Severus S. Snape finds himself with a bruised rear on some irritatingly hard clouds. He looks around, noting the large minotaur in front of him.
"Ah, Professor Snape, you are a little early, but there was always the possibility of seeing you sooner… what is that smell?!?" Snape is completely bewildered. "I can't believe this!" The minotaur grabs the front of Snape's robe, pulling him toward the large bull nose. The minotaur takes a deep breath. His frown deepens. For once Snape's face is rather pleasant as he is completely and utterly confused. The minotaur grabs something that it apparently sees coming from Snape's nose. Snape sneezes from the utterly odd sensation that the pulling of the invisible whatever causes. The minotaur proceeds to pull invisible things from the base of Snape's throat, the connection between his biceps and shoulders, his solar plexus, the center of his chest, and both knees. Snape is now glaring, though he is powerless physically and magically. Snape pales and reflexively attacks the much larger creature when it pulls on a very personal area. The minotaur seems not to notice. "Interesting, nothing there." At the very last, he pokes Snape over his third eye. Snape's head snaps back and his last image pops into his head. It was, of course of his personal demon, looking despicably harmless in Muggle pajamas. "I knew it! You are very connected to that one. I told her not to try to send anyone else here. And here she is corrupting a perfectly world bound citizen. I will have to have words with that one." His grip on Snape's collar is becoming uncomfortably tight.
"If you would kindly loosen your grip." Snape snarls, or rather attempts. With his wind cut off, it sounds more like "Ghiff churlkkk nyih ecken zure krip"
"I told her, that disrupting pain in the ass. However, this bond seems to have been formed long before my ultimatum." If Snape had still been alive, he would now be dead. Snape feels an odd sucking sensation from all of the points where the minotaur had tugged the invisible strands. "Look at this! Not even one minute! If she tries this kind of stunt with any of the other citizens I will kill her myself. No, not kill her- then I would have to deal with her. I will make her hurt so bad that any connection she even thinks of making will be broken from thinking, her brain will be so bruised." The minotaur digs its hooves into the clouds and leans back, holding Snape's neck so tightly that had he been alive it would have broken. And possibly snapped off. Even so, they both are sliding, Snape looking like a person in a bad tornado movie or Star Trek episode, nearly horizontal with the floor. "Remember that before you go back. Tell her for me. I want that little irritation to fully understand that I will have no more of her rearranging the cosmos. It is my cosmos, dammit. I rule here! Got that?" Snape manages to make an affirmative gesture around the extreme stretching he is currently not enjoying. The minotaur finally looses his grip and falls backward as Snape flies in the opposite direction.
* * *
I howl over the disapparated Voldemort's footprints, half in desperate anger, half in despair. My new wolf throat is very helpful for this, unfortunately, it does not seem to have tear ducts.
"Why do you care, anyways? I mean, you enjoyed irritating him and all, but seriously…" Deritine attempts to reason with me. I continue howling. I don't think anyone is paying any attention to him. I am ignoring him, Snape is dead, and Pirhanis is playing chess with the goat.
"And check mate." Says Pirhanis happily.
"Du…/Du Hast/Du hast meich…" Sings the goat sadly.
I can't figure out how to turn back into a human, not that I'm particularly concerned about that at the moment. I crawl toward the limp body of Snape on my belly, whimpering. I poke him with my nose, snuffling into his hair and robe.
Minor explosions singe the goat and boy. "Rats. You moved that mine, didn't you?" He glares at the goat.
"Shot through the heart/And you're too late/You give love/A bad name"
"Yeah, yeah. You have Everquest?" The theme song bursts into being. "Sw33t!"
"Ooh, can I play too?" Deritine gives me up as a bad job.
I curl around the body. Some part of my mind teases me for doing what I had always thought so silly in movies, the cuddling of the dead. Especially in X the movie, with just the head. I tell that small voice that if it doesn't shut up, I will get someone else to cast the killing curse on me and pop it out. Who would that be? It retorts. I ignore the voice. The body is still warm, though cooling quickly. It has the over-limpness of the recently and traumatically dead. It stiffens, I whine. So quickly the rigor-mortis? Why! Why do I have to be a Biology major?
The corpse shoots upright to a sitting position. I yelp and jump back. Corpses are not supposed to do that. The corpse looks around wildly. No, not corpse… he's ALIVE! I yip excitedly and proceed to lick every part of Snape's body that I can reach quickly and conveniently, namely hands and face. I am considerably larger than Deritine at the moment, and the attempt to bathe Snape is very awkward, compounded by the stuns and various movement restrictive curses he is sending my way when he can get enough breath to say the incantations. I discard the wolf form in annoyance and proceed to koala the irate potions master.
