If Artemis Was
Don't go complaining on me that Artemis is all OOC. That's what this is about, honey. By the way, all OCs in this chapter are fictional characters.
If Artemis Was
Obliged to the Commands of Two Raving Shippers
Robyne clasped her hands together. It was time to test her science fair project. She turned some knobs, pushed some buttons and twisted the wheel. White glaring fuzz appeared on the monitor the device was uplinked to. Quite slowly, the disturbance dissolved to an eyeball image of a study. Below a string of words ran. It was as if Robyne was inside the person's brain, and the thoughts of that person were bared in the words below.
"Test, one, two, three" she breathed to the microphone.
The image on the monitor shook, as if the person with the point of view of the study was startled by a voice in the air.
Artemis sat on the swivel chair in his study. He was meditating. To the average person, it would look like this boy in a plain white tee and khaki pants had been staring into space for the last 5 hours. This was a daily routine for Artemis. If there's anything that would top Opal Koboi in his hat list, it would be someone rudely interrupting his meditative state.
"Test, one, two, three" He fell of the chair and looked wildly around the room. He was alone, and the voice seemed to be coming from the inside.
"Holly? I thought we agreed that you would call before visiting." A chill went down his spine. Minerva was coming over for afternoon tea. His mother would be all too glad to have Holly join the get together, which was a bad thing, because Minerva and Holly was not the best of friends.
"No, I'm, um, your conscience. I'm trying to see if I have any control whatsoever on you."
The Mafiya finally perfected their mind probing equipment! Artemis hurried to the box of tin foil hats Foaly had given him for an advance birthday present. He was too late.
"Stop." The girl voice commanded. Artemis froze in midair for a millisecond then fell to the ground, inches away from the pile of needles he was using for an experiment.
"Now, call Holly with your ring and invite her for afternoon tea." Artemis paled as his finger rose against his will and started pressing Holly's number.
Jamelia was on a mission to exploit Robyne. Every year she came in second because of that wretched girl. She deserved each and every 1st place medal that Robyne one. Robyne had no morals! Imagine! Artemis and Holly? Impossible! This year would be different.
She peeped into Robyne's window. She was squealing in success, something about afternoon tea. After a while, she left for the bathroom. It was Jamelia's time to ruin her rival's project. She climbed in.
It was a massive hay wire. In fact, it had no show quality at all. There were a jumble of wires and knobs in one box, which was connected to a century old monitor and a microphone that had been fancied from television sound chips. She smirked. Even if she did nothing, she would sure take the medal. There's no harm in being sure though.
On the screen, there was a point of view of a tea table. Across was an unhuman with large hazel eyes.
Oh my God, Jamelia thought, is that, Holly?
She saw Robyne's notebook beside the microphone. Ability to give orders to fictional characters. Speak commands through the microphone. Beside the foot note was a sketch of a fairy communicator.
"Where's Minerva?" Jamelia said, testing the device.
"Where's Minerva?" The voice changed. Was this the Angel side of his conscience or something?
"Um, She's right beside me." Artemis turned to the French girl beside him.
"You said something, Arty?" Minerva whispered. Angeline was in the middle of prancing about how nice it was for Artemis to have girl friends. It would be normally embarrassing for Artemis if he hadn't been to occupied with the voices in his head.
"Hey! What are you doing here?!" The other voice was back.
"This is my head!"
"I'm ruining you and getting what I deserve!" Was Opal behind this?
"Fuck You! Get out!" The original voice said. Artemis rose up, quite pissed off. His surprised mother stopped in mid-rant.
"Well, FUCK YOU TOO! WHO ARE YOU TO ASK ME TO GET OUT!"
Holly and Minerva stared at their friend. He was wide eyed and switching his gaze from right to left like a crazed lunatic.
"KISS HOLLY NOW!" said the original voice. He stopped and turned slowly to Holly. He jumped on the table, at the same time breaking priceless porcelains. He leaped into Holly, almost squishing her, and pressed his mouth on hers.
"EUW, HELL NO. MAKE OUT WITH MINERVA NOW!"
Jamelia, in her A/M passion smashed the microphone as she sent out the command. The wires crackled. Then exploded.
"Oh no! You!" Robyne attacked Jamelia, sending both girls into a deep cat fight.
After Artemis pulled off the voice's last command, he stood up stiffly straight.
"I love Opal Koboi." He said in a girly menacing voice. Then he collapsed.
Foaly grinned, as he watched the two girls fight over the self destruct button he pushed and Minerva and Holly stare bewilderingly at the unconscious mud boy.
"Opal Koboi, It always works." Foaly chuckled.
