes, though suddenly his possibly ten to twelve year old face glowed in mischief. Well, there was a sudden glint spark within his emerald eyes, obviously up to something. A grin was wide as a chesire cat's crossed his face, and Elliot immediately knew to try and not question. Unfortunately, the others hadn't thought the same for their curiousity.
"What is it Will?" Nikoletta murmured to him, with an apparent nickname she had given to him. He turned to her, telepathically remarking something that was enough to make the dark haired 'sixteen' (Really twenty-three, but in this forced alias Elliot had deemed her a teenager.) year old human girl go absolutely white in the face, coffee brown eyes widened in utter disbelief. And when she looked briefly at Elliot, it was a mortified face of what was basically to translation 'What the hell is wrong with you? !'
And our World War I Captain had no choice admittedly but to sigh in frustration from the lingering curiosity. Narrowing his eyes and frowning unamused, it seemed as though everyone had forgotten about his complete nudity. Besides, he had spotted an apparent nearby cactus plant (Now what the hell is a cactus doing there in the middle of a 'For Sale' (rather currently "Borrowed" (stolen) house) house? ! Huh, anyone notice how many ( ) there are here? Doh! Getting off track!) and placed it in front of him.
Karma's a bitch. Keep that cactus plant in mind people.
"Dare I ask what mischief you have stored in your mind William? Clearly it was enough to make Nikoletta as pale as a ghost.." he inquired. It seemed as though William had been expecting and waiting for his Master, in the alias of what he enjoyed to say in mock as 'Daddy' to ask.
'Daddy...do you mean the same Kirsty Cotton as in the 'accursed' bra belonging to her you can't ever seem to get out of your mind?' the small boy questioned playfully, obviously mocking Elliot. Ah, so now he had found the perfect timing to black-mail. But boy oh boy did Elliot have several things in store for the perfect come-back.
As long as Angelique hadn't been aware of what William remarked, then things would be fine for Elliot's revenge. And trust me, that princess was too damn lost in staring at Elliot to even take notice if the world exploded or if Leviathan, their floaty diamond God of Hell, crashed through the roof suddenly and announcing they were all fired.
However, William must've made certain Simon heard, whom the poor guy fainted at the idea in mention. Sheesh, what's with his sudden sensitivity? His blissful idioticness is bound to return at any given moment, but I guess it turns out a stalking dog with murderous intent truly can change a guy, demon or not.
"Tell me William. Though I shall point out of your remark floating about in your mind as well- words seem to fail you. And there's another little remark here we both share, and I'd simply love trying to tell the others about it. Especially-"
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I'm sorry man! Erm- Master! Erm- hell, I'll even call ya King Master and dress up as a freakin' joker. Just PLEASE don't tell her! ! !" William pleaded desprately, flickering quickly over to the feet of Elliot and staring up with innocent eyes. However, William's speed had carelessly sent the cactus flying about at such a speed like an arrow fired from a bow.
And in the meanwhile, Simon had been slowly regaining consciousness.
"Ugh. Wh- what happened?" he questioned within his gaze, about to raise his head up when suddenly the cactus plant was sent slamming through and currently stuck like a lodged knife in the wall, at the exact spot in which Simon would've lifted his head up. He gulped, and didn't take that thought well as he quickly screeched and ran to the others.
"FINAL DESTINATION CURSE! ! !" he cried in fear.
"The Final What-Now?" Nikoletta arched a brow, repeating what she had somewhat caught of his nonsense screaming. Angelique in the meanwhile must've been slowly returning to reality of Elliot centric world, and blinked her eyes.
"Wha...?" the princess remarked, snapping her head up and pretending to have actually taken notice of all that happened.
"Okay, I was up early and stuff to make certain Killer didn't come after me-" Simon had begun to frantically explain, in search and digging through the couch to find something. Apparently, in the midst of all this chaos, the television had been shut off. Wait, also apprently the threesome here were watching something.
'Hey Master? Erm- Dad? Have you ever heard of Spongebob Squarepants? That is so freakin' hilarious! Is he real? He's funny looking from the humans...' William commented, babbling off from his question.
Elliot raised both his eyebrows, shaking the boy who had been previously basically kissing his feet before in desperation for him not to reveal a secret in front of the others.
"Why in the name of Leviathan, Lord of Hunger, Flesh, and Desire- would I ever give such a care in the entire human universe and beyond over such a strangely looking comical character of a cubicle shaped sponge with a low witted intelligence with obvious intentions of an audience aimed for young children? ! ? Tell me- WHY? ! ?" he demanded, obviously cranky.