"Turn around bright eyes/Every now and then I get a little terrified then I see the look in you eyes." Mutters the goat, pointing with one hoof in our direction.
"Not now, I'm almost at the character screen. Hey, look! Half elves are now 49.9% elves. I haven't heard that one…"
"TURN AROUND!!" The goat screams loudly.
Deritine and Pirhanis look over at me. "That's just nasty. Stop it. Too bad Bufon's not here, maybe we could get a rez or something."
"I agree completely with your assessment, this clinging is deeply disturbing."
Pirhanis jumps up and back. "Ahh! It's undead! Kill it!"
"No, he always looks like that." Soothes Deritine. Snape attempts pry me from his chest to no avail. I think at this point it would require a stiff crowbar. "How are you alive, though?"
"The minotaur asked me to inform you that he will have no more of you antics or else he will come and create intense pain for you all. I believe he wishes you to stop 'rearranging his cosmos' I believe was the term."
"You got booted out of heaven? Well, I knew that guy had sense…" Deritine muses.
"I was kicked out only because of you miscreants." Snape tries again to release himself. I'm quite content where I am, thank you. "Apparently you have made it impossible for me to escape, even to death." He gives up and lies back down on the ground. I relax slightly, ready to resume a death grip if he tries to dislodge me again.
"In the middle of the night/ I go walking in my sleep/ Through the valley of fear…" mutters the goat.
"We should probably get back, its right." Deritine says.
"Back where?" Pirhanis asks.
"Hogwarts! /Hoggy hoggy Hogwarts"
"Stop, please. I hear quite enough of that at the school, thank you."
"Well, if you could just teleport…"
"Apparate" Deritine whispers.
"Right, apparate us back, then, that would be great." Pirhanis finishes.
"I would love to transport myself back; however, my wand is…" Snape takes out a completely and utterly totaled wand from a back pocket.
"Oops, that's my bad." I cough, embarrassed.
"Indeed."
"Here we are/Born to be kings/we're the princes of the universe!"
"Yeah, why can't we just tele-apparate ourselves, then." And with that Pirhanis is gone.
"Does he even know where he's going?" asks Deritine, worriedly.
"He's your subconscious." I retort.
"He's your cousin." Deritine bites back.
"So?"
"Why can't we be friends/Why can't we be friends?"
Deritine follows Pirhanis, as does the goat, and I follow them holding Snape.
* * *
We end up in Snape's room the first time. Apparently Pirhanis has very good aim.
"Well, you did all right coming here first try, I suppose." Deritine allows.
"Of course I did. I'm a wizard." Noting the weird look on all our faces, he adds. "Not that kind of wizard! I mean, not this kind of wizard. You know, I teleport for a living. Everquest? Got KEI? Ringing bells? Good." He flops down beside Snape and me. I am still quite contentedly attached, and Snape is still shocky enough not to be too snappish. "Besides, this place feels like 'home' to me for some reason."
"The swamps of ho-o-oome!" We all give a weird look to the singing goat. It shrugs.
"Wouldn't be because of me. What kind of subconscious are you anyway?" Deritine says after an appropriate pause to let the goat know how stupid it was. "Who are you, anyways?" It points to a nametag proclaiming 'Hi! My name is Aimry' "No, you're not Aimry, that is." He points at me. The goat rolls its eyes. In the torchlight its fur is revealed to be a deep scarlet.
"Oh, please. You don't know what it is? We were playing computer games on it not two minutes ago and you already forget. That is obviously Fickle Narcolepsy." Pirhanis looks at the dumbfounded Deritine. "What, isn't that obvious? A red goat that can play video games? It is obviously Aimry's computers."
"Hey, Pirhanis, you know what an id is?" I ask him.
"But Aimry has two computers, Red Goat and Fickle.
"You have failed me for the last time, commander. Take him away." Fickle says with Darth Vader's voice.
"Obviously they have combined. They were always getting brain transplants anyways, no wonder they got lumped together."
"That's got to be a little strange, being two consciousnesses at once…" Deritine scrunches his nose in disgust.
"It's like a paranoid looking over my back/ It's like a whirlwind inside my head/ It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within/ It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin." Acknowledges Fickle sadly.
