The characters once again don't belong to me.
This may contain some OOC-moments.
The long awaited continuation:
Todd had a very restless night. The bed he and the other two guys laid on was a very tight place for three people to fit on comfortably.
Not only was he sandwiched between two sweaty bodies who moved in unison, he also was trapped and couldn't really move without throwing the one or the other out.
But in the end he was to sleepy to care and just slipped into restless sleep.
The next morning Todd found himself unable to move sandwiched between the bodies. He stared as he found that there was a poodle of spit collected on his pyjama top coming from Kenny.
Staring at Kenny who still was drooling on his pyjama he carefully put a string of hair between his thumb and index-finger and pulled.
"Aught!" Kenny jumped up, causing Todd to roll back in shock and bump against Dib who fell out of the bed with a thud. Meanwhile Damien came into the room, brush inside his mouth and a bunch of bottles in a plastic sac.
"What's that?" Dib rubbed his head that had connected with the floor and was still throbbing.
Damien held up the plastic-bottles "These are for collecting water..."
Dib and the others looked at him dumbfounded.
The Antichrist sighed and returned in the bathroom spitting the toothpaste out before he came back into the bedroom and sat down on the couch. "You understand that we don't have any money, right?" Damien scowled at his 'comrades' which only continued staring at him until Todd started to blink.
"And what about those five dollars of yours?" he asked.
"Well uh,..." Damien subconsciously reached for his pocket where he had carefully put his new cigarettes "err...I have 'invested' them."
"You fucker!", Kenny exclaimed in fury "You just spend all that money for yourself!"
"Well it is err.., was my money any-ways." he yelled back defending himself.
Kenny meanwhile had pulled up his trousers and slipped in his parka "I can't believe it, I mean have you ever thought what would happen if,... if we run out of gasoline?" he stomped around the room searching for his shoes.
"What are we going to do now?" Dib asked.
Todd sighed "See." six pairs of eyes were fixed on Todd now "I looked at the stand of the cars petroleum intake. It should be enough to get us to uh... to a repair shop or the next city and then..."
Todd stopped. And then what? What were they going to do without money lost in the dessert, without help. He curled into a ball and rocked back and forth. "We're lost!".
"Hey I'm sure everything will turn out all-right. I just err, phone... the Swollen Eye Ball! Exactly I phone them and they will help us."
Damien and Kenny looked at their optimistic 'friend' in confusion who hurriedly jumped into his clothes and made a dash to the exit "I come back later. I just need a little time!" he called back before the door closed.
"So um, what are we going to do with him?" Kenny gestured to the broken-down Todd who still rocked back and forth mumbling phrases of "We're lost." and "I never come home again." as well as other phrases of fatalism.
Damien shrugged "Wait a while I'm sure he comes down sooner or later." he took the sac with the bottles. "We have to fill these up." the Antichrist gestured to the bottles.
"Huh? Why?" Kenny scratched his head.
"You know water. Water to survive?"
"Oh right."
"And by the way..." Kenny looked up to Damien as he was screwing open a bottle. "Go and wash yourself will you? You smell like you haven't had a bath for two weeks."
Meanwhile Dib was busy with the phone "Hello. Here's Agent Mothman. Member number: 67..."
"We know you!" an annoyed voice replied "What is it this time? Alien invader, humongous mechanics trying to take over the world or do you think that your sister is an alien?"
"Oh no. Not really but I took a lift with a friend and currently I'm driving around with a guy who can resurrect himself and the Antichrist..." the other side was silent "Hello? Are you still there?"
"Agent Mothman , this is the last time I say this in the name of every SEB-Member stop calling this number."
"But..." the other side hung up. "It's true this time..." Dib hung up defeated and let the phone return. "Your gonna pay for that, right big-head?" Dib looked up towards the fat receptionist. "Err..." suddenly he had an idea.
"Yeah sure I pay for it." he grinned "I just have to get back to get some money."
While he stepped out he took a last turn to the fat receptionist "And by the way... MY HEAD IS NOT BIG! IT'S AN ORDINARY SIZED HEAD!" the receptionist shrugged back a little but remained completely unmoved otherwise by the young adults antics.
"Just get the money..."
In the bedroom Todd had somehow collected himself through sheer willpower and an empty plastic bottle thrown to his head executed with masterful accuracy by Damien.
He now unscrewed the bottles while handling them to Damien while in the background steamy water was running down a youthful body. " Do we need to do that when you know ...he's showering? Isn't that um, against respecting privacy?" Todd asked nervously as he closed the last bottle.
"Well, it isn't like he ever had much privacy besides I don't think it matters. He doesn't have any shame any how." he looked back where behind the curtain showers, which to Todd's delight were not transparent and had been closed, came a little humming sound. Just as Todd was stuffing all the bottles back in the sac he got an eye full of male testicles ,as Kenny came out of the shower, which caused Todd to jump back in shock. Kenny looked irritated and looked down. "Is something wrong?"
Todd shook his head and while getting even paler hurried out of the room.
"He's just a little shy." Damien grinned as he handed Kenny a towel.
"You know whenever I see a towel I automatically have to think about..."
"Porn?"
"I wanted to say drugs." Kenny rubbed himself dry and slipped in his briefs.
Just as Todd wanted to open the door. Dib jumped into the room. "We have to go!"
"Oh..." Todd frowned "Then I should bring back the key." Todd sat down the bottles and grabbed for the key only to be held up by Dib. "No! We have to go now."
Damien came out of the bathroom, Kenny pulling up his trousers behind him.
"We're going without giving away the key? Why are you suddenly in such an hurry?" Damien asked.
"Well I used the phone and he wants money. And... you know we don't have money?"
"Yes I know that. But you called your friends, am I right?" Damien asked again, his facial features suddenly becoming more sinister
"Err, uh yeah but..." Dib stammered
Damien frowned until realization hit him. "You phoned someone and wasted money that you didn't have on a help that didn't come?" he grabbed Dib by his collar and shook him. "You must be the biggest idiot in the history of ..."
"Please, I ..." Todd lay a hand on Damien's shoulder only to hastily withdrew as if he had just burned himself "maybe it's better if we just go..." he said weakly.
They packed in silence and hastily made their way through the backyard to get to the motels car-park.
Todd started the engine and just wanted to drive off as he was met with a gun on the back of his neck.
"Shut up and drive!" was the only words he heard only accompanied by the muffled voices of his acquaintances. He realized then with shock and horror that they had just been kidnapped.
uhh~
I see a plot, a hint of light on the dark horizon,
I also made a reference to Toweli, see? SEE?