Disclaimer
We still don't own digimon, or American Psycho. But we'll ALWAYS own George, so Hahaha. =)
Chapter two
"Hello? Hida Residence."
"Umm…Hi, may I speak to Cody please?" Said Matt politely.
"Yeah, hold on." There was a pause.
"Hello, this is Cody." He said.
"Hey Cody it's Matt."
"Oh hey Matt, what's up?"
"Nothing…Wanna come over for supper?" Asked Matt.
"Matt, It's almost midnight."
"Oh yeah..Well..Umm..Wanna come over anyways?"
"Sure thing matt. I'll be there soon." Cody said before hanging up the phone. He looked around. He had covered the furniture, and carpet in a layer of plastic. He waited patiently for Cody to arrive, glancing at George once in a while. About ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. Matt got up stiffly and strode to the door and opened it.
"Hey there Cody." Matt forced a grin. Cody nodded and entered the room. He looked around for a moment.
"Um…Why is there plastic wrap all over the place?" Asked Cody.
"Oh um…My mom is having the furniture and carpet cleaned." Said Matt, sitting down. Cody sat down beside him. They began to chat.
"Hey, how about a snack, Cody?" offered Matt.
"Sure." Said Cody cheerfully. Matt got up and walked behind the couch and into the kitchen. He crept behind the couch and slowly picked up an axe. He raised it into the air behind Cody's head. He lunged at Cody. Cody turned around in surprise just as the blade came down at him. There was a gasp, then slice, then with a small thud, his head rolled across the floor, leaving a smear of fresh blood, glimmering slightly with the over head light. Matt lowered the axe and gently pushed the corpse onto the floor. He raised the axe again, to the head. Cody's eyes were distant and glazed over with blood. The dark liquid was oozing out of his mouth and nose, forming a small glistening red pool. His mutilated neck was also bleeding violently. He swiftly brought down the axe again, chopping his head in two, causing more blood to splatter onto the chair and table. He began to slice Cody's body into smaller pieces. He reached his stomach and struck it. Fluids and goo splashed out, covering Matt with the putrid liquid. The smell was unbearable. The intestines spilled onto the floor. Matt gagged a bit before continuing to chop up the limp corpse. When he had finally finished he wiped the blood off his face and turned, to George, eyes gleaming.
"Excellent job, Matt." Said the rock approvingly. Matt grinned toothily. "Now go get the hamburger maker thingie in the kitchen." Said George. Matt nodded and dropped the axe and walked into the kitchen and returned to the decapitated body.
"Now we make some chow!" Exclaimed George, joyously. Matt picked up the bloody pieces one by one and dropped them into the machine. When he was done, Matt slowly poured the slimy bloody mixture into a bag and put it into the fridge. He walked back and unwrapped the furniture and carpet, crumpling the plastic up and tossing it into the fire place. Matt lit a match and caught the wood and plastic on fire, watching it burn away, and the stench of death disappearing. He placed the axe back in his fathers cabinet, locking it. He put the key back in the secret place and sat back on the couch.
"Now that wasn't so hard was it?" Laughed George. Matt chuckled a bit, himself.
"So when should we have the barbecue?"
"As soon as possible" said George.
"Tomorrow?"
"Sounds good, tomorrow morning call everyone and invite them for the barbecue."
""I will." Matt said. "But for now I'm going to get some sleep." He said. Before heading up the stairs.
"DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME! I NEED SLEEP TOO!" Matt turned back around and stomped back down the stairs. He grabbed George and headed back up.
"Hey… Don't be so rough? Be gentle!" George growled. "I'm not a little sqooshy plushie of some sort, you know."
"God, you're a rock, what's going to happen? I doubt if I squeeze you to tightly you'll pop, George." Matt yawned.
George muttered something under his breath. Matt ignored it and continued up the stairs. He walked into the washroom and put George down on the counter. Matt grabbed his toothbrush and put some tooth paste on it. He began to brush his teeth.
"What about me?!" Asked George. Matt glanced at him.
"Huh?"
"I said 'What about me?' Don't I get to brush my teeth too?" Said George, kind of annoyed.
"Don't be stupid. Rocks don't have teeth."
"Yes they do!!" George spluttered.
"Well then here, have this toothbrush!" Matt shoved the toothbrush beside George.
"Ew..You don't…" His voice trailed off.
"What was that George? Didn't hear ya!"
George cleared its throat. "I said you don't expect me to use your toothbrush do you?"
"Does it really matter?" Asked matt, looking down at the rock.
"Of course it does! I could get some harmful disease from your germs! And die!" George said, upset. Matt rolled his eyes.
"Go buy me a new toothbrush now!" It ordered.
"But…" Matt began.
"No buts! I want a new toothbrush! Now!" He demanded stubbornly.
"But I have one that hasn't been opened yet." Matt finished.
"Let's see it then." The rock commanded.
Matt took out a small toothbrush. "Is this good?" he inquired.
"That's too small!"
"No it isn't! Don't be so picky! It's a toothbrush and that's all that matters! Beside, I don't even know WHY you need a toothbrush! ROCKS DON'T EVEN HAVE TEETH!" Lectured Matt angrily.
