A/N:
Well, I decided to start yet ANOTHER story, and seeing as I've been reading a lot of self insertion, and have liked them, I've decided to take a crack at it!
Reviews and your opinion, as awlays, are welcome. And please, if you have any ideas, share them!
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"TO THE TREE!" My friend yelled in a slightly high-pitched girl's voice.
I giggled. "To the tree!" I echoed, following my friend, my voice equally as girly but not as highly pitched as her's... Well, almost not as highly pitched... I was excited after all.
...
Outside somewhere undisclosed, the night was calm and beautiful.
A warm summer's night's wind blew over the grass, making it sway gently. Above, the moon shone like a priceless jewel, and the ancient stars twinkled, conversing in silent whispers with one another as they observed the quaint home below. They shone above like millions of small, beautiful explosions, the nearly still night seeming to redefine every beam of light and cover of shadow. Crickets chirped happily, frogs croaked, and the summer fireflies buzzed peacefully in the dew covered grass, humming to themselves as they mused over the weather. They blinked light green, talking to each other and laughing.
It was all so peaceful. The grass, the air, the home who's lights shone dimly, a sign that life lay within... It made you sigh contently just thinking about it. What peaceful, loving family lived in this country home, anyway? Certainly only the most kindhearted, peaceful, wonderful people ever to–
Wait. You know what? None of that really matters. This story really has nothing to do with anything calm or peaceful, so I'm just gonna cut it off there. Yeah...
Anyway, like I was saying;
The home's sliding glass door was suddenly thrown open with a loud crash, as two brown haired streaks shot out of the home with loud shrieks, one of them kicking the door closed behind it without caring if the glass shattered or not. Thankfully, it did not.
Not that it would've really cared...
"Aieeee!" One screamed.
"Raaaahhh-ah-ha-ha-haaaa!" The other laughed.
They both held what looked like overstuffed backpacks over their heads. One of them had two sleeping bags tied around it's waist by their strings. They swung, bouncing against it's legs as it ran. It, of course, ignored them. The other – the leader – was dragging a long duffel bag behind it through the dewy grass, not caring as it got slightly wet and bounced off of hidden rocks and branches.
The one who was leading – who was a few inches shorter than it's companion – immediately headed for the opposite side of the backyard, where a tall, leaf-filled tree awaited, surrounded by bushes and grass with an area of flattened out grass and dirt at the base. It's leaves blew softly in an invisible wind, completely unaware of the screaming creatures barreling towards it. Around this little used-to-be-peaceful backyard, there was a large field full of overgrown grass that spread out towards the horizon, and surrounding that were woods, to far away to enjoy, though...
Who were these people? Well, if I could stop with my crazy self narration, I could tell you that it was my best friend and myself.
My friend, Sasha – nicknamed Sash – arrived at the tree first. Giggling, she tossed the duffel bag in a random direction, and it hit the tree with a "Thunk!" as it's contents got whipped about. She sat down, rifling through her backpack casually as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened as I too reached the tree.
In truth, nothing out of the ordinary had happened yet...
"Oi!" I snapped, sitting down on the grass next to her and sending a glare her way as I started untying the sleeping bags from my waist. They were starting to cut off my circulation. "Careful with that, there are sodas in there, dude!"
Oops, I said 'dude' again... I said that word too much... *Sigh* So much for weaning me off of the word...
My friend looked up at me and stuck out her tongue before she went back to riffling around in her bag, grinning as per-usual. As I rolled my eyes, she got her signature "Ah-HA!" look – a mighty and scary thing – and pulled a greenish, battery powered lantern out of her over-stuffed bag and switched it on.
I blinked as she set it down on the ground. It looked... REALLY old... And big... How did she even fit that in her backpack?
I shook my head. Why even ask! I wouldn't be able to understand the answer she gave me, anyway...
The light was nice though. Not too bright, but a dim, warm thing that chased away the dark but not the nature. I liked it...
I grinned at her in excitement and crawled on my knees over to the duffel bag, unzipping it. I was super excited about today... Er, night.
Why? Because it was only a few days after the school year had ended – Woo! Summer! – and I had been invited over to my friend's house for the week.
But! The very best part about tonight?
My friend's parents and little brother were out at the movies tonight while we got to stay home all by ourselves!
Oh, the wonders of being a fourteen year old... It's the time when your parents are just starting to trust you, and your starting to understand that they reeeaaaallly shouldn't have...
