"FINALLY, I'M DONE WITH THIS CHAPTER!" he yells before flipping the desk in front of him. It was then that he realized the table had his laptop on top of it and that he hadn't saved his progress.
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Hey, welcome back. I'm sorry I was so slow in updating the story and for making that stupid error last monologue; "I just wanted to here[hear]..." You see, I'm a procrastinator (or lazy depending on how mean you wanna be towards me) with ADHD. It's kinda of hard for me to focus on something, but I try hard to keep things consistent. Except myself.
So to answer the questions from last chapter;
How I find inspiration to write my stories (or story and prologue as some jerks would like to point out) is by actually looking at fan art of the series I'm writing about. It let's me see what others find interesting about said series and what I find interesting about that series, as well.
Rituals? I pet my dog. I know, sounds to simple to be a ritual, but petting my dog usually happens after long walks in which I lose myself deep in thought. It was during a time like that when I thought up the premise for Ticket to Life.
Tomato paste vs Mega Shark and who'd win? Samurai Jack.
Do I use outlines? No, I use a character sheet that I created before writing. Myra, Bryce, and Eddy were created alongside Rick (then unnamed protagonist). I fleshed them out more and gave them families before even introducing them, but I make revisions before bring them or the story to a certain point.
Oh, BTW, say hi to the Perros. Enjoy.
"Hey, I wanna speak directly to whoever is watching over me; be it the universe, a Qilin, or someone who's spending a lot of time at a computer. I am Rick, sounds like a movie title, and right now I think I'm asleep. I don't know if you can hear me or, if you can, if I can hear you... I'm confusing myself so I'm going to just start talking. Right now I'm wringing my hands here and I'm speaking aloud to an unknown presence I'm not even sure exists.
"Today I woke up in a depressing state, already going through the motions of the life I adapted. I wandered around and found myself dealing with two people from the life I knew, one I consider an unimportant annoyance and the other I consider to be family. This makes me wonder about many things, like how come coincidences involving an unrelated police chase can push people to notice something off about everything else.
"Truth is I feel like I should be doing something that I would think is important, but something pushes me in a different direction everyday. First off, wanted to take Gumball to the hospital, but found out that I wasn't in his body anymore. I was then gonna stay in that apartment room I now dwell in, but Sal ended up there I left out of fear. I didn't want to be seen by those I knew, remembered from Gumball's memories, but ended up wandering Elmore.
"Of course I met some people who helped me out or interacted with me and of course I was able to get some money, albeit questionably, but where am I going? Am I being tested or are you just watching for some twisted entertainment? I can't be somebody's plaything or experiment, right? I'm my own person now... aren't I.
"Just... WHAT AM I TO YOU!?
"Oh! Crap! Earthquake!? I think someone's trying to wake me up. I'll speak with you again soon, count on it."
~Day 5 cont.~
As I proceed to wake up I feel someone nudging me, probably Eddy. I peer at the inside of my eyelids, still feeling a bit beat from my earlier experiences and thoughts, but Eddy's prodding was agitating me.
"Dude, quit it," I slurred as I was still drowsy. After a small pause the nudging continued, which began to annoy me to no end.
"Will you stop that, Eddy!" I snarled as I lightly pushed the hand that was nudging me. I look at him only to find that it wasn't Eddy who was nudging me, but a small, indigo furred mouse-girl. She was about the height of Darwin wearing a rose colored blouse, a navy blue skirt that went just below her knees, and a pair of white sandals.
Her eyes were filled with shock as she clutched her hand close to her chest. I then noticed her right eye had a black ring around it. It was like I was looking at an inverse version of Eddy.
"Hey! Who are you screamin' at, Rick!?" I heard someone yell as I heard them coming down the stairs. I look over the to the stairway at Eddy who, now cleaned up in some not-ripped clothes, had just reached the bottom. He looked from me to the girl standing next to the couch.
"Mikey?" he said with shock, "When'd you get back? I thought you were gonna stay at a friends tonight." I look back at the girl to find her just standing there fidgeting, still clutching her hand.
"Uh... Eddy, who is she?" I ask as I look from her back to him.
"She's my sister, Michelle," he tells me as he goes to the girl, "You okay, Mikey?" The girl nodded, but continued standing there silently staring at the ground while taking quick glances at me. I didn't know what to think as I found myself glancing away occasionally since it felt incredibly awkward.
"So..." I began, "Michelle... It's nice to meet you. My name's Rick." I put my hand out for a handshake after introducing myself, but she hid behind Eddy.
"Sorry about this, Mikey's kinda shy around new people," Eddy explained, as he possibly knew how off putting her action was. She then peeked at me from behind him with eyes filled with nervous excitement. I felt that feeling you would usually get from going down during a ride on a Ferris Wheel. That was a feeling that neither I or Gumball enjoyed.
"How old is she?" I asked Eddy, trying not to have my eyes meet hers.
