Chapter 2
Freak In!
Dexter Douglas had never seen so many colors in his entire life. In fact, he'd never heard so many colors either, but that was only because until now, he'd never heard colors before. He could hear them now though, and colors? They screamed. A violent rainbow of useless knowledge bombarded Dexter directly in the face, sparing no time in completely eviscerating his young mind with the entirety of human knowledge. And then some.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Somewhere in the edges of his consciousness, Dexter registered the distinct feeling of something rustling about inside his head. It was kind of hard to concentrate on though, because he was currently too focused on the feeling of his skull ripping apart and fusing back together again. He could see everything, but at the same time he was being blinded by a trillion different colorful images, and deafened by a zillion different sounds. Everything was happening at once and yet maybe nothing had ever happened before right now?
Mr. Chubbikins screeched in an ungodly manner that would have shocked and appalled Dexter had he been anywhere near functioning at the moment. Thankfully, Dexter's own screams were drowning out all the other upsetting sounds like his scalding tea toppling over or the cat having its second conniption fit in the last 2 seconds this whole mess had begun.
{Due to the lack of budget, creativity and patience,
we leave the cool transformation thingie up to your
own imagination.}
Deafening Silence.
Now kids, when someone uses the phrase, "Deafening Silence" like I just did, it means that this silence is no ordinary, run-of-the-mill, dime-a-dozen silence! This silence is very special. An "advanced silence", if you will. When someone, like me, uses the phrase, "Deafening Silence" that means the sounds that came before the silence were some pretty loud noise making! Like, I'm talking some serious cacophony must've been happening to make the silence itself, deafening.
What Dexter Douglas experienced that fateful day, alone with nothing but a cup of tea and a chubby fat cat, was probably the best example of deafening silence in human history.
Dexter sat is shock for a moment, eyes staring unseeing at his warm, black computer monitor, his mind for this last, blissful moment, completely blank.
And then someone broke. Someone NEW.
An electric current mercilessly shocked them silly, knocking it's victim clean to the back wall of Dexter's room. Their form slumped against Dexter's bookshelf for a moment, clothes worryingly burnt and torn. Mr. Chubbikins, who had wisely crawled under Dexter's desk after their second fit, watched the still figure in silence for a moment, before slowly stalking towards them and giving them a cautionary sniff.
And then, once more, there was Deafening Si-
"HOLY UNDECLARED IDENTIFIERS! NOW THAT'S A SHAKEUP!"
The disturbingly enthusiastic stranger flipped onto their feet, shaky hands running through static heavy black hair. Wide bloodshot eyes and an even wider smile stretched across a scratched up, excited face. As Dexter's glasses slipped down the strangers nose, their fidgety hands took turns between patting themself down, pulling at their wild hair, and adjusting and re-adjusting Dexter's glasses. As their eyes greedily took in all their surroundings, well defined muscles rippled and twitched with barely restrained energy. Their skin was blue.
I just thought I should add that.
Mr. Chubbikins froze in shock, or at least the cat equivalent of human shock, and lowered in some vain attempt to not catch the manic stranger's attention. Thankfully, the stranger was a bit occupied with other things.
"GEE, MY HEAD IS SPLITTING!" He exclaimed, hands clutching his abused noggin in confusion.
"SO MANY THINGS TO DISAGREE WITH MYSELF ON!" He groaned, clawing his hands down his face in frustration. "SO MUCH NONSENSICAL HUMOR TO PROCESS!"
Mr. Chubbikins took this opportunity to attempt escape and took a hesitant step backwards, but to no avail.
"A CAT!" The stranger pointed with both hands at the feline enthusiastically, then leaned threateningly closer, hands clenching into fists with some thinly restrained purpose.
"I LOVE CATS!"
Mr. Chubbikins, officially frozen in fear, or some cat equivalent to human fear, made no response. The stranger seemed to have the attention span of a hamster on speed, and so suddenly stood and took on a thoughtful expression.
"ACTUALLY, I HAVE THE MIGHTIEST NEED TO PUNCH SOMEONE RIGHT NOW."
As the stranger thought for a moment about their intended victim, a spark suddenly shot up the strangers side, and in a whirlwind of nonsense, Dexter Douglas stood, disheveled, and afraid.