Oh yes, we're so evil, us fourteen year olds... Especially when we're giggle-prone girls who live in the country and are known for being... Well, to put it nicely, 'clever'. (A/N: By 'Country', I mean Wisconsin... We ain't hillbillies... No offense to hillbillies with access to the Internet... Do hilbillies even have the Internet?)
I glanced back at my friend for a second, grinning as she muttered to herself, looking for something in her bag, no doubt. She's a few inches shorter than me, and has slightly curly dark brown hair – it's almost black, really, but it isn't... If that makes any sense... – that ends a little below her shoulders. She has circular glasses that cover her blue eyes, and an awesome – randomly insane, really – sense of humor.
At the moment, she was still in her day clothes; a black t-shirt with a picture of Gir and a squirrel with the words "Me and the squirrel are friends!" on it, jeans, and black and purple sneakers. Also, she had on a green bracelet with the letter 'I', a heart, and a picture of Gir's face on it.
Me? Well, I have long, and lighter, curly brown hair that reaches a little further than her's. (I always thought that it made me look like Hermonie Granger from Harry Potter, but it's less... Massive, for lack of a better word. But hey, beggars can't be choosers, or however the saying goes.)
I was wearing a green zip-up sweater designed to look like Gir, (It even had a face on the hood and a tail! Even 'nubs' to cover my hands. Nubs! Gir nubs!) over a black shirt with the newest Doctor Who logo near the collar (Number 11! Yay for fish fingers and custard!), jeans, and white and blue sneakers that had splotches of black on them because I refused to clean them. (I'm lazy like that.) I also wore squarish glasses that framed my greenish (Hazel? I honestly don't know. They kinda look blue from a distance, but green when you got closer.) blue eyes.
If you haven't already guessed yet (or your just completely daft) we both are Invader Zim fans.
Huge fans.
GINORMOUS fans.
If you don't know what that is, then I suggest you stop reading this, go on to You Tube or whatever you use to watch funny internet videos with, and look it up. As soon as you get a grasp on it, you may come back.
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Watched some videos yet? Good. Back to the story.
"What do you fancy?" I asked, using my 'British' accent as I opened the bag and peered in. I grinned a little, waiting for my friend's reply.
"You quitting the British accent, some Twizzlers, and you to set up the tent for me so I can be lazy." Sasha said, then giggled to show that she was only kidding me... Not.
I knew that no force on Earth – other than a few things – could get her to help when she didn't want to, she was stubborn that way.
I pouted. "Well don't throw a wobbly, you useless knob." I muttered, laying on the British accent thickly just to tick her off. I grabbed the bag of Twizzlers and turned around, only to get a balled up pair of – horrifyingly smelly – socks to the face.
"I can't understand what your saying!" Sasha shouted as I writhed around on the ground, clutching the Twizzlers to my chest in my 'death-rows.
I was SO dramatic.
"The stink! The STINK!" I moaned, being careful not to actually roll around on the ground. The ground was dirty and my Gir outfit was clean. Not a good combo... Especially with how much the Bloody thing had cost my mum to buy... She would NOT be happy if it got wrecked.
… Wow, I even think like I'm British... Just goes to show how deeply the Brits have been integrated into my brain... Those evil aliens...
Just kidding, everyone knows British people – or people that like/act like them – aren't aliens... Heh... Heh...
Sasha giggled as I sat up, grinning cheekily at her. I could feel a leaf stuck in my hair, but ignored it, knowing that it would only improve the image I was trying to display; Crazy Girl Who Rolls Around In The Leaves All The Time And Sees Nothing Wrong With It...
I don't actually do that, mind you.
… Stop judging me... Stop iiiit...
"Just give me the Twizzlers!" Sasha pleaded, reaching for said candy item as I brushed the leaf away.
I jerked it away before she could get at it and narrowed my eyes at her. "No." I said. "Your just going to attack me with them like the last time!" (A/N: Yes, I AM going there, Psycho Invader! You KNOW what I'm talking about! DEMON! ~jk~ … But it still left a mark... Jerk.)
"Noooo..." She drew out. "I promise I won't! Now gimme!" She grasped for the candy again and I jerked it away, again.
"Swear it!" I ordered, pointing at her dramatically. Yes, I was the Dramatic Finger Pointing Queen.
"Fine." Sasha moaned. "I swear, on all the holy Jhonen – not to mention 'Supernatural' – powers that be, that I shall not maim you with candy." She said, holding up her hand. "Now gimme!" She said, her promise quickly morphing into an order.
