Yo, I'm back. Sorry I'm so painfully slow at updating. I finally dropped Math Analysis because I have no hopes whatsoever of passing that class. ._.

Waiting usually isn't on my list of favorite hobbies, but it seems like I do a lot of that. Especially with such a virus-prone computer. I sit around waiting for a guy from the Geek Squad at least four times a year. So about every three months. My mom is about ready to kill me for the freaking expenses.
This time it's flipping out because I tried to update something that I know to be safe and a good program and all that but apparently the new version is too big to process or something. Who knows...my computer's stupid. At least this time this happened on a Saturday.

It's about noon and I look in the direction of the kitchen. If I go and make lunch now the guy will come. It's just that simple. If I don't, he'll come in the next two-
The doorbell rings. "There," I mutter. When I open the door, the first thing- or things- I see are a pair of 3-D glasses. Well, at least, that's what they look like. One lens is red and the other's blue.

What the heck?

"So...you've been having computer problems."

Caught off guard, I reply, "Uh, yeah," and try not to show any surprise at his obvious lisp. "Come in..." I say to the guy.

The next thing I notice is the fact that this Geek-dude has horns.

Oh his head.

Four of them, to be exact.

Oh, gosh. What is wrong with this picture?

The handy li'l name tag on his blue Geek-uniform-thing has a name that I read but my mind refuses to process.

It just won't. It can't.

I direct him to the computer.

"Your computer is ancient, even by you primitive standards."

"I try to save money," I shoot back awkwardly.

What does he mean by...? I remember the name tag and shudder. He shrugs and tries to turn it on, but it immediately gives him the blue screen and crashes.

"Well, then," he remarks, making me think about when I bumped into that weird cosplayer yesterday.

Then, before I can think about anything else, he's got several windows up and he's typing really fast. He keeps muttering swear words under his breath but I don't know why. Eventually it turns into comprehensible words.

"This looks just like the thing I sent around by accident a few years ago! How is it on this Earth-computer, though, I wonder..."

I try to tell myself he didn't just say that.

…It doesn't work very well.

He's got the program I tried to update running and it looks different; I guess it updated. Then it clearly all goes wrong. The screen freezes.

"No," the guy yells, "no! No, what? How...? How the fuck did that happen?! How could a stupid thing like this somehow get a virus only I know how to create?!"

I look at him with alarm. "What just happened? What do you mean by that?"

"Er..." He is at a loss of words for me. "Nothing. Nothing. It's gonna be fine. Just...leave it alone for a while and it'll be good."

He tries to walk away but I stop him. "But you just said it has some weird virus! And you're just going to leave?"

He avoids my gaze- I know that for sure, even though I can't see his eyes. "Well, this is one of those things...you've just gotta wait out, you know? Uh...so... I'll be going. Have a nice day, or something."

With that, he's gone.

And also with that my computer explodes.

Hours in the future, but not many, I find myself buying a new computer. I have a flashback to a few hours in the past, to what the name tag had said:

SOLLUX CAPTOR

Again, this writing is gonna be pretty bad almost the whole time. I wrote these, like, six months ago. All of them. Review, please.