A month in waiting for a new chapter, I'm a horrible person. I've been working on something big though, and its gonna be awesome so don't worry. Happy holidays to all! Christmas is only a short while away, so I'm definitely gonna be doing a little something for that, so keep those Santa hats on folks! To the reviews.
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Pale fingers tapped away at the keys of a laptop. Every second a click sounded from the trackpad, it's hard metal surface nearly denting from the abuse it was taking. The screen above the keys was set to a nearly blinding brightness and reflected in the eyes of the user. Pale blue iris' with tar black pupils and bloodshot veins reaching across the white sea of the eyeball like a cracked mirror.
The users skin was smooth, but stained and wrinkled below the eyes, dark shadows forming underneath the bottom lid of each. The smile they held was intensely wide, at near psychotic levels of frightening. Their pearl like teeth were seeping breath from the crevices held between each individual tooth, and it wasn't steady breathing either. It was like laughter, but too soft and shaky to be anywhere near healthy. The users lengthy, blonde hair (most-likely a females) was thrown over their shoulder, knotted and fraying in ways that only thick rope should be able to handle. It was quite apparent that whoever was using this laptop, didn't plan to stop anytime soon.
They were covered by a thin blanket, pillows thrown off to the side of the single sized bed the user sat on. On the outside of the blanket was a quiet and dreary room, curtains drawn, dirty clothes left strewn about the floor, and posters that were once firmly tacked to the wall were now flopped over, swinging as they tried to hold on to the ugly beige paint.
The users shadow was visible from underneath the sheet they hid, thanks to the immense brightness of the screen from the laptop. They were hunched over, legs crossed with the laptop on top. They would have probably stayed like that as well, had it not been for the sound of the door to the room opening.
It squeaked open, letting the natural light from outside the room in, and a person that paid no attention to the large hump on the bed and walked in. He was in a white gi, with a green belt across his waist. He tiredly trudged into the room and dropped a heavy duffel bag into the floor, the clunk making the hump squeak slightly in fear. Whoever was hiding beneath that sheet knew they weren't supposed to be there, already having closed the laptop trying to shrink themselves as much as possible. Their eyes were wide as footsteps continued to pulsate across the floor and over to the other side of the room.
The boy sighed and ran his hand through his thick, coffee colored hair. His caramel eyes were half lidded as he took off his gi and slipped a grey T-shirt over his bare chest. He groaned to himself and sat down on the dresser next to him, ignoring the soft hyperventilating coming from his bed. He sat quietly and rubbed his eyes, mumbling to himself.
"…Stupid Jeremy and his stupid private lessons…"
The boys voice was a mix of tiredness and frustration, as he angrily waved his hands around while he sat. "Thinks he can just show me up while I'm trying to get my freaking blue belt!" he spat, not too loudly though. He wasn't enraged, just venting to himself, trying to get rid of the existing anger before it built to new levels. He didn't want to go through that again.
"Marco, are you home?" A voice called from out in the hall. The boy looked towards the open door and walked out into the corridor, "Yeah, what's up mom?" he called back, leaning outside his door with his hand on the frame gripping tightly. "Nothing, just wanted to make sure it was you."
And with that, Marco swung himself back into his room and right onto his bed, but instead of colliding with a figure that was hidden underneath his duvet, he just landed on the flat sheets that were spread across the bed. With his face down on the blankets, Marco scratched at the mole on his cheek, groaning in annoyance as his thoughts returned to Jeremy and his 'stupid fighting skills, yada yada yada...'
"Why does he have to be such a jerk... It's not like I ever did anything to him... The stupid brat..." he continued to mumble, his voice muffled by the bed he was speaking through. The sound of clicking shot through his ears, causing his head to shoot upwards.
He quickly flicked is head round he room, scanning for any kind of movement. Everything in his food of vision was as it should be; dressers were straight and steady, curtains were shut so no one on the street would peek into his room while he was away, and his posters of his favorite marital artists were pinned firmly…
Except they were flopped over, some of the tacks used to hold them up having fallen onto the floor.
"Huh... Could've sworn I had those tacked up pretty well..." Marco thought to himself, getting off the bed and walking over his carpeted floor to the decorations. He grabbed the corner of one of them, lifting it to reveal his idol Mackie Hands, shirtless with some large captions above reading, "Let's get a little... Handsy!"
He slightly winced at the pun, his left eye scrunching a little in the corner. Marco grabbed a fallen pin from the floor and held the corner of the poster in line with where it was originally, lining up the pin so it went directly into the hole and didn't make any new ones in his wall. He closed one eye and slowly inserted the tack into the wall, pressing it forcibly with his thumb so it wouldn't fall out again.
