Sword of Damocles: Chapter 3
Written by Invader Bast

-------- Bast --------

I sighed for about the millionth time. "For the last time Red! You cannot fake your own death." I paused. "Though that would be pretty cool to see..."

"Hey!" Red shot me an angry glare as we walked down the sidewalk to the art store.

"Okay then... What do YOU have in mind?" I asked, looking down.

"I was actually planning on faking a seizure."

I paused in my walking. "That could actually work..."

Much to the displeasure of Dai, AF, Tabby, and Lynne, I found myself, for the second time, going out AND getting along with Red. I had to chuckle at the memory of the very first time we ever went somewhere. We actually went to the same art store, only Red got lost while I went my own way. I found him shortly after near the front desk, with a lolly pop. But for the second time around, we had a plan. We would find their stash of tootsie pops! An amazing plan indeed. A quote from Zim.

Ah, Zim. The most evil thing I had ever met. Well, next to EP anyway, but I won't get into that. Zim, though, can have his nice streaks once in a while, if he's in a good mood. We aren't that close, so I don't have any other opinion on him. But I guess he's okay to be around.

Red broke though my thoughts. "And we need to see if they have pixie sticks. As far as I can tell they bring pixies around! If they work...we need to get some nacho sauce too!" I threw him a sideways glance.

"And sprite?" I giggled.

"Does that get them to come too?" He asked, grinning.

I paused for a second. "... Yes," I finally managed to say to him, looking at the ground. He let out a whoop of joy, and I could only imagine the pictures of pixies flying though his head.

A few minutes later, after a conversation of skirts, boots, and nacho sauce, we finally made it to the art store. Red's okay and all, but he gets annoying as hell on a stick when all he talks about is a girl that he calls, "MS" or something. I just choose to ignore it. We walked in, Red going to a nearby aisle while I made my way to the front counter.

While I was there, though, I saw a black-ish purple-ish haired girl, buying a poet's notebook and a few pens. Must like to write, I thought to myself while I stood quietly near the counter. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, while she got her things and headed to the door. I noticed she that threw a quick glance over her shoulder at Red, who had occupied
himself with a package of clay. I sighed, and gave him the signal to start his seizures.

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"You should have seen your face!" Red laughed and pointed at me, while we walked up the steps to Zim's
house. I twitched.

"Shut. Up. Now." I said, though clenched teeth, walking up to the door.

Red continued to laugh, as he waved his new found (actually stolen, but hey) tootsie pop. "After all that hard work, you DROPPED your lollypop!" He continued to laugh, even when I wolloped him upside the head.

"Okay, that's it. I'm sicing Dai on your ass." We walked into the house, but I couldn't help but think about that girl I saw at the store. I had the deja vu feeling when I saw her. And she DID have a pretty nasty glance. I shruged it off, and we both walked in, getting hugs, and cheers of joy, and everyone settled down to continue their game of Truth Or Dare.