"Oh my God! I need to see a Doctor!"
Dexter clapped a hand to his head in fear, yet no sooner had he said those words then another array of sparks shot up his sides and in yet another whirlwind of spinningness, there again stood the energetic stranger. And apparently, he knew who he needed to punch!
"OH MY DOG! I NEED TO SEE DUNCAN!"
The stranger squished their cheeks in excitement and ran to Dexter's door, yanking it open despite the lock, and waltzing into the sane world with little regard to their disruptive existence.
"DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO UNLOCK THE CAPS?! ALL THIS SCREAMING IS REALLY TIRING!"
The stranger, who I will now call Warren Peace until otherwise disputed, pushed passed Duncan's bedroom door without hesitation. Warren immediately assessed the room was empty, and thus began shamelessly rummaging through Duncan's things with reckless abandon, opening drawers and lifting tables with equal effort.
"Aha! I knew he took this Shade The Hotdog game ten years ago! No denial will save him now!"
As Warren was about to pocket the old looking game disk, Duncan made the unfortunate mistake of entering his room.
"Hey, Twerp! What do you think you're-"
Mr. Peace rushed forward and cut him off, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him with ease.
"Hi there, Sport! Wanna do some heavy lifting with me?!"
Douglas Douglas and Debbie Douglas were enjoying some peace and quiet when the familiar sound of embarrassingly high pitched screaming and rough-housing reached their ears.
"Dude! If you want my lunch money, just take it!"
"Can't take what was never yours to begin with, DunkHead! That's just science!"
Debbie set her crochet American flag on her lap and looked up in worry.
"Looks like the boys are at it again. Should we do something?'
Douglas continued to skim the paper, unconcerned with the frankly, very concerning sound of someone being suplexed.
"You sound a bit uncomfortable! You should to do more yoga to relieve those back pains! Have you tried the upside down pretzel? I just made it up, let me show you!"
"No, please, I like that arm! AAAUUUGH!"
Douglas simply turned the page and shook his head.
"You know Dexter needs to fight his own battles. He won't always have us by his side."
He admonished to a worried looking Debbie.
As the grunts of pain continued, she merely sighed, shook her head in defeat, and went back to her stars and stripes.
"If eight great Apes ate eighty eight grapes, guess how many grapes each great Ape ate?"
Warren Peace was currently sitting on the back of a thoroughly defeated Duncan, whom he still had in an iron leg lock.
"I-I don't know! Sixteen hundred?"
Warren Peace-Out slid off his victims back into a lazy headstand.
"Not even close DunkyBoy! Pay attention or stay in detention!"
Warren stood up and yanked Duncan back by his collar, opening the the door and lifting him up like an exceptionally naughty kitten.
"Go sip some coffee to get your gears turning, you lovable melon!"
He then kicked him out into the hallway like a sack of very tossable potatoes, a small explosion arising from Duncan like a wrecked car in a Michael Bay movie.
"It's okay! I added that!"
Duncan scrambled onto his feet and backed away from the imposing maniac in a beautiful mix of fear and confusion. Warren Pieces grinned sinisterly and loomed over Duncan in an exceptionally threatening manner for a moment before suddenly jerking back placing his hands on his hips impatiently.
"ARE WE DONE?"
Debbie smiled as she finished another row of stripes on her patriotic craft. Suddenly, the sound of screaming began approaching from upstairs.
Now, usually Debbie was used to this type of behavior, but not from the person who she was suspecting it might be as they advanced. Just as she'd begun to suspect, Duncan came hurtling down the stairs, arms raised in surrender. He stopped to open the door when he reached it, then resumed running in terror.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! THERE'S A BLUE GUY CHASING ME!"
Douglas, who had maintained constant eye contact with his newspaper during the entire scene, smiled and ruffled his paper in approval.
"See? Dexter's fine."
Debbie frowned at the door Duncan had run out of and looked to the stairs.
"Dexter? Honey are you okay?" She called up, pointedly ignoring her husbands disapproving glares ( Though he was still looking at the paper, so maybe he just read something upsetting?). When she received no response, she go up and made her way towards the stairs, but was stopped by a choked out response.
"W-WAIT! I'm-I'm fine mom! I just-I need to be alone for a while, okay?"
Douglas huffed and nodded at Dexter's response knowingly.
