Disclaimer: I do not own Homestar Runner and Co. G's.
Wow...Kutchipatchi is writing again. In the Hsr section, too. My fics used to come out like a vending machine, but now... They're coming out like... Tar in a case with a hole pricked. I don't know WHERE this one came from...
It was a dark, stormy night, all was sad because of the thunder bellowing, the sky, crying with oceans of rain. Everyone had known that winter had come. The entire village was cold, cold because of this storm. Little Homestar from across the street, the Bad's house, Bubs, in his concession stand, waiting for customers even in this storm, and 'ol Coach Z, in his locker room. All was cold, except for one house, this mansion, in which lived the two wealthiest brothers in Free Country, USA.
"Brother, what will we have the crew make for dinner today?" Said one. "We can ask for them to surprise us," replied the other. One of these brothers was a rich fellow, named Homsar. He was one of the most respected people in the land. He lived with his equally wealthy brother, Homeschool Winner.
Homsar was a smart fellow, coming back from a great college, and with a good occupation. He was tall, and handsome, and never wore hats. He lived royally, with his brother, being the next heir for his grand family fortune. He had a very happy life, Homsar loved all he had, and was grateful for all that he had gotten. He believed that it was pure luck, having what he has so much, pure luck. It was a very happy life.
Yes, it was a happy life until, that night. That stormy, cold night. No one exactly knows what happened truthfully on that night, and a lot of theories have been made. But this story is true.
As they were having dinner, Homsar and Homeschool noticed this big storm. Outside, the thunder and lightning had gotten bigger and louder. But the two kept on eating. Then, it happened. Homsar heard a big sound. Louder and longer than all the thunder. Then, the lights went out. "Homsar?" That's all he heard. Then, everything had blackened out.
"H-h-homsar, get out of here!" Muttered an annoyed Strong Bad, trying to get Homsar out of his house. "AaAaAaAaAaAaAa," replied Homsar. Strong Bad was now salting his leg. Homsar had now become the hated one, the one that was annoying, and came to no good use.
His house had been set on fire, struck by lightning. Homsar and Homeschool had been terribly hurt, and some other crew members in the mansion had died, or had been hurt.
Homsar was in a coma, looking terribly disfigured. His burns had been replaced by other parts of his skin, and they had to amputate some parts. He was not the same Homsar.
After a year, he had shown great improvements, but no memory of his past life. Actually, no memory at all. He was saying nonsense, and showing no intelligence whatsoever. But he was now able to do normal everyday things, so the doctors let him go.
No one knows where Homeschool is now, the great downfall of these two brothers is now only believed as a legend. Little do people know, about everyone's favorite blue midget Homestar.
(Kutchipatchi is weeping)
AAH! Sally, what have you done? How can a magna reading, pink loving, pie obsessive girly-girl write THIS? So... sad... I'm ashamed of myself. (although it was quite not so horrible)
