FPM: …oh…my…god
Cell: …so what, you flunk a science test, it's not the end of the world…or is it:P…it is a sad, cruel world we live in now…
FPM: Patrick's been converting people?
(-background: (Patrick screaming) long live those who prosper in ways not yet marked holy by God! May we find peace, love, and happiness from fuc-)
17: I SECOND HIM!
Cell/18/FPM: o.O…
17: …
FPM: AHEM…in lighter news—
17: ROBOTS ARE FRICKIN' TAKIN' OVER THE WORLD! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-
FPM: SHUT UP! I'm the writer, YOU DO AS I SAY! …SIT!
17: …robots rule. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA….
Walking into the kitchen to find Cell, Crystal, and Goku—who had yet to shelve his chef hat—Bulma smiled sweetly. "…It's been so long since there's been so many people in this house. It's quite grand, actually…"
Cell and Crystal nodded as Goku continued with his…concoction.
What struck Cell as odd, however, was how Bulma had regarded them, or, namely, him. "so many people"…had she meant to add him, a non-recreational psycho-path android from the future, and to imply that he, too…was human? …a person, by another person's standards? His eye twitched—something in his programming told him otherwise. He was not human, nor was he a person. He was just…this.
As Cell continued his ponderings, and Goku discussing "other matters" with Bulma, Crystal concluded this was the perfect moment to… 'escape' them for the time being. Finding her way through the other three-some, Crystal took only a few steps toward the back door before stopping. Hadn't she left before, and it ending in her parents passing on? Crystal looked back towards the others: Cell…she had come to a realization—either she was playing at her part in tricking Cell so well that she even fooled herself, or—Crystal shook the idea away. Though she was only somewhat aware of the feelings, she didn't want to finally admit she had truly fallen in love with someone that had murdered so many, including her own parents; Bulma—if not for her, Crystal would have had no where else to go, except maybe Goku's mayhem box. She had heard Chi-Chi had thrown him out, but only from an accidental intrustion on her part; and Goku… Crystal bit her lip. Was she finally ready to tell him she really had…gone for Cell? That her heart had betrayed his plan, and that even though Earth may be at stake…
Crystal shook her head to clear it. She wouldn't be anywhere for too long. Crystal sighed then. Not like there really is anywhere to go, anyways…
Walking to the door, Crystal finally realized just how bland and boring Bulma's "Capsule Corp." really was with its white walls (probably always being cleaned by a handi-work robot—She stared at one as it whizzed by. It was impelled by a smallpropeller at the back of its sleek, black body and had a fairly-proportionate white head with large eye-holes that served no purpose but to imply a more-humanistic feature. She giggled then too, realizing Bulma had, in her own way, developed a min-form of robot that resembled the "Johnson Family" maid-robot.
Jeeze, if I'm trying to get away for a while, what am I doing giggling to get their attention? …and, wow, did I just zone-out in thought twice? Crystal shook her head again, grasping the black handle of the door firmly in her hand and twisting it 90 degrees. She pushed and the door twitched with a slight creek, and then finally gave way to her applied weight and opened.
It was a bright day outside, and Crystal was glad to be free…at least for a while, anyways.
Shrugging, Crystal ventured out into the bright Saturday morning, glad to be awake, alive, and…good heavens, she needed a bath.
FPM: okaaaaaay…I am so sorry if this chapter is not meeting any…specified guidelines or expectations; I've been having some good, old-fashioned writer's block, even though I know how my story's going to turn out (I just gave that fact away, huh? FORGET THAT! i NEVER told you!), but I just haven't been able how to write it down on paper. Imagine this: you've just heard the best thing, you feeling alive, in control, all pleasures just waiting to be explored in the new day…but you have to explain this feeling. It's a hard feeling to explain, it's purely chaotic. A grand feeling…so I've made a word for it. Fuku. Yeah, it looks like "f you", but you say it "foo-koo". SPREAD THIS NEW WORD TO THE WORLD!
Cell:…why should I do that?
FPM: (-sigh-) anyways, I'm feeling all fuku inside. :) oh, and the only reason why I was able to put another chapter up was because of my ex-now-gay-boyfriend, Patrick, who would not give me a piece of chocolate unless I added another chapter. So, applaude his superior mind, peoples of th world!
Patrick: …what are you talking about? You can't even speel "the" right, genious…
FPM:…wel you can't spell "spell"
Patrick:…YOU'RE JUST MAD AT ME BECAUSE I'M PRETTY AND I BROKE UP WITH YOU!
FPM:o.o …can you read minds?
Patrick: …shurt up.
FPM: "shut up" is "s-h-u-t, space, u-p"…okay, now That's a REALLY Creepy glare you've got, so sTOP, please, AIH!...jeeze….I wuv u, Pats?...YEAY! Oh Chocolate, How Art Thou?
Cell: … o.o? …