William shrugged and headed down towards the couch where at the current moment Simon had forcibly lifted the seat where Nikoletta had bene sitting at, as she was now clinging on to it desperately for dear life as he literally with no such careful balance had her up there, while Simon just looked for the remote.
'Put her down you idiot!" William commanded to Simon.
"I need to find proof that we've somehow cheated Death and now it's after us!" was all that came from his response.
"Why I oughtta- ugh. Simon! If you drop me, so help me I'll think up of a 1,000 torturous and murderous ways to end you! !" Nikoletta warned, clutching tightly to the couch seat. Though finally after did he let her down, Angelique arched a brow curiousl at that rather creative threat.
"A thousand ways to die? Hmph. Could you actually imagine that becoming a show basing off the foolish ends of low witted humans? And in humorous entertainment? Bah!" the princess remarked, rolling her eyes.
"A silly show indeed." Elliot nodded in agreement, STILL once again forgetting he was complete nude.
"MASTER!" the three shouted, while Angelique didn't give an honest care in the world what or IF he wore clothes.
"Alright! Alright! I shall find whatever remains of my torn pajams, with all gracious thanks to the princess." Elliot gritted his teeth sarcastically at that word, storming off to his room.
"Psh. He wants me." Angelique mumbled to herself satisfied.
"Yeah. Dead." Nikoletta added in sarcastically, snickering with the two boys. The princess snapped her head over, ready to lunge at the only other female of this group with heavy intent of killing.
"FOUND IT!" Simon announced suddenly, emergigng victorious with a remot in hand, and a sudden shining light to it as though from heaven. Heck, it looked like the exact scene from Sword in the Stone!
"Congratulations." William bitterly remarked.
"Hey! Trust me! Have you even SEEN what this weird thing is? !" Simon questioned, over eager. In his human time there had been some basic televsions, but none as advanced as this. Such a large screen, yet so thin, and everything so clear in such high...definition. Well, this technically certainly defined the age that our Cenobittic friends could recall from their human lives for sure.
As soon as he turned it on (After several frustrating minutes and cursing out the poor gadget for refusing an automatic voice command of 'Go' and 'Turn on', as well as Nikoletta, who barely understood technology like this herself, who had to be the unfortunate one to explain to Simon that whatever he saw in television as lie.)
"First the pie is a lie- now THIS? !" our obese friend sobbed miserably. Skulking, he surprisingly seemed to get over it rather quickly and finally found the power button to turn on this television.
And boy did the four question as to whether or not they were insane or not at whatever the hell they were apparently tuned in to now. It was of some weird as Hell lady, dressed in white latex suits that covered up to her face, with some other nearby possibly dancers engaging in such wierd techniques, nowhere near by far classy. And...were those- coffins? ! Coffins in the background? Heck, that wasn't even the half of what this thing was.
"WANT YOUR BAD ROMANCE?" the weird female apparent singer sung loudly, as by then a bed had suddenly set on fire as well. Ugh, too many random things happening about.
"NO!" Simon answered, shocked and freaked out.
'What the helll is this? Drunks 'R' Us; The TV Series? !' William questioned, gawking.
"Ugh! Her techniques are so animalistic and cliché! Nowhere near lady-like at all! I'd very much prefer a stripping show!" Angelique remarked.
"That can be arranged." Simon grinned. My goodness, yes! Simon, of all people in the universe, with my credit and a tip to the hat is indeed a brave man for attempting to flirt with Princess Angelique of all people, especially after considering te endless arguments the two got ...fliriting. This must be within a dream within a dream within a dream, Inception style.
"Change this!" Nikoletta commanded, turning over in hopes to get this song out of her head. Apparently, she must prefer 'good' romances that don't involve seein that mysterious woman in a bikini, rocket in her breasts and cigarette in mouth nearb a burnt skeletal corpse on a ashy bed.
"I can't! I dunno what to do! Last I recall the televisions I had had only one channel! Eek!" our obese friend panicked, as Angelique snatched the remote out of his hand.
"Well then perhaps THIS can be arranged!" the princess snapped back at his attempted flirt, finding easily the button to changing the channel. Not having once suspected the channel they would end up endearing themselves into seeing a brightly colored cartoon program, obviously with targeted audience of young children. The main character's obnoxious laughter was enough to send the adults into pounding headaches, whilst William eagerly lifted his head and brightly smiled.
'Spongebob!' he squeaked happily, plopping comfortably back down on the seat next by to Nikoletta.
In the meanwhile, once again did Elliot return, wearing appropriate brown trouser pants and a simple white shirt, it would have to down for now. Unfortunately, the very pajames Angelique unadmittedly had destroyed were Xipe's very leather outfit, so now with that ruined- what's a guy gotta do? Desperate times call for desperate measures, and besides, for the others at least they didn't have to shield their eyes anymore.