"She's 12, like me, but older by a few minutes. We're twins," he tells me. He must have seen the confused look on my face cause he then said, "We're fraternal twin. Not all twins look alike."
"Right."
'Didn't Mrs. Simian say something about that during a health science lesson?'
"So, why were you yelling, Rick?" Eddy asked me.
"Well, I had fallen asleep on your couch and I felt somebody nudging me," I told him, "I thought is was you at first."
"If it were me I would have twisted your ear," he told me with a smirk, "as pay back for how you woke me at the theater."
"Didn't you punch me because of that?"
"You blocked it, so not really," he said with an ominous grin. I saw him begin to crack his knuckles and as I glimpsed at Mikey peeking at me again and thought that I probably should go.
"So, okay. Should I to go before the rest of your family shows?" I asked Eddy, "Not trying to sound rude, just wanted to know if it's okay to be here."
"Well," Eddy began, "It's only 2 o'clock so the stickler, Daniela, won't be home for awhile. Mikey here may be shy, but I can tell she thinks your harmless. The only one I would worry about, however, is Laurencia."
"So, your family's dominated by girls."
"Yeah, but before you think that it's all fru-fru or fragile; my sisters, apart from Mikey, can kick just about any guy's butt. Especially Daniela. Bryce is scared of her and you can see that he doesn't let much get to him."
'Okay... I might just have to leave then. Bryce already unnerves me, but someone that can scare him?'
I felt a chill crawl up my spine thinking of someone scaring Bryce. Eddy might have read my mind, because he then told me, "He's only scared of her 'cause she's grown and can beat him. Plus he's a self-proclaimed gentleman."
After the way he acted around Anais, I can definitely see that.
'Wait a minute.'
"Eddy?" I said.
"What?" he answered still smirking.
"You've only talked about you and your sisters. What about your parents?" I asked.
The moment I mentioned his parents his smirk disappeared and he shifted his gaze downward. Mikey had a sad look on her face as well. At that time I knew that might be a taboo subject.
"They're not here anymore," he said with a melancholy tone. I saw his eyes begin to well-up and a tear leave his eye. He wiped his cheek, causing the fur under his eye to stick out.
"I'm sorry," I told him as I went to console him, "I didn't know."
'Of course I didn't. Why am I even prying into his life? He only just met me 4 days ago.'
"Don't worry about it, mi amigo," he said, "It's fine." His sister came from behind him and tried to fix the fur under his eye. I felt kinda bad so I excused myself and went for the door.
"Espere," I felt a hand on my shoulder, "you don't have to leave because of that. If I wanted you to go I'd have thrown you out." I looked back and saw his smirk back on his face.
"You sure?" I asked, "I just don't want to be "that" guy."
"Yeah, but for your information, you're not "that" guy. Bryce is. He isn't very sociable so he lacks some tact." I heard slight laughter coming from behind Eddy. Mikey's laugh was light and cute. This was the only time I heard her make any vocal noise.
When she noticed that I was looking at her she got silent once again and looked down, but had a smile on her face.
'She gets embarrassed easily.'
"Stay a bit and let me introduce you to my family," Eddy told me, "I just hope Daniela doesn't find you to be a "bad influence" like Bryce."
"Dude," I say back, "For as long as I remember I haven't influenced anyone, good or badly. I've tried, believe me."
Mikey decided to stay downstairs and watch some TV while Eddy took me up to his and Mikey's room. Their house only had two bedrooms; one for the older sisters and the other for the twins. Eddy and Mikey's room was peculiar. The walls were a deep shade of purple. There was one dresser and a book shelf full of books next to it. There were two separate twin beds, 'heh,' and both had a completely different style. One had a bland lavender comforter and sheets with a plain white pillow. The other bed looked like it took all of Carrie's emo/goth paraphernalia and put it all on the bed. The comforter, from what I can see, was all black with skull patterns all over, the pillow was a deep crimson shade with what looks like a pair of black eyes designed into it.
"Eddy," I began, now wishing I had just left, "You never gave off the feel of liking anything gothic."
"I don't because I don't like that stuff," he said as he went and sat on the lavender bed, "it freaks me out. That's Mikey's bed."
'Okay... Mental note; add Mikey to the list of people who scare me. Alongside Mrs. Simian, Tina Rex, Nicole Watterson, Jamie and her mom, and Bryce.'
I place my backpack next to the door and we began talking about anything. First my troubles; my existence (sad), my fears of coming to grips with this life (sad), why I think the Man of Steel movie sucked (critique-wise? It wasn't true to the origin or character).
He then told me about how he once collapsed one kids throat (accident), how he helped this lost kid find his parents (he felt sorry for him), how broke one kids arm (accident), how he volunteers at a homeless shelter (wanted to help), how he smashed the rotten cupcake kid through a locker (on purpose), and that his favorite types of movies are romantic comedies.
'Is this guy a rabid dog or freaking teddy bear'
We continued talking for a few hours when we heard someone yell, "Eduardo Salbatore Perros!? Did you kick Mikey out the room!?"