I grinned, pleased that she was going to the good side for once, and handed her the bag. She immediately opened it, and pulled out a Twizzlers vine. She inspected it in an overly casual manner for a moment, before a devious grin crossed over her face. I knew immediately what was coming, but was powerless to stop it.
With a yell, she whipped my arm with the strawberry flavored vine of doom, leaving a red mark resembling the Twizzlers vine that I knew was there, even though I couldn't see it. (Owch!)
"OW!" I yelled loudly. My voice echoed slightly in the cool night air as I jumped backwards and away from my now cackling friend. I pointed accusingly at her. "You swore!" I shouted, once again using my Dramatic Finger Pointing Skills. "You swore you wouldn't! You lied to me, liiiiiieeeeeed!"
Sasha laughed. "Yeah, I did, but I consider Twizzlers actual food, not candy!" She said, doubling over slightly in her hilarity.
"LIES!" I screeched at her, which only made her laugh harder, to my annoyance. How dare she not take me seriously! Me, with all my holy wisdom!
After a second or so of glaring at her poisonously, my angry look fell away and I started laughing too. Within mere minutes, we had both been reduced to giggling heaps just staring up at the stars in our exhaustion. We managed to calm ourselves down, though, and just stared at the sky breathlessly for a while, panting. The stars were really bright tonight, even for Wisconsin... I wasn't complaining though...
I sighed a little. The stars really were nice tonight...
Like it sometimes happened – and it only happened every once in a while anyway – my heart gave a little sad squeeze.
I couldn't help but get slightly depressed when I saw things like this. It reminded me of my mortality (Dramatic I know), and how things were so big, while I was so small... I mean, just look at the sky! All that space! Wow... I wish I could go out there...
My eyes grew half-lidded as I stared at the stars. Would anyone even remember me? Would I make some sort of impact? Would anyone care when I died? Would I amount to anything? All these confusing and slightly depressing thoughts, I knew, were caused by my apprehension about the end of summer.
Like I said before, school had just ended...
We had graduated 8th grade, and now, High School loomed on the horizon, leaving me to wonder... Was I ready? Could I handle it? I felt too... Small to be an adult yet... I was growing up physically, but mentally, I still felt like a twelve-year-old. Everything seemed to be going too fast... I wished... I wished that I had a little more time to be a kid... That I had a place, just for myself and my friends, that we could loose ourselves in and get rid of all of our worries...
"Hey! Look at that!" Sasha shouted, pointing skywards excitedly. "Make a wish about cheese, quick!"
I blinked – used to her banter, which made sense to me – and looked at where she was pointing.
I gasped in wonder as, for a few seconds, a... A light blue shooting star wit flaming purple edges shot across the sky. For a moment, we both watched it as it made it's way across the sky, and eventually disappeared over the horizon. I stared after it as my friend returned her gaze to the sky above, my longing for freedom and time renewed.
What if I could go up into space... Have an adventure... Like, like the star. That star was on an adventure... Such a wonderful adventure...
I laughed a little as I envisioned myself sitting atop a familiar blue box, shooting across the sky, laughing as people stared at what they thought was just a normal shooting star. My imagination-laughter increased as I shot past the huge viewing window of a familiar 'massive' space-ship... Heh... I loved having my imagination... It was mine, it was unique, and it was filled with all kinds of random crud that was completely mental, really... But, in a weird way, made sense...
"Go put up the tent." Sasha ordered abruptly. I jumped a little, shaken from my thoughts.
After a moment, I shook my head to clear it. I was too melodramatic and random at times... I needed to shut my brain up somehow... Maybe more candy? That, at least, would get rid of the sad-drama, the randomness, however, I wasn't so sure of...
I managed to sigh and groan all at the same time and got up off of the ground, knowing very well that Sasha didn't know how to put it up anyway, and that she wouldn't do it even if her life depended on it... Lazy bum...
After ten minutes of fake-curse filled tent-making-up, the horrid green monstrosity of cloth and metal was done. I let out a pleased sigh and put my hands on my hips, looking over my work proudly., surprised it hadn't exploded as soon as I touched it...
Long story.
"There," I breathed. "Perfect!" Then, spotting the sleeping bags still lying on the ground, I gave them each a hard kick, sending them rolling into the tent.
Ahh... Satisfying... I liked kicking things... It was so fun...