IT IS NOT THAT BAD PEOPLE! ! !
"So, who exactly is this aquatic Robert character?" Elliot piped up, suddenly seemingly calm.
'Uh...you mean Spongebob, right?' William attempted to correct him, as Elliot frowned and narrowed his eyes.
"Nooo. I mean the cartoon character for trageted young audience members, Robert." Elliot slowly said, almost as if mocking William as he shook his head.
'It's- it's Spongebob, Master.' William tried to remark as gently as possible, growing rather anoyed at having to repeat the obvious.
"Clearly his name is Robert."
"It's SPONGE. BOB."
"Robert."
"Spongebob."
"Robert!"
"Spongebob! !"
"ROBERT!"
"SPONGEBOB! Sponge to the freakin' Bob dammit!" William angrily waved his arms impatiently, finally snapping from this pointless argument.
"Augh! For goodness sake we'll call it Robby! There!" Nikoletta interjected in, having finally had enough of the two's increasingly growing louder argument.
"Shouldn't we ask Robert what he prefers..?" Simon curiously eeped in, raising a hand up slowly as if a student waiting for the teacher to call on him.
"It's SPONG- oh fuck it already." William buried his head in his hands of the annoyingsome stress.
"Such inappropriate language coming from such a disrespectful brat." Angelique remared, eyeing over to Elliot as if attempting to make a point.
'Hey what's that supposed to mean ya royal pain in the a-"
"William!" Nikoletta hushed him in from finishing that sentence suddenly. Now honesty, sh would've loved to have seen the exact face on Angelique after William would finish exactly what we all know he would've said.
"Ima just change the channel..." Simon announced to no one in particular, snatching the remote from Angelique's uncaring light grasp, as with a giddy smile flickered through the random channels, varying from such of small town channels to the world wide kind.
So while the four there all found themselves in one awkward staring contest, the only words heard from here were being of Simon's quick to judge reviews over each and every channel about.
"And this Channel 7: Eyewitness News-"
"Boring!" Simon yawned.
"Previously on Gossip Girls-"
"What-EVAR!" he mocked of one of the snotty rich girls from the show, carelessly waving his hand and rolling his eyes as if pretending to be like them. This was rather enough to briefly catch the attention of the others, who turned away from their staring contest to briefly focus on him.
"What? ! ? Who wants to waste their lives watching a bunch of rich chicks brag about their richiness and the hot emotionless dudes they're in a constant on and off relationship? !" Simon inquired, face flushing red.
"The same people who ednure themselves into reading such a supernatural romance novel over an emotionless human girl moan about how everyone lusts for her so in the universe in which vampires and werewolves clash." Angelique replied dryly, as in which Simon blew a rasberry right at her, whilst the princess growled.
"Enough! This immaturity is getting the best of us, and I shall not allow this to continue on so forth any longer!" Elliot stamped his foot, unable to bear much of this any longer.
"Oh great. Careful Niki, here comes the Edgar Alan Poe mood activated from within Master." William sarcastically warned, his back turned and unable to have taken notice to a quite pissed off Elliot. Though Nikoletta could most certainly see, and she dared not to laugh as she tried to warn a currently laughing-his-butt-off William.
"Uh...Will? I don't he finds that humorous..." she trailed off softly, trying to have made it that only William hear, though he hadn't heard in between his mental laughing.
"I, Xipe Totec, enter myself into an endless enternity of such emotionless darkness whilst wearing a proper man-skirt and spreading violence in a calmly manner to never enrich my unsatisfied boredom of a loveless life and accursed mental images of Kirsty Cotton's bra-"
"THAT IS IT! ! !" Elliot snapped, cutting off what was William in the middle of his confident mocking act over what was honestly a good impersonation over him in the first place.
The small boy whipped right over to see his Master, arms crossed and face steaming mad.
"Oh shit." Nikoletta mouthed in a wide-eyed whisper.
'Uh...child abuse! Keep that in mind that they really support that!" William reminded, raising his hands and staring innocently in defense, with a bit of a temptation to cower over to Nikoletta, but he shook that idea away. With the witty puns he had been throwing in hopes to crack her up, the last thing he needed was to give her an impression he had a cowardly side. Well, a far worse one then jumping about in fear from thunderstorms.
"We could make him sit in the shameful corner." Angelique smiled.
"We could lock him in a room with you, your highness." Simon grinned giddily, as the princess glared at him.
'Who's side are you on man? ! ?' William screamed, erm, mentally screamed at Simon.