As Marco moves his hands down to grab another tack, he freezes at the returning sounds of clicking, accompanied by muffled laughs. His heart pounded at the thought of someone breaking into his room. Had the person been here the entire time? Were they waiting for him? Was the Diaz family about to lose a member!? Marco felt his blood grow thick and his breath quicken, fear coursing through his veins at 100 miles an hour.
He slowly turned himself around, hands shaking and breathing falling short. He didn't want to be kidnapped… not again… He was stronger now, he could fend off whoever decided to come after him. It didn't matter if it were Ludo, Buff Frog, Mewberty Star, or even Glossaryk! He could hold back anyone that came his way without so much as a first thought! He was Marco Ubaldo Diaz for Pete's sake!
Marco clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes in new found courage, once again scanning the room for any signs of movement. He said himself up straight and walked towards the center of the area, showing no faults or signs of uncertainty.
"Who's in here?" he called. No response came, just more clicking and tapping. A girlish giggle rang in his ears, seeming to come from the direction of his bed. He adjusted himself to get a better look at his billet. There was no one on top of it, just ruffled sheets and an empty bag of potato chips that he had eaten the night before.
Marco raised his eyebrow in suspicion, lowering himself onto his hands and knees to try and see under the bed. The cramped space between the frame of the bed and the floor was pitch black, too dark to spot anything from that distance. He called again, "If you can hear me, it would be wise to show yourself, before I force you out of there myself."
His that came to no response once again, the noises still emanating from below the bed. He sighed and hung his head slightly in annoyance. "Well, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do..." he muttered, before crawling forward and underneath his once safe and peaceful area of sleep. As he crawled, thoughts of who could be lurking ran through his mind.
"Can't be Janna, she's off at some satanic culture camp for the week... Jackie's not dumb enough to try and scare me..."
The possibilities of who it could truly be were quite small, but there was one person who for the bill rather nicely. Marco's eyes widen at this sudden revelation, teeth clenching at the anger now forging from the black pits of his soul.
"Jeremy Birnbaum..."
Jeremy was the local rich kid of Echo Creek, at only ten years old, he was spoilt and often gave anyone who didn't match his status the cold shoulder. However, in Marcos case, he decided that he would resent himself into torturing Marco the only way he knew how... With being an extreme pain in the neck. He joined the dojo just so he could show Marco up, even going as far to get private lessons and using weaponry in matches. No one could touch him since he practically sat at the top of the food chain, and anyone who tries was often met with a lawsuit or a large hunk of cash to keep their mouths shut.
Marco held a personal vendetta against the twerp, and now was the perfect time to get revenge for all the trouble he's caused to both him and the community. He whisper to himself as he reached around to try and find any sort of figure or some loose clothing he could grab.
"I swear when I find him, I'll show him the real reason I never fought back..."
He felt his fingers lightly graze a velvety surface, moving his hand further along, he felt the rubber soles of a shoe. Marco smiled and quickly grabbed the footwear by where the ankle would be, causing a high pitch squeak to come from the person he had just grabbed. With a mischievous look on his eyes, he yanked the person by the leg, moving out from underneath the bed to bring whoever this person was into the light. Marco hurriedly pinned the person to the floor by their shoulders, with his waist on top of theirs.
He yelled triumphantly, "I've got you this time, Birnbaum!"
Then he was thrown of his train of thought when he had a moment to focus on who he was pinning. His eyes met with the perpetrators, holding awkward silence for about fifteen seconds or so. The perp broke the silence, letting out a nervous chuckle. "Hey there... How are you doing Marco?"
Marco felt his eye twitch involuntarily, be it from the shock of who he'd discovered hiding in his room, or the stress that had built from thinking there was some kind of maniac kidnapper in his room moments before. Marco hung his head.
"...Hey Star..."
Marcos best friend smiled at him, but it went without return as Marco took his hands off of Star's shoulders and looked down with closed eyes. She look at Marco with slight concern in her expression, reaching up and gripping his arm to shake it lightly. "Hey, you okay Marco? You seem pretty down. You must've really wanted to have a quick round with Jeremy, huh? Give him the old, one two."
Marco just brought his hand up to his eyes, rubbing them with his thumb and index finger. He sighed to himself, taking his hand away from his face to give her an annoyed look. "Star, What are you doing in here?". He caught a glimpse of her eyes, dark bags forming underneath them. "And are you feeling okay? You look like you haven't slept for a while..." his expression faded into on of question and slight worry.
Star was caught off guard by the sudden table turn Marco pulled, her eyes shifting left and right suspiciously. She scratched at the side of her head, "Yeah, I'm totally fine!" she lied, trying to pull off a casual vibe. Marco wasn't fooled. He put on a deadpan gaze to show is disbelief, attempting to pressure Star into telling him the truth, since she couldn't handle being called a liar. Star tried her best to avoid his glare, but somehow found herself constantly turning back to look at the rich brown hue that said "Don't lie to me."
