Chapter 2: Rage and Depression
"What even is there to do for 10 minutes?" Larry asked impatiently.
"Dude, why not play Fortnite or something." Gary gave Larry a side eye.
"F-Fortnite? The game with the guns?" Harry asked, scared.
"Yep." Gary answered.
"Where they kill people?!" Harry's fear began to skyrocket.
"You're scared of For-"
"I'M SCARED OF VIOLENCE! AAAAAH!" Harry screamed and ran into the door, trying to get out, leaving Larry confused as all hell.
Larry shrugged and went back to waiting. "Ughhhhh… anything else to do other than gaming?"
"I normally just jerk off to pass the time." Gary said, popping a bubble.
"Not in the mood, Gary." Larry said through his teeth.
A few minutes later, Larry started to feel a slight pain coursing through his body.
"Something kinda hurts…" Larry held his chest.
"Larry, a-are you OK?" Harry asked.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. It's a small pain. It's not too bad…" Larry felt the pain increase. "Y-yet." He groaned.
One minute later, Larry's star began to shine red, and the pain was even worse than ever before.
"Hnnngh… GRAAAAUGH!" Larry shrieked and convulsed.
"LARRY! WHAT'S HAPPENING?!" Harry screamed.
"The… pain... " Larry's body glowed red, and the light retracted from his star, manifesting into a new Koopa altogether. Having spiky red hair and longer fangs.
Larry slumped over and was unconscious for a few seconds.
"What the fuck is this thing." The red Koopa stomped over to Harry.
"I-I-I'm H-Harry… a-and you are?" Harry asked, his tears of fear beginning to form.
"Meh, I'd just call him Barry, to be honest." Gary said.
"Oh, hohoho… am I in the mood to beat a bitch up." Barry raised his fist, not before Larry blocks Harry from the attack.
"Look, uhm… Barry. I'm assuming you're a physical representation of my rage due to your constant anger." Larry said.
"The fuck does it look like to you, dumbass?"
"Just look at what you did to Harry over there." Larry pointed toward Harry, who was crying in the corner.
"I wanna go home! Please get me out of here!" Harry bawled into his arm.
"Welp, time to wait fifteen minutes. Ughhhhh." Larry groaned.
"For what?" Barry snarled and towered over Larry, even though he was just standing on his toes to make him seem bigger.
"A new clone." Larry wasn't even phased by the fact that Barry was the definition of rage.
"Also, can we make Harry stop crying? He's kind of interrupting my Snapchat scroll through session." Gary snarked.
"Oh, yeah, uhm… HARRY, QUIT YOUR DAMN CRYING, FUCKING PUSSY!" Barry yelled, only making things worse.
"Way to go, Barry, way to go." Larry said in obvious sarcasm.
Larry continued waiting, Gary was watching Instagram videos, and Harry kept covering his face with his arm every time Barry shot him a glare.
Larry was now sitting on the ground, his legs spread out in front of him.
Larry had lost track of time, though now his body felt chilly. "Hey guys, it's getting pretty cold in here." Larry said, rubbing his arm.
"What the hell do you mean? It's warm!" Barry barked at him.
"I don't know —" Larry paused, now starting to feel nauseous. He swallowed hard, touching to his head star, which resulted in light shooting from it again. The light morphed into a dark blue Koopa. The coldness and nausea had now left Larry.
"Hi." The Koopa said in a monotone voice. The Koopa's eyes were half open, as if he was tired. His hair was combed down to cover one eye.
"Oh hi! I'm Larry Koopa, and who—"
"Who is this emo fuck?" Barry ran up to the Koopa, standing on his tiptoes over him.
"Jerry." He said, his eyes slowly looking up at Barry.
"Agh! He looks scary!" Harry whined.
"Shut up!" Barry yelled at Harry.
Jerry remained silent, his eyes locked on Larry.
"Uh, hey! Barry! Can you just go away please?"
"Ugh, fine. This guy weirds me out anyways." Barry shoved Jerry.
"Don't say that about him." Larry walked up to Jerry.
"So, I guess you're my sadness."
"I guess so." Jerry said quietly, looking down at the floor.
"Don't worry about it, pal." Larry patted Jerry on the shoulder.
"Move it along lovebirds, I wanna see what else you'll make!" Barry yelled at Larry, rubbing his hand in Harry's hair roughly.
"Dude, you look so cool." Gary said, now looking up from his phone.
"What?" Jerry gawked at him.
"How do you style your hair like that? Wanna take a selfie with me?" Gary wrapped his arm around Jerry before he could even answer, and took a picture.
"You have an Insta?" Gary asked, typing fast.
"No?" Jerry said, confused as to what just happened.
Larry let them talk while Barry roughhoused Harry more.
"Ow! That hurts!" Harry said while tearing up, swiping his claws at Barry's chest.
"Aaaand post." Gary posted his picture of him and Jerry to his Instagram with the caption "you ever just meet someone with kickass long hair that covers one of your eyes".
"Would you cry for help if I decided to kick you in the stomach?" Barry stood over Harry, who was cowering in fear.
Harry let out an assortment of sobs and whines, not wanting to get hurt.
"Yo, Jerry. Ever decided to cut your hair at times?" Gary asked.
"At times." Jerry rubbed his hair.
"20 minutes, huh? This is just a real waiting day for me, isn't it?" Larry tapped his foot.
"Hey, I'm having some fun over here. Isn't that right, Ghostie?" Barry taunted the crying Harry.
A few minutes later.
"Not gonna lie, your whole Harry thing is getting out of hand." Gary said, sitting next to Jerry.
"Uh, no it's not. Fuck you talkin' bout?" Barry looked back to Harry, who was having a nosebleed.
"HE PUNCHED ME IN THE NO-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Barry punched Harry in the nose again, making the blood flow out faster.
Harry cried hard, not wanting to get hurt again.
"Aw, boo-fucking-hoo. Cry all you want, you're just gonna get hu-"
Suddenly Larry cried out weirdly. His body was hot, and he was on the floor kicking his legs around.
A weird feeling coursed up his spine, his star glowing a dark violet.
"It feels… weird, y-yet good at t-the same time…" Larry moaned and rolled around, reaching for his head again.
"Oh, boy." Gary said.
Larry touched his star, and this abrupt pleasure faded.
The violet light stood up and giggled seductively. If it was any other of Larry's emotions, it was probably ...his lust.
To be continued.