Mikey and the toaster genie [NOW HAS A THIRD PART!!]
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Re: Mikey and the toaster genie [NOW HAS A THIRD PART!!]
by the_hungry_muffin! on Fri Apr 25, 2008 7:54 am
yaaaaay!!!!! fannyart!!!!
*gigglesnork*
i was listening to them at lunch, revising computing
i dont know if i'll be on much till uhrmm...the 3rd of june? coz thats aboot when my exams end...and i have to pass...D'X
ilymore!!!
*gigglesnork*
i was listening to them at lunch, revising computing
i dont know if i'll be on much till uhrmm...the 3rd of june? coz thats aboot when my exams end...and i have to pass...D'X
ilymore!!!
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Re: Mikey and the toaster genie [NOW HAS A THIRD PART!!]
by the_hungry_muffin! on Sat Apr 26, 2008 8:37 pm
gah. i changed some of the second part.
and the Rmy is being a douchebag, i cant log in again...am i seriously the one with that problemmo? D'X
and on another note, our lesson for today is that Mindless Self Indulgence + Combichrist = AWESOMESAUSAGE
which reminds me, im proper vegetarian now.
LOVE ZE AMINALZ
haha cherry
im sorry. its 2.30am and im lonely and a little bit sleep deprived...goodbye...
and the Rmy is being a douchebag, i cant log in again...am i seriously the one with that problemmo? D'X
and on another note, our lesson for today is that Mindless Self Indulgence + Combichrist = AWESOMESAUSAGE
which reminds me, im proper vegetarian now.
LOVE ZE AMINALZ
haha cherry
im sorry. its 2.30am and im lonely and a little bit sleep deprived...goodbye...
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Re: Mikey and the toaster genie [NOW HAS A THIRD PART!!]
by lettuce on Sun May 04, 2008 8:43 pm
I read the first part, and it was quite hilarious.
*Can see Frank's teddy bear taking over the world now.*
I'm gonna read the next part tomorrow. >3<
*So very curious to see what you wrote, but at the same time so very tired.* D:
*Goes to sleep.*
*Can see Frank's teddy bear taking over the world now.*
I'm gonna read the next part tomorrow. >3<
*So very curious to see what you wrote, but at the same time so very tired.* D:
*Goes to sleep.*
Re: Mikey and the toaster genie [NOW HAS A THIRD PART!!]
by the_hungry_muffin! on Mon May 05, 2008 3:32 pm
XDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXD
*pats head*
ok, go to sleep...
*pats head*
ok, go to sleep...
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Re: Mikey and the toaster genie [NOW HAS A THIRD PART!!]
by lettuce on Tue May 06, 2008 2:38 pm
the_hungry_muffin! wrote:XDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXD
*pats head*
ok, go to sleep...
Lol, I read the second part.
I love how oblivious they all are to the fact that the hob was actually the evil toaster thing. >3<
And the part where Mikey was turned into a toaster. =)
"It just... felt so right." XD
Re: Mikey and the toaster genie [NOW HAS A THIRD PART!!]
by the_hungry_muffin! on Wed May 07, 2008 4:32 am
lettuce wrote:the_hungry_muffin! wrote:XDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXD
*pats head*
ok, go to sleep...
Lol, I read the second part.
I love how oblivious they all are to the fact that the hob was actually the evil toaster thing. >3<
And the part where Mikey was turned into a toaster. =)
"It just... felt so right." XD
XD
its actually like, my favourite thing i've ever written, namely because, like, what you just mentioned...
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Re: Mikey and the toaster genie [NOW HAS A THIRD PART!!]
by lettuce on Wed May 07, 2008 7:04 pm
the_hungry_muffin! wrote:lettuce wrote:the_hungry_muffin! wrote:XDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXD
*pats head*
ok, go to sleep...
Lol, I read the second part.
I love how oblivious they all are to the fact that the hob was actually the evil toaster thing. >3<
And the part where Mikey was turned into a toaster. =)
"It just... felt so right." XD
XD
its actually like, my favourite thing i've ever written, namely because, like, what you just mentioned...
Lol.
Yeah.
Re: Mikey and the toaster genie [NOW HAS A THIRD PART!!]
by the_hungry_muffin! on Fri May 09, 2008 6:06 pm
XD
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Re: Mikey and the toaster genie [NOW HAS A THIRD PART!!]
by the_hungry_muffin! on Mon Jun 09, 2008 12:15 pm
Mikey still wasn’t fully recovered from walking in on Frank and Bob. It wasn’t from lack of trying, it was just. So many worlds of eewww.