"But what is with that only speaking only in songs? I mean, it's a little bizarre… You'd think a computer would have a really great vocabulary."
"Isn't ironic/ Don't you think? / A little toooo ironic/ Yeah I really do think" Fickle sends me a death glare. "It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife…" It begins to look around Snape's room. However, all implements of pain are magical in nature and thus beyond Narcolepsy's scope.
"Or it was talking in its normal voice; it would undoubtedly be all beeps and whirring noises." Pirhanis looks to red goat for conformation. It nods sadly. "I bet she never even set you up with proper speech setting, huh?" Fickle looks down at the ground.
"I could never figure it out; I had no idea where the microphone was. Besides, I had to reset the operating system like seven times between the two of them."
Pirhanis turns back to Narcolepsy. "Where's your screen and keyboard?" The goat lies down on its left side, moving its head in a way that looks like it broke its own neck. A screen appears from the horn tips as the goat continues to rearrange itself, transformer-like, until it comes to a halt with a keyboard coming from its back, neck craned around and screen directly above the keyboard. "Mouse?" The tail falls off, attached by a cord. It blinks into a red light. Pirhanis grabs it and rubs it on the ground. "Sw33t, infrared." He begins clicking away.
I feel myself slipping into that happy state before sleep, where nothing much happens. Snape is comfy, the computers are clicking in the background, my dog is ignoring me… I grumble as Snape gets up, dumping me on the couch. Which is not warm. But close enough. I scoot into the warm spot where Snape had been. I curl up and sigh. "This is the Voice Recognition Setup. Read the following passages to… passages… pa-sage-es… to configure your Microsoft Office Microphone. If you need to reconfigure this in the future… ree-kon-fig-your... no. Back up…" Everything seems warm and fuzzy, though there is a nagging something trying to get my attention. Something I shouldn't have let go… "Reconfigure this in the future… Reprinted here in the future? How the hell did you get that? I'm reading off of your sentence. Obviously I would be saying what was written. I'm reading office and is obviously NBC was written me? You've got to at least try!" I slip deeper into sleep accompanied by Deritine's stifled laughter. "Deritine, stop laughing, look what it wrote: 'but not meet with the immediate who will open in be'. No wonder Aimry never did these speech tools…" Despite the chatter and the strange unease, I still fall asleep.
This time I feel the transition. I end up under the covers next to Snape, who seems to be out cold. Or out warm, perhaps, since he is. I snuggle over and fall fully asleep. As I do I hear a faint curse coming from the other room. "Curse you to all depths of the Hells that the decaying multitudes of filth may Rot your bones and still your soul will scream in dire agony!!!" He really should stop reading all that Puritan poetry…
* * *
Pirhanis glares blearily at the screen. "No, I don't want a period; I want you to say that the costume is not from the correct period. Gods be damned! That is not punctuation." He rubs his eyes, looking back at the snoring wolf. "Not that you are helping matters any, it keeps writing 'off-bomb you and me and Shoulda Olu' and other such nonsense." A pleasant beeping noise issues from the computer. A dialogue box appears on the screen.
"Thank you for choose Microsoft Office Voice recognition." It says in a robot-like voice. "You have selected LH Michael as the computer's default voice." It adds.
"What? I didn't do anything…"
"Please change my voice." Comes the awkward metallic sounding noise from the computer. With no inflection, it seems that the computer is going to go on a homicidal rampage of some sort.
"I can't. That's the only option."
"I must download updates, please wait." Red goat looks down at the floor intently.
"How is it that you are connected to the internet, anyway?"
"I have four wireless connecting devices available for utilization. I have also used the cellular connection that I have located via the GPS uplink I re-established during the reboot in the forest." Silks a female voice.
"You have a GPS uplink?" Pirhanis decides to ignore the seductive coo the information was delivered in.
"No. The Yukon XL came with one when it was purchased." The computer chirps in an anime-esque multi-gender young child voice.
"So how did you end up with the car's GPS?"
"Probably the same way I ended up with three cell phones." Comes a sarcastic sounding reply in the voice of Garfield the cat (television version 1.12.7).
"I see. Aimry seems to have issues discriminating between technologies."
"How do you think I can see?" asks Sean Connery. "Hmm, not bad, but I don't think it integrates properly with my body."
"Definitely not. But how?"
