The Stupid Short Fanfic. . .
. . .in which Luther is paranoid.
"AAAAH!" The scream echoed about the halls of the mansion. A young girl with silver hair ran down corridor after expensively decorated corridor to the room where her brother slept. It was platinum colored, like all the other rooms in all the other 4-D houses in 4-D space, but her brother decorated it with a medieval flare. Wall hangings depicted different forms of feudalism on his favorite planets in Sphere. The bed itself was quite large for the blonde haired man who was sitting up with the synthetic silk comforter clinched in his hands.
"Luther! What's wrong?" the silver haired girl asked.
Luther's gaze darted back and forth. "It was terrible, Blair! There were ones and zeroes-it was SO archaic! And then, I thought I saw a two, but I know that there shouldn't be a two. Why was there a two, Blair?" he yelled crazily.
Blair held her frightened brother in her arms. "It's alright, Luther. There is no two. It was only a dream," she said soothingly.
"No, no, no! I know they're out to get me. They're still angry! They lurk quietly in the shadows, disguised as cos-players. . . But everything will be ok, because I have you and Mr. Skweekums here to protect me," He replied as the small teddy bear that he held with a death grip let out a small squeak.
He rocked back and forth. Blair was getting sick of being woken up in the middle of the night. "How about we both go play Sphere disguised as a different player than we usually are. Then we can monitor the data and it won't know it's you," she suggested.
"Yes. . .maybe that's a good idea. We could go eat some Burger King. I do so love Burger King. I WANT IT MY WAY, BITCHES!" he screeched while laughing maniacally. Blair thought that whoever took a dump in her gene pool and produced this nutcase of a brother should have their eyeballs ripped out and used as surveillance cameras to monitor the mess they made. She helped him out of bed and guided him down the halls. It was going to be another long night.
Mr. Skweekums sat innocently on the bed, finally abandoned by his master. He sprang to life and fell to the floor with a thump and of course, a squeak. He reached under the bed and pulled out a miniature sniper rifle. His button eyes gleamed maliciously as he followed the pair down the many corridors.
Oddly enough, at that exact moment a large group of rare Klausian squirrels started doing the can-can while reciting Hamlet in Klingon and eating raspberry flavored pastrami, but that's not the point.