Part 2-Yeah I'm dumb. For some reason some people wanted me to finish this, so here we go. Yeah, I hate this one for sure, so I'm gonna write whatever pops into my twisted head, and I myself will be making a guest appearance! Actually, the story just takes up from my point of view from now on. Bwahahahahaha! Even if you've come this far, and don't wanna go further, but still wanna know what happens, just skip down to the end. Larva gets some

Larva strutted down the street, the air he carried about him making the small girl hiding in the alley caressing a small squeek toy wonder if she should check for gold chains and Barry White music. She decided he needed stalking, and stuffed the rather awkwardly shaped SPOOKY THE THING WHAT SQUEEKS into her back pocket. She scuttled down the sidewalk in his wake, and he entered a Denny's, making the little bell ring in protest as he opened the door. She scooted in after him (I'm just getting all the good action verbs, aren't I? As long as I'm interjecting, all the props I'm going to be using I actually own, no matter how bizarre they sound.) She spied him leaning against the counter to disguise his height, and hid behind one of his calves, since she was so small.
Berv looked up from her cash register and began to drool. "May I help YOU?" she asked, managing to make her placed emphasis sound dirty and suggestive.
"Uh, may I use your bathroom?"
Her eyebrows lowered as her sense of protocol broke through her admiration. "No you MAY NOT!"
The small girl licked his calf experimentally.
Berv backed up as a severely intense look of panic and confusion spread across his face. "Uh that is go right in."
Larva, meanwhile, had thought he had peed himself, which confused him as he hadn't felt the need. He rushed to the women's room, accidentally hitting the small girl with his heel. Berv peered after him. "That's funny, I could have sworn she was....."
"Oh, you were right. I was down there, he's definitely male," Heather remarked as she straightened from her crouch. The lady's eyes bulged and she screamed as loud as she could, recognizing the 5'2" skinny girl with short spiky purple hair and glasses from the girl's earlier Wheel Of Time fanfic (go read it! You don't have to know jack about the series to not get it), which had a rather funny and extensive Denny's piece in it, but which had left all in Denny's permanently traumatized. Heather nipped off to the girl's room to see what exactly the strange monkey boy was doing.

Larva rushed into the girls room and checked to make sure no one was in the stalls, then used a piece of stale cake he had just stolen from the dessert's counter to wedge the door closed before finally checking his pants, which were dry. He shrugged, then decided he must have been experiencing wet hot flashes, and dug into his pants for a quarter. His sharp nails gouged his thigh, and he whipped his hand out with a cry, launching his quarter up into the air, over the stall door and into a toilet with a small moist metallic pluck. He gagged, and crept gingerly over to the open door, dreading what he would find lurking in the bowl of a Denny's toilet. He thanked the gods that this, at least, wasn't an Arby's, and peeked in the door at the closed toilet. He shuddered, recognizing the trick the janitors used to ward off cleaning the toilet for at least another week. He steeled himself, and walked in, reaching out to grasp the lid of the toilet, clenching his eyes and turning his head away as he lifted the lid and plunged his hand into the warm, solid depths. He gagged through his nose, which is very amusing to watch, and was forced to steel himself further from yanking his hand out and running to burn his arm off. He really needed that quarter.
He fished about, his hand finally connecting with something solid, though a little less firm than a quarter. He grasped it, and tried to bring it out. It gave a little bit, as though it was stuck in something. He put his boot against the bowl to brace himself and tugged harder, making some progress only to feel a pull from the opposite side, as though something else was pulling back. He gagged through his nose again, finally whipping his head forward, his eyes closed, and plunging both hands in, crying out "I really neeeeeed it!" and yanking in short little bursts before slumping over and whimpering like a little girl.
"I'll say you do," said a small girl's voice. He screeched and sprung up, pulling the girl with him from where she had been sitting in front of the toilet. He had both hands down her shirt and was grasping the clasp on the front of her bra. "I've not seen someone that desperate since...well, Frank. But Frank is gay, so oh well. He got gnawed by a squirrel" she leaned over and said in confiding tones.
He yelled again and launched himself backwards into the wall, staring in wide-eyed horror. "I am SO sorry! I thought you were a toilet!" She gave him a Look, and he went on "No wait that sounds bad, I mea-" He stopped, staring toward the door where the rock-hard wedge of cake was still holding the door closed. "How did you get IN here?"
"The more important question is what are YOU going to do about it?"
He frowned. "I'm afraid you really must leave."
"Why?"
"Because I n-"
"But why?"
"Because-"
"Are you gonna bathe in the toilet?"
"Yes-NO! I AM...er...gonna bathe, but not in the toilet now PLEASE I have to get my quarter."
"Why?"
He launched her into another plane of existence, then rolled up his sleeve and peered in the toilet bowl, trying to search it's opaque surface for where his quarter was. He reached and then stopped. He had almost fallen for it. How had his quarter fallen in if he had had to open the toilet in the first place? He hit himself in the head and turned, nearly running into the girl again. He hopped back in surprise, tripping and landing on the toilet.
She grinned at him and leaned her elbow on the toilet paper dispenser. He sighed at her. "Do you have it?"
"Gonorrhea? No way, do you? You will if you keep sitting on that seat."
He jumped up and confronted her angrily. "You are genuinely infuriating!"
She smiled. "Everyone's entitled to an opinion." Her smile slid off. "I'm going to have to beat me later. I HATE that phrase"
"Let me do it for you," he muttered under his breath.
She licked the back of one knuckle. He decided to ignore that; she was deliberately trying to weird him out. "Do you have my quarter?"
"Why do you need a quarter? To buy a new pair of cheap sunglasses?"
He frowned at her. "Why would I need a new pair of sunglasses?"
The room was too dark for him to see the combat boot rushing at his face, and he crumpled delightedly to the ground for Heather, who knelt by him and grasped his arm, extending it so she could check his pulse, then sit on his arm.

And in the next segment, I drag him back to my lair and find the root of his petulant and annoying notice of everything Miyu isn't doing for him (he really doesn't HAVE to eat or pee, and it's not her fault he doesn't take any of his clothes off at night. Though it is her fault he doesn't bathe.....) But yes. He's just doing that to be stubborn. It'll aaaall continue not to make sense again soon. Go to Slavelabor.com and search for spooky the thing what squeeks to see the most adorable thing ever to squeek (yeah, it's supposed to be spelled like that-It says so on the box)
Well that's it for now. Leave me a review, even if it's just a single letter or number, I wanna know if you actually read this. PLEAAAAAAASE?!? And this storyline is so flexible I'll accept anything you throw at me, so if you have an idea for something you want to happen, just say so.
And if you want to be part of the whole creepiness, leave a description of yourself, personality and physical, and it's an absolute guarantee that you'll get put in. Seeya SUCKA! (Hi Morgan)
*PS-Adding SUCKA to the end of every sentence is amusing and fun. Also randomly throwing out the phrase "Speaking of-(insert last word you heard here), then stopping, is also fun. I made it up. Now it's your turn to try Ok time to shut up now heether
Bye me