"Don't make me mad, or you will be brushing ALL the rocks! So don't argue and go buy me my own toothbrush!"
Matt scoffed. "How many rocks can there be?"
"2125729532589292835.." George replied.
"Uh…Nevermind…I'll go get your tooth brush now, but I might be too tired for the barbecue tomorrow."
"Too tired for the barbecue? Well those won't do..Hmmm.." Muttered George.
"Well I guess this toothbrush will do…" He continued, with a tune of disgust.
"Very good." Said Matt.
"I have no hands you incompetent fool."
"well what do you expect me to do?!" Matt asked aggravated.
"Brush my teeth!" commanded George.
"But you don't have teeth!" yelled Matt.
"Yes I do! Now brush my teeth or you will be scrubbing your eyeballs with that toothbrush!" Roared George.
Matt gasped in horror. "You wouldn't…"
"I would." George clarified.
"You can't…You NEED me."
"You're not going to be dead, just your going to brush your eyes, or my teeth! Now choose!" Matt took out the toothpaste and put a dab on the brush.
"And where exactly are your teeth?" Asked Matt, sighing.
"Over here!" George said.
"Ummm..Where?"
"Over here!" Bellowed George. Matt brought the brush to where he thought he had been directed.
"Oww! My eye!" Screamed George painfully. Matt held the toothbrush back.
"sorry.." Matt poked himself in the eye. "Ow! Shit!" Screeched Matt.
"That's how it feels, Matt!" George chirped.
"Well if you had directed me better then that wouldn't have happened!"
"WELL YOU SHOULD HAVE FOLLOWED MY HAND MOTIONS!" Argued George.
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" YOU DON'T HAVE HANDS!"
"I DO SO!"
"Then where are they?" Matt gasped, annoyed.
"They are on my sides. Have you even bothered to look at me?"
"Yes! You are just a rock! A stupid little rock that looks like this!" Yelled Matt. He held George up to the mirror.
George looked at himself. "Wow!" He said in awe, "I'm gorgeous!" Matt rolled his eyes. "Well..I guess a couple cavities wouldn't hurt me that much…You may go to bed now." George decided. "I'll sleep at the end of your bed, that will be sufficient I guess."
"OK" Matt picked up the rock and walked into his room. He lay down and put George at the bottom of his bed and pulled the sheets over his head as he stared blankly into the darkness and tried to block out George's loud snores.
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Okay that was chapter two...How'd ya like it? We worked really really hard..
We still don't own digimon, or American Psycho. But we'll ALWAYS own George, so Hahaha. =)
Chapter two
"Hello? Hida Residence."
"Umm…Hi, may I speak to Cody please?" Said Matt politely.
"Yeah, hold on." There was a pause.
"Hello, this is Cody." He said.
"Hey Cody it's Matt."
"Oh hey Matt, what's up?"
"Nothing…Wanna come over for supper?" Asked Matt.
"Matt, It's almost midnight."
"Oh yeah..Well..Umm..Wanna come over anyways?"
"Sure thing matt. I'll be there soon." Cody said before hanging up the phone. He looked around. He had covered the furniture, and carpet in a layer of plastic. He waited patiently for Cody to arrive, glancing at George once in a while. About ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. Matt got up stiffly and strode to the door and opened it.
"Hey there Cody." Matt forced a grin. Cody nodded and entered the room. He looked around for a moment.
"Um…Why is there plastic wrap all over the place?" Asked Cody.
"Oh um…My mom is having the furniture and carpet cleaned." Said Matt, sitting down. Cody sat down beside him. They began to chat.
"Hey, how about a snack, Cody?" offered Matt.
"Sure." Said Cody cheerfully. Matt got up and walked behind the couch and into the kitchen. He crept behind the couch and slowly picked up an axe. He raised it into the air behind Cody's head. He lunged at Cody. Cody turned around in surprise just as the blade came down at him. There was a gasp, then slice, then with a small thud, his head rolled across the floor, leaving a smear of fresh blood, glimmering slightly with the over head light. Matt lowered the axe and gently pushed the corpse onto the floor. He raised the axe again, to the head. Cody's eyes were distant and glazed over with blood. The dark liquid was oozing out of his mouth and nose, forming a small glistening red pool. His mutilated neck was also bleeding violently. He swiftly brought down the axe again, chopping his head in two, causing more blood to splatter onto the chair and table. He began to slice Cody's body into smaller pieces. He reached his stomach and struck it. Fluids and goo splashed out, covering Matt with the putrid liquid. The smell was unbearable. The intestines spilled onto the floor. Matt gagged a bit before continuing to chop up the limp corpse. When he had finally finished he wiped the blood off his face and turned, to George, eyes gleaming.
"Excellent job, Matt." Said the rock approvingly. Matt grinned toothily. "Now go get the hamburger maker thingie in the kitchen." Said George. Matt nodded and dropped the axe and walked into the kitchen and returned to the decapitated body.