He flopped back in his bunk, sighing and pulling his curtain closed, seeing as neither Bob nor Frank seemed to have the courtesy to close the curtain to Bob’s bunk, opposite Mikey‘s. Bastards.
Mikey wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to have sex again, what with all that the slightly muffled (and completely inconsiderate) men opposite him would seem to be having. Little Mikey might never be the same again…
Though Mikey still supposed he couldn’t really hold their happiness against them, he still really wished they could like, save expressing it till hotel nights…don’t even wanna think about that…
Mikey guesses he must have drifted off, because he is woken by a scream.
A girlish scream.
A scream he hoped never to hear.
The girlish scream of Bob.
It only takes Mikey about a second to spring into action, slithering out of his bunk and stumbling over to where Bob’s bunk has been invaded by his other bandmates, Gerard is there, leaning over and Frank-shaped mass and swearing like a sailor. He apparently hears the thump of Mikey’s feet as he gets out of bed, because without turning around, Gerard tells Mikey to go back to bed.
“Why?”
“This. Uh. Just sleep Mikes.”
“But B-”
“Mikey.”
With a huff Mikey slips back into bed, but doesn’t close his eyes.
“What. Thefuck happened to him Bob?”
Gerard’s voice is hushed and desperate, and Mikey wishes that Gee would realise he’s a grown man, he can handle whatever mishap they’ve had now, even if it does involve things that are unimaginable amounts of disgusting, like two men doing it…
“Bob, how the shit did this happen?”
That was Ray’s distinctive squeak.
“I don‘t fucking know!”
“Keep it down. I don‘t want Mikey seeing this.”
“Dude, he is so gonna hurl if he sees this…” Ray sounds almost gleeful at the prospect, but Gerard soon reproves him sharply.
“Sh. How the fuck did Frank get it stuck to his face anyway?”
“Fuck that. How do we get it off?”
“Mmmpphhh!!!”
“Whoah. Chill Frank, dude…just-just keep still…we‘re gonna get this offa ya, don‘t worry.”
Mikey turns to the wall, back facing the hushed voices of his bandmates, curling his knees to his chest and grumbling about how he won’t hurl…he’s not a twelve year old girl, for god’s sakes.
“Fuck.”
“We have to get Mikey.”
“But-”
“He‘s a grown man, Gee. Frank‘s his bee eff eff. We need him to help.”
“Fuck sakes-”
“Mikey! Up!!”
Mikey slips out of bed and pads over to Bob’s bunk, where the rest of the band has assembled, raising an eyebrow as Gerard reaches for his arm, looking like someone just made him watch Frank getting his latest ta--oh.
There is a teddy bear attached to Frank’s face.
“What. Thefuck.” Mikey keens, eyeing up the scruffy old stuffed toy.
“I…dunno what happened. One minute we were just-”
“Yeah. We can guess what you were doing.”
“Fuck you. We were…y‘know. Then Frank just gasps and jumps and…well…y‘can see…”
Bob looks more confused than anything.
“Well, uhh…I think we should try and get this thing off his face…”
“Really Mike? Y‘don‘t say?”
“Fuck sakes Ger- this isn‘t the time for some sibling bitching match…in case you haven‘t noticed, our rhythm guitarist has a stuffed fucking toy stuck to his face?”
Mikey looks at Ray, who glares at Gerard for a moment before turning his attention back to Frank, who’s carefully slotting his own fingers under the side of the teddy, wriggling them about as it begins slowly to peel away from his skin.
“Ugh. Oh my god, Frank, that is so gross…”
“And you were worried about me puking?” Mikey smirks as he steps forward to help Frank ease the bear off his face, and grimacing at how clammy the skin underneath is.
With a small squeak the bear comes right away from Frank’s skin, Frank drawing in a gasp and coughing before he reaches behind his head and grabs at Bob‘s t-shirt, Mikey making a grab for the bear before it can get away.
“Uh. Frank. Isn‘t this Mister Buggles?” Gerard asks, examining the bear clutched in his brother’s hand with a furrowed brow.
“Yeah, fucker. It‘s me, the stuffed toy. Get the hell outta my face.”
“Mister-?” Frank breathes, turning his head from where it’s buried in Bob’s chest to peer at the bear. “Mister Buggles!” He cries joyously, snatching at the bear and hugging him close to his chest.
“Um. This is a really beautiful moment and all, but am I right in thinking that the bear now talks? Or have I finally cracked under all the weirdness?”
