1.) Yeah, I am the original writer of "Reality Sucks" and all my other fictions I have uploaded on this penname. I'm not goig to change it anytime soon (that's my plan, anyways) becasue I've been completely out of this whole thing anyays. I honestly, find it quite humorous and pathetic.
2.) And two, thanks for lettin me know. Even though I'd alerady gotten like- twenty emials about it already, it's alright. Ha. Anyways.. I'm gonna actually reply back to all your reviews that I have so far, so just click the scroll and, there yah go. Before them though, is the complete explaination as to whats going on...
You all wanted to know about what's going on, so, here it is, the complete explaination from me, to you. Alright, sit down, relax, and let your mind take you into the life of the person whos been impersonatin me; you are now in a simple room, with a stash of gay porn under your bedset. You've been angry your enitre life because your penis is no bigger than your pink finger, and you've been denying your sexual orientation for as long as you can remember. You are now in the life of our little imposter... let's continue
You've had a bit of a rough day and you log on to the computer to check your myspizzle, adn you've gotten a bit angry about the hate mails and lack of admiration ones from complete strangers. You've been a little pissy also over the fact that your sex dolly hasn't given you head in over six months and when she does, she talks her ass off. So, you logg onto your fanfiction penname and there, low and behold, making a even worse mark to your bad day, you come across the pen name of a certain english girl whos updated her fiction. She's way cool, you thinkWhy can't I be as cool as her?
But, you can't. And you click the review button on her story and let all your emotions out. You write reviews and stories about farting and mastrabation to make it seem like your a homophobe, and you find it funny becasue you've had comedic deprivation since you were only a boy. But, after a few days, you come back to see: Hell no! She's speaing the truth and now EVERYONE will know everthing about me. So, you copy the title of her fiction, change up the words a little, and- bada boom bada bing- you've got a trophy to show your deprived little mates you've made over the internet.
And, so we end our journey in the life of my impersonator. We still find him a pathetic, comedy deprived, gay, hunched, pencil dick of a boy, but we can feel somewaht sorry that he has been discluded from all this. He's gay and his penis' only hope is to get giggy with the pencil sharpener, or the glory hole he made in the wayy with the tip of a ballpoint pen. Sally the Sex Doll is cheating on him with his dog, whose dick remains bigger than his, and he's slathered posters up on his wall to cover the photographs os men in leather suits spotting whips. Mhmm, it is sad, but at least we can feel pity.
And that, my firneds, is what's going on. So, send the guy a little support and let him know bing gay is not somethin he ever had to hide- we all knew it before hand. And, Like I Said...
Reader Yeah, I'm gald you liked it. Actually though, I've never read that book. But, thats really cool about how the author does that. Damn! And I thought I was being all original. Anyways, thanks. Hah. I hope you enjoy this chapter too..
Majestic Moon Thanks, I hope you like this chapter too. And, yeah I know, but it's kinda humorous in a way.
Just A Fan Thanks so much! And yeah, in a responce to your side note, eah I know, thanks.
PPGBelle Haha! No, I don't know anyone. Unless people over the internet like to start things with people that would for sure whoop thier ass (I have brothers, trust me) than that's their problem. And the fact that he keeps making comments about a penis he seems to think I have, he's made completely foolish comments about the situaion whatsoever. Isn't it funny to imagine this child, deprived and hunched over with horrible posture sitting on the computer doing the stuff he does? To me, it's humoous, becasue I certainly gureente that if he ever met me, he'd drop the act. That is why, it is too humorous. Funny how people don't realise that the computer is blind. It has no eyes...
But, anyways, thanks for all your help. Uhm, I don't know what you can do, but if you'd like to keep me updated about it, that would big a big help anyways.
OC Chik With Weird Accent Yeah, kinda confusing when the guy is staninding around by the computer to wait untill my penname changes. Oh well, that proves he's not getting any. Thanks for your reviews ont he other fictions as well ahah.
GinsengAndHoney Sorry, I'm too lazy to press the private message link, but if you want to know whats going on, I have amost the entire explaination above...thanks. :)
AFan Hm, I'm reposding on the wrong fiction i think, but im so tirred anways, it doesn't really mkae a bit of a difference. But, yeah, again I know whats going on. Besides the fact that I kow it's most likely Druggie 101, I'm not even fazed by it in the least. It's quite humorous, man. But, I'm sorry anyways that you have to open his fictions. He's a bit of a low-life and he keeps changing his penname to match mine. He's a homo, so hav bit of pity.
Nonasuki-chan Hah, I was trying to make her somewhat over the top on the flirtatious level. She's realy actualy got an eye out for men, but that can be a bit of her weakness as well. Grey, on the other hand, has been keeping his eye out for Ms. October. He takes hsi job a litle more seriously as October, but you'll see as too he can be just as playful. Thanks for reading and I'm glad you enjoyed it.
And, that's all, actually. I'm kind of disapointed in the lack of reviews by other people, but what ever, ha. Now, as poromised...
