Thanks to all who reviewed! I was gonna' update this on Friday, but I had a few setbacks. Firstly, on Friday, I had a wedding to attend. Then, Friday night, I TP'D a house. No, it was not a random house just for the fun of it. It was actually an idea spawned by a 40 something year old woman. It was the house of my mom's friend (The one who had just gotten married). My mom's friend (Who is also the friend of the friend who got married) thought of it. So, at 9:00 at night, Me, My mom, my mom's friend, my sis, and my mom's friends daughter all set out on 'Mission A11121-- Operation Just Married'. We were wearing all black, and I made everybody wear dark purple lipstick on their cheeks and nose (You know, that facial camofluage thing). We drove my mom's friend's car up too their house, parked it about a block away, shoved rolls of toilet paper and crepe paper under our shirts, and made our way to their house. It was much fun :) It was quite lovely when we got done with it, toilet paper everywhere, crepe paper all over their porch, a sign that read, "JUST MARRIED" hanging on their heavily toilet-papered tree, and sidewalk writings that said, "GUESS WHO" and "HAVE A HAPPY HONEYMOON", and the road in fropnt of their house was chalked with the writing, "NEWLEYWEDS" in giant letters. They called us the next day (They figured it was us) To verify the fact that we had TP'D their house. They found much amusment in it (Thankfully), and luckily, none of the neighbors called the cops on us for TP'ing, lol.
And then, on Saturday, I went to the mall and bought the new shoes that I have been saving up for months to get. Unfortunatly, a later incident disabled me so that I can now only wear one shoe. Yes. I now have only 9 toenails. It was a rather painful incident that I won't go into detail about, but I am now missing the toenail of my big toe on my right foot. It's quite a bloody mess, and I have to keep it wrapped up in guaze, and I can barley walk. I think I might have broken my toe, too. So, yes. What an exciting Easter I've had.
Anyways-- Onto the next chapter. It's short, but, oh well. This is confusing to write, so...bear with me.
Disclaimer-- I don't own RP or anything affiliated with it. The only thing I own is a toe with no nail. Anyone want it? I sure don't.
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Chapter 2
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The first thought that crossed his mind was that he was dead. That thought didn't last long after he woke up; eyes still closed; and felt a great deal of throbbing pain in his head. As he struggled to open his eyes, he noticed a wierd sensation running throughout his body. He just didn't feel quite...right. He ignored it though, on the grounds that he had more important things to deal with at that moment, such as waking up.
As he started waking up more, he heard what sounded like Reggie shouting something at him. The sound was merged together though, and he couldn't quite make it out. Regaining consiencess, her voice became clearer.
"Otto, wake up!" She yelled, delievering a smack to his face after he didn't answer her for a minute or so.
"Reg...?" He mumbled. Wait.....that didn't make sense. Had she just called him Otto? He mentally shook his head...he was hearing things.
He heard Sam's voice coming from somewhere else, he couldn't pinpoint exactly where though. It sounded like he was saying something along the lines of, "Twister, wake up."
Finally, after moments of struggling, he opened his eyes. Admist a wierd bluish tint to everything, the fuzziness was clearing up. The sky was devoid of clouds, the raining had obviously stopped. Reggie was sitting beside him, shaking him between smacks.
"Ouch, ouch, Reg, stop!" He yelled after she smacked him rather hard in the shoulder.
Startled, she fell backward. Regaining her balance, she hugged him tightly, "Otto, are you okay?" She asked, glad that he had finally waken up.
"Otto?" He asked her, rubbing his shoulder where she had smacked him, "I'm Twister. Are you okay Reg?"
Reggie, who was obviosuly not okay, gave him one of the wierdest looks he had ever seen, "Otto...what are you talking about?"
"Dude," he yelled, "I'm Twister!"
Reggie looked at him, obviosuly concerned. She turned to look at Sam, who was still trying to revive Twister, "Sam, there's something wrong with Otto."
Sam looked away from Twister, who was stirring. He pushed his glasses up, "Well, I wouldn't blame him. After all, he did get hit by a lightning bolt. Not many people survive that Reg. I think we should go get Raymundo and take them to the hospital."
"I don't need to go to the hospital!" Twister--er, Otto who claimed to be Twister-- yelled, "Man, why does my voice sound so wierd? Why is everything blue?" He sat up, glancing curiosuly at everything.
"Otto, lay back down." Reggie commanded, "I'll go get Dad and..."
