A Fated Reality-Chapter 11
#12 of A Fated Reality
Believe it or not, this is actually VERY popular elsewhere!
I have returned and NOT DIED!
Sorry to keep the wait prolonged!
Anywhozle, this chappy is a bit of a filler; new shocking info is found and I make a cameo appearance! See why below!
I used a video in this! I wanna see some PM's on where it was found! Good luck, you huggabutts!
Enjoy this stupid-ass chappy!
Roll The Film!
"I'm okay, Adam. It's just a bad dream." I told the foreva-clingy Adam as we were in my bed. The boy had been introduced to the others-
As he hid behind my back.
Hazel-Dearly had tried her best to get him from behind me, only succeeding when I had to go to the bathroom and he tried to wait for me outside the door. They had a brief conversation.
Namely 'cause he kept looking at the bathroom door more than Hazel-Bless Her Soul.
Chris and Aurora had came around the corner when I left the bathroom, grabbing Adam for a surprise around the corner.
If he woulda stopped screaming, he woulda realized that the surprise was friendship.
Jackson had shrugged when Adam decided to grow a pair and ask what his Fated was. Instead of Jackson showing him his Fated, we all thought it was a good idea to show ours.
So tell me why his behavior did a 180 when he saw Johnny.
The boyle had immediately scooped up the Fire Weasel Pokemon and cuddled him like he was on his death-bed.
Needless to say, it was picture-savvy.
As soon as the click went off, Adam's face was a tomato, minus his hair, which he had dyed black in the bathroom.
"Aww!" I had said, looking at Tomato-Boy, "Little camera-shy there?"
Adam didn't respond, but I swore that his blush went deeper.
Clara and her sister where in the kitchen making food for the Pokemon. Alistair hovered around, making sure that Clara and Lisa was safe.
Well, mostly Clara.
We all had dinner; the dining room needing chairs for one person-
Colonel.
Dinner? All You Can Eat-Vegas Buffet.
It was lively at the dinner table, conversations everywhere as there was a subject for everything. Son was mentioned here and there, making me stop mid-sentence each time he was.
After din-din, we had cleaned up and turned in for the night. Me and Mister had planned on sleeping together for once.
But that was shot down when Adam came in the middle of the night, saying he was schared.
After that, the bed set-up was Mister and Adam on either side of me as we slept. Mister had my left arm in a vice-grip with Adam doing the same with the right.
During the sleep, I was having a dream...Of my first break-up...
Dreamscape Flashback...
It was the month before I met Mister. Valentine's Day. I was finishing up a chappy for one of my stories when 'he' came in.
'He' was Johnathan Berkley. Wearing his favorite black sleeveless shirt and black shorts, even though it was cold as FUCK outside. Tattoos were all over his body, basically saying that he was some sorta thug.
Boy, you don't run dat thug-life.
His hair was black, 'cause 'it's my race on my shoulders'. And, his face was pudgy, like his 'muscles'.
"Hey bae." John called, walking to me as I sat down and kissed me on the forehead.
"..."I didn't say anything, only slowly closing my computer.
"[Sigh] Job-hunting on Valentine's Day... Not easy..." he said coyly, the lie in his voice extremely evident.
"Oh you were job-hunting?" I questioned with an edge in my voice, catching his attention away from his phone-which he didn't pay for.
"Yeah." he replied, looking at me in analysis-mode.
"That's funny because I went to my sister's house down the street for some new story ideas. After that, I decided to visit Jerome's(Not my brother) house to check if you weren't you know...'fooling around up in there.' And guess who I saw in his bedroom?" I told him, his eyes widening in realization.
"You went to Jerome's?" John responded, trying to see if I was lyin'.
"You should tell Jerome to close his curtains." I said, looking at him vehemently.
"Baby, I can-" John started, but I cut him off.
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"No nigga, let ME explain." I exclaimed, shutting him up. Weird music played in the background, making him look at me in confusion.
"I wrote a song for you for Valentine's Day." I said with a fake smile.
"Oh really?" he replied, looking smug.
"Mm-hmm." I hummed, getting up from my seat and standing by the wall, looking dead at him. He leaned back in his chair in amusement.
Nigga, you ain't gotta car
Nigga you ain't got a job
Nigga you ain't gotta dollar to yo' name~.
Johnathan looked at the wall when he heard this...
I'm through with yo' fuckboy ass niggas
Monopoly niggas
Fuck you and yo' games~.
I flicked him the bird, making him look at me in appallment...
If I want it(You ain't got it.)
If I ask you(You can't buy it.)
He tensed, balling his fist.
You inspire me to be broker
Challenge me to be broker!
Only fuck bad bitches; don't want mediocre.
T.I. said that
And Iggy too~.
Wait, what's that got to do...
With this song just for you?
Confusion was apparent on his face when the lyric was uttered...
Baby, nevermind that~
Go pack yo' bags~
Lemme call this cab for you
Wait, you ain't got no money
Sucks for you~
He laid back, thinking that it was nothing...
