Fiction: The Village

Slenderman - Doctor · 08-11-2010, 04:23 AM

Part 4

Next morning arrived and there was still no sign of her parents. Deciding she’d best make sure they were still alive, she rang her mum. Sure enough, they’d gone away for a bit without telling her. Or, as Mrs Milligan put it, they’d gone away for a while and had forgotten to tell their own daughter!

But Bella didn’t mind. She preferred time alone and a free house was always nice. Peace and quiet, no rules to bind her and free reign to be had. Five days, she had left to herself, Bella. Up until the end of Sunday. But due to work, she really only had three days, up until the end of Friday. But still. Better than nothing. Unfortunately though, as mentioned previous, all Bella’s friends were on their jolly holidays, leaving her with nobody. Apart from Elmer Fudd over the road there.

Meanwhile, Porkers over the road... no, wait, I should explain. Elmer Fudd? Porkers? Garfield? Yes, Garfield.

Garfield, 17, lived over the road, directly across from Bella, at 34 Moonshine Crescent, with his older brother, Gremfield. Gremfield was 19 and had moved out, away from his parents, and Garfield had tagged along due to not getting along. His parents were nowhere to be seen, ever. It was always Garfield and Gremfield, or just Garfield. Weirdly, Gremfield was rather cool. He wasn’t the best looking guy around but he was one hell of an improvement on Garfield. Bella had a crush on Gremfield, despite his unusual name and wacko-jacko younger brother. But I digress.

Garfield was like a cross between Elmer Fudd and Porky Pig, with his endless quest to get everything he wanted and failing, carrying his voice impediment, his stutter, with him. You used to feel sorry for the guy but, now, as he’d gotten older, you had to laugh at him. He did himself no favours, often stalking girls and going out of his way to cause trouble. It was part of the reason Kate didn’t mind flashing her jubblies at him the other night – he deserved it. He would “accidentally” grope breasts as he passed girls, sneering to himself and happily shove his hands down his pants as he walked by. Complete loser and, to be brutally honest, a complete freakshow.

Add to that some greasy ginger noodle hair and you’ve got him in a bundle. Nothing against gingers, really, but this guy was a stereotypical ginger freak. However, he often never cared much for his appearance and attitude as, really, all he cared about were himself, his grades at college and his ability to have a laugh at other people’s expense. Cunt.

So there you go, a detailed description of our Garfield. (And yes, that’s his real name.)

* * *

Porkers, then, over the road was just waking up as his Bart Simpson alarm alerted him to the fact that it was 11:05am and happily invited him to “eat his shorts”. Half-heartedly smacking the yellow rebel, Garfield continued to roll over and once again began snoring. However, he was interrupted by Gremfield just moments later.

SPLASH!

(This time, there’s a genuine reason for onomatopoeia.)

Gremfield had just dumped a jug of freezing cold water all over Garfield’s freckle-forest face. Never one to miss a good prank, Gremfield began snorting to himself as Garfield jetted up out of bed, totally forgetting his lack of clothing and therefore exposing his entire body to his brother. This only made Gremfield laugh even more, as Garfield snatched the nearest material for cover.

“You absolute –”

“Yeah but it was fuckin’ hilarious bruv’!”

Drip.

Gremfield collected himself and stopped laughing.

“I’m going away for the week, see,” Gremfield began. Small droplets of water rolled down Garfield’s face. “And you aint coming, so you’ll look after this place, right?”

Garfield submissively nodded, not bothering to open his mouth to give a verbal reply.

Drip.

Gremfield looked over to Garfield’s bed and smirked.

“Wet the bed again?” Gremfield sniggered to himself, as he patted Garfield’s head and walked out of the room.

Drip.

08-11-2010, 04:23 AM	#7
Slenderman - Doctor Truth or Dare Zealot Join Date: Jul 2009 Posts: 6,760	Part 4 Next morning arrived and there was still no sign of her parents. Deciding she’d best make sure they were still alive, she rang her mum. Sure enough, they’d gone away for a bit without telling her. Or, as Mrs Milligan put it, they’d gone away for a while and had forgotten to tell their own daughter! But Bella didn’t mind. She preferred time alone and a free house was always nice. Peace and quiet, no rules to bind her and free reign to be had. Five days, she had left to herself, Bella. Up until the end of Sunday. But due to work, she really only had three days, up until the end of Friday. But still. Better than nothing. Unfortunately though, as mentioned previous, all Bella’s friends were on their jolly holidays, leaving her with nobody. Apart from Elmer Fudd over the road there. Meanwhile, Porkers over the road... no, wait, I should explain. Elmer Fudd? Porkers? Garfield? Yes, Garfield. Garfield, 17, lived over the road, directly across from Bella, at 34 Moonshine Crescent, with his older brother, Gremfield. Gremfield was 19 and had moved out, away from his parents, and Garfield had tagged along due to not getting along. His parents were nowhere to be seen, ever. It was always Garfield and Gremfield, or just Garfield. Weirdly, Gremfield was rather cool. He wasn’t the best looking guy around but he was one hell of an improvement on Garfield. Bella had a crush on Gremfield, despite his unusual name and wacko-jacko younger brother. But I digress. Garfield was like a cross between Elmer Fudd and Porky Pig, with his endless quest to get everything he wanted and failing, carrying his voice impediment, his stutter, with him. You used to feel sorry for the guy but, now, as he’d gotten older, you had to laugh at him. He did himself no favours, often stalking girls and going out of his way to cause trouble. It was part of the reason Kate didn’t mind flashing her jubblies at him the other night – he deserved it. He would “accidentally” grope breasts as he passed girls, sneering to himself and happily shove his hands down his pants as he walked by. Complete loser and, to be brutally honest, a complete freakshow. Add to that some greasy ginger noodle hair and you’ve got him in a bundle. Nothing against gingers, really, but this guy was a stereotypical ginger freak. However, he often never cared much for his appearance and attitude as, really, all he cared about were himself, his grades at college and his ability to have a laugh at other people’s expense. Cunt. So there you go, a detailed description of our Garfield. (And yes, that’s his real name.) * * * Porkers, then, over the road was just waking up as his Bart Simpson alarm alerted him to the fact that it was 11:05am and happily invited him to “eat his shorts”. Half-heartedly smacking the yellow rebel, Garfield continued to roll over and once again began snoring. However, he was interrupted by Gremfield just moments later. SPLASH! (This time, there’s a genuine reason for onomatopoeia.) Gremfield had just dumped a jug of freezing cold water all over Garfield’s freckle-forest face. Never one to miss a good prank, Gremfield began snorting to himself as Garfield jetted up out of bed, totally forgetting his lack of clothing and therefore exposing his entire body to his brother. This only made Gremfield laugh even more, as Garfield snatched the nearest material for cover. “You absolute –” “Yeah but it was fuckin’ hilarious bruv’!” Drip. Gremfield collected himself and stopped laughing. “I’m going away for the week, see,” Gremfield began. Small droplets of water rolled down Garfield’s face. “And you aint coming, so you’ll look after this place, right?” Garfield submissively nodded, not bothering to open his mouth to give a verbal reply. Drip. Gremfield looked over to Garfield’s bed and smirked. “Wet the bed again?” Gremfield sniggered to himself, as he patted Garfield’s head and walked out of the room. Drip.