"Now we make some chow!" Exclaimed George, joyously. Matt picked up the bloody pieces one by one and dropped them into the machine. When he was done, Matt slowly poured the slimy bloody mixture into a bag and put it into the fridge. He walked back and unwrapped the furniture and carpet, crumpling the plastic up and tossing it into the fire place. Matt lit a match and caught the wood and plastic on fire, watching it burn away, and the stench of death disappearing. He placed the axe back in his fathers cabinet, locking it. He put the key back in the secret place and sat back on the couch.
"Now that wasn't so hard was it?" Laughed George. Matt chuckled a bit, himself.
"So when should we have the barbecue?"
"As soon as possible" said George.
"Tomorrow?"
"Sounds good, tomorrow morning call everyone and invite them for the barbecue."
""I will." Matt said. "But for now I'm going to get some sleep." He said. Before heading up the stairs.
"DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME! I NEED SLEEP TOO!" Matt turned back around and stomped back down the stairs. He grabbed George and headed back up.
"Hey… Don't be so rough? Be gentle!" George growled. "I'm not a little sqooshy plushie of some sort, you know."
"God, you're a rock, what's going to happen? I doubt if I squeeze you to tightly you'll pop, George." Matt yawned.
George muttered something under his breath. Matt ignored it and continued up the stairs. He walked into the washroom and put George down on the counter. Matt grabbed his toothbrush and put some tooth paste on it. He began to brush his teeth.
"What about me?!" Asked George. Matt glanced at him.
"Huh?"
"I said 'What about me?' Don't I get to brush my teeth too?" Said George, kind of annoyed.
"Don't be stupid. Rocks don't have teeth."
"Yes they do!!" George spluttered.
"Well then here, have this toothbrush!" Matt shoved the toothbrush beside George.
"Ew..You don't…" His voice trailed off.
"What was that George? Didn't hear ya!"
George cleared its throat. "I said you don't expect me to use your toothbrush do you?"
"Does it really matter?" Asked matt, looking down at the rock.
"Of course it does! I could get some harmful disease from your germs! And die!" George said, upset. Matt rolled his eyes.
"Go buy me a new toothbrush now!" It ordered.
"But…" Matt began.
"No buts! I want a new toothbrush! Now!" He demanded stubbornly.
"But I have one that hasn't been opened yet." Matt finished.
"Let's see it then." The rock commanded.
Matt took out a small toothbrush. "Is this good?" he inquired.
"That's too small!"
"No it isn't! Don't be so picky! It's a toothbrush and that's all that matters! Beside, I don't even know WHY you need a toothbrush! ROCKS DON'T EVEN HAVE TEETH!" Lectured Matt angrily.
"Don't make me mad, or you will be brushing ALL the rocks! So don't argue and go buy me my own toothbrush!"
Matt scoffed. "How many rocks can there be?"
"2125729532589292835.." George replied.
"Uh…Nevermind…I'll go get your tooth brush now, but I might be too tired for the barbecue tomorrow."
"Too tired for the barbecue? Well those won't do..Hmmm.." Muttered George.
"Well I guess this toothbrush will do…" He continued, with a tune of disgust.
"Very good." Said Matt.
"I have no hands you incompetent fool."
"well what do you expect me to do?!" Matt asked aggravated.
"Brush my teeth!" commanded George.
"But you don't have teeth!" yelled Matt.
"Yes I do! Now brush my teeth or you will be scrubbing your eyeballs with that toothbrush!" Roared George.
Matt gasped in horror. "You wouldn't…"
"I would." George clarified.
"You can't…You NEED me."
"You're not going to be dead, just your going to brush your eyes, or my teeth! Now choose!" Matt took out the toothpaste and put a dab on the brush.
"And where exactly are your teeth?" Asked Matt, sighing.
"Over here!" George said.
"Ummm..Where?"
"Over here!" Bellowed George. Matt brought the brush to where he thought he had been directed.
"Oww! My eye!" Screamed George painfully. Matt held the toothbrush back.
"sorry.." Matt poked himself in the eye. "Ow! Shit!" Screeched Matt.
"That's how it feels, Matt!" George chirped.
"Well if you had directed me better then that wouldn't have happened!"
"WELL YOU SHOULD HAVE FOLLOWED MY HAND MOTIONS!" Argued George.
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" YOU DON'T HAVE HANDS!"
"I DO SO!"
"Then where are they?" Matt gasped, annoyed.
"They are on my sides. Have you even bothered to look at me?"
"Yes! You are just a rock! A stupid little rock that looks like this!" Yelled Matt. He held George up to the mirror.
George looked at himself. "Wow!" He said in awe, "I'm gorgeous!" Matt rolled his eyes. "Well..I guess a couple cavities wouldn't hurt me that much…You may go to bed now." George decided. "I'll sleep at the end of your bed, that will be sufficient I guess."
"OK" Matt picked up the rock and walked into his room. He lay down and put George at the bottom of his bed and pulled the sheets over his head as he stared blankly into the darkness and tried to block out George's loud snores.
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Okay that was chapter two...How'd ya like it? We worked really really hard..