Chapter Four
The Grey Sides
It hadn't been paritculary long when Grey returned to Danny's hospital room in search of October. He coudn't help but pay a somewhat more close of attention to her over the past few days, and, confused and rather paroniod of himsefl about it, he'd managed to buckle down the sensitive woman in him, and return back to the white-walled hospital room. But, he'd been completely out of his league when he'd arrived there, and he found himself standing in the almost unreconisable hospital. His jaw dropped somewhat and he stutterd in his dumbfoundedness.
He resided floating inches off the ground in a room painted completely bright pink, and there, standing with is back towards him was Danny Fenton, dressed in full hospital robes without shoes. From the back veiw of him, Grey could see the boy's hand moving slightly up and down in a swift motion and he neared the boy carefully. With a quivering hand he grasped the boy's slim shoulder and spun him around quickly. Danny Fenton, completely pale from head to toe, had seemed in somewht of a transe, and his eyes had never seemed ore of a white-blue. His face was completely expressionless and there, resting in his hand, was a paintbrush dripping wet of bright pink paint. Grey let go of the graps he had on the boy's shoulder and, almost instantly, the boy reverted back to his painting job.
Grey tossed his eyes about and blinked slowly. "October, you are too predictable," he muttered to himself, as if she were there with him. And he chuckled at the one wall yet to be painted where the fimilair handwritting of October had been splattered across the wall reading, "OCTOBER WAS HERE!"
"You poor son of a bitch," he muttered to Danny, as to whom he'd snatched the paintrbush away from instantly. Almost at instinct, Danny's body went limp and he collapsed on the tile floorin of the hospital room. Grey chuckled to himself, and instictivly cursed October's silly curse. "That lasted long," he muttered and he roughly picked up the light boy and dropped him on the bed without much curtosy. He picked up the pink covered pint brushed, finished painting the wall, just to amuse her, and angrly slothered her writting in pink. He turned to look at the boy once again and blinked curisouly at the empty can of pink coloured paint.
"October, you clever little whore," he muttered to himself slyly. "You think one can play at that game?" And he dropped the paint can and hurled both the can and the brush in the garbage can. "Well, you're quite wrong." And he turned to face the shiney glass window towards his reflecton. "You've picked the guninee pig, but I get my pick on everything else." From the wals around her, October blinked and she emerged from the shadows to comfront Grey with her arms spread wide open and her teeth shining like the moon.
"You like?" She aske,d dispite overhearing his challenge aganist her. Grey jumped slightly, but he smiled, showing is rotting teeth at the sight of her. "I was going to go with orange paint, but than I thought to myself, naw, that colour is for complete morons."
"Complete morons?" Grey chuckled, hiding his brown fangs by peeling and dry lips. "And, yet, you choose pink." October nodded, tossing her black hair about her forehead. Honeslty, Grey loved it when she did this; she made herself look like she'd just woken up out of bed in a matter of seconds, but the minute she'd stop shaking her head, she was perfect again. Usually, he'd flash her an amused smile, but as of today, he'd kept his face simple and straight.
"Just for you, babey," And she caught sight of the completely knocked out Danny on the bed. She tutted, turning back to Grey and frowned. "What the hell, man? You didn't have to knock him out!"
Grey rolled his eyes and lifted his hands defensivly, "I didn't lay a finger on him. In fact, I put him inthe bed. He'd be lying on the floor if I didn't have any bit of sympathy." He paused, and looka t ther squarely, "That was you, anyways."
October blinked. "Oh yeah." But she defended herself over Grey's sarcasim, "I thoguht it was kinda cute!"
Grey raised an eyebrow and peered over Danny's shoulder, watching him heave with each snore. "How adorable. I see what you mean."
October smiled with her teeth. "You don't understand, you little monster," she teased. And she patted Danny's head before spinning on her heels to her friend. "I heard you challenge me," she joked and she waved her hands around his body. "You think you can beat Little Ms. Occy?"
Grey smiled, annoyed, "I know I can outwitt the Outwhittable." He blinked, caught in a rather long train of thought. "That's what killed me, if you think about it." They paused, blinking back at eachother and then burst out in laughter.
"It's on." October chuckled and she was just about to turn to Danny again, when she felt a sudden pitch of coldness run up her spine and through her body. Grey froze, watching the girl freeze and he laughed blankly.
"What?" He chuckled. "You see a ghost?" There was still no responce form October and Grey tossed his eyes around in a complete circle. He neared her with a smile on his face, but when he reached her level, he felt it too; the cold sharp pain of death crawling up his spine, shuttering in his body.
The room shook about them and the pink paint was washed off just as the tops of the walls began oosing a dark shade of red. It stopped at the tips of October's pink pumps, and circled the two as if they were protected by an invisible glass wall. The sky about them darkened and around them they heard a pale, raspy voice. "October," it called, "Grey." The two ghosts froze in their fear. "You've been summoed by your boss." The voice belonged to a woman, who'd been their boss' messenger since thier death day. Her voice, in fact, had followed around only the dead who had made the boss serisouly angry. Grey gulped and the voice continued. "You've got one hour." And the red fluid sunk away, buring int he reappearing sunlight.
The two glanced at eachother an with worried looks on each of their faces, they snapped their finger and disapeared from the room in an instant.
Candeh uhm la:)