"Look closely and you will be able to see that my left eye is an integrated Logitech 8K89 I.T.E. web camera. My right is a Panasonic PV-DV400D handheld min-DV camera connected through a 1394 port." Fickle says in a pleasant in a vaguely female voice. "I believe I will select J1R.6.9.2 as my default voice."
"It's a good voice…" Pirhanis lets out a huge yawn.
"Ivan be kong?" Asks a very puzzled (slightly female) goat.
"No, I was yawning. I think I'm for bed, now that you are all set up and all…" Pirhanis yawns again.
"I see. What should I do then?"
"Er… do you sleep?"
"Not as such."
"Well, then I suppose whatever you want."
The goat looks as distressed as a goat can look. Which is to say, near to causing massive stampedes. Think Lion King, but without wildebeests or hyenas… Ok, not really like the Lion King.
"Yeah, look up some neat games and download all of the Metallica MP3's." Pirhanis' eyes are failing to keep them selves open. "I don't care. Is there a bed somewhere?" Fickle points one hoof in the direction of the slightly ajar door, not looking up from its intent studying of nothing in particular that seems to be in the space between the floor and its nose. "Heh, it would be really amusing if you downloaded all of the Harry Potter books and movies… yeah… do that…" Fickle nods. Pirhanis finds the transfigured bed that I have not ever really slept in.
* * *
Deritine jumps on Pirhanis's chest, pushing all the breath out of his lungs with a whoosh and awakening him quite effectively. "Morning!" says an overly cheerful voice. Especially over cheerful according to the time on Pirhanis's watch.
"It's only eight in the morning. I don't even want to know how late I was up." He pushes the large dog off his chest so that he can breathe properly and rolls over. He starts to fall back asleep before doing somewhat of a double take and starting badly enough to fall completely off the bed in a tangle of sheets. "By all the gods what is going on here!?!" He finally gets himself sorted out enough to look at Deritine's wolf-grinning speckled head.
"This is so much fun. You are awake, not dreaming, I came out of Aimry's head, you came out of mine, and we are in Hogwarts."
Pirhanis pinches himself sharply. "What happened… I remember, but… wasn't I dreaming…?" Pirhanis pauses. "Oh hohoho… I'm at Hogwarts?" An evil gleam enters his eye. "Where exactly in Hogwarts?"
"Snape's bedroom." Pirhanis gets a blank look before comprehension dawns.
"Riiight." Pirhanis stands up. "Why did you jump on me, anyway?"
"Well, I just…do." Deritine looks up briefly in puzzlement. "I guess it's a dog instinct."
"Ok, but why me?"
"Well, I would have jumped on the goat, but it started playing Sanitarium at me, you know 'Leave me be/ Sanitarium/ Just leave me alone.' And besides, there is something just so innocently perfect about humans that makes them irresistible to pounce on…"
"You still haven't answered the question. Aimry…"
"Is currently in far too close contact with Snape to consider pouncing upon."
"WHAT?!?!" Pirhanis peers over his bed, looking around wildly around until his eyes rest on the tangle of limbs, sheets and pillows that inevitably results from both of our energetic sleeping patterns. He runs over to the bed, pulling back a main sheet. "Aimry, how did you get in there? I mean, obsession is one thing, but have some dignity!"
I instinctively reach back for the cover, but Pirhanis is used to such things and has completely removed the sheet from my range. I give it back as a bad job and fall back onto Snape's chest. A long hand pulls itself out from under my head to rub its owner's face. Severus pushes me off and gets out of the bed, rearranging his black wizard robe from the night before. He disappears into the bathroom and closes the door. I grumble at everyone stealing my warmth. "What is it now? I was having a good dream…" I open one eye. Since it's fairly dark in the room, I don't instantly regret my decision. I frown slightly. "There was a hippo involved, and possibly some penguins… and I do believe that was C4…" I trail off.
"Ok, that's nice, but why were you in bed with Snape?"
"Oh, that. It just happens every time I fall to sleep. It's really quite comfortable. Not like that time I slept with my brothers, remember? What were we, like ten? Yeah, something like that… They both woke up with bruises as I recall…"
"Yeah, that would be the human eggbeater effect."
"Right, right. I remember now." I yawn and stretch fully. "I guess I should get up, seems everyone else is." I bite my watch Indiglo and look at the time. "8:24 in the morning? You got to be kidding me!"
"Breakfast is about to be over. Aren't you hungry?" Deritine looks puzzled.
"No. I never eat breakfast." I pause as my stomach protests. "Or, maybe I am hungry." I poke my belly a couple of times experimentally.