"See, Dear? He's fine. Probably wants some time to himself with that new chip thing anyway."
Debbie looked up to her son's room for a few more moments before sighing and shutting the front door Duncan had left open, then sitting down and getting back to her stars and stripes.
"Boys will be boys, I suppose…"
Dexter waited for a moment before rushing to the bathroom and locking the door behind him and slumping against it for a moment.
"What's happening to me?!"
He rushed to the sink and mirror and leaned heavily on the sink as he scoured his features for any sign of the crazy stranger that has marred it not moments ago. As he poked at his skin and pulled his hair, he saw no signs of black hair or blue skin. How was any of this even happening?!
None of it made any sense! He'd watched in abject horror as he abruptly found himself watching his own body, or some warped version of it, torment his cat, break the lock on his door, and beat the snot out of his brother! And it wasn't even him! There was someone, or something, inside his head!
"Well, technically, it's us now Dexxie!"
Dexter froze as a foreign voice spoke from out of nowhere. He spun around, eyes frantically darting to every possible space, but he was alone.
"No! Not there! Take a look in the mirror, dum-dum!"
Dexter, hesitated for a moment, afraid of what he might see.
"Come on! I don't bite, I promise!"
Dexter walked over to the sink again and stared at his reflection, eyes widening as he took in his very different appearance.
"Hey there handsome~ You come here often?"
What Dexter saw continued to make no sense whatsoever. He was blue. He'd already known that, somehow, but seeing it with his own two eyes somehow made it seem even more bizarre. And his hair! It was so big and black- And was that a lighting bolt in there? That was just-
"I look like a freak…" He mumbled, hand running through his impossible hair.
"Hey! Who you call'in a freak?"
Dexter jumped as his reflection unexpectedly straightened and huffed in indignation.
"Y-You-I'm-You're-"
Warren Peacing-It-Together smiled in the face of Dexter's stuttering, nodding encouragingly.
"You know what? I could remix this!"
Taking a recorder out from some unknown location, Peace pressed a button and played back Dexter's botched attempt at a sentence with some tasteful beatboxing in the background on loop. Dexter balked at the cartoonish behavior and was so thrown that he looped back into rationality and glared in embarrassment.
"Who are you?!"
Tossing the recording device onto some unknown corner of the mirror zone, Warren Peace decided that being called Warren Peace was getting stale and smiled.
"Well isn't it obvious? I'm you, silly-billy! Just more...Freaky, I guess."
As Dexter slumped at the cheerful response, Freaky tapped his chin thoughtfully, ignoring the devisted expression on his other half's face.
"Hmm...You know, maybe Freaky isn't exactly right. I'm feeling the Freak, but it's missing something…"
Freaky-Till-Otherwise-Specified looked around the bathroom as Dexter zoned out, probably due to shock, but Freaky-Tiki was no doctor. As he looked Dexter over, his eyes locked onto Dexter's t-shirt. It was a promotional t-shirt for some model toy kit line, specifically, some special edition models called Ghost Zoids in big red letters. It was...calling to him.
"Zoids...Freaky, Zoids...Holy Halitosis in Bold and Italics!"
Dexter snapped out of his stupor and stumbled back, shuddering as sparks of electricity shot up his sides and a shocking spin sent him into another whirlwind of madness.
"Freakazoid! It's perfect! HOW did I not think if this sooner?"
Freakazoid posed dramatically for a moment before patting himself on the back and yanking the bathroom door open, one again totally ignoring the doors lock and ruining the handle. He waltzed into Dexter's room-
"My room! I sleep here too, Geez! Oh wait. Let me just- Geez in unbolded normal text! There! Much better."
Freakazoid looked around his room for a few minutes and frowned. Mr. Chubbikins was nowhere to be found, and Freakazoid really wanted to roll the fluffy ball of lard around.
"Mr. Chubbikins! Heeeere kitty, kitty, kitty! I just wanna squish your furry, purry, widdle fAAAAaace!"
Mr. Chubbikins watched in silent fear, or the cat equivalent of human fear, from atop Dexter's bookshelf, staying as still and silent as possible in hopes they could evade the grabby-grabby hands of Freakazoid. As they watched their determined pursuer lift his bed in his search, Mr. Chubbikins eyes caught sight of some fluttering nearby.