"Hey! I'm neutral! I just thought this was a team thing like the Power Rangers to think about a punishment for you!" Simon defended.
"Power Rangers? ! What kind of a riduclous name is that? !" Nikoletta repeated, her eyebrow shooting up sky high in arch. 100% pure 'WTF' was the only emotion that crossed on the young woman's face.
"Hey! The Power Rangers are awesome!" Simon shot in suddenly.
"What are they, dare I ask? Yet another show targeted for young audiences, as a kind of 'action' heroes?" Elliot rolled his eyes.
"Yes. Yes they are actually."was the admitted response.
"Do the girl ones wear bras...?" William purposely asked in front of Elliot, who groaned at the remembrance obviously in reference to Kirsty's bra.
"Would you knock that off child? !" Elliot demanded.
"Eh...nah." William grinned sadistically.
"You mishcieviously immature child!"
"I learned all my tricks from the best."
"Don't you dare attempt to make a mockery of me child!"
"Hey Daddy? Didn't uh- erm, 'Mom' already do that to ya with you and your little invisible jim jams there?" the telepatic smartass question.
"Do not bring your false mummy into this! I shall not allow any such repeat of this foolish argument!"
"Then why are you still talking?"
"WILLIAM SEPNCER! Hush now or so help me I shall punish you! And it shall be far more miserable to endure than any sort of literature in the works of Shakespreae or any advanced author in the major classics that seem to bore you!" Elliot warned.
William on the other hand, stared up with emerald green eyes and blinked them innocently, completely at a loss.
"Excuse me?" he asked.
Elliot groaned, face-palming himself and not quite having to have gotten used to the whole 'disguise without pins' thing. Rubbing his temples, he had been overhearing the such remarks Simon had made in between. Having been the only one not to give a crap and- hey. Wait. Where's Angelique? Oh well, who cares?
"HEY!" our furious princess shouted suddenly as if hearing that.
"What? !" the three who could actually speak asked.
"Erm...carry on." the princess flushed.
"Oooookay. Anywho, I think I have finally found the justice bringing punishment prfectly appropriate for you, my tiny wise yet cocky friend." Elliot remarked with a slowly widening grin, eyes peering over to the television.
Admittedly, that was perfect timing for William himself to back away to Nikoletta fearfully, as she herself had comfortably held her hands firmly to his shoulders just in case, but even she knew wiser than to actually jump in to whatever Elliot was up to. Sorry Will, looks like you're on your own.
"Oh...you shall see."
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'MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOOOOOOP! ! !" William pleaded, chains pinning him down to the couch without actually piercing his skin. Though he sure was wrapped up in quite the bundle without any chance to escape whatever current mental horror of such an unmentonable torture Ellito was sick enough to put the small kid through.
"Can you say back-pack?"a chubby Mexican girl with a watermelon shaped head and somewhat gray red boots wearing monkey creepily smiled on screen.
'NOOOOOOOOOO! I won't say it you fat bitch! Do yourself some exercise and get it yourself! ! ! Sheesh! At least Simon actually move a damn mattress! ! ! What are you supposedly useful for? ! ? You're a horrible influence to children! Horrible! Horrible! Horrible! HORRIBLE! ! !" it was all clear this was quite the enduring torture, a marathon running through of the obnoxious and oblivious popular young children's show Dora the Explorer. Admittedly, even the other four had gotten what was a forming headache slowly from her high pitched voice.
At that moment, in which the teleivison showed the map, the actual map itself danced silly about, repeatedly chanting it's identity.
"I'm the map! I'm the map! I'm the map! I'm the map! I'm the map! I'm the map! I'm the map! X10000000000" were the basic lyrics to this emotionally moving song. Excuse me, this authoress here has tears in her eyes recalling the memories of how this story speaks her life.
A beyond annoyed William rolled his eyes.
'Geez, I wonder what his name is. HOW is this supposed to help me in life? ! Should I just repeat my name repeatedly in such an annoying fashin when I'm attempting to make friends? ! And what kind of parents does this four year old chick have that give her a 24-hour supply of freakin' fast food and let her travel about the world with a MONKEY? ! What is it has RABIES people? ! Come on already! ! ! GAH! ! !" he complained, having pointed out all the true flaws to this show. And my gosh we weren't even five minutes within this show.
In the meanwhile, the other four sat back hidden in the nearby kitchen. Well from the exact doorframe that lead out from the kitchen into the living room did Elliot lean there, smiling content. Simon in the meanwhile cried in frustration over the fact that there was nothing to eat, whilst Angelique complained about how these supposed 'artists' of this century had no such class. You see, in search of the channel this torturous education program for William, they stumbled past a channel addressed as MTV.
