Things have officially picked up! Natalia keeps a lot of posters on hand...
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Chapter 3; Schizophrenia and Cupcakes
Red had moved their extra couch, an old moth eaten davenport, up the stairs and into the room. They found a warm blanket as well. Natalia was putting up posters and had plugged in her sound system, which had been in her suitcase. She was playing an older White Zombie album. someone knocked on the door.
" Da?", Natalia opened the door to see a rather fidgety looking Red Menace. " Why you look so nervous? Something wrong?"
" Uhmmm... You're not really gonna be.. Living here, are you?" Red asked, laughing nervously. "I-I mean, it's only been me, Doomageddon, Voltar, and Doktor Frogg for about a year and a half. Mr. Nelson and Steve, our neighbors on both sides, send us maids all the time, but they.. They always leave. I-is there something wrong with us??"
" You seem awful stressed... Buut.. No worries. This is only place I have to go, aside from Sergei's apartment... I not want to go back there for long time." Natalia said, grinning. " Like I say. No worries, buddy... And from what I see... Your place is mellow compared to mine, back home in Romania. I have Sergei, his friends come and go all the time. I have to clean there... I have little sister Kiska, who want me to come back to Romania and take her away... Trust me. There is nothing here I cannot handle."
" Your little sister wants you to take her away? Why?"
" My parents are overbearing and angry... It seems they are mad at me for EXISTING. Is probably because I am schizophrenic.." Natalia trailed off in a somber tone.
" You're schizophrenic???" a voice said from around the corner. Doktor Frogg back-stepped toward them.
" Really?"
" Da. But I am very medicated... It make the voices go away.", Natalia sighed. " Sometimes... I miss them. They were not bad at all. They were like Jeanne of Arc's 'angels'. They never tell me to do bad things.. I was rebellious child, THAT was all me... You not think less of me for that, do you?"
" No, no. I've always wanted to meet a schizo." Doktor Frogg said, convincingly faking excitement. This could be useful to him someday.
" Ha. Well.. Pfh. Is not much to see. I not hear them since I start taking pills. They make the voices go away."
" Really? What was it like having voices, Natalia?" Red said in child-like amazement.
" ... It was crowded. My head is always confused... But you are never lonely. Is kind of nice, because they almost.. EMPOWER me, it seem. I have three voices. A young girl named Kimmy. She seem to be about seven by sound of her voice. There is Bryce. He is about twenty five year old stoner guy... And Laura-Jean. Tall, older British woman." Natalia explained. Her face seemed to take a more somber note with each name.
" How long have you had these voices?" Doktor Frogg asked.
" You sound like stupid psychologists that try to get into my head. I have had them since I am.. Five, I think. I start to take pills when I am sixteen. I am nineteen now. Any more questions?"
" Doktor Frogg... This seems like a bit of a delicate subject. Don't pry--", but Red was cut off by a large metal claw in front of his freckled face.
" She's going to be living here, Red. If she is a dangerous psychopath, that could help us out in our plans sometime." Frogg snapped.
" Oh, there is no doubt I am dangerous psychopath! ... But it have nothing to do with my voices though." Natalia said slightly sassily, hands on her hips. " If you need psycho, you have psycho. Now please, can we change subject to something other than my mental sicknesses??"
" Sure." Frogg said, a mischievious smile creeping across his face.
" Do you like cupcakes?" Red asked, his energetic side rising up again. Frogg buried his face in a claw in embarrassment, " I'm gonna bake something tomorrow, and I feel like cupcakes."
" Oh da. I love anything sweet. Baked goods to the max.", The russian girl did an air-punch.
" Okay~! Well, I still need to run to the store. Byeee~", Red walked off, down the stairs, and out the door.
" ... Erm... Is he..?", Natalia gestured helplessly.
" He's not gay, if that's what your wondering.. I just sometimes think he should be a good guy..." Doktor Frogg said, claw still mashed against his face.