Seeing how much of a fight Star was putting on, Marco decided to up his game and brought his face closer to hers, making the pressure Star felt incredibly intense. She kept reciting over and over in her head, "I'm not a liar, I'm not a liar, I'm not a liar…" But whenever she made eye contact with Marco the reciting got quieter and quieter. It didn't help that Marco was so close to her face, millimeter by millimeter, closing the distance between them until they were barely two inches apart. His breath tickled her face, bringing her to the breaking point. She shut her eyes to try and ignore all of this, but Marco made a skillful move, practically destroying any defenses she had prepared. He whispered softly, smoothly, in a damn-near suave tone.
"Staaaaarrr…"
Marco was then thrown upwards with immense force, hitting the ceiling and leaving a body shaped dent. Star furrowed her brows and pouted, crossing her arms and turning her head to the side. "Fine! You win…"
While still stuck to the ceiling, Marco brought out one of his hands and fist pumped weakly, wheezing, "Works… every time…"
He tried to push himself out of the Marco-hole he had made, but did so without thinking through the consequences. He pushed hard against the ceiling, giving a light grunt. Then, his leg fell free, as did the rest of him. Marco smiled at the accomplishment he had just achieved, but that smile vanished in mere moments when he fell face first onto the floor.
Star ignored Marco and his pained groans, moving herself to stand up and walk over to Marco's bed, seating herself on the side, arms still crossed and face still pouting. Marco willed himself to sit up, clutching his abdomen with one hand and propping his other hand on his knee.
"I'm going to feel that tomorrow…" he moaned, taking a few short breaths before looking over towards the reason to blame for his pain. "Apology accepted…" he scoffed, Star didn't react to his gaze in the slightest. Marco sighed and made eye contact with the princess, "So, why exactly were you in my room while I was gone? I mean, it's not like this is the most exciting place to be when I'm at the dojo."
Star let out a heavy groan and fell backwards onto the bed, letting up on the attitude a little. "I was…" she paused. She unfolded her arms and locked her fingers together, rolling her thumbs over one another. Her teeth bit against her bottom lip, while Marco narrowed his eyes and leaned forward ever so slightly out of curiosity.
"You were…?"
A dull mumble quietly touched his ears, the words were indecipherable. "I couldn't hear that, sorry."
Star turned her head over to the side. She mumbled again, this time, a little louder, but still impossible to understand. Marco was getting a little frustrated at this point, rapping his knuckles against his leg. "One more time please."
Star closed her eyes, preparing herself for the rage that Marco might burst into. "I was… on your techy slab thing… the one that lets you watch all those ubertubes…" her voice was shrill, slightly fearful. Star's eyes were shut tight as she waited for Marco to get mad and yell at her.
"Oh? You mean my laptop? No big deal, I said you could use it whenever you want, so it's not really a probl-"
"It's not the techy slab that you should worry about." Star cut him off from finishing his sentence. Marco was caught off guard by this and blinked a couple times in surprise.
"O~kay? Then what should I be worried about?" On the outside he seemed perfectly calm, but inside, Marco was panicking hard, trying to remember if he had left the safe search on or not. Star sat back up, and slumped herself over, looking like an innocent puppy who had been caught chewing the furniture.
"I looked up those things you said I shouldn't… You know… The ones ab-"
"UP-BUP-BUP!" Marco stopped her from speaking any further, raising his hand like a sergeant telling someone to halt. "I'm going to stop you there… I'm also going to be making a few new rules around this computer."
Star hung her head in shame, feeling guilty for even considering doing something this reckless and irresponsible. Marco walked over to Star and picked up the laptop that still sit underneath the bed, taking it and holding it in his hand. He stood in front of Star with authority in his eyes, ready to give her a the lecture of a lifetime.
"Rule numero Uno," He spoke, voice loud. "There will be no using this device without my presence! If there is any use of this laptop while I am not at least in the same room, there will be consequences." He continue his lecture, walking around the room with a finger pointed into the air. "Second rule! There will be safe search on whenever it is in use. I will also abide this law, since I have made the mistake of leaving it off while you used it."
Star nodded accordingly, sitting quietly as Marco walk about like one of those crazy cartoon military leaders.
"Final rule! And this rule is one hundred percent, to be followed, at all times, no matter what. Do you understand me soldier!?" Star nodded furiously as a response, bringing her hand to her head in a solute. Marco gave a quick nod of approval and continued.
"The final rule is… You are to only use social media for thirty to forty five minutes a day! This includes Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and even Myspace." Star narrowed her eyes in confusion. She knew what social media was, but she had never heard of any of the sites Marco had just listed. She thought they must've been alternative sites.
"What about Tumblr, or Reddit?"
That question made Marco turn and face Star, a look of surprise on his face. "You use Reddit and Tumblr?" he asked, Star nodded, confirming his suspicions. "Didn't expect that. Those sites are some of the lesser known ones, though they are still pretty high on the food chain."