I heard a sucking sound, the kind where there isn't hardly any liquid left for your straw to get at, and turned around to see that Sasha had gotten a log from somewhere and was sucking on a juice box as she perched on it. She looked my work over critically, before removing the straw from her mouth.
"It looks lumpy." She stated plainly.
I sighed tiredly, knowing she was only joking, and took a seat next to her. "So do you, but you don't hear the tent insulting, you, do you?" I asked quietly.
Sasha huffed a little, before handing me a juice box. "Meh..." She muttered, not seeming to care about my insult. She never did. She had some sort of SUPER inner emotional wall that blocked EVERYTHING she didn't want in... It was pretty impressive, really. I guess that was what mad her so random... she didn't have an internal Doubt Maker/Censor to bug her... Lucky girl.
We watched the lantern for a little while, staring at the curious bugs that came to see it with us. Little fireflies and a few mosquitoes... The fireflies were cute, the mosquitoes, not so much...
"...Well." I said after a while, swatting at a pesky mosquito that had the audacity to bite me. "Shall we do what we came out here to do, or should we just stare at the light like we're the bugs?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I wiped the mosquito guts off of my arm.
Sasha sighed. "Dang it, Casey, why do you always have to make me do things?" She moaned, but stood anyway.
I stood as well as my friend started kicking her bag to the right side of the tent-flap. "Because," I said, deciding to pick my bag up instead of kick it. "I procrastinate enough as is, I don't want to waist any time I have with you. You are one of the only people my fragile mental state can handle. I wish to enjoy the temporary happiness you bring." I stated morbidly.
Don't worry, I was being exceptionally Johnny-dramatic on purpose... Or WAS I?
… I was.
At least this time.
Sasha snorted, crawling into the tent and dragging the duffel bag full of snacks, and the 'extra' parts for the tent I didn't know what to do with, in with her, leaving her backpack outside. "Fragile?" She asked from the safety of the tent. "Your worse than me sometimes." I hear her snicker.
"Sometimes." I reminded her, crawling into the tent after quickly grabbing the lantern and setting my own bag on the opposite side of the tent flap. "You, on the other hand seem to always be worse than me..."
That earned me a Twizzler to the shoulder and an angry "HEY!" from my friend.
"OW!" I shouted. "Don't be so shirty!" I snapped.
"QUIT SAYING THINGS I CAN'T UNDERSTAND!" Sasha shouted, and did what came naturally; she started throwing Twizzlers at me, using the sleeping bags she had gotten out – which was nice of her, might I add – as shields...
Which wasn't as nice.
"Ow!" I shouted again, and retaliated by throwing my empty juice box – which I had stuffed into my pocket after finishing it in seconds – at her.
It hit her forehead, defying her sleeping bag barricade, causing her to abruptly become calm. Something that happened to me too sometimes...
"So, we gonna write or what?" She asked casually and as if she hadn't just attacked me with candy. "'Cause, I left my bag out there, and..." She trailed off, trying to be cute so that she didn't have to write, just eat candy and drink soda and torture me with Twizzlers... Demon! Where's the salt when ya need it!
Grinning at her, not about to let her procrastinate, I set the lantern down in the center of the tent and stuck my head out of the tent. "Which notebook you want?" I asked loudly so that she could hear me. "The purple or the blue?"
"Blue!" I heard her shout, and I grabbed her bag.
After shifting through all the random crud she had in there, I found it and tossed it over my shoulder and into the tent. I heard a thud and a muffled curse and I knew that I had hit my mark. I laughed quietly.
After retrieving my own notebook from my bag – a green one filled with printed off parts of half of a story that I had written on the computer, while I wrote the second half in the notebook – I ducked back inside to see that Sasha had curled up into her sleeping bag, holding her knees up to use as a desk for her writing as she huddled into the slippery cloth.
I'd set the tent up near the tree, so my friend had decided to lean against it through the fabric. I glared at her when I saw that she'd set the duffel bag right next to her, successfully blocking the only other spot with 'Tree Access'.
"Jerk." I muttered, and grabbed my own sleeping bag, setting down my notebook so that I could wrap the 'blanket' around myself and get comfortable.
Sasha grinned at me, sticking out her tongue for a second. She looked down at her notebook, and got a stumped look on her face. "Uh... Hey?" She said awkwardly. "You wouldn't happen to have a pencil, would you?"