Go call Jerome~
Maybe he'll throw you a...bone
His eyes narrowed a bit when I mentioned Jerome...
Give you a loan~
Give you a new home~...
I know y'all gay~
His frustration was becoming evident as his face reddened...
"NBA 2K"
Ain't foolin' me
I know you suck dick for yo'...weed.
He rubbed his mouth, the faintest white stain coming off...
Nigga, I'm leavin' you
Tired of paying yo' bills
Nigga you South Side Chicago
Nigga, I'm Beverly Hills.
His eyes were reddening along with his tomato face...
I got yo' XBox
Yo' food stamps
Yo' bus pass,
And so much more...
Throw it in the bag 'cause nigga you gots to go~...
John looked like he wanted to beat me to the ground to shut me up, but I continued...
I know you fuckin' yo' niggas
Actin' like they "just yo'" niggas
"Playing 2K with yo' niggas"
Coming home at 4 A.M.
Johnathan looked guilty for a secco before returning his glare that I sent to him with venom...
I found yo' Throat Spray~
Yo' Butt Plug~
Yo' dildos~
YOU GAY AS FUUUUUCK!
Throw it in the bag 'cause nigga you gots to go~...
The song was over, but the music continued.
"Baby, please..." John said, nearly popping a blood vessal in his eye in his anger.
I danced lewdly, showing him what he just lost. I flicked him the Bird one last time...
But unlike the break-up, he pulled out a gun from behind him and pulled the trigger...
Dreamscape Flashback End...
Which leads to now as I woke in a cold sweat, Adam waking up alongside me and comforting me to slow my pacing heart.
"Are you sure you don't need anything?" Adam asked me as he watched me lay back.
"I'll be fine, Adam-linger." I said, using a new nickname for him, making him blush in embarrassment.
"Stop c-c-c-allin m-me that..." he stuttered.
"I only said it once." I countered as I fell asleep again, dreamless...
The Next Morning Without Mourning...
I awoke to the smell of...
SPAGHETTI!
I jolted the boys offa me so I can get dressed.
"What's happening?!" Adam cried as he landed on the ground.
"What's going on, Sajuan?" Mister asked me.
"Spaghetti..." Was my creepy reply, putting on my pants in haste. I released C.T.Z and Gustav from their Pokeballs.
'What's going on Daddy?' Gustav asked me as I was ready for my track-run to the kitchen.
"Spaghetti, son...Spaghetti." I responded, speeding off. My words had made my children and Mister's mouth water. They zoomed out of the room, leaving Adam to play catch-up.
"Wait!" he cried, already missing me.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Cynthi-Lindy-Chrishti was making the food of the gods, the rotini noodles being added to the meat-sauce to signify its completion.
"Spaghetti's-!" she didn't get to finish her call as she looked into the hallway...
And had to strafe when she was about to get bowled over by C.T.Z.
The group that had me in it were hungrily awaiting plates and bowls of the magnificent stuff of the artificial persuasion. As soon as Gustav got his bowl, we dug in like animals.
The bowls and plates were cleaned inhumanely in seconds, the eaters done and ready for a second helping. Cynthia smiled at their eagerness.
"Alright, here you go." she said motherly, handing the Spaghetti-Creeps more spaghetti. This time, the spaghetti was eaten agonizingly slow, slow enough to make a Medicham want to punch you. Soon, the last unnecessary slurp of noodles was devoured, and the Spaghetti-Creeps wanted a third helping.
"Don't say that you're full now. You woulda brought it on yourself." Cynthi-Liza said, handing them another helping.
This helping was eaten normally, confusing the late Adam, who was on his second helping after asking. Gustav fed each of his heads. C.T.Z. using a fork for the occasion instead of guzzling it down. I was nearly down, being a natural speed-eater.
"So, are you guys gonna finish anytime soon?" Hazel-Dearly Beloved said as she watched Gustav nurture his heads. C.T.Z patted his belly-bum-bum in satisfaction.
I was still hungry as I finished my helping.
"Wow." Cynthia commented as she also finished her third helping of lovely Spaghetti.
"Hey Cynthi-Misty?" I called as I got up.
"Yeah, Sajuan?" she replied.
"I propose a challenge...First one in a spaghetti burn-out has to buy things for the winner?" I wagered, getting my bowl ready for action.
"Oh you're so on!" she exclaimed, holding her hand out to seal the deal. We hurriedly shook hands so we could get fourth helpings...
Later...
"Sa-juan, Sa-juan, Sa-juan!" "Cyn-th-ia! Cyn-th-ia! Cyn-th-ia!" 'Dad-dy! Dad-dy! Dad-dy!' There were cheers of all kinds as me and Cynthia ate Spaghetti like our lives depended on it.
CLANK!
Me and Cynthia, once again, finished another bowl of spaghetti, adding to the fifteen set counter as we ran for more.
"Wow! Look at them go!" Shauntal called, looking up from the novel she started on our contest.
