Emo Tom is Emo (IV)

"God this is awful." Tom commented as 'Aunt Andrea' played tour guide for him as she showed him around the "Ok to Cry Corral".

Andrea rolled her eyes as she sat down at a table and motioned for Tom to take a seat with her, "You don't have to tell me twice, I have to endure this crap every day all summer long because my parents think it's good for me."

She then muttered, "The fuckers."

Tom snickered at the shocked looks on the kids' faces as they took in the sight of the two black clothed things in front of them.

Apparently the Camp 'Counselors' were supposed to wear shirts with a crying happy face on it, but Andrea hadn't bothered.

She had found a much better use for it at home, as emergency toilet paper.

He looked at the old guy and the sullen girl at the other tables and thought they were interesting, but Andrea tapped his shoulder and pointed, "Look, a straggler approaches."

A little boy in a red shirt, aviator glasses, and a bad attitude slunk over and took the last seat, but put his head into his arms.

"Ok kids," Andrea said grimly, "So-called 'Uncle Timmy' wants us to do some feel-good crap artsy thing. But I say we should do something interesting."

At that the horrified looks started to fade and curiosity took over, even the sleeping kid looked up.

Andrea and Tom both grinned, "Let's make this lame arts n' crafts project something that Uncle Timmy will never forget. And hopefully flat line his ass."

"You have my attention." The no-longer sleeping boy said with his head now held up high.

Tom felt a full-blown grin form on his normally unhappy face, "Cool, now let's get started."

"OH MY GOD! NOOOOOOO!" Uncle Timmy screamed once he saw what 'Aunt Andrea' and her boyfriend were having the kids make.

Instead of those nice and happy friendship strings he had planned out for them, Andrea and that guy in the My Chemical Romance shirt had given the kids small canvases and paints and a picture of himself was prominent on teh center of the table.

Each child had depicted him in various ways, and all of them involved him being killed or maimed in some gruesome manner.

The problem-child, Link had gone into meticulous detail in showing how human flesh was eaten by maggots.

"We're just letting the children express how they feel about being here." Andrea said with a straight face.

"Yeah," Tom added serenely, "They've found the medium in which to express their pain..."

Andrea could hear the warble and didn't want him to start singing MCR tunes at the moment, so she discreetly grabbed his ass as a distraction.

On the sidelines, 'Aunt Daria' leaned over to 'Uncle Anthony' and said, "I wish Jane was here to see this."

Uncle Anthony laughed darkly, "Don't WOrry MS. MORgendorffer, in the name of SEcurity, Uncle TIMmy talked the DIStrict into using the CCTV in the ROom for the SUMmer."

"Mind showing me where the security room is?" Daria asked flatly, "We can make copies for ourselves and our friends."

Anthony DeMartino's laugh would have struck fear in the heart of Stalin, "FOLlow me..."

During this exchange, Timothy O'Neill had started a massive crying fit.

To which Emo Tom watched for a couple seconds before commenting, "Wow, you suck."

"I couldn't have said it better myself." Andrea replied before kissing him.

The kids all screamed "EWW!"

Except for Link, he was too busy trying to find ways to add more maggots to Uncle Timmy's corpse.