Time Travlin' Terry: Chapter 8

"I'm jealous." Fantasia said to her Pegasus, Rudolf—whose name was really Ronald, but Fantasia was too busy counting her chickens before they laid eggs, which then in turn hatched into headless chickens who couldn't lay eggs, to get his name right— who didn't really give a crap either way as long as he got a carrot at the end of the day.

"There must be something I can do…" She thought out loud to herself, thinking she was speaking to the man across the street. She decided to go to the place where most of her great (retarded) ideas came to her: The meat packing plant down the street.

XxXx

A week since Buck's Battle had passed, and things still weren't quite back to normal at the Curtis household.

"Darry, I have to talk to you." Soda said with frustration as he tried to get around the large dresser that was still in their living room.

"Well you need to make an appointment."

"What?"

"New rule." Darry quipped.

Soda was puzzled as he had not been informed of any new rules since Darry decided there was a one spank entrance fee. That had been long forgotten, though.

"You can't keep changing up the rules, DARRELLA."

"Oh no you di'int!" Darry thundered girlishly. "I can make up whatever rules I want in this house."

Soda sighed. "Fine. How do I make an appointment?"

"Well first you have to talk to my newest assistant." And out from behind the couch came a girl who bore an uncanny resemblance to Fantasia. Probably because it was her, but no one seemed to be able to see through her brilliant disguise, which consisted of a different pair of pants then the ones she'd been wearing the day before.

"Hello. I'm…Fantasio…Bandarienaz."

"Hey you seem oddly, almost familiar, but OK. I'm pretty." Soda smiled and reached out a hand, but pulled away before she could shake it because he realized he didn't want to risk getting cooties. Only Pony knew how to give a good cootie shot, and Pony was the whole reason he was trying to set up this crazy appointment. Who knew when Darry would even be free!

"I'm here to set up an appointment with Darrel Curtis."

"Name."

"Franklin Cherryson-Burgensburg."

'Fantasio' began writing that down on the wall since they were too poor to afford paper even though they seemed to buy everything else just fine.

"That's not your real name." Darry said with irritation.

'Fantasio' stopped writing, and she turned to watch with wide, bright-crimson-blue-eyes that seemed to always be sparkling, as Darry and Soda prepared to face off. Without Pony there to piss Darry off, Soda seemed to be taking all the hits.

"Well what is my real name then, Darry? Huh? Would you even know anymore? I mean you never pay any attention to me! Pony Pony Pony! That's all I ever hear!"

"Hey pepsi…diet…Diet Pepsi Root Beer. You're just as special to me as Pony as the next guy."

Soda was slightly confused, but that never stopped him from engaging in a forty-five minute hug-a-thon with Darry.

"Know what, lil' monkey? You can have your appointment right now."

"Aw thanks, Darry!"

"Now please step into my office." Darry said and opened the door that no one had ever noticed before. "Have a seat."

"Hey! This room looks awfully familiar."

"Well Soda…that's part of the reason you brought yourself here today."

"Huh!" Soda did a fifteen-take at Darry. "But you wouldn't have let me in if it hadn't been for my pain and sorrowowowowow--Why does this room look so familiar?"

Darry pretended to not understand Soda's German, and he said, "Well let me tell you the story of your past, Soda.

Many years ago, when you were just a boy, this was the kingdom of the Greasers. It was a great kingdom, and Mother and Father were the king and queen."

"Wait, which was which."

Darry thought for a minute. "Mother was the queen. Father was the king."

"Oh, well since you said Mom first and then king first it confused me…go on."

"Well, anyway. This house used to be a splendid palace-mansion-castle until…it was destroyed."
"But this room looks fine."

"Soda this room used to be yours."

"Seriously? Can I live in here again? Pony can move in too; I don't mind. I mean, it's HUGE. And it looks fine."
"Yes, well, it would look fine wouldn't it? This is the last remaining room, the only one that survived the fall, except for the other ones."

"What have we been using those for?"

"The one room serves as a safe to all of the money that Mother and Father left us."

"There's money?"
"Yes, but we can't use it until I turn eighteen."

"Darry you're older than eighteen."

"Soda, you misunderstand me," Darry was seriously starting to see that Soda had been right to drop out of high school. Darry really didn't see where he got his stupidity from. Probably Milkshake's side of the family. "You and Pony have to wait until I turn eighteen to use the money that Mom and Dad left for all of us."

"Right…"

"Greaser-dom was an amazing kingdom." Darry said wistfully, "I just wish Mother and Father were still here to run it."

"Yeah, me too."
"Now what was it you came here to tell me?" Darry said, changing the subject. He didn't want Soda to start asking questions about the rooms again. For one, talking about the fallen kingdom, the whole palace-mansion-castle part of their house, and the fact that one of them might take over the throne one day (the throne that was in one of the extra rooms that Darry didn't want to talk about) upset him greatly. Plus, he was bored of talking about it. It was also too frustrating to talk to Soda who was really very dense in Darry's not-so-humble opinion.

"Something's wrong with Pony." Soda confessed.