"This should be in history books!" Steven called, for once breaking character as me and Cynthi-Lindy-Mindy finished our 16th bowls.
"I wanna record this!" Gary exclaimed, getting his Holo-Caster ready for posting vids.
"Why is this not on YouTube already?!" Bruno cried, Lance and Glaci-Nanci nodding vigorously in agreement.
"Pinch me, I must be DREAMING!" Karen called as she watched me and Cynthia go for an 18th helping of Spaghetti. C.T.Z pinched her, much to her cute yelp of pain.
"Can someone pass me the chips?" Marshall asked, only to get glared at by everyone. He shrugged and looked away as we continued to eat.
"Too MUCH!" Malva exclaimed as me and Cynthia passed the 20th marker. Flint hugged her as she passed out, fist-pumping when his hands landed on her breasts.
Perv.
"Why am I the only one cooking the spaghetti?!" Siebold cried as he got his chef-magic in on the stove, making spaghetti quicker than a blur for me and Cynthia's contest...
Later Again...
"This is it folks; The Deciding Hour. Our contestants have reached their 99th bowls after some close calls on both ends. Who will win this exciting Spaghetti-Off?!" cried the announcer as he reported on EVERY NEWS CHANNEL IN EXISTENCE! After a vid on us was posted on YouTube, it was posted on Facebook, then Twitter, then Instagram, then Kik, then Tumblr, then-
Lemme just say EVERY social networking sight on Earth, okay?
Me and Cynthia glared daggers at each other as we were on our last bites, beyond full as our stomachs moderately bulged. I grabbed my fork shakily, Cynthi-Mysti-Longsti doing the same.
"You should give up; I'm not the Spaghetti King for nothing." I told her, holding up my bite.
"Never." she said defiantly, holding up her bite like a mirror. Old West Music played in the background, like we were in a High Noon Showdown on the main dusty roads...
We both launched our forks in our mouths, chewing quickly...
I swallowed first, beating Cynthia as she spat hers out...
"WE HAVE A WINNER, LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!" the announcer...announced to the viewing public. The guy Elite 4 members and Champions cheering me on and patting my back. My kids and Mister group-hugged me as I raised my empty fork.
Cynthia got up from getting rid of the taste of spaghetti in her mouth and walked over to me. The crowd got silent as she strolled over to me. I looked at her and smiled before meeting her half-way.
"That was a good match, huh?" I said, holding out my hand. Cynthia looked at the hand in question, making the audience and myself tense.
Then, she smiled and said, "That is was." She shook my hand, making the announcer go crazy.
"AND THERE YOU HAVE IT FOLKS! THE SPAGHETTI-OFF IS OVER! WHAT'LL HAPPEN NEXT TIME?! I'LL TELL YOU RIGHT NOW! SO-" the announcer was cut off by the narrator.
'I hate to say this, but there will not be any spoilers here!' a mysterious figure appeared in front of the announcer, choke-holding him.
"Who are you?!" I cried as me and Cynthi-Mycoshi stopped our handshake.
'Someone who doesn't like to be spoiled of a good story.' the figure responded, throwing the announcer out the door-door.
"Why did you do that?" Mister questioned, making the figure chuckle.
' 'Cause in my stories, no one gets a revealer before what is revealed happens.' the figure said, smirk in his voice as no one could see his face.
"Stories? You write?" I asked curiously, the figure turning to me in an instant.
'More than you know.' he said before disappearing. As I turned away, I heard a faint voice say
'The Time Of The Wait And Mate Is Nearing Its End...Be Prepared...' The notion only makes me think harder as I returned to celebrating my victory and keeping my title as...
THE SPAGHETTI KING!
Cliffhanger's a right old bitch, isn't it?
This has been mercenary man guy.
So, that was the random-ass chappy!
I once had an ex-boyfriend before all of this happened! There was a Spaghetti-Off, and I got on YouTube! What'll happen next chappy?!
I dunno.
The flashback was a tribute to the girls who have jerks for boyfriends and the occasional guy who gets betrayed! Make sure you tell 'em straight!
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Don't worry; this was the only random chappy...I hope...
Anywhozle...[My friends on FF.net show up suddenly]
Thunder123: You were gonna forget about us?
Koraru Kinomoto: Yeah, I have things to say!
sinfulnature1123: Don't hold out on us, Seje!
Solopuppy: I don't think you're getting outta this one...
TakenPenNames: I have SO much to share!
EchoEternal: Yep, I gotta tell you off for your stories compared to my own!
TheBrightSkys: I and everyone else here deserve a say in these A/N's!
BoltsofAwe: What he said!
N. Aepic Fael: What they said!
Dracoshi: Why am I here? I got chapters of "Pokemon: Exanimated Ordeals" to type!
PikachuXdigimon: "Son of Arceus the chosen One" won't get done by itself, you know?
Everyone SHUT UP![It got quiet] As I was saying...
Moncheli!