It was the butterfly! Mr. Chubbikins was entranced, and quickly became enthralled in the centuries old game of chunky-cat and not-at-a-mouse. So occupied was Mr. Chubbikins, that he failed to detect the palpable glee emanating off of the very close by and excited Freakazoid.
"Theeeeeeeeere you are! And look at you! Pwaying wif the widdle butterfly! So cute!"
Mr. Chubbikins yaowled in protest as Freakazoid crawled on top of the bookshelf and pulled the cat into his chest like a teddy bear.
"You're so fat and cute and I just wanna squeeeeeeze you!"
Freakazoid jumped down from the bookshelf and mercilessly cuddled Mr. Chubbikins, ignoring the felines pitiful squirming in favor of wrapping them in a blanket like a swaddled baby.
"Lookit you! You're such a sweet little baby aren't you? Yes you iz! You're a good kitty burrito! The best purrito EVER!"
Roddy MacStew had been called many things in his life, short tempered, genius, silly-skirt-wearing-troll, but the one thing everyone could agree on if pressed, was that Roddy, above all else, was a man of action!
"CRUD!"
Roddy was currently putting this proactive energy into assembling a device with the purpose of locating and sensing any Pinnacle Chip-esque disturbances in the surrounding electrical field. In layman's terms, he was building a oh-crud tracker, because he had a feeling he'd be needing it.
That was the real kicker in his opinion, just how often he ended up hitting the nail on the head when it came to foresight. He could yell and lament all he wanted but when it came down to it, no one ever listened to him until the dirt hit the fan. Then it was all "Oh MacStew! Please help us fix our mistakes! You're kilt looks amazing! We were just jealous because plaid is the new black!"
Roddy huffed in frustration as he finally screwed the back onto his location device, apprehensive to see if it would work correctly despite knowing it would. Roddy was, or had been, the most competent employee at Apex Industries after all. Everything he made worked.
'Until now, that is…' Roddy deflated a bit as he thought, unable to shake the guilt that racked his mind. Sure, he was beyond ticked off that Gutierrez was allowing the Pinnacle chip to stay in circulation despite his warnings, but he'd been at the forefront of The Pinnacle Chip's development. It was his mistake, and if anything went wrong…
*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!*
Roddy startles out of his thoughts as his device shot off warning alerts and audio alarms frantically. Every emergency alert he'd installed, from "Mild threat" to "START PANICKING" had been set off and were nearly fighting each other for space on his screen.
"This better be a glitch…"
Roddy reopened the back and looked over every possible alternative to the ever encroaching reality. After reassembling his device for the fourth time in ten minutes, only to be once again bombarded with alerts, Roddy knew the unlikely had come to pass. He was getting real tired of being right every, single, TIME.
Roddy wasted no time in pulling out from the Sonic parking lot he'd been hiding in (Gutierrez would be doing more than leaving mean comments in his announcements and Roddy knew it) and put the pedal to the metal to his next destination.
"Let's see what poor sap typed in that god-forsaken sequence. If anyone can undo this, it's gonna be MacStew!"
"You need to leave Mr. Chubbikins alone! He's sensitive!"
Dexter was currently wrestling with himself in the most literal sense, over whether they-he, could put Mr. Chubbikins in a tiny business suit. Where he got the suit, Dexter didn't know, and he honestly didn't care. Dexter finished unwrapping Mr. Chubbikins from his cozy blanket prison and set the shivering ball of fluff and fat on his bed, giving the cat a apologetic shrug as it shakily slunk away from him. A painfully familiar shock ran down Dexters back and in a flash, Freakazoid was back.
"But he'll look so cute! And-AND! We reeeeeeaaaaaally want to!"
Freakazoid reached forward to snatch the cat up again, but stuttered to a stop as electric currents danced up his back and-
"NO! He's been through enough! What is your problem anyway? Stop being so-"
SHA-ZAP!
"LA, TI, DO! Gimme that kitty!"
SHA-ZAP!
"CUT IT OUT!"
SHA-ZAP!
"Kitty, kitty, kitty! You so pretty!"
SHA-ZAP!
"If you don't stop doing that-"
SHA-ZAP!
"Ohhhh! Them's fighting words Dexatron!"