She was cut off in mid-sentence by a loud ear shattering scream from Twister, who had just noticed that he was staring at himself from across the road.
"Otto, what's wrong?" Reggie asked worridly.
"I'M NOT OTTO!" He yelled, standing up, "I'm Twister!"
"Otto, Twister is sitting over there, don't you see him?" Sam asked, transfixed by the reaction on both Twister and Otto's faces. They both stood up, and stared at each other.
"Otto?" Twister asked finally, staring at--himself.
"Twist?" Otto asked, confusion overcoming him.
"I'm you...."
"And you're me."
Realization suddenly hit them, as they both screamed loudly in unison, causing Reggie and Sam to wonder if the jolt of lightning had caused them both to go crazy. There was no possible way they were each other....was there?
And then, on Saturday, I went to the mall and bought the new shoes that I have been saving up for months to get. Unfortunatly, a later incident disabled me so that I can now only wear one shoe. Yes. I now have only 9 toenails. It was a rather painful incident that I won't go into detail about, but I am now missing the toenail of my big toe on my right foot. It's quite a bloody mess, and I have to keep it wrapped up in guaze, and I can barley walk. I think I might have broken my toe, too. So, yes. What an exciting Easter I've had.
Anyways-- Onto the next chapter. It's short, but, oh well. This is confusing to write, so...bear with me.
Disclaimer-- I don't own RP or anything affiliated with it. The only thing I own is a toe with no nail. Anyone want it? I sure don't.
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Chapter 2
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The first thought that crossed his mind was that he was dead. That thought didn't last long after he woke up; eyes still closed; and felt a great deal of throbbing pain in his head. As he struggled to open his eyes, he noticed a wierd sensation running throughout his body. He just didn't feel quite...right. He ignored it though, on the grounds that he had more important things to deal with at that moment, such as waking up.
As he started waking up more, he heard what sounded like Reggie shouting something at him. The sound was merged together though, and he couldn't quite make it out. Regaining consiencess, her voice became clearer.
"Otto, wake up!" She yelled, delievering a smack to his face after he didn't answer her for a minute or so.
"Reg...?" He mumbled. Wait.....that didn't make sense. Had she just called him Otto? He mentally shook his head...he was hearing things.
He heard Sam's voice coming from somewhere else, he couldn't pinpoint exactly where though. It sounded like he was saying something along the lines of, "Twister, wake up."
Finally, after moments of struggling, he opened his eyes. Admist a wierd bluish tint to everything, the fuzziness was clearing up. The sky was devoid of clouds, the raining had obviously stopped. Reggie was sitting beside him, shaking him between smacks.
"Ouch, ouch, Reg, stop!" He yelled after she smacked him rather hard in the shoulder.
Startled, she fell backward. Regaining her balance, she hugged him tightly, "Otto, are you okay?" She asked, glad that he had finally waken up.
"Otto?" He asked her, rubbing his shoulder where she had smacked him, "I'm Twister. Are you okay Reg?"
Reggie, who was obviosuly not okay, gave him one of the wierdest looks he had ever seen, "Otto...what are you talking about?"
"Dude," he yelled, "I'm Twister!"
Reggie looked at him, obviosuly concerned. She turned to look at Sam, who was still trying to revive Twister, "Sam, there's something wrong with Otto."
Sam looked away from Twister, who was stirring. He pushed his glasses up, "Well, I wouldn't blame him. After all, he did get hit by a lightning bolt. Not many people survive that Reg. I think we should go get Raymundo and take them to the hospital."
"I don't need to go to the hospital!" Twister--er, Otto who claimed to be Twister-- yelled, "Man, why does my voice sound so wierd? Why is everything blue?" He sat up, glancing curiosuly at everything.
"Otto, lay back down." Reggie commanded, "I'll go get Dad and..."
She was cut off in mid-sentence by a loud ear shattering scream from Twister, who had just noticed that he was staring at himself from across the road.
"Otto, what's wrong?" Reggie asked worridly.
"I'M NOT OTTO!" He yelled, standing up, "I'm Twister!"
"Otto, Twister is sitting over there, don't you see him?" Sam asked, transfixed by the reaction on both Twister and Otto's faces. They both stood up, and stared at each other.
"Otto?" Twister asked finally, staring at--himself.
"Twist?" Otto asked, confusion overcoming him.
"I'm you...."
"And you're me."
Realization suddenly hit them, as they both screamed loudly in unison, causing Reggie and Sam to wonder if the jolt of lightning had caused them both to go crazy. There was no possible way they were each other....was there?