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COME FORTH AVIARY FIEND -fiftyshadeofmrway
"You'll always be a poser prep, Little baby Dexie." the crude cardboard cutout of Nicholas Cage whispers. Little baby Dexie snaps her head up. Not again. Don't blink, she tells herself. This has been happening the third day of the fifth week of every two months since she was 11.
She rests her head on her Cole Sprouse printed pillow in fear. It always happens like this. The crude cardboard cutout of Nicholas Cage whispers to her, and if she blinks-
Oh no!
Black, black, red, white, cupcake pink, black! She is thrown to the dark floor, though she bounces off it like two disagreeing magnets. Little baby Dexie floats in the endless black in horrifying anticipation.
Then she hears heavy foots steps, four to be exact, and a the flick of a light switch. It was loud. As if you had recorded a normal loudness, and amplified it times 17 for no good reason. A white spotlight is shone on her. This is not normal, no this is not regular. Normally an endless parade of preppy demons belittle her until her mother wakes her up.
There! In the corner! An ancient tree in red high heels swags over to Little baby Dexie.
"CHILD." it booms. "IT HAS BEEN DECIDED THAT THESE SPARSE MEETING OF OUR'S ARE GETTING OLD. YOU RELLY NEED TO CHANGE IT UP A BIT. UNTIL YOU CAN YOU WILL BE SENT BACK IN TIME TO THE 80'S."
"No! Not the 80's!" Little baby Dexie pleads. There wasn't even any facebook!
"Yes." it booms.
"No!" an unknown voice is heard as the black is torn away to reveal a dashing young emo on large a black horse. "You'll never take her on my watch!" The man runs to Little baby Dexie, throws her form the black, reveals that she is sitting on his sassy watch, (which happens to be a lone gigantic diamond glued to a strip of leather)
"My word! It's early 12'oclock!" He exclaims. "Yes...I must be going on now... Yes..." he says be for he turns get back on his horse.
"Gerard! Don't leave!" Little baby Dexie hollers. She's never seen this man before, ever, but she just knows. She can feel the raw power seeping from his core, he has the power to save her from the 80's!
"Oh what is it?" he snaps. Little baby Dexie is shocked. "What do you want?"
"The 80's..... Can't you save me?" she whimpers.
"Oh! That! I nearly forgot there. Yes, certainly!"
"NO." the tree booms. It too can sense the power of emo.
"Places erryone!" Gerard hollers at the tear in the black, and in come and army of pure emo! Little baby Dexie can feel the black eyeliner, the straightened hair, the angst! It shakes her core. She trembles.
Gerard pulls out a sweet sword and dances towards the tree. Just before he slices the tree he says something totally cheeky. He spits, "Off with the head, and I'll see you in bed." before he slices the tree. He lets the emo flood the dead being. He dances to Little baby Dexie and bows.
"And what is your name? You clearly know mine." he asks saucily, yet politely.
"I'm- I'm Little baby Dexie." she says nervously. Gerard's head snaps up.
"Why- With a name like Little baby Demie, I'll have to make you my queen!"
"Dexie." She correct him.
"Oh," he chuckles. "Sorry, you're on you own then, kid." He snaps his finger, and with a puff of smoke he, and his army are gone. All that's left is the tree's lonely half eaten carcass. Little baby Dexie sinks down to a fetal position.
"aay lmao" quoth The Raven. Little baby Dexie knows The Raven is only mocking her.
Suddenly a vortex of emo is opened right before her, there is hope.
"COME FORTH AVIARY FIEND." She hears Gerard shout, and she realizes that this tunnel into tyme is meant for The Raven. The Raven flocks out of nowhere and flaps into the vortex, it closing at once.
Little baby Dexie can still hear Gerard mutter, "Dude, you really need to stop doing that." Because those words were uttered just between dimension and tyme, they loop endlessly, over and over again. The hope is gone.
Little baby Dexie is left with the tree carcass, the words of her could be prince in her endless limbo. The carcass never rots away, the words never stop, and her hope never rekindles. There is no way out.
If only I hadn't corrected him. She tells herself.