SHA-ZAP!
"I'm gonna Freak Ou-"
"Dexter! Your driving instructor's here to see you!"
Dexter froze, suddenly very aware of how unpresentable he was. His clothes were a mess, he looked more burnt than dads pancakes, oh, and he had a CRAZY PERSON IN HIS HEAD!
"D-DON'T COME UP!"
Dexter struggled to stand, his legs felt like jelly, and he was so nervous! What if his mom saw? Or his dad! Or Duncan, or Steff, or his driving- Wait. He didn't have a driving-
SHA-ZAP!
"BRING COOKIEEEEEEEES!"
Roddy would have liked to say he'd found the source of the massive electrical surges with his wits alone, but the flashing lights beaming out of the second story window of an otherwise unassuming suburban house told another story. It was like a lighthouse signalling stray boats to harbor, it was so distracting!
He'd run up to the door with device in hand with such urgency, he'd forgotten all about things like invitations and trespassing until it was too late.
"Oh! Hello there, is there a problem sir?"
Roddy stood with his mouth uselessly agape as he struggled to collect himself in the face of such normalcy. He'd been expecting someone much more stressed out opening the door. Preferably the victim of the Chip themself, not this put together woman. She looked like she'd stepped out of the 50s with her perfectly ironed dress and her cookie cutter smile.
"Ah, well, you see, I'm actually…"
'What should I say?! She'll never buy it! Crud! CRUD!"
SHA-ZAP!
"CUT IT OUT!"
Roddy jumped as another flash of light beamed down from the upstairs sporadically. The woman seemed nonplussed, huffing and turning to the stairs in annoyance.
"Dexter! You need to settle down with that chip of yours! You're going to blind the neighbors!"
The woman turned back to Roddy sweetly, sighing and shaking her head in exasperation.
"I'm sorry sir, my son's just excited about his new computer parts. He tends to get carried away when technology's involved. Now! What was is you were saying?"
Roddy connected the dots quickly and smiled.
"Aww, it's no problem at all! If fact, I came over to see Dexter about his driving lessons! I'm his...Driving instructor!"
Debbie looked delighted, stepping aside eagerly to allow Roddy in.
"Oh, that's just wonderful! We didn't know anything about Dexter taking driving lessons. I'm so glad he's taking the initiative for once! I'm Dexter's mother, you can call me Debbie. Dexter! Your driving instructor's here to see you!"
Roddy watched as the flashing stopped abruptly, then heard a strangled, "D-DON'T COME UP!"
Debbie frowned in disapproval and gave Roddy an apologetic smile.
"He can be a bit shy. Why don't you just stop by later and-"
SHA-ZAP!
"BRING COOKIEEEEEEEES!"
Taking his chance, Roddy side stepped Debbie and smiled.
"He seems fine to me! Why don't I just head up? This is a very private...driving course."
Debbie looked confused for a moment, then smiled and nodded as she headed to the kitchen.
"I'll go put some cookies in the oven!"
Roddy nodded non committedly as he slowly climbed up the stairs to the source of the energy spikes. He quickly noticed that the room had gone deadly quiet and steeled himself for whatever horrors lied within. As he pushed past the door, Roddy noticed that the lock had been broken, as if someone had forced it open.
Roddy looked around the room, an average teens room to be sure, but it looked like it was empty. Still, he couldn't be completely sure. For all he knew, this person could be laying in wait for him to let his guard down, hiding in the shadows for the perfect moment...
"Hello...?"
"Hello."
Roddy spun around to find the voice's origin, but he came up empty again. He got to his knees and looked under the bed, but besides a very stressed looking cat,(not to mention overweight) it was empty.
"Hello?"
"Hello!"
Roddy looked around again, then got up and went to the computer desk for clues. He placed the monitor aside and opened up the computer to confirm his suspicions.
"There ya are…"
Roddy pulled the fried Pinnacle chip out from the computer and pocketed it for further study.
"Hey! That's mine, Sticky Fingers!"
Roddy swiveled around to face the bookshelf and sitting on top, reading a book upside down, was the poor sap who activated the chip.
"You...You're blue!"
Freakazoid scowled and tossed the book aside, leaning over the bookshelf to get a better look at Roddy.
"Yeah, so what? Big talk from someone wearing a skirt in winter!"
