Hm...as I sit here, writing my anime fanfic, listening to my Japanese music, and watching FLCL on the tv next to me, it becomes apparent...I'm a nerd...and loving every minute of it. Here's chapter 6.
(o.o)Episode One, Chapter six: Oh Joy, More Nerds(o.o)
As Andrew cruised along on the Vespa, nearing John's house, he wondered how he was going to explain his...predicament. "Hey, John, there's a giant robot spider at my house, uh...d'you think you can help?" He had a feeling it wasn't going to be that simple. Andrew turned a corner and saw John's house at the end of the street. As he got closer and closer, he found he was unable to slow down. In fact, none of the various buttons or levers were working. He took his foot off the gas and it continued puting along...at a constantly increasing speed.
-Oh crap.-
Unable to stop or even slow down, Andrew had no choice but to brace himself for impact with John's house. He forced his eyes closed as the Vespa crashed through the front wall of the house...
...And right into John's kitchen, where he just so happened to be eating a late breakfast. Andrew flung himself off the doom machine and latched onto a chair. The Vespa made a sharp U-turn and forced its way back through the rubble, heading in the general direction of Andrew's house. But not before blowing a raspberry at him. Andrew turned to John to see that there was a spoonful of Cheerios about 2 inches from his mouth, dripping milk and small bits of soggy stuff.
"Uh...hey John...er...you're not gonna believe this, but...-"
John interrupted.
"You just totaled my wall with a bright yellow Vespa, which then proceeded to turn around, stick a TONGUE out at you, and drive itself away. I think I can handle anything you could possibly throw at me. Nontheless, I think Cory would be helpful here...CORY! C'MERE!"
"Cory's here too? Great!"
From up the stairs came a very short person. Very short. Very, very, very, very short. We're talking, like, uber short. Seriously. Despite his midgetivity, Cory was still good friend of Andrew's. Plus, he was a nerd too.
"What is it now, dammit? I am trying to get Black Defias chest, but this moron keeps picking 'need'..."
Cory stopped in midsentence as he saw the gargantuan gaping hole in John's wall.
"John...what the hell happened to your wall?"
"Hm, yes, well, indeed...Andrew? Care to enlighten us?"
And so he did. From its beginnings on Friday morning, Andrew weaved his totally effed up tale. John and Cory were silent for the most part, buy when Andrew got to the part when the woman was on top of him on the couch, they flipped.
"YOU WHAT? Are you insane? There was an incredibly hot - or so you say - animeish woman on top of you, pracically ASKING for sex, and you panicked? Are you sexually challenged or something?"
"I wasn't preapred! Believe me, under normal circumstances, I would have happily obliged. But bear in mind this is the same woman who ran me over and hit me with a guitar. TWICE."
"It's also the same woman who quote-unquote CPR'd you."
Andrew ignored this comment and continued his tale. He reached the end and awaited their verdict. John and Cory seemed deep in thought for a few minutes, then John spoke.
"Let me get this straght: Right now, at you house, there is an anime-like woman, a robot, and a kid...and they're all fighting a robotic-eye spider...that came out of...your...forehead?"
Andrew nodded.
"Well, talk about a figment of your imagination..."
"ARE YOU SAYING YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME!"
"No, no, we believe you, or at least I do...it was a joke. Figment of your imagination? It came out of your head? Ha ha?"
"This is no time for your little quips, now can you help me or not?"
John reverted to his state of deep-thoughtedness for a few more minutes, then spoke.
"As of now, I am uncertain whether I can provide assistance or not. Despite being a technological genius, I shall need to observe the subject in action before I can reccomend a plan of action...that means I need to see the robot."
"I understood every damn thing you said, smartass...well, the Vespa's gone. How do we get back?"
"Ronnie's got a moped."
Andrew sighed. It was much too early in the morning to talk to Ronnie and deal with his lameass jokes. But it seemed they had no choice. Luckily, Ronnie lived right across the street from John. As they left, John turned around and locked the door to his house. "What's the freaking point? Your WALL is missing." They walked up to Ronnie's untotaled house and rang the doorbell. A kid with long blonde hair answered the door.
"Well, well. It's the Three Queerketeers. Back from a long night on the town?"
"Shaddup Ronnie. Give us your moped and I won't have to kill you."
"Why should I, queer-bait?"
"JUST HAND IT OVER!"
"Tell me why you need it and I'll think about it."
So, for the second time in half an hour, Andrew relayed his story. Ronnie listened intently, which was entirely unlike him. Andrew finished and everyone was silent. Ronnie turned around and closed the door.
"...Crap. Now what do we do?" Cory questioned.
Andrew thought. And thought. And thought some more. Then he got an idea. He took John to the side and stated his plan.
"No! That's stupid. No way. Get someone else."
"Come on, everyone has to take one for the team at one point or another."
"...fine." John muttered, almost too quietly to hear.
They rang the doorbell again and Ronnie opened the door.
"What the hell do you want now? You can't use my moped."
John sighed. "Ronnie, give us the moped or I'll gay-rape you."
"Pfft. Yeah right."
"PLAN B, CORY!" Andrew bellowed into the sky. This caused Cory to push a piece of debris -that just so happened to have flown into the air from the crash into John's house- off Ronnie's roof and onto the teen's hair, knocking him out. Andrew ran into Ronnie's house and returned with a dark blue moped. The three nerds uncomfortably hopped on the moped and sputtered away. It took them a good fifteen minutes to get to Andrew's house. The moped was noticeably slower that the Vespa, but at least everything worked. As they pulled up to the house, Andrew got queasy. He couldn't hear anything around back. They hopped off the moped and scuttled to the door. Andrew put his hand on the doorknob, braced himself, turned...and pushed.
What met his eyes nearly made him faint again.
There's chapter 6 for ya. Oh, btw...
I could use some assistance. I seem to be having trouble writing for Naota. If anyone would like to help me write for him, drop me an e-mail or mention it in your review. Cheerio.
-Penguin Tsar