I snickered a little. "When don't I?" I asked, reaching into my pocket. I took out a black mechanical pencil and tossed it at her. Surprisingly she caught it. As I pulled out a second pencil – an exact copy of the one I'd just tossed at Sasha – and laid down, she inspected it, a scowl on her face.
"Really? Why'd you have to give me the kind with the suckish eraser that dies after three minutes of use?" She complained, beginning to click the mechanical pencil to get the lead flowing.
"Why'd you have to hog the tree spot?" I asked, mimicking her complaining tone. "And don't you insult my pencils, I've got about two hundred of those as a Christmas present, upon request, mind you..."
"Touche..." She muttered, and opened her notebook. I followed her example – after grabbing a pillow to prop myself up with, of course – and started to write.
What were we doing? Well, when Sasha had called me a few days ago and proposed this sleep over-thing, I had had a proposal of my own; why not go on a full-out writing binge while we did that?
Of course, Sasha hadn't really been paying much attention – Heck, I could hear Gir screeching in the background – and had agreed. So, when I arrived and told her that we were actually going to do it... She'd been a little less than thrilled. But sadly (For her) I forced her to get her stuff together – which was a lot because we wanted to live out here for as long as we could stomach... Which was probably only two days because the severe lack of a Television in the 'Great' outdoors – and also forced her to continue the story she was working on free-hand, AKA, on paper, something she was less than thrilled about.
I was so evil sometimes... Even if it wasn't that obvious that I was a demon in human skin...
Kidding! Kidding...
Or AM I?
…I am.
… Maybe.
"What'cha worken' on?" Sasha asked out of the blue.
I looked up from my work, suddenly finding myself snapped out of my little world – which was annoying, I'd finally murdered my Writers Block and had gotten into the Zone, but hey, I wasn't one to hold grudges... Okay, that's a lie, I am... Just not against my friends... Well...
"Huh?" I asked intelligently. (A/N: Thank-you, God, for sarcasm, it makes our lives a little more liveable.) "What?"
"WH-AT'CH-A WOR-KEN ON?" Sasha said, over pronouncing everything as she suppressed an annoyed sigh.
Hey, don't look at me! She knows what it's like to be 'In The Zone' she should have expected my severe lack of a brain... Which was, sadly, almost constant since I was always processing stories in my brain; creating plot twists, predicting a character's next move, trying to advance a plot, trying to create witty comebacks to insults I'd received preciously and incorporate them into my stories somehow...
Actually, if you think about it, my brain is there... It's just too busy for reality and easily distracted in the fabric of a story. I'm pretty sure my friend's brain worked like that too, but who knew? Maybe she was better at concentrating than me? I certainly couldn't concentrate long enough to find out. (A/N: Witty, no? … No.)
I rolled my eyes. "What am I always working on?" I asked.
Sasha shrugged. "I donno." She said. "You jump around so much that I gave up trying to keep track a few months ago... It was hurting my brain-meats..." She gave me sad puppy-dog eyes.
In annoyance, I blew some hair out of my face with a puff of air. "Invader Kat, The Emotions of a Flower, you?" I asked.
"The Frozen Whisper."
"Ah..."
"Mm hmm..."
"Ah..."
We both 'hmmed' in union, and then went back to writing. Just a normal conversation between us... Well, normal for us... I don't think it was in accordance with society's view of normal...
It took me a few moments to get back on track. (I could feel that evil Writer's Block creeping up on me already, blasted thing.) I'd managed to write another paragraph, when Sasha spoke up again.
"Heeey," she asked, and I looked back up at her to see that she had a Pibb X-tra in her hand. "Want a so~da?" She sang, grinning at me.
I propped myself up on my elbows a little. "Yeah, just don't throw-"
Sasha tossed the drink at me despite my attempted warning... And a little too softly, might I add.
It flew towards me, yes, but fell short. With a loud thunk, it hit the lantern and tipped it over. Both items, sugar-high deliverer and light producer, hit the ground with a crash, and a second later, the light flickered sadly and went out, plunging the world into darkness..
"... It..." I deadpanned.
Sasha 'eeped' in the dark that now inclosed the tent. "Sorry!" She squeaked. I saw a dark shape move in the, well, dark, and I could only assume that she was covering her mouth in either surprise or shock or embarrassment... Or a combination of all of them.
I waved a hand at her, and sat up, crawling on my knees towards the downed lantern. I was relying on the faint moonlight trailing in between the cracks in the canvas to show my actions to my friend.