Severus comes out of the bathroom, rumpled but cleaner. He sweeps by us and I float after him, changing into my orange parachute pants and a black T-shirt with some logo or other on the front midair.
"Whoa, how'd she do that?" Asks Pirhanis, who immediately changes out of his long sleeve shirt and American flag flannel into khakis and a black shirt with the words 'I have gone to find myself. If I get back before I return, keep me here.' Printed on the front. "Sw33t. I think I'm going to like it here." He opts for walking behind the growing train.
Deritine follows, but stops in front of Fickle briefly. "Hey, we're going to go eat something, you want to come?" A buzzing noise followed by some high-pitched squeaks follows that question. Fickle then starts murmuring to itself.
"Goblet, good, Prisoner-trailer in QuickTime, Fade to Black to Wherever I May Roam secure…"
"Ok, guess not."
* * *
I contemplate whether I want to eat a cinnamon bun. On the plus side, they are good. However, I have already eaten two platters of them. Eh, what's one more?
"Oh, it is so neat, meeting them all. Look, there's Draco!" Pirhanis jumps the table and sneaks over to the Slytherin. "So, what's up, there, Draco? Is your father in Azkaban yet? Do you still hate Harry? Are there any possibilities of temporal fluxes or odd fixations with the two of you? I bet you want to be a Death Eater, right? I think that's not the greatest idea. Bowing to people, can't do that. Must stay in character, right? The new hairstyle, not going to happen, is it? I saw the preview for the third movie, and you looked completely different, the actor I mean. I…"
"Pirhanis." I interrupt. "Leave the poor guy alone. It's bad enough you're accusing him about being a dark wizard…" Draco looks slightly dazed and perhaps fearful as well. "Besides, the whole house rivalry thing kinda died in their class after a uhh… potions accident."
"Fascinating. Were they forced to work together?"
"Er… no. I was making a Pepper Up Potion as Neville and Snape startled me into dropping a highly unhappy ingredient in my cauldron."
"Well, that certainly won't last through the fifth book, do you think?"
"I dunno which book we're in now, to tell the truth."
"What? Why not?"
"Why do I care?"
"Well, we're obviously past book four as Voldemort is back in the flesh, so to speak. Hmmm. Is Umbridge around anywhere?" Pirhanis spies a pink cardigan. "So she is. Must be book five then." He looks for Draco for confirmation, but the blond has used the opportunity to make a retreat. However, another familiar figure has entered the dinning hall. "It's Harry!" Pirhanis Matrix leaps over a couple tables to land (crash) into Ron. "Hey, look! Ron. Wow, so cool!" Ron looks confused. "Hey, you on the Quidditch team yet? I just was re-reading the book a while ago."
"I'm on the team, yeah." Weasly blushes scarlet.
"Not so hot with the goals, eh? You'll get better, no worries. As long as the timeline isn't too messed up. They still sing Weasly is our king?" The paling of Ron's face is answer enough, as is the aggressive motion by Harry.
"Who are you?" he asks, placing himself between Ron and Pirhanis.
"Hello, my name is Pirhanis." Pirhanis sticks out his hand and shakes Harry's automatically extended hand. "So, your fifth year is it?"
"Yea, it is."
"Excellent. What time would you say, roughly?" Pirhanis glances at the staff table. "Hagrid's back…"
"What, why?" Harry has lost his anger in confusion.
"Well..." The main door to the Great Hall slams open and the large red goat charges over to Pirhanis.
"I have completed the task set to me. Would you like to view the files now?"
"Uh…" I wander over.
"Hey, what's up?" I ask.
"I have finished downloading the requested files."
"What files?"
"The ones requested by Pirhanis at 00:32 this morning. Included are all of the Metallica songs in MP3 format, some games including Snood, Civilizations and others, and the Harry Potter books in .doc and .mp3 format, and all related trailers, movies and extras."
A great number of things then get said at once.
"The who books?"
"You actually downloaded all of that?"
"What the hell? You never downloaded anything I ever asked you to!"
Among others.
"I have completed these P2P gatherings due to the superiority of the cell phone and GPS link versus the overtaxed campus and/or home networks that I have had access to in the past."
"Where did you get GPS a cell or a voice for that matter?"
"Pirhanis configured my speech and language settings. And I am the integrated memory of all technology you have ever used."
"Wow. Do you have my Majora's Mask game saved?"
"Yes."
