Author: Hello! This is the beginning of a fic. I have no clue which way this will go, but I do plan on bringing Cathryn into the story. As for the authenticity of Socrates, is he real or just a figment of Willard's imagination? You decide! I have left it untitled, but if you can help me think of one, I can be reached at FoldsBaldwin on AIM, and XxLittleJessiexX@aol.com by e-mail. If your too lazy to do that then take the time to review my story and leave your suggestion there. Btw, I do not own Willard or any of the characters in the movie, but Crispin Glover is sorta cute. ._.'
Quick key to reading:
When the text is like this, it means actions.
If the text is bold, then someone is thinking.
-Months after Willard found the white rat in his cell, he thought of a plan!-
Willard: -Pets the white rat using his index finger- Now Socrates, I'm going to go over the plan again okay?
Socrates: -Who is actually just a normal white rat who wanted some of Willard's food- Squeak.
Willard: I'm going to let go of you, now this time, you're going to return with Ben. You are not to return without Ben.
Socrates: Squeak squeak!
Willard: If you return without Ben...no cheese for a week!
Socrates: Sqeeeeaak?
Willard: How dare you question my sanity. Now, go find Ben!
-Willard releases Socrates who goes back out the way he came in. While Socrates is out, Willard waits and waits and waits. Then you know what he did? He waited some more. Then finally, Socrates returned!-
Socrates: Squeak! -Climbs onto Willard's cot.-
Willard: Where's Ben?! I told you not to return with Ben!
Socratese: ....Squeak.
Willard: What do you mean "Who in the hell is Ben?". Ben is the rat king! Ben rules you and I, he rules all of the rats!
Socrates: Squeak squeak squeak!
Willard: I am not a nut job! I shouldn't be in here. I should be free like you...I just wanted a life, I didn't want to hurt anyone...but you know, sometimes you have to.
Socrates: Sque-
-Just then two workers at the mental institute enter. Willard quickly covers Socrates with his pillow.-
Worker #1: We've been watching you Willard Stiles, and besides talking you yourself which can be cured in three years of therapy, you seem sane.
Worker #2: Plus, they can't seem to put the blame of the murder on you. Which sadly means we must let you go, but under strict supervision of a therapist.
Willard: Talking to myself, I'm not talking to myself I'm talking to-....Wait stupid! They're going to let you out! So keep your mouth shut.
Worker #1: If you're not talking to yourself Mr. Stiles, then who are you talking to?
Willard: Myself, oh I thought you said... Michelle.
Worker #2: Very well Mr. Stiles. I'd think about getting you're ears cleaned.
Willard: Right...
-The two men prepare to leave the room-
Willard: -Whispers to under the pillow.- Socrates, meet me outside of the mental institution-
Worker #2: Are you coming Mr. Stiles?
Willard: Oh-...um, right. -Willard gets up and exits the cell, which Worker #2 closes and locks.-
Quick key to reading:
When the text is like this, it means actions.
If the text is bold, then someone is thinking.
-Months after Willard found the white rat in his cell, he thought of a plan!-
Willard: -Pets the white rat using his index finger- Now Socrates, I'm going to go over the plan again okay?
Socrates: -Who is actually just a normal white rat who wanted some of Willard's food- Squeak.
Willard: I'm going to let go of you, now this time, you're going to return with Ben. You are not to return without Ben.
Socrates: Squeak squeak!
Willard: If you return without Ben...no cheese for a week!
Socrates: Sqeeeeaak?
Willard: How dare you question my sanity. Now, go find Ben!
-Willard releases Socrates who goes back out the way he came in. While Socrates is out, Willard waits and waits and waits. Then you know what he did? He waited some more. Then finally, Socrates returned!-
Socrates: Squeak! -Climbs onto Willard's cot.-
Willard: Where's Ben?! I told you not to return with Ben!
Socratese: ....Squeak.
Willard: What do you mean "Who in the hell is Ben?". Ben is the rat king! Ben rules you and I, he rules all of the rats!
Socrates: Squeak squeak squeak!
Willard: I am not a nut job! I shouldn't be in here. I should be free like you...I just wanted a life, I didn't want to hurt anyone...but you know, sometimes you have to.
Socrates: Sque-
-Just then two workers at the mental institute enter. Willard quickly covers Socrates with his pillow.-
Worker #1: We've been watching you Willard Stiles, and besides talking you yourself which can be cured in three years of therapy, you seem sane.
Worker #2: Plus, they can't seem to put the blame of the murder on you. Which sadly means we must let you go, but under strict supervision of a therapist.
Willard: Talking to myself, I'm not talking to myself I'm talking to-....Wait stupid! They're going to let you out! So keep your mouth shut.
Worker #1: If you're not talking to yourself Mr. Stiles, then who are you talking to?
Willard: Myself, oh I thought you said... Michelle.
Worker #2: Very well Mr. Stiles. I'd think about getting you're ears cleaned.
Willard: Right...
-The two men prepare to leave the room-
Willard: -Whispers to under the pillow.- Socrates, meet me outside of the mental institution-
Worker #2: Are you coming Mr. Stiles?
Willard: Oh-...um, right. -Willard gets up and exits the cell, which Worker #2 closes and locks.-