"It's fine." I said. "It's your lantern anyway... Just don't expect me to drink that soda now that it's all shook up." I added.
"Oh yeeeaaah... Dang it!" I heard her say as I found the lantern. I smiled a little. Typical 'Sasha-nistic' response, using one of Gir's quote's in real life... Then again, I did that too... I did that with everything... EV-ER-Y-THING!
Fumbling in the dark, I found the off switch, and quickly pressed it. I waited a second, then flipped it back on. When nothing happened, I switched it off, shook it spazztacularly – thank goodness that it was dark, I was sure that I probably had a really stupid look on my face – and then switched it back on.
For a moment, nothing happened, but a second later – and after I'd flicked the glass a few times with my finger nail – the lantern fizzled to life, illuminating the tent once more, thankfully.
Don't get me wrong, I had nothing wrong with the dark, but it was sort of annoying not being able to see anything...
Okay, so maybe I had a few issues with the dark... But that was only because I'd just watched Don't Be Afraid Of The Dark... That was a LIE! I WAS afraid of the dark! Don't try to confuse me and tell me not to be!
I digress.
Sasha and I blinked as our eyes readjusted. "Thanks!" I heard Sasha say. Something shifted and I heard her continue just as my eyes refocused. "Hey, this doesn't look too shaken up..." She mused. She had the Pibb in her hands and was pulling back on it's tab as she spoke.
"No!" I shouted, then, the most horrible thing happened... Then... Then... Then...
The soda can opened with a crack and Pibb X-tra shot out of it like lava from a volcano, covering the lantern, and the knees of my jeans – which were new, stone the crows! – with a sticky mess of cherry flavored (A/N: Which is a LIE! It does NOT taste like cherry! LIARS!) carbonated cola beverage.
"Oh, for crying out LOUD!" I yelled at the same time Sasha let out a surprised yelp.
"Oh, cheese, I'm sorry!" She shouted as I stood up quickly.
"Don't Bloody apologize!" I snapped, grabbing my sleeping bag, pillow, and notebook in one quick movement and stuffing the notebook into the water-proofed sleeping bag. "Get the stuff out of the tent!"
"Oh! Right!" Sasha said, and quickly grabbed her sleeping bag and notebook, following my example of stowing the notebook away. We both fled the tent in seconds, dropping our stuff on the ground in a disorderly heap.
"Stay here, I'll go get some paper towels." I said tiredly, and my friend nodded. I rushed to the house, tripping a few times on stones. I flung the sliding glass door open but closed it immediately, aware that Sasha had a pet dog and a guinea pig and that I didn't know if either was allowed outside. I sprinted into the kitchen, and even though I had been here before, it took me a good three minutes to find the Bleeding towels... Gah! I'm such an idiot sometimes...
Saying more made up curses under my breath, I rushed back outside – closing the door, of course – and started back towards the tent at a leisurely jog. I was half-way there when I heard, not to mention saw, something that made my blood run cold.
A voice, Sasha's voice, yelled out, not any sort of words, just an exclamation of fear accompanied by a weird buzzing-shooing noise that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. With wide eyes, I caught sight of the tips of her toes sticking out of the tent, a second later, they disappeared into the tent with a jerk.
I barely registered that the sleeping bags and our backpacks were missing as I dropped the towels and ran as fast as I could to my friend's side. In seconds, fueled by adrenaline, I arrived at the tree.
With a cry of "Sasha!" I stuck the front half of my body into the tent, and my eyes met with a sight I barely believed was possible.
Where the old green soda-covered lantern had been, there was now a large swirling vortex of black and purple... Misty stuff, about the size of a manhole cover, maybe even a little bigger, and being sucked into said vortex, was Sasha's hand, not to mention the rest of her!
My friend looked over her shoulder at the sound of the tent flap moving and at me, her blue eyes wide and almost electric with fear. "Help me!" She yelled, straining in my general direction while pulling on her trapped arm with her free one. She shifted her legs to in front of herself, pushing on the ground for more leverage. "It's sucking me in!" She yelled. "Which is not cool, by the way!" She added, directing her words at the vortex-thing, something I probably would have done too.
I stared at her in shock for a second, but only a second. I wasn't like one of those idiots in the movies that went into shock and screamed and cried, I was the girl who did something... Or died trying, as seemed to be the case in half of the horror movies I watched... But I was ignoring that fact at the moment... Ignoring it with every fiber of my being. Every fiber...
