Chapter 4: Thank You for Naming the Shipping

Last night:

"Uhm Murdoc? Is Panic gonna be ok? I mean she said she woz goin' to tah loo a 'alf 'our ago." 2-D pointed out the obvious.

"No shit faceache I know wot she said! Unless ya wanna be wolkin' 'ome then shut ya trap!" They waited for another ten minutes before walking over to the bouncer who for some reason was still standing there.

"Hey the club's closed fellas get lost." He snapped.

"We woz waitin' ovah there for our friend who went to tah loo an 'alf 'our ago. Since we woz waitin' I wonted to know if yu saw 'er come out? She 'ad blue an' green 'air an' a glow in tah dark shirt?" The bouncer looked at 2-D like he was crazy before pointing off in a different direction.

"I saw the girl bein' taken out of tah bar wif a gent almost an 'our ago. She was passed out an' thrown over tah guy's shoulder. He had a pink sweater vest on lookin' like a dick. I mean who the 'ell comes to a club dressed like a fuckin' bloke…" Everyone ignored the man and hoped into the Stylo; they took off down the street going to look for her.

They spent a good three hours driving around looking for her, by the time three am rolled around everyone wanted to go home. Murdoc still wanted to search thought; he stayed out all night until the sun came up. Walking back to the house Murdoc collapsed on the front stoop tired and depressed. Just when he had his girl back and was going to 'christen' her bed she was taken away. Why was it whenever something good happened to him something bad happened right after? He sat there depressed on the front steps smoking cigarette after cigarette until a few cars pulled up in front of Panic's place. There was a moving truck, a professional cleaner, and some interior decorators. Looking over the men walked up to her door and opened it letting themselves inside.

"Hey ya think they should be goin' in her house like that?" Russel asked walking out the front door.

"Nah yu fink it woz that 'obnockah Kyle?" 2-D followed after him.

"I'm gonna go ovah there and stop 'em, ya wont in join me," Murdoc climbed off his space on the stairs storming over to the workers, "Wot the fuck ya 'obnockahs think ya doin' to me girlfriend's 'ouse?!"

"We woz hiahed by tha ownah's boyfriend to redo the 'ole 'ouse an' tah throw out all the ol' stuff. Woz ya the one that 'ired us?"

"Fuck no! Get tah fuck outta 'ere before I give ya 'obnockahs wot for!" Murdoc shouted before the cleaners and movers kept working.

"Onee-san… Panic lives there we can't let them trash her place!" Noodle was poking her head out the front window.

"Faceache."

"Yeah Muds?"

"It's piñata time." Him and 2-D smirked as Noodle threw him a wooden baseball bat that had piñata carved into the side with a knife. Smiling like a homicidal maniac Murdoc ran over and started smashing the trucks left and right. The workers came out to see him smashing the trucks; there was broken glass and torn metal in the street. He turned to the workers still smiling homicidally before they hopped in their trucks driving off. Once they were gone Murdoc sat on her stoop where he waited for her to come home.

"Protocol squid scented jellyfish."


There was a quiet beeping in the room when I woke up. Along with the beeping there was an IV drip in my arm and a brainwave meter making the beeping. Trying to lift my arms or even sit up proved unsuccessful as I was strapped down to the bed. What the fuck happened last night and why can't I remember anything?! As I continued to struggle in vain against the straps a doctor and a boy walked in.

"Oh my Charlotte you're awake!" The guy in the green sweater vest came running over hugging me, who the hell was this?

"Uh hey whoever you are… I'm assuming I'm Charlotte?" He turned and looked at the man in the white lab coat what do you call those? Uh sick careers or uh pain fixers…

"It seems you overloaded the memory chip in her head. How many times have you used it in the past four years?" I looked at him so confused what was memory?

"Only a few times…How do we fix it?"

"Either you remove the chip from her head and bring her around to some old places she used to live or hang out and hope for the best. Or you can choose to do nothing and leave her in a mental hospital until her memory comes back on its own, but with a 99% chance of it not she'd be in there probably for the rest of her life. You may have permanently damaged her memory. That's one of the reasons why those chips were made illegal. But it's your choice in the end." The white coated guy sounded serious whatever a mental hospital was didn't sound like a number one place on my list to stay.

"Put her in the mental hospital as much as it pains me to have her sent there do it." I looked up at him really annoyed.

"Don't I get a say in this? Whoever the hell you people are."

"Not in your current state my dear. You don't know who I am and I'd rather you get better first then we work out our relationship."

"We are in a 'relationship'? What's that?" Greenie came down and kissed my forehead before white coat pushed the thing I was laying on down a long hallway. Along the way to wherever we were going another person in some weird green clothes walked up and stuck a shiny stick in a part of my body I can't remember the name of. I felt really sleepy afterwards.


Murdoc waited for over a week for Panic to come home. He sat on her front stoop the whole time. Annoyed the pussy bitch kidnapped his girl.

"'ey Muds I don't fink she's comin' 'ome." 2-D walked up next to him with his hands in his pockets, Noodle and Russel were behind him. They were concerned for their friend because he hadn't moved an inch since he came home from the search. They decided to take turns bringing him food during the day which he hardly ever touched. They had a thought though; what if Panic never came back? Would he sit there forever?

"Ya shut ya trap faceache she'll come back when she's good n' ready!" Murdoc was angry and when Murdoc was angry someone got hurt. More specifically 2-D. He hoped he didn't use piñata on him this time.

"Yeah that's why I called the cops yesterday you baka. We predicted you would just sit here until she came back so I called the cops and filed a missing person's report." Noodle snapped rather angry with the bassist. He wasn't the only one who missed her.

"Wot good them fuckin' pigs gonna do?"


When I woke up I was in a new room with two long things you lay on to sleep in them. I was on one and the other one was empty and the door on the other side of the room was open. The straps that held me to the bed were gone so I got up walking out. There were other people in the hallway walking around looking lazy wearing pajamas and lazy clothes. Then some woman in a shirt with some weird four legged animals on it walked up to me.

"Hello dearie how did ya sleep? Ya was screamin' real loud again in ya sleep." I looked at her so confused why was I here?

"Who are you and why am I here? And I think I slept ok don't know why I was screaming though…" My eyes fell to the floor trying to think.

"It's alright dearie come along just like yesterday ya need to go talk to ya therapist and take ya meds." She took my hand and lead me along where I was given an array of little colored candies that made me feel funny. Then I was taken to a man who asked me to a bunch of questions about myself and my memories. I can't remember a thing about anything. I can't even remember yesterday.

"Can I ask a question for a change?" I looked up at him as I played with the metal curly thing he gave me to hold.

"You just did," He smiled and made a weird happy noise; I liked the noise I hope he makes it again, "But still go on."

"How long have I been here? I can't remember yesterday." He scribbled something down on a piece of paper before speaking again.

"You've been here for a week Charlotte." Was that my name? It didn't feel right to hear that.

"A week?! When can I go back to the place I'm supposed to live?!" His eyes looked at me weirdly before scribbling more on his paper.

"I don't know Charlotte only time will tell." I sighed it was going to take forever to get out of here…


"They found her."