Obsession
By: JlyfishLuver
This the re-written version, the original was lost!
Disclaimer: I own nothing of So Weird, although I wish I did! Oh well!
Jimmie headed toward his front door after school one Friday afternoon, he walked up the two patio steps, and turned the brass knob. As he walked in, he almost ran into his grandmother who was standing in the doorway. She had her chubby hand on her hip, and was tabbing her foot. She looked like a bulldog when she was mad, and you could say that this was definitely one of those moments.
"I thought we talked about this So Weird garbage?" she snarled.
"I know grandma, I haven't had time to take it all off of my walls yet, but I'm in the process," Jimmie tried to walk past her, but she stopped him.
"In the process? You're not going to talk to me like you're an adult. In the process nothing, I'll show you in the process!" Jimmie's grandmother turned and headed toward his room.
"Grandma wait!" Jimmie yelled.
She pushed his bedroom door open and walked in. "No grandma!" Jimmie screamed. She put her hand on a picture of Cara Delizia's face, and tore it off the wall. "NO!" Jimmie tried to stop her, but she began to ferociously rip and tear at all of the pictures. They fell to the floor in scrapes. Jimmie tried to pick them up but it was no use. Tears began running down his cheeks.
His grandmother stopped, and looked at him, "Stop crying," she said, "it's for the better and you know it! This superstition show is against God! You kids never listen to me, until I have to use force! I told you to take these off and burn them, and you deliberately disobeyed me!" she walked past him, "Clean this up! It's the least you do!" she slammed the door.
Jimmie picked up a piece of one of the pictures, and stood up, he walked over to his bed, and laid down. His tears sank into his pillow as he starred into his white ceiling.
After starring for a while his eyes began to get heavy, and soon, he fell asleep.
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Jimmie woke up suddenly. The dim purple sky shone outside his window. "It must be four in the morning," he said.
Jimmie rubbed his eyes, and walked to the kitchen, he poured himself a glass of milk and turned on his PC.
He signed onto the Internet, went to Google, and typed in the words: "So Weird Obsession."
One link: "So Weird. Obsession!"
Jimmie clicked the link, and took a sip of his milk.
A site came up. . .
In the middle of the computer screen was a link that read: "Click me if you're a fan of So Weird!"
Jimmie pulled the mouse to the words and clicked.
At the instant of his click, a black substance began to ooze from the link. Only wasn't oozing, it was crawling. crawling up the computer, over the speakers, down on the keyboard, then it began to run onto the desk.
Just then Jimmie felt a cold sensation on his bare foot. He looked down, and the black stuff was crawling up his leg.
"Grandma! Help! Somebody please, help me!" the substance was rapidly covering his hips, his chest, up to his shoulders, "Help!" then over his chin, into his mouth and nose, over his eyes
Then. Everything went black.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of So Weird, although I wish I did! Oh well!
Jimmie headed toward his front door after school one Friday afternoon, he walked up the two patio steps, and turned the brass knob. As he walked in, he almost ran into his grandmother who was standing in the doorway. She had her chubby hand on her hip, and was tabbing her foot. She looked like a bulldog when she was mad, and you could say that this was definitely one of those moments.
"I thought we talked about this So Weird garbage?" she snarled.
"I know grandma, I haven't had time to take it all off of my walls yet, but I'm in the process," Jimmie tried to walk past her, but she stopped him.
"In the process? You're not going to talk to me like you're an adult. In the process nothing, I'll show you in the process!" Jimmie's grandmother turned and headed toward his room.
"Grandma wait!" Jimmie yelled.
She pushed his bedroom door open and walked in. "No grandma!" Jimmie screamed. She put her hand on a picture of Cara Delizia's face, and tore it off the wall. "NO!" Jimmie tried to stop her, but she began to ferociously rip and tear at all of the pictures. They fell to the floor in scrapes. Jimmie tried to pick them up but it was no use. Tears began running down his cheeks.
His grandmother stopped, and looked at him, "Stop crying," she said, "it's for the better and you know it! This superstition show is against God! You kids never listen to me, until I have to use force! I told you to take these off and burn them, and you deliberately disobeyed me!" she walked past him, "Clean this up! It's the least you do!" she slammed the door.
Jimmie picked up a piece of one of the pictures, and stood up, he walked over to his bed, and laid down. His tears sank into his pillow as he starred into his white ceiling.
After starring for a while his eyes began to get heavy, and soon, he fell asleep.
* *
* *
Jimmie woke up suddenly. The dim purple sky shone outside his window. "It must be four in the morning," he said.
Jimmie rubbed his eyes, and walked to the kitchen, he poured himself a glass of milk and turned on his PC.
He signed onto the Internet, went to Google, and typed in the words: "So Weird Obsession."
One link: "So Weird. Obsession!"
Jimmie clicked the link, and took a sip of his milk.
A site came up. . .
In the middle of the computer screen was a link that read: "Click me if you're a fan of So Weird!"
Jimmie pulled the mouse to the words and clicked.
At the instant of his click, a black substance began to ooze from the link. Only wasn't oozing, it was crawling. crawling up the computer, over the speakers, down on the keyboard, then it began to run onto the desk.
Just then Jimmie felt a cold sensation on his bare foot. He looked down, and the black stuff was crawling up his leg.
"Grandma! Help! Somebody please, help me!" the substance was rapidly covering his hips, his chest, up to his shoulders, "Help!" then over his chin, into his mouth and nose, over his eyes
Then. Everything went black.