My Big Fat Creepy Roommate Chapter 12: Daymare, a total drama series fanfic

Prepare yourself for another disturbing round of being in a gas chamber – err, I mean, the presence of Owen. This chapter was written at around one o'clock in the morning, which shows that your creativity levels get a huge boost at this hour of the night… actually, what I said is not official unless you guys enjoyed this chapter, because if most of you were disturbed, then my story is not creative. It's just a manifestation of how willing I am to admit that I am demented… you guys should try it sometime, it will probably ease the world slightly of its overall judgemental nature. Now enjoy… or be disturbed. It's entirely up to you.

My Big Fat Creepy Roommate

Daymare

Justin was forced to sit down and eat the meal with Owen, even though he was not hungry and that it was nearly dawn. In fact, Justin made it clear to Owen a few weeks ago, when Owen offered him a midnight snack, that it went against Justin's beauty to have large meals in the early hours of the morning. Now that he's been banned from modelling, Justin shouldn't really worry about eating this early in the morning. Of course, it is unusual to eat this early in the morning, and Owen was not helping the situation at all by giving Justin those suspicious glances every now and then.

It got worse. After the meal, Owen forced Justin to tidy up. That meant doing dirty work, which was not exactly Justin's cup of tea. Additionally, Justin had no clue whatsoever as to how to use the dishwasher, and Owen refused to teach him, so Justin had to be the dishwasher and wash the dishes in the sink. True, the instructions for using the dishwasher were right on the control panel, but Justin simply could not be bothered to read them, thinking it would take longer than to hand-wash the dishes himself.

Washing the dishes was hard work. Justin lost count of how many times he scolded himself off of the hot water, or got stains on his skin. Owen's relentless glare was not making this any easier for Justin. But Justin feared that if he told Owen that his glare was giving him the creeps, Owen would probably duck his head under the water in the sink and drown him. Also, every time Justin washed or cleaned a plate, glass or piece of cutlery, Owen would inspect it to see if it was spotless. If Owen saw even an atom on the plate, glass or piece of cutlery, he would make poor Justin wash the apparatus again. It was very cruel, but on the bright side, at least Owen was being meticulous for once. But why did he have to start being meticulous when he was punishing Justin? Is he going to continue being meticulous? Justin doubted it. Would you blame him for it? No. Especially when Owen is almost never meticulous. This may very well be just a once-in-a-lifetime glitch.

It was dawn by the time Justin was finished with the dishes. After he was finished putting away the dishes, Justin turned to Owen and said:

"Okay, I've done the dishes. Can I go to sleep now?"

"Fine, but from now on, you can only sleep in my bed!"

"But-"

"AND I want no arguments! Got it?!" Owen gave Justin another menacing glare. Justin sighed. He knew when he was beaten. He got into his pyjamas and climbed into Owen's bed.

And boy, you would not believe how putrid that bed smelt like.

A man in a white suit was standing before a large audience of approximately 1,500 to 3,500 people. The man in the suit stood at the podium and was reading into the microphone from the cards in his hand.

"And now we have the holder of first place for the competition!" the man in the white suit barked. The official winner of this year's Annual Worldwide Young Adult Beauty Pageant goes to…

"…

"…JUSTIN!" The entire auditorium erupted into loud cheers, whoops, whistles, cries of delight and bangs of applause as Justin, dressed in a silky silver suit with a silky golden shirt and a silky platinum tie, stood up from his cheer. Flashing a grin that displayed a set of shiny teeth to the emotional audience, Justin casually sauntered over to the podium as he waved to the crowd. Two women in red bikini's and red makeup went over to Justin and hugged him. Each one gave him a kiss on either cheek. One woman, a dazzling brunette, handed Justin the gold trophy, while the other woman, a lavishing blonde, attached a blue ribbon with a gold '#1' on it to his shirt. Justin could not be any more exhilarated as the man in the white suit placed his hand on Justin's shoulder and said:

"JUSTIN! Congratulations! You have earned this award! If you have a speech you would like to share with us, your audience would be most delighted to listen to it!"

Justin beamed and nodded. "THANK YOU, THANK YOU!" he chanted. "You guys have made me so happy! No seriously, you guys are a wonderful audience!" The audience awed at Justin's comment. Justin continued on with his speech. "Anyway, I would like to thank each and every one of you guys for all of your undying support! First of all, I would like to thank the voters and the judges for making the right decision! I would like to thank my support team for helping me to motivate myself to maintain my beauty! Finally, I would like to thank Owen for- OWEN?!" Justin stopped short when he caught a glimpse of Owen running down the ramp between the two blocks of chairs where the members of the audience were sitting.

"Owen! What are you doing here?!" Justin demanded. Owen leapt onto the stage, ran up to Justin and tackled the model to the ground. He flung the model over his shoulder.

"You, you egocentric prick, are coming with me!" Owen snarled.

"WHAAAAAAH?!" Justin spluttered.

"Excuse me, what is the meaning of this?!" the man in the white suit interjected. Owen responded by shoving the man in the white suit right into the girls in the red bikinis, causing all three of them to fall off the stage. The audience shrieked in utter horror.

"OWEN, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Justin shrieked. Owen ignored him, pulled down his pants and boxers, and aimed his anus right at the frightened crowd. Next, the big loveable oaf – or so he was the big loveable oaf – unleashed a torrent of nauseous, toxic farts right at the audience before pulling his pants back up and fleeing. Within seconds, the entire building was a gas chamber. Every single person that was inside that building died of asphyxia from the farts. Of course, Owen and Justin made it outside on time, but Justin's fate was no better than the fate of the poor souls that were tragically left behind in the building which was now beginning to degenerate.

Justin was too traumatised from the incident to speak. Within a few minutes, they were back at the apartment, which was strange, considering that the now derelict building where the pageant was taking place was in Toronto. Owen threw Justin onto the bed, ripped off all of Justin clothes and took off his own clothes.

Next, Owen flipped Justin over so that the unfortunate model was stomach down, and the former climbed onto the latter so that he could-

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" shrieked Justin, as he awoke in a jolt. He surveyed his surroundings. He was in Owen's bedroom. It was light outside; probably around noon. It was all a dream. Justin sighed in sheer relief.

But before he could lay back down, Justin could not help but notice a bollock-naked Owen sitting in a wicker chair in the corner of the room, glancing relentlessly at Justin.

Dun! Dun! Dun! A naked Owen in the corner of the room is NEVER a good thing, no matter what sexuality you are, that's for sure. In fact, I'm pretty sure being in a room with Owen would be like being in a gas chamber. I dreamt that I had a gas chamber in my back garden a few days ago, but surprisingly, Owen was not in the dream; otherwise it would've been a nightmare like the one Justin just had.

That nightmare sure is going to have an effect on Justin's perspective of Owen. We all know what that means, right? But seriously, what is with Owen sitting in the corner of the room, naked?! It's for me to know, and you guys to find out in the next chapter of My Big Fat Creepy Roommate!

Until next time!