She rests her head on her Cole Sprouse printed pillow in fear. It always happens like this. The crude cardboard cutout of Nicholas Cage whispers to her, and if she blinks-
Oh no!
Black, black, red, white, cupcake pink, black! She is thrown to the dark floor, though she bounces off it like two disagreeing magnets. Little baby Dexie floats in the endless black in horrifying anticipation.
Then she hears heavy foots steps, four to be exact, and a the flick of a light switch. It was loud. As if you had recorded a normal loudness, and amplified it times 17 for no good reason. A white spotlight is shone on her. This is not normal, no this is not regular. Normally an endless parade of preppy demons belittle her until her mother wakes her up.
There! In the corner! An ancient tree in red high heels swags over to Little baby Dexie.
"CHILD." it booms. "IT HAS BEEN DECIDED THAT THESE SPARSE MEETING OF OUR'S ARE GETTING OLD. YOU RELLY NEED TO CHANGE IT UP A BIT. UNTIL YOU CAN YOU WILL BE SENT BACK IN TIME TO THE 80'S."
"No! Not the 80's!" Little baby Dexie pleads. There wasn't even any facebook!
"Yes." it booms.
"No!" an unknown voice is heard as the black is torn away to reveal a dashing young emo on large a black horse. "You'll never take her on my watch!" The man runs to Little baby Dexie, throws her form the black, reveals that she is sitting on his sassy watch, (which happens to be a lone gigantic diamond glued to a strip of leather)
"My word! It's early 12'oclock!" He exclaims. "Yes...I must be going on now... Yes..." he says be for he turns get back on his horse.
"Gerard! Don't leave!" Little baby Dexie hollers. She's never seen this man before, ever, but she just knows. She can feel the raw power seeping from his core, he has the power to save her from the 80's!
"Oh what is it?" he snaps. Little baby Dexie is shocked. "What do you want?"
"The 80's..... Can't you save me?" she whimpers.
"Oh! That! I nearly forgot there. Yes, certainly!"
"NO." the tree booms. It too can sense the power of emo.
"Places erryone!" Gerard hollers at the tear in the black, and in come and army of pure emo! Little baby Dexie can feel the black eyeliner, the straightened hair, the angst! It shakes her core. She trembles.
Gerard pulls out a sweet sword and dances towards the tree. Just before he slices the tree he says something totally cheeky. He spits, "Off with the head, and I'll see you in bed." before he slices the tree. He lets the emo flood the dead being. He dances to Little baby Dexie and bows.
"And what is your name? You clearly know mine." he asks saucily, yet politely.
"I'm- I'm Little baby Dexie." she says nervously. Gerard's head snaps up.
"Why- With a name like Little baby Demie, I'll have to make you my queen!"
"Dexie." She correct him.
"Oh," he chuckles. "Sorry, you're on you own then, kid." He snaps his finger, and with a puff of smoke he, and his army are gone. All that's left is the tree's lonely half eaten carcass. Little baby Dexie sinks down to a fetal position.
"aay lmao" quoth The Raven. Little baby Dexie knows The Raven is only mocking her.
Suddenly a vortex of emo is opened right before her, there is hope.
"COME FORTH AVIARY FIEND." She hears Gerard shout, and she realizes that this tunnel into tyme is meant for The Raven. The Raven flocks out of nowhere and flaps into the vortex, it closing at once.
Little baby Dexie can still hear Gerard mutter, "Dude, you really need to stop doing that." Because those words were uttered just between dimension and tyme, they loop endlessly, over and over again. The hope is gone.
Little baby Dexie is left with the tree carcass, the words of her could be prince in her endless limbo. The carcass never rots away, the words never stop, and her hope never rekindles. There is no way out.
If only I hadn't corrected him. She tells herself.
Notes
-fiftyshadesofmrwayThanks for reading, I know it's crazy.
I think you all bin drinking lala juice!!!? You're all completely bonkers! Mad as a box of frogs in tutus! Around the twist, bend, and corner! Basically, YOURE ALL INSANE!!!!!!?! Certifiable!! Lol. Love it though, guess I'm lala too!! (; X
4/30/14