"What. Do you mean?" Darry said oddly.

"You see, there have been a few strange instances since Bucks's Battle. He's just seems so sad lately, and when I walk in a room he freezes and stops cutting himself. He doesn't cry anymore. He seems like he's hiding something. Maybe he's trying to hide the cuts that he hides with his pants and shirts and shoes. I can't figure out what he's trying to hide from us, though."

"We'll have to investigate this further."

"K." Agreed the entire gang who walked out of the royal bathroom at the same time.

"Wait, how did you guys know about the extra rooms?" Soda burst out.

"We had the appointment right before you." Terry explained.

Soda jumped about a mile into the ceiling. "Jesus, Terry! You scared me. I haven't heard a word from you for like…chapters, man. Seriously. I missed ya. Can I touch your hair, cause that would seriously rock my world. Seriously."
"If you stop saying seriously, I will totally let you."

"Sounds good."

XxXx

In the normal bathroom, Pony sat on the toilet, staring blankly at the wall. He felt sad. He tried to fall into these feelings of emptiness. He wanted to be numb. The pain was so strong; he couldn't bear to live with it anymore. But somehow he liked the pain.

"Oh god, I'm so fucked up!" He sobbed. "I must cut."

Pony made small lines across his thighs and sat back down on the toilet, deciding he was in a good poetry mood. He wrote his best stuff when he was depressed. "Flowerless moon skies. Singing softly in the trees. I sit. I watch. I sigh. I moan. I bleed. I stop bleeding. I go inside." He paused and thought for a minute, then decided some repetition was in order, "Singing softly in the trees. Sparkling crimson cherry pie lover. Love me. Singing softly in the trees."

"Oh. My. God. That was beautiful." Angela Shepard said, stepping out of the shower. "Let us mate."

"No!"

"Fine, then." She said, knowing full well that eventually she would deflower Pony when he was sleeping.

"Why are you in here?"

"I was waiting for you to take a shower so I could surprise you. I'm glad I did because I never knew you were such a deep soul, Pony. Your mumbo jumbo words moved me."

It was at that moment that Pony realized his poetry truly sucked. He would have cried if he was able to shed tears. All he seemed to be able to do now was bleed.

"I'm going to go find a fight now, so I can get hurt and have no one realize what I'm trying to do." He ran out of the bathroom, leaving Angela standing by herself.

"Well I might as well shower." She shrugged.

XxXx

As soon as Pony walked outside he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Hey, Pony."

"Fantasia?"

"Shhh!" She hissed. "It's Fantasio."

"Oooh. I don't care."

"Pony, I was listening through the air vent; Your poetry was beautiful."

Somehow, not coming from Angela, this seemed like a pretty nice compliment. Fantasia was pretty perfect in every way even though Pony pretty much hated her guts. Suddenly though, she didn't seem so bad. She was really growing on him. Probably Dally too, for no apparent reason.

"Even though I hate you, that made me feel good. At least you're not Angela."

"Why thank you."

The stood there for a few moments before Fantasia said, "Let us join forces. Pony. Together we'll be unlimited…together we're unliiiimmiiiteed!"

"There is no fight we cannot win…" Pony sang.

And then together, "Just you and IIIIII defying GRAVITY!"
Pony stopped the crazy singing. "Wait. No, this is stupid. What are we doing?"

"Joining forces."

"No."

"Come on Pony, you know I'm the only one who can really understand your pain."

"How could you possibly understand it?" Pony sniffed.

"Pony when I was being raped by my gorgeous Soc step-brother, Babin, I was anorexic, and I cut, and was bulimic, and I talked to blankets. You think I don't understand your pain? Well I do."

"Babin…I think that was the name of the Soc that raped me!" The moment where the strange and annoying friend said Babin's name, came back to Pony in full force.

"Yes. Yes it was. That's why I couldn't kill him, Pony."

Pony thought for a minute.

"Ok. I'll join you." Pony said because it was getting late, and he didn't feel like going home to be spanked by Darry. On top of that, he was bored.

"Awesome-mumbo."

"Yuuurrp."

So together they jumped on Rudolf the Red Nose Pegasus and flew away…to the meat packing plant down the street.

TBC

So the song they were singing is from the Broadway play Wicked.

This mentioned a lot of very serious issues. I myself have written about many of those issues. I find it fun to make fun of my own writing as well as the cliché's that tend to be used when writing about these problems. As always, I'm not saying every fic with that in it is like it, and I'm not making light of the issues. They can be and are very serious. But sometimes the best way to deal with things is to see the humor in it all. If you don't agree, please don't be rude about it. It's easy to misinterpret what I'm saying right now, but I tried my best to choose my words carefully. I hope you were able to laugh at it, and not be offended by it.

I felt this note was necessary because I know if I don't put it in, someone will say something.

In this story not only do I make fun of Outsiders fanfiction and stuff, but I make fun of everyday life stuff as well. Like Bucks Battle is based on how like in Lord of the Rings and other quest books/movies they have names for these great battles.

Well, hope you enjoyed I know I had a blast writing it.