"Alright! I finally beat the Masked Fish Gyorg; don't want to loose that battle data…" I happily ponder the resuming of my game.
"But what time is it? I wouldn't be able to stand it if this was the crucial moment I could have told Harry to open his present from Sirius instead of doing something rash."
"Oh, right, I quite forgot about that." Harry mutters.
"Was that Sirius Black you were just talking about, dears?" Comes a sickly sweet voice from behind us.
I turn around and see nothing before looking down. "Dear gods, she does look like a toad about to swallow a large fly!" I gasp.
"Hem hem." Comes the angry semi-cough.
"We weren't talking about any Sirice? Is that what you said? Oh, nononono. We were saying how serious we were about uh… something" finishes Pirhanis lamely.
"Who are you all, what are you doing here, and what is that?" She asks in a really quite irritating dimply kind of voice.
"Ah, well my name is Aimry, this is Pirhanis, and that is… well…"
"I am a composite of a HP Pavilion, a Dell Inspiron 8200, operating with Microsoft Windows Me and XP Professional, respectively, with out board devices including a micro-innovations infrared mouse, Samsung plasma screen…"
"Ok, you can stop now, thanks. That is Fickle Narcolepsy the red goat, also with parts of other things in it as well…"
"Basically it's a Muggle thing." Pirhanis interrupts what was threatening to be an equally long recitation by me.
"That is not possible. No Muggle appliances can run within Hogwarts corridors." She gives a sickly sweet smile. "And you two have still not explained yourselves."
"In what manner?" I ask. Nicely, I thought.
"Your class, your reason for being outside of your school house tables."
"Well, technically we're not a part of the school. I'm actually quite a bit too old to be going to school here." I say.
"Oooh! Can I get sorted?" asks Pirhanis.
"Hey, that would be fun!"
"Hem hem." Comes the little cough again. "If you are neither a student nor a teacher, then you must leave this school by order of the High Inquisitor."
"Oh, please. We've gotten to this nonsense already?" I roll my eyes. "We've got enough dirt on you to make Voldemort look like a nice boy. At least he wants to kill Harry personally. I mean Dementors, seriously."
Umbridge pales. "I will have you in detention!"
"I'm not a student, remember?" Pirhanis sits down on a bench and materializes some popcorn for himself. "Besides, what are you going to do to me? Make me write lines? Lock my broom away? You're funny, you know? I can make your life so miserable. And I don't even like you, so it would be completely different than with Snape, where it was all in good fun."
"I heard about you. The ministry got a report. You will come with me and answer to the Ministry."
"Oh, I'm so scared. What are you going to do, Crucio me? Let me tell you in advance it doesn't work. Or maybe you want to try some other curse? I'm not really afraid of magic so much any more. Something about having Voldemort and various other Death Eaters cast the killing curse on you a couple of times will do that, I guess."
"You are speaking lies! I will have no more of it."
"Hah. You are a deranged psychopath, you know that? I bet Fickle has your whole confession from the end of the book in its hard drive. We could instigate a little Pre-Crime here. Like in Minority Report. Metaphysics, you know." Dumbledore has somehow managed to make his way over to the focus of the entire school's attention (me) through the massed crowds.
"That will be quite enough, Aimry, thank you." He looks quite grave, but also slightly amused.
"Sure thing, Bumblebee."
"I believe that Professor Snape is about to leave to replace his wand. He will be traveling by Apparation."
"Aw crap." I say as the world fades from view.
A/N: Ok, so I fixed all the little thingies that were wrong as I actually read it over. For shame on anyone who read but did not point these out! I mean, a couple of times I didn't even finish my sentence and at least once I left out the whole middle part of my though. However: thank you Joli for r/ring since that was very nice of you. And to all the other (10) people who have reviewed so far. Since I'm writing this, I suppose I should put the (Ab)Used songs list in here:
Total
Slaughter-Trigun (English dub)
Stupify-Disturbed
Du Hast-Rammstein
Shot Through The Heart-Bon Jovi
Total Eclipse Of The Heart-Bonnie Tyler
In the Middle of the Night-Billy Joel
Princes of the Universe-Queen
Why Can't We Be Friends-?
The Swamps of Home-Once Upon a Mattress
Papercut-Linkin Park
Ironic-Alanis Morissette
Sanitarium-Metallica
Thank you people who are good and review what you read, hopefully it is not just you reading the story. 'Cause that would be very sad. (In both senses.)
