Yup, I finally got around to updating this one, too.
Isaac: ::in split red and green that smells like pine when he writes
"Yeah, even though Christmas was forever ago"::
Yup. ^_^ But it's still funny, right?
Isaac: ::in red that smells like gingerbread "It could be worse"::
On with the chapter!
Chapter 4: The Closest Thing to a Psychic Hotline
Isaac woke up in his own bed, sunlight streaming through his window.
"Well, THAT was creepy."
"WHAT was creepy?"
Isaac yelled and jumped out of bed. Well, he tried to jump out of bed,
but unfortunately his bed was pushed up against the wall. "Ow..."
Ivan gave him a funny look. "You're weird, Isaac."
"I thought you were another ghost!" Isaac explained, rubbing the bump on
his head from where he had hit the wall. "Stupid ghosts. I hate being
haunted. And it's Christmas! It's not Halloween! Christmas is supposed
to be a time of good cheer and stuff like that! Not being
haunted...ow..."
"A ghost?" Ivan gave him another weird look.
"Yeah, I was sitting here, and suddenly a ghost appeared," Isaac
shrugged. "It LOOKED like Jenna, but it said it was 'the Ghost of
Christmas Past'. Must've been a dream, though."
"Probably," Ivan agreed. "I noticed that ever since the House of Horrors
incident on Halloween you haven't exactly been fond of holidays.
Remember all of those dreams about evil turkeys around Thanksgiving?"
Isaac shuddered. That wasn't something he really wanted to remember.
"Evil turkeys?" Picard wandered in. "Well, that's stupid."
"Look who's talking," Isaac replied dryly.
Picard looked kind of confused, but he sat down on the floor and listened
to the conversation anyways.
"So, you had a dream that a ghost came to visit you...?" Ivan began.
Isaac proceeded to tell him the entire dream, from flying above Vale to
seeing himself with his dad in the window. After a moment of silence,
Ivan began. "Hm...I think that we need to talk about some things. Lie
down."
Isaac did as ordered.
"Now, tell me about your childhood."
"We were pretty happy, poor, but happy," Isaac answered.
"Aw, I predict great wealth in your future," Ivan said in a fake shaman
voice.
"Ivan, stop playing Pyschic Hotline," Isaac sat up.
"But it's true!" Ivan protested. "The gods will want to make up for what
you have lost, and you have lost much. There will be great wealth in
your future, and girls, and houses, and-"
"Great for you, now if you DON'T mind, I need to get some stuff done,"
Isaac glared at him. "Out! BOTH of you."
"What'd I do?" Picard glared at him.
*****
Okay, hope you all enjoyed that! I'm...off to write on something else...
Isaac: ::in split red and green that smells like pine when he writes
"Yeah, even though Christmas was forever ago"::
Yup. ^_^ But it's still funny, right?
Isaac: ::in red that smells like gingerbread "It could be worse"::
On with the chapter!
Chapter 4: The Closest Thing to a Psychic Hotline
Isaac woke up in his own bed, sunlight streaming through his window.
"Well, THAT was creepy."
"WHAT was creepy?"
Isaac yelled and jumped out of bed. Well, he tried to jump out of bed,
but unfortunately his bed was pushed up against the wall. "Ow..."
Ivan gave him a funny look. "You're weird, Isaac."
"I thought you were another ghost!" Isaac explained, rubbing the bump on
his head from where he had hit the wall. "Stupid ghosts. I hate being
haunted. And it's Christmas! It's not Halloween! Christmas is supposed
to be a time of good cheer and stuff like that! Not being
haunted...ow..."
"A ghost?" Ivan gave him another weird look.
"Yeah, I was sitting here, and suddenly a ghost appeared," Isaac
shrugged. "It LOOKED like Jenna, but it said it was 'the Ghost of
Christmas Past'. Must've been a dream, though."
"Probably," Ivan agreed. "I noticed that ever since the House of Horrors
incident on Halloween you haven't exactly been fond of holidays.
Remember all of those dreams about evil turkeys around Thanksgiving?"
Isaac shuddered. That wasn't something he really wanted to remember.
"Evil turkeys?" Picard wandered in. "Well, that's stupid."
"Look who's talking," Isaac replied dryly.
Picard looked kind of confused, but he sat down on the floor and listened
to the conversation anyways.
"So, you had a dream that a ghost came to visit you...?" Ivan began.
Isaac proceeded to tell him the entire dream, from flying above Vale to
seeing himself with his dad in the window. After a moment of silence,
Ivan began. "Hm...I think that we need to talk about some things. Lie
down."
Isaac did as ordered.
"Now, tell me about your childhood."
"We were pretty happy, poor, but happy," Isaac answered.
"Aw, I predict great wealth in your future," Ivan said in a fake shaman
voice.
"Ivan, stop playing Pyschic Hotline," Isaac sat up.
"But it's true!" Ivan protested. "The gods will want to make up for what
you have lost, and you have lost much. There will be great wealth in
your future, and girls, and houses, and-"
"Great for you, now if you DON'T mind, I need to get some stuff done,"
Isaac glared at him. "Out! BOTH of you."
"What'd I do?" Picard glared at him.
*****
Okay, hope you all enjoyed that! I'm...off to write on something else...