The voice was female. It had a Hispanic inflection , but also a little roughness to it.
Eddy got up and went to the door and yelled, "No Daniela!"
"Then why is she down here by her self?" the voice called.
He then left the room and went downstairs. Not sure of what to do, I stayed put in his and Mikey's room. I went over to the book shelf and picked up a book at random.
'Huh. "To Kill a Mocking Bird?" Which one of them reads stuff like this?'
"Hey! Rick come on down here for a moment!" I hear Eddy yell. I put the book back and head out and downstairs.
I get to the bottom of the stairs when I see another dog person. She had sky-blue fur, against which you can clearly see two whiskers, but unlike Eddy and Mikey she didn't have any rings around her eyes. She was much taller than me and Eddy. She was wearing a short black skirt with a white collard shirt tucked into it. She also had a badge like Nicole's.
'I guess she also works at the Rainbow Factory. No trouble there. It's not like Nicole has friends... *sigh* I feel like I should be grounded for that.'
"Daniela, this is my new friend Rick," Eddy introduced me to her, "This is my eldest sister, Daniela. Or Ms. Perros, depending on if you want to."
'Oh the one person Bryce is supposedly afraid of. Great(sarcasm)!'
"Hi, Rick," she said with a smile on her face, "Can I get your last name?" So far she didn't seem all that scary.
"Waters..." I cut myself off before finishing saying Waterson.
"Rick Waters, eh?" she says, "That's a nice name."
"Makes you sound like a failed bottled water company," Eddy said.
"Eduardo, you know that's not nice," she shot at him.
"To be honest, it kind of does," I said trying to keep Eddy out of trouble.
"Well, as long as you're not offended. But Eddy, you could learn to have some tact," she said.
"I did," he responded, "I just not to use it then."
Mikey, who I didn't notice standing next to me, snickered at their exchange. I looked over to her and she then nervously distanced herself from me.
'I'm beginning to feel like I'm a creep when she does that.'
"Is Laura back, yet?" Ms. Perros asked her younger siblings.
"She wasn't here when I got back," Eddy answered, "She come back with you, Mikey?"
The indigo mouse-girl just shook her head.
'Are they sure she isn't just mute?'
"Laura is my other sister, Laurencia," Eddy explained, "she's the second oldest."
"Ok, so you are, technically, the runt litter?" I joked. Daniela made a slight snort laugh when I said that.
"Hey," Eddy whispered, "Remember who smashed a kid three times your size through a locker. Do you think I'm playing."
I decided that I wouldn't let push him any further, so I kept some more snarky comment to myself.
"I'm gonna go get dinner started," Daniela said as she went towards the kitchen, "You're welcome to stay, Rick." Mikey followed her into the kitchen, (to help maybe? I dunno). Eddy and I were about to head back upstairs when the front door opened. In walked another dog-girl, this one wearing a pair of jean capris, a tan blouse, and a pair of sandals. She had cherry-red fur and an attitude.
She looked me up and down before saying, "Who's the geek?" Her voice was smooth and hypnotizing, but lacked the inflection Eddy and Daniela had.
'Ok. She's off to wonderful start (sarcasm).'
"This is Rick," Eddy says, introducing me to her.
"Who said I was talking about him?" she asked with a smirk on her face.
'Ok. She's cool. (not sarcasm)'
I stifle my laughter realizing she was talking about Eddy. Eddy looks at me out of the corner of his eye and I shut up.
"Name's Laurencia 'Laura' Clodovea Perros," she tells me, "hears my autograph. Gonna be worth something someday." She then gives me an index card with her name written on it.
"Why do have those goggles on?" she asked me before saying, "Trying out for a steampunk role?"
"I just like them," I answer as I snap them on my head.
"Keep wearing them and people might think you're strange," She tells me, "Nothing wrong with it, but can get annoying hearing them say it over and over."
"They only say it to you 'cause you do monologues in public," Eddy says.
"Well, how else am I supposed to get discovered?" she asks him.
"By having talent," he goads before running up the stairs.
"You little!" she yells as she chases after him.
"Hey! Ya'll better not break anything out there!" I hear Daniela yell out of the kitchen.
Crash!
'Well, they're screwed.'
I then walk towards the kitchen to see if Daniela and Mikey wanted any help.
Before you ask, yes, all their names are actual names. I do my research. I make sure everything's good. I can make my own pasta (the non-creepy kind).
This, I believe, is my longest chapter (word count). Finishing off a chapter allows my mind a release as it backs up the longer it takes me to get back to writing.
(Huh. I just realized what that sounded like. HAHA! Dirty.)
But as I said last time, this section stops at chapter 20.
See ya next time.
(Not literally. It's not like I can see you through your monitor as you read this. I'm not apart of the N.S.A, C.I.A, F.B.I, N.C.I.S, O.P.P,
R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
FIND OUT WHAT IT MEANs TO ME!
R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
TAKE CARE, T.C.B.
SOCK IT TO ME, SOCK IT TO ME...)