Roddy automatically bristled and shot back.
"It's a kilt! I'm Scottish you dimwit!"
Freakazoid grinned at Roddy's response and hopped off the bookshelf.
"Uh huh, and I'm Freakazoid! Nice ta meet'cha!"
Freakazoid grabbed Roddy's hands and shook them excessively till Roddy was shaking like a bobble head on a gravel road.
"F-Frea-Freakazoid?"
"No! Not, 'F-Frea-Freakazoid'. Freak-a-Zoid! There's only one F! Now can I have my stuff back?"
Roddy yanked his hands away as Freakazoid tried to use his free hand to snatch the chip from his pocket.
"Keep yer hands off me!"
Roddy slapped Freakazoids hand away and stepped back in frustration, looking the scientific marvel over and gripping the chip in his palm possessively. Freakazoid pouted at his wounded hands, then grinned mischievously and leap forward, grabbing Roddy by his shoulders and raising him above his head.
"If you get to take my stuff, I get to take you!"
"PUT ME DOWN, YOU MANIAC!"
Roddy flailed wildly as Freakazoid began tossing him in the air, only to catch him and throw him again.
"Give me my stuff back and maybe I will!"
"I'M. TRYING. TO. HELP. YOU!"
"That's what all the Scottish, short tempered, skirt wearing thieves say!"
Freakazoid chuckled as the man's face reddened in rage and decided to up the anti.
"Look Mom! One hand!"
Freakazoid spun Roddy like a basketball on his finger, grin widening at the man's cries of protest.
"CRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!"
"Last chance, funny man! Hand over the goods!"
Roddy pushed down the nausea rolling his gut and gripped the chip tightly to his chest.
"Alright then!"
Freakazoid stopped spinning Roddy and tossed him into the air once more.
"NO HANDS!"
SHA-ZAP!
"AHHHHHH!"
Roddy fell back first into a bewildered Dexter Douglas.
"Ack! I-I'm so sorry sir! I-I just-"
Dexter weakly scrambled out from under a dizzy Roddy and pulled the man up from the floor, dusting the wobbly man off apologetically.
"I tried to make him stop but he wouldn't listen! I can't c-control it!"
Roddy shook his head and looked to his hand, but the chip was missing!
"Where-? Lad! Where's the chip?"
Dexter paused at the man's apparent disregard for his earlier assault and after a moment of processing the question, shrugged.
"Well, help me look then!"
Dexter nodded and started scouring the floor as Roddy got to his hands and knees looked under his desk. Finally, Dexter's eyes caught sight of something shiny.
"I think I found it! But…"
Roddy shot to his feet and ran over to Dexter eagerly.
"Where lad? Where is it?"
Dexter pointed to the Pinnacle chip, or what remained of it. The chip had apparently landed under one of them when Roddy had fallen, and was now irreparably shattered.
"Oh no…"
Roddy gently scooped up the scraps of the now crushed chip solemnly, slipping them into his pocket and sighing.
"Um...I don't wanna be rude, cause I kinda just threw you a second ago, but who are you?"
Roddy took a calming breath and turned to face the meek looking teen. He looked nothing like he had before, and it was honestly jarring.
"Roddy MacStew, but you can call me Roddy, lad. I, am the creator of the Pinnacle chip. I'm also the reason things have been so wacky for you lately, and for that, I'm sorry."
Dexter's eyes widened in understanding and he took a cautious step back.
"Wait so, y-you're the reason I have some weirdo in my head?! How? What's happening to me?"
Roddy placed a steadying hand on Dexter's shoulder and led him to his bed so they could sit side by side.
"You accidentally activated a flaw in the chips programming, lad. By typing in a certain sequence and then pressing delete, the flaw caused a concentrated surge of raw power and information to be blown directly into yer head."
Dexter clapped a hand to his head and groaned.
"That's seriously what's happening? How is that even possible…?"
"The how isn't important right now. For now, we need to focus on stabilizing the electric current that's currently de-stabilizing your conscience! That blue fella's too much trouble to reason with, and time is of the essence. Do ya think you can try to keep him under control until I can think of a solution?"
Dexter nodded, but before he could respond, an electric shock ran up his spine and-
SHA-ZAP!
