An Alien, A Girl, Goblins, and A Whatever
The characters of this story belong to their creators and not the author of this story. The following story is written for entertainment purposes only, and no financial gain is being made. Also, this story is not meant in malice towards anyone who is seeking mental help, who is in therapy, or anyone in group counseling seeking to better themselves. This story came from the idea that there seemed to be many movie and shows that had an obsession of sorts with chickens. If you enjoy this story, and would like to read more, please leave a review.
Words in Italics is side character.
Words that are Underlined, are group actions/commentaries.
The afternoon was cool and crisp, which was very unusual for a Miami evening. The Miami grief counselor was setting up one of the rooms for their group sessions. A few from the session, who were regulars, had a tendency to arrive early and help with the setting up of tables and such. New arrivals came and went, but that didn't discourage the counselor.
The grief counselor was a a woman who appeared to be in her 55, had the most outdated blonde hair, surely not natural, and around 5'4 in height. The counselor wore a modest black dress with white leaf print and a soft cotton pink sweater. She greeted everyone with a friendly smile, and thanked those that helped with the setting up and making coffee.
Everyone present finally sat and took a seat, they waited as those who were prone to being late trickled in, and finally began the meeting ten minutes after the hour. "Good afternoon everyone, it's such a pleasure to have you all here. For those who don't know me, my name is Rose. To those who are new, lets give them a gracious welcome." Everyone either applauded or made no sound at all.
"Today, I would like to start off by hearing from someone new, someone who would like to go first. Remember what is said here, will be kept under strictest of confidence. Normally our regulars go first, but I say let someone new start." The counselor said. Finally after a few seconds, someone stepped to the front.
Hello.
Group: Hello!
It's my first time up here. (group applauds). I've been in an unconventional relationship for years. It didn't begin like most relationships, we met when I held auditions for dancing chickens. That's where I met her, we even joined a traveling aquacade. Some of my friends have even wondered about my "obsession", but none have really asked. We come from different backgrounds, I kind of get it, but she is unlike anyone I have ever met, even if people have tried to separate us.
My name is Gonzo, and I am in an unconventional relationship with my chicken, Camilla. Thank you.
Group: Claps
A regular stands up, and clears his throat. He is very large, but no one says a thing about his strange look.
Hello.
Group: Hello.
I have been coming here for a while, and I too am in a unconventional relationship. He is very toxic, and has all these rules.
The rules are there for a reason!
Quiet! It's not your turn! He always holds me back, never lets me out, and even controls my diet. I'm always starving!
It's for a reason!
See. Always interrupting. I'm hungry. He puts me on a diet of chicken and chocolate! How am I to keep chickens on me at all times? Do you know how tiring that is?
He has two pet chickens he won't eat!
Group boos. Some scream "Murderer!" Gonzo screams and faints.
I will not eat Sonny and Cher!
Gonzo revives and checks on Camilla. He launches himself on the one he now sees as an enemy and threat not only to Camilla, but all chickens. Gonzo puts him in a rear choke hold punching him as hard as his fists are able to. Finally, Gonzo is subdued and thrown against the nearest wall. Camilla just pecks around, ignoring the whole incident.
Rose: Oh! Dear. Everyone remain calm.
He had that coming, though I apologize for any distress to Camilla.
My name is Venom. Thank you.
Sorry everyone. My name is Eddie Brock. Sorry for the disruption. But in my defense, he either eats chickens and chocolate, or he eats human brains.
Rando in the crowd: Hmmm Brains
Rose: Sir, your group is down the hall, third door to the left. A sign saying Brains Anonymous should be hanging by the door. They should have started five minutes ago. You know the rules.
Rose: We will continue. Any one else? Yes, the one in the back with the longenhooden?
Guy with longenhooden: Allo. Names Mud. (points to Eddie) We don't condone chicken eatin' round here.
Slow clap by Venom, followed by Gonzo and the rest of the group.
Allo! Names Squinty on accounts that I squint. We was a sad lot!
Then bossman says someone wished away a chicken. We's don't know what a chicken is, but he says cooks it. We say no!
Mud: Us isn't a smart lot, but we know chicken isn't for eats!
Squints: Too fast. Can't catch.
Mud: We tells bossman free chickens or we rebel!
Allo. My names Puddin'. Don't ask. (blushes furiously) Too mbarassin'. (laughter begins) Quiet! Bossman says too much trouble and leaves us be. Chickens was free from all oppressors! At least until SHE comes back.
Mud: She makes him forget his promises! He watched her for years, begins courtin' her, and then finally gets her to visit. He orders us to make her favorite dish.
Puddin': Stop! Don't say it! (begins to sob)
Mud: Chicken Francese!
More sobbing.
Mud: Can't go on!
Someone faints, probably Camille, someone else rushes and vomits in a trash bin nearby.
Squints: We changes chicken to fake chicken. Tofu chicken shape. She don't know the difference, but she won't eat there again. Bog flavored brownies done the trick on 'em both.
Group erupts in applaud and standing ovation.
We the goblins from the underground, and there's nothing wrong with poultry love. (Shrugs) It's natural.
Crowd cheers, Eddie rolls his eyes, and Gonzo stares into Eddies eyes from a distance making gestures like cutting his neck and other promises of harm. Eddies swallows hard, trying and failing to look away.
Rose: My, this has been the best group yet. As you know I have my own story. I grew up on a farm, and had many pet chickens, they are special creatures. One day, my roommates and I were in the care of a showbiz chicken. Her name was Count Bessie, and she played the piano. One of my roommates sister came for a visit, I won't bore you with the details, but we thought Bessie came to a tragic accident, and was battered and deep fried. She wasn't, but for those few moment, I wanted to batter and deep fry my roommates sister, but I didn't. Remember, chickens are special, and so are you.
Group applauds.
Rose: Remember, we have refreshments in the back, talk among yourselves we have fifteen minutes before our time is up. Our next meeting is next Wednesday at the same time.
I hope you all enjoyed this story. I was watching Venom 2 when it occurred to me that there is a lot of chicken love/hate out there. Gonzo with Camilla, Rose with her chickens, the goblins with chickens randomly roaming the underground and the castle, and I am sure there are more examples, but I really like these. Please leave a review.