With a gasp, I did the only thing I could think to do; I grabbed my friend about the waist, positioned my feet in front of me, and strained backwards, feeling my muscles scream in objection at the amount of resistance I was feeling. I quickly linked my arms together for more leverage, grabbing my wrists in a death-grip.
It was like trying to move a wall a bus being driven by an elephant was resting on, only ten times worse, and it wasn't just keeping her still, no, it was pulling on her as well! What the heck was that thing! And why wouldn't it let go!
"What the heck did you DO!" I yelled over the weird noise the... Vortex-portal-thing was making. The buzz-shoo noise was getting louder by the second, it seemed...
"Oh, so this is MY fault!" Sasha yelled back, sounding quite snappish.
"WELL you obviously did SOMETHING! What'd you do? Insult God's MOTHER?" I shrieked over the noise – which was getting rather loud. "Seriously!"
"I just poked it!" Sasha said quickly and with a slight sense of exasperation as I tried tugging her back while she pushed against the ground.
"OOOHHH! You just POKED IT!" I screamed sarcastically as Sasha – not to mention myself – was tugged a little further into – or towards, in my case – the portal. "What was the number one rule we agreed on, HUH?"
"If we see something supernatural we poke it with a stick first?" Sasha asked, still yelling.
"YES! And if nothing happens, then I poke it! Not you! And that was a JOKE anyway! Why would you take that seriously!" I grit my teeth as our feet slid forward and we were sucked a little closer. By now, our hair and clothes were rising off of our bodies and were being drawn towards the vortex-portal as well.
"Well MAYBE, SOMEONE should have been a little more CLEAR when making that rule!" Sasha snapped as her arm was sucked in up to her elbow. The portal was now sucking at the edges of the knuckles of her other hand. She grimaced, her face scrunching up, whether from pain or exhaustion, I didn't know.
"Oh, is now really the time for this!" I yelled, and we were sucked in another few inches. Sasha's upper arm and elbow of the other arm were now on the edges of the portal. "We're about to DIE, here! Shouldn't we be saying our last words or something!" I yelled. Honestly, that was the only thing I could think to do...
"FINE!" Sasha snapped. "...I'm sorry I never got to meet Jhonen!" She said after a moment.
"Me too!" I shouted. "...I'm sorry I never got to be a successful writer/artist!"
"Me too! ...I'm sorry I never got to go to Doom Con!" A few more inches, now Sasha was up to the edges of her shoulders and I could feel the portal tugging at my feet and wrists.
"Me too!" I shouted again. "I'm sorry I never got the voice actor for Professor Membrane to make me a ring tone!"
"I'm sorry I never got to meet the voice actor for Zim!" Now Sasha had to tilt her head back just to keep talking.
"I'm sorry I never got to meet David Tennant or Matt Smith!"
"I'm sorry they never got to make an Invader Zim movie! Or bring back the series for that matter!"
"I'm sorry you caused the Apocalypse with a can of soda and a lantern!" I snapped.
"ME TOO!" Sasha shrieked, and then, with and almighty jerk and a loud "BOOM!" a flash of light filled our field of vision, and we were both sucked into the portal.
I felt a MAJOR tug in the center of my gut, and then blackness started creeping into my vision until everything turned completely black, but not before I felt myself hit something hard, and saw a flash of light, a black form of a tall figure standing in the middle of it. Then, it was gone, and only darkness remained.
Presumably, we were dead, or at least, that's what it felt like to me... I really didn't have anything to compare It to... Dying. I mean... That's a big thing. A big, big thing.
The only thing that comes close would be saying that it felt like, seeing all that darkness, would be getting a Charlie Horse in your entire soul, you know, since it's so painful, and there's really nothing you can do about it until it decides to go away. Sure, you can rub your leg till it goes away, or put heat or ice on it, but it still hurts...
But, that isn't even remotely close to describing how it felt...
There was a ringing silence after the two disappeared, but after a minute, the sounds of nature quietly picked back up, unaware of what had been lost, but aware that something had happened.
The only ones who did understand were the moon and the stars... And all they could do was stare down at the abandoned tent sadly, and wish that they could tell the parents of the two teens that their kids would, most likely, never return... Ever. They'd seen this too many times to think that they would return.
And yet, life goes on for the rest of the world... Yep, no one notices when two girls are sucked into a portal-thing, of course not...
Of course not...
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