***Note: I was doing laundry, and randomly started thinking of a way to turn the Twilight shit into a horror...the Meyernator was the first thing that popped into my head, and soon after I was at the computer typing away. Madness!***
***ANYWAYS! The layout was all confusing once I posted, so I made the text on Claire's computer boldtalic. Hope it's easy to read that way!***
Claire was sitting on the living room couch, staring at her laptop intently. It had rained all day, and she ran out of fun things to do, so the next thing on her mind was to write some sort of short story. Of course, she couldn't think of anything to write about, so she'd set the laptop down on the table and stared at it while she sipped her fifth cup of coffee. She had the TV on as well, for background noise, but was barely paying attention to it.
"...as we meet with your favourite movie stars, and ask them questions about their experience on the set of the new Twilight Saga movie, Breaking Dawn," said the lady on the television.
Claire looked up at the TV and sighed. "Seriously?" she said out-loud in disapproval. Something in her head clicked and she took the laptop quickly, setting it on her lap. She stared at the TV once more, then grinned and started typing.
The world of horror has been progressing for as long as I can remember, from the House of the Dead to Silent Hill. Even today, zombie survival games and movies send shivers down my spine. But this is the story of something worse. This is the story of-
The front door opened and Leon walked in, drenched from the rain. His umbrella was clearly broken, and he didn't look very happy. That was, until he saw Claire sitting on the couch. He smiled, taking off his jacket. "Well hey there," he said.
Claire sighed. She'd progressed to three lines and had lost her train of thought. "I'm trying to write something, Leon," she said.
Leon frowned and took his shoes off. "Sorry...what are you writing?" he asked.
"It's none of your business, now stop distracting me," said Claire, staring at the screen hoping the idea would return, and fast.
Leon walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. He sighed, and stuck his head back in the hallway."I know I'm not supposed to distract you...but would you get mad if I ordered us some pizza for dinner?" he asked, smiling faintly.
Claire looked up and smiled back. "Have I mentioned I love you?" she asked.
"Just wanted to hear it again," said Leon, grinning. He took out his cell phone and disappeared into the kitchen again.
Claire stared at the screen and smiled.
This is the story of a monster named 'The Meyernator', a creature so evil that it makes hell's demons cower in fear. The Meyernator travels through the minds of young adolescents, and steals their soul through fandom. One day, it managed to print its evil onto a page, and split it into four horrible tomes. For centuries, the tomes were hidden in four different parts of the world, separated by powerful monks so that no human eye would ever fall upon its madness.
Unfortunately, the Meyernator's power grew, and sent its minions to find each of the tomes. Once re-joined, the volumes multiplied, and the evil soon grew into a full-blown epidemic.
"Thought we'd do something different than just cheese for once...how about a veggie pizza?" asked Leon from the kitchen.
"Fine," said Claire.
"Extra olives?"
Claire sighed. "I'm allergic, Leon," she said. She heard him mumble something, but tried concentrating on her story.
The first unfortunate victim was a young girl named-
"Want some soda?"
Claire glared at the screen, but grinned.
-named Leon. She had accidentally found the first evil tome, and made the mistake of opening it. From that point on, the demon owned Leon's soul. The girl walked the streets, spreading word of the evil tome, spreading the madness. Eventually, the Meyernator's evil took control of Leon, forcing her against her will to read the second tome. The same thing happened until all four tomes had been read. That was when things got completely out of control.
The doorbell rang, and Claire looked at the door, confused and annoyed. "That's the fastest pizza ever," she said.
"There's no way it's the pizza, I JUST got off the phone," said Leon. He walked into the living room and went to answer the door.
Within a few months, young children everywhere had fallen victim to the evilness of the Meyer Tomes, and adults were completely unaware of what was going on. Cults were formed, and friend-groups were separating. The Meyernator had two evil lords working for her, one named the Edward and the second named the Jacob.
"Claire, it's your brother!" said Leon.
Claire sighed. "Tell him to go away," she said.
Meyernator's victims had split into two cults; those who worshipped the dark lord Edward would dress in red robes, cover themselves in glitter, and meet to practice their evil as a group.
The other cult, the worshippers of the dark lord Jacob, would meet late at night around bonfires and do evil things such as howl at the moon, run around half naked, and fight.
Humanity never stood a chance, for the Meyernator's minions were very powerful, and eventually both cults clashed in a battle over which lord was the greatest.
"Ow!" Claire yelled as a hand smacked her on the back playfully.
Chris had flopped on the couch next to her, and now was patting her back where he'd playfully hit her. "Oh come on, I barely even hit you," he said, grinning.
Claire glared at him, swung her hand up and smacked him on the arm. He winced, and she smiled. "Oh come on, I barely even hit you," she mocked, in a low tone that sounded a lot like his own.
Chris rubbed his arm and glanced at her computer. "So what are you writing?" he asked.
Claire turned the laptop away. "Just stuff, nothing that concerns you," she said. Chris' hand was suddenly on her head, messing up her hair. "Hey!"
"Aw, my little sister's gonna be the next big novelist!" said Chris, waving his hand around in her hair to mess it up.
"CUT IT OUT!" yelled Claire, waving her arms at him in hopes of pushing him away.
Chris laughed and grabbed her elastic, quickly pulling it out. Her hair dropped to her shoulders, and when she looked up Chris swore he saw the blue in her eyes turn blood-red.
"Chris..." warned Claire, setting the laptop down on the table.
"You're so cute when you're angry," said Chris, grinning. He saw Claire reach for the couch cushion, and quickly grabbed his own. Unfortunately, she was faster, and managed to hit him in the face. He brought his arm up to shield himself, but she hit him again.
Leon walked into the living room and watched them, sighing. "Do I even wanna know what started it this time?" he asked.
Claire swung her pillow around and hit Chris hard enough to make him slide off the couch. He sat on the floor, shaking his head, and Claire looked up at Leon. "He distracted me," she said, grinning.
Leon blinked. "Your hair's down," he said.
Claire stood up and turned to get her elastic back from Chris, but all she saw was a pillow swinging towards her face. She ducked down, grabbed the pillow, and grinned. "Nice try, but you're as slow as ever," she said.
Chris grinned. "Actually..." he said. He pulled hard on the pillow, pulling her down to the floor. He then quickly spun her around, grabbed her arms, and held her in a lock.
"Chris, I'm not wrestling with you, you're way stronger now," said Claire, sighing.
"Who said anything about wrestling?" he asked. With an evil laugh, he started tickling her sides. Claire started kicking around, trying to get free, all the while laughing and crying from the attack.
Leon folded his arms and leaned against the wall, laughing. "Well now...I didn't know you had a weakness such as tickling, Claire," he said.
Claire tried threatening Leon in some way, but she couldn't get a word out between her laughs. Every time she thought she was free, Chris would pull her back down and the attack carried on. "Leon quick, grab her laptop!" he said.
Leon laughed and did as told, staring at the screen.
"No!" yelled Claire, still laughing and trying to get away.
"Sorry!" said Leon as he read the screen. He burst out laughing. "Hey, this makes fun of that stupid Twilight shit!" he said.
Chris looked up. "Is it good?" he asked.
"Very!" said Leon.
"STOP IT!" yelled Claire.
Chris looked back down and laughed. "Aw, we should post it online somewhere," he said.
Leon laughed, opened up an internet browser, and e-mailed the story to his own address. "Sorry Claire, but I'm not letting this thing get deleted. Ever," he said.