My God what a nightmare. Elliot simply could not stand at all the blaring pop music, silly obnoxious effects, rude lyrics, and seizure prone music videos. Whatever happened to the class and elegance of actual instruments? ! Well, that was what ran straight through his mind at least. Nikoletta and Angelique could both find an agreement to something, that these women were treated with no such respect by the men. Remarking both about such a sexist century this was indeed. And simon, oh dear, our friend Simon here had developed a quick and sudden crush upon an exotic singer beauty, with cropped blond hair, sun tanned skin, and edgy punk design through her outfits she wore. Singing such a sad and gray song, he hadn't honestly paid attenion to the lyrics, just too busy gaping over her.
Until she apparently decided to off-screen from the video but heard through sound, play none other than Russian Roulette. Pulling the trigger, a single gun shot was heard. Sending Simon here straight into blubbering tears of denial.
"She- she she can't be dead! I mean- what about the next round? !" he sobbed on Angelique's leg, clinging on to her as he still thought she actually cared to comfort him ever since back with the whole cops incident.
"GET off of me you fool!" Angelique hissed, obviously unamused. "That female artist is dead! Dead! Dead! Dead! Dead! Now shoo!" she demanded.
"NOOOOOOOOOOoooooo! ! ! That can't be true! Humans aren't that weak! This girl was so pretty and stuff, and I think her name was Rihanna! And- and- she was so sad! I'm hungry and sad! You called me you friend but now you're lying!" Simon protested, shaking his head frantically.
"I don't "lie". I just don't care." the princess simply spat.
"Yeah, don't care to use your brain." Nikoletta muttered, tapping Elliot lightly and nervously on the shoulder.
"Yes my daughter." he inquired, having to jump into the whole family alias disguise thing. Though admittedly, Nikoletta freaked out at the thought of Elliot being her actual father, but continued.
"Erm...don't you suppose Will h- has had enough?" she asked timidly.
"DON'T TAKE THIS SHIT FROM THE TROLL UNDER THE BRIDGE! CALL THE COPS YOU STUPID GIRL! OR FIGHT HIM! SEND THAT DIRTY MONKEY PET-FRIEND THING YOU HAVE THERE AFTER IT! THEY FLY, DON'T THEY? ! AND THE BALL IS RIGHT BEHIND YOUR BACK! TURN AROUND! ! ! IT'S NOT THAT DIFFICULT! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! ! ! ARGH! YOU ARE IMPOSSIBLE TO WORK WITH MISS. SO-CALLED EXPLORER!" William screeched mentally in pain.
"Hm...not quite yet." Elliot smiled, as Nikoletta's face suddenly seemed upset, eyes glancing briefly over sadly to William's in sympathy. But for William's relief, the show jumped to a commerical.
"Thank Leviathan for Sham-Wow, Verizon Wireless Family Programs and-" William stopped, suddenly quiet as he intently stared at one particularly commercial, in which his stomach had growled as well. Quite a loud noise too, for it sounded deathly similar to a familiar dog friend of ours. In automatic response, Simon jumped straight down to Angelique, knocking her to the ground in panicked fear.
"IT'S KILLER! THAT MURDEROUS DOG FOUND ME AGAIN! ! !" he screeched.
"I'll going to be your killer if you don't get off of me! ! !" Angelique warned, panting desperately for air as Simon basically accidentally crushed her ribs.
"Daddy?" William turned, wide eyed and innocent.
"Dare I ask, what?" Elliot sighed, suddenly worried as it seemed William told what he was thinking to Nikoletta, and joined in. The two 'children' gave off their best puppy eyes and innocent smiles. Admittedly, a combination of widened emerald eyes and coffee brown eyes was quite a strong level in cuteness, along with bright little smiles.
"Too...much...cuteness!" Elliot gasped in pain, attempting to shield his eyes from his two Gash members, but failed miserably.
"Um...Daddy?" Nikoletta cooed innocently.
"I don't know what's going on but...brother?" Simon added in.
"Oh Xipe..." Angelique purred, despite not knowing what exactly was going on either.
"Can we..." William began.
"Oh for Leviathan's sake- SPIT IT OUT!" Elliot groaned, unable to bear the suspense and tension.
"...Can we go to iHOP? !" they all asked, somehow jumping in at the same time, William saying the same thing telepathically.
IHOP? ! Oh boy, what could they actually be up to now? ! Will Elliot say yes? ! And will they meet a certain lovely brunette human girl there? Hm...XD Reviews= LOVE! ! !