"There is no try, only do! And speaking of dodo, I think this plan stinks!"
SHA-ZAP!
"Well of course you do! You're the problem!"
SHA-ZAP!
"Moi? A problem? Take a look at yourself in the mirror, bucko! I'm the solution!"
SHA-ZAP!
"Oh yeah?! Well-"
*ZAAAAP!*
Roddy pressed a strange device into Dexter's neck, sending red sparks down his shoulders.
"OW! Hey, what was that for?!"
"Oh, quiet down, will ye? I simply re-assembled my honing device to send an electrical shock into your system that I guesstimate was of the opposite wave length of the electric shocks transforming you into Freakazoid."
Dexter sat dumbfounded as Roddy casually explained his genius as if discussing the sunday paper. He looked down at his hands, then closed his eyes and concentrated on the space in his head where only moments before he'd felt a distinct presence.
It was gone.
"Is...Is he gone? Did you really stop it?"
Roddy shrugged, pocketing his device for later use, just in case.
"Gone for now at least. I can't give you any guarantee it'll last longer than a few hours though-"
Dexter lunged forward and hugged Roddy tightly, squeezing a little harder than necessary in his relief before pulling away quickly.
"I'm sorry but-Thank you! Thank you so much! You have no idea how stressful this has been for me. So, are you gonna find some way to make it permanent?"
Roddy smiled at the now much more relaxed teen and nodded. He kept to himself the little detail that without the pinnacle chips data, he'd have a much harder time figuring out how exactly the Pinnacle chip had affected him. Considering how happy the boy looked though, maybe he should save that for later. Much later.
"For now, we need to find out how to shut down that Freakazoid permanently. To do that, we'll be needing some special equipment! I suggest we head over to-"
"How DARE you! You need to leave my house this INSTANT! Hey-!"
Roddy and Dexter both froze as the sounds of some sort of altercation reached their ears. There was also the distinct sound of strange voices coming from below, and they are getting closer. Roddy had some idea of who the intruders were and stepped protectively in front of Dexter, pushing the teen back with an arm.
"Get behind me, lad!"
"Hey, what's-"
Armored men burst through Dexter's thoroughly abused door, firearms in hand and gear at the ready for any altercation.
"Roddy MacStew! You're coming with us! The kid too!"
Roddy quickly assess the pros and cons of trying to run for it, but with Dexter in tow, it would be impossible. Suddenly, Roddy was regretting zapping away that Freakazoid character. He would have been pretty useful right about now.
"Alright, alright! We'll cooperate with ye! Just leave the kid, he doesn't know anything."
One of the men stepped forward and cuffed MacStew, then shoved him away from Dexter roughly.
"No can do, MacStew. Mr. Gutierrez said you'd be after someone who'd activated the flaw, and this kids looks to be it. Com'ere kid."
Dexter looked like a deer caught in the headlights for a moment before he meekly took a step forward. The man looked him over incredulously, then took out another pair of cuffs and quickly snapped them on Dexter's wrist.
"Now let's get a move on! I'm pretty sure one of the residents called the police, and we're not supposed to deal with law enforcement. Gutierrez's orders."
The grunts grabbed Dexter and Roddy by the arms and dragged them out of the house quickly. As they pushed them into their shiny black van, Debbie ran after them with a rolling pin.
"That's my SON! You leave him alone!"
One guard vainly tried to block her brutal pin strikes, arms up in surrender as she beat him back until Douglas finally ran out after her and held her back.
"Debbie! There's probably a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this! Calm down!"
"He. Has. MY SON!"
The grunts made a hasty retreat into their getaway car and drove off before the madwoman was let loose once more. One of the guards who'd survived Debbie's rolling pin peeled off their helmet and looked over to Dexter in horror.
"Jeez, kid! That's your mom?"
Dexter shrugged meekly, a small smile of pride pulling at his lips. His mom could be pretty scary when she wanted to be.
I'd like to think that Debbie can be a tiger mom when the situation calls for it. What does Gutierrez want with Dexter and Roddy? What could possibly happen next?! Well, if you've watched Freakaziod, you probably know. Still, I hope I can entertain you with my modern spin on it all! Every time I get a review, I write one more chapter! Feedback is always appreciated! Also, check out Xamag-Main on tumblr! Their art and ideas are amazing!