Marco used to have a Tumblr page, in the early days he had a lot of fun there, sharing relatable posts and making lots of friends who had the same interests in him. He didn't use it anymore though, everything changed after Yahoo bought the site. The people on there… they had changed, and not for the better. That's when a sudden realization hit Marco. He looked over at Star again, this time a little cautiously.
"Hey Star… I know this is like, a totally random question, but here me out will you? Say that, I dunno, you see someone walking down the street with their dog… what would you do?"
Star quirked an eyebrow at the question, "What? What does that have to do wit-"
"Just answer the question please, I just need to know."
"Okay… well, I would probably ask the owner if I could pet the little pupper."
"Alright… thank you. Now, what do you do if you see a white kid walking down the street in white vans?"
"I walk by and say 'Daaaaaamn Daniel' like a forty two year old man who's on helium and trying to pick up girls while he's drunk."
"Here come Dat Boi!"
"OH SHIT WADDUP!"
Marco pressed his hands together, bringing them to his mouth as he breath in. He had a pretty good idea of what was going on, but he needed to be certain
"Alright, I'm just going to ask two more questions. I won't tell you if your wrong or right, but you still need to answer, okay?"
She nodded slowly, still confused as to what these questions were even for.
"Alright… Why don't you get out of bed until one o'clock in the afternoon?"
"Because I'm spending most of my time thinking about making a noose and stringing it to the roof so I can end my worthless life and ascend to the heavens with Paul Walker and Harambe."
Marco bit down on his index finger. Hard. Tears starting to well in his eyes. "Alright… Final question… How many genders are there?"
"Sixty sev-"
"Stop. Okay. Now, Star I'm going to make one more rule for the laptop, okay?"
Once again, Star nodded in understanding. Marco took a deep breath in through his nose, letting it back out and looking Star dead in the eyes, no remorse or mercy in his expression. "There will be no more use of Tumblr or Reddit. They've brainwashed you, Star. The people on those websites have turned into one of those dank meme lovers who stays cramped indoors all day and posts photoshopped pictures of Russian ambassadors being shot as they chug down choccy milk and make fun of Mike Tysons lisp."
Now this wouldn't fly with Star. She got up off of the bed and stood in front of Marco with pleading eyes, her hands clasped together in front of her as she beg. "Marco, no! You can't do that!" and truth be told, he didn't want to do it, but he had to save Star from becoming one of these "Memers".
"Trust me Star, it's for the best. You're already knee deep in the content Tumblr has to offer, and I don't think it would be wise to go any further." His voice was genuine, as was his expression. Star knew that Marco wasn't doing this as a punishment, but as a sort of reel-in, to keep her from changing too drastically. She sighed in defeat and nodded, lifting her head to look at his face.
"You're right… thank you for trying to help me Marco."
Marco smiled at her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, nudging her slightly. "Thanks for understanding, I'm glad we see eye to eye on this."
That's when Star pushed him away gently, looking at him in false confusion. "What do you mean? I never said that I agree to your terms, just that you were right." This threw Marco for a surprise loop, his face practically painted with ignorance. This made Star giggle adorably, bringing her hands behind her back as Marco stood, dumbfounded.
"Another thing Marco. You should really check all of the room before you decide it's safe, there could be more than one person in it." She smugly advised, leaving Marco even more confused. But he wasn't very confused after Star yelled, "Oh, Jeremyyyyy~!" then he was in complete shock, as the ten year old burst out of Marco's closet, fully dressed in his karate gi and sprinting towards Marco.
"Take this Diaz!" he shouted in his high voice, before jumping into the air and preforming a bicycle kick to Marco's face, the heel of Jeremy's foot striking him directly in the chin. Marco would've blocked the attack, but was too dazed by how well Star had turned the tables on him. He fell backwards into the floor, unconscious, the laptop he had been holding onto so firmly for the past few minutes fell right out of his hands and onto the floor. Star walked over to the laptop and picked it up.
She looked down on Marco, laughing to herself. She then walked over to Jeremy and offered him a celebratory high five, which he happily accepted, slapping the palm of his hand against Star's. "You know what, Star? You're alright in my book, even if you are friends with that lost cause."
Star smiled sweetly, striking Jeremy in the face with her fist and knocking him into the wall.
"I guess you're okay too Jeremy."
The endings a little weird, but honestly, I found it pretty funny. Now, I just want to clarify that I think Tumblr and reddit are wonderful sites where people can go to express themselves and have fun while doing it, possibly meeting new people and making new friends along the way. Memes aren't the only thing on those sites either, since most of the content is actually quite amazing.
Thank you everybody so much for reading! If you liked the chapter, or hated it, then be sure to leave a review to tell me so, as long as the hate is constructive criticism. See you later!