Everybody glances up at Ray, eyes widening in sudden realisation. Except Frank, who’s hugging Mister Buggles against his chest and cooing quietly to the bear, Bob left forgotten at the sidelines.
“Yes, I talk. Frank, though I have undoubtedly missed you, y‘re fuckin‘ suffocating me here.”
Frank draws away, wide eyed, mouth working in surprised little goldfish-gulps.
“I-”
“Don‘t even start Frank. You do that to everyone. Um, where did the bear come from anyway?”
“Well, after y‘all chucked me outta the bus, I lay helpless on the side of the road for a few months, until this wizard dude picked me up-”
“Wizard? Uh-”
“Yes, Ray, wizard. He picked me up and looked after me. Unfortunately, he was also deranged, and enchanted me to speak…”
The bear claws out of Mikey’s slack grasp, jumping onto Frank’s lap and snuggling against him.
The bear apparently now purrs, too.
“So, anyway, the wizard was also obsessed with the alien movies, and has apparently never heard of animatronics and CGI, so he kept trying to figure out what enchantment they used to make the aliens, and I was his test subject…sorry about that Frank. So anyway-”
“Uh. Am I the only one who can remember WHY they attach to peoples‘ faces?” Ray interjected, looking more than a little spooked.
Frank’s eyes go wide, “Holy shit. Holyshitholyshitholyshit. Are you telling they-they‘re gonna…little bears are gonna bust out my fucking stomach?”
Bobs hand slips over Franks stomach, heartbreaking worry coming over his face
“Uh. I really don’t know. I kinda…escaped before he could get done with his experiments. I missed ya Frank. And animal testing is wrong.’
Gerard unexpectedly lets out a bark of laughter, turning away from the bunk and holding at his stomach as he descends into a fit of hysterical giggles, stumbling out half-words and phrases as he sinks to his knees. Ray drops to his knees beside him and gently urges him to his feet, escorting him to the front of the bus with soft reassuring sounds.
“Huh.” Mister Buggles starts mildly, “Always did think that guy was a bit…y‘know…on the edge.”
“Don‘t worry, we always knew it.”
Mikey is itching to get away from Frank and Bob, and the bear, to check on his brother, but for some reason his legs won’t work.
“By the way, Mikey, sorry about…y’know…biting you…”
The bear is looking up at Mikey, and it takes him a minute to recall when he was bitten, but when he does he smiles and says its ok.
They begin to exchange casual conversation, Frank shifting around on the bed so he can lean properly against Bob’s chest.
Suddenly Frank stills, eyes going wide and breath catching on a gasp as his hands fly to cover his stomach like pale, tattooed spiders and-
Mikey woke up in a cold sweat, covers twisted around his frame and quiet, sated voices still filtering through from the bunk opposite.
“Mm…Bob, you magnificent stallion…g‘night…”
Mikey battled with himself for a few moments, still spooked from the dream, but like that’s ever gonna happen…
“Shut the fuck up already, lovebirds!”
“Fuck you Mikey!” Bob retorted.
“Fuck you, Bob” Frank added on a whisper, barely audible but still incredibly icky.
With a sigh Mikey shoved his pillow over his head and tried to get back to sleep, preferring even nightmares, over that.
He flopped back in his bunk, sighing and pulling his curtain closed, seeing as neither Bob nor Frank seemed to have the courtesy to close the curtain to Bob’s bunk, opposite Mikey‘s. Bastards.
Mikey wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to have sex again, what with all that the slightly muffled (and completely inconsiderate) men opposite him would seem to be having. Little Mikey might never be the same again…
Though Mikey still supposed he couldn’t really hold their happiness against them, he still really wished they could like, save expressing it till hotel nights…don’t even wanna think about that…
Mikey guesses he must have drifted off, because he is woken by a scream.
A girlish scream.
A scream he hoped never to hear.
The girlish scream of Bob.
It only takes Mikey about a second to spring into action, slithering out of his bunk and stumbling over to where Bob’s bunk has been invaded by his other bandmates, Gerard is there, leaning over and Frank-shaped mass and swearing like a sailor. He apparently hears the thump of Mikey’s feet as he gets out of bed, because without turning around, Gerard tells Mikey to go back to bed.
“Why?”
“This. Uh. Just sleep Mikes.”
“But B-”
“Mikey.”
With a huff Mikey slips back into bed, but doesn’t close his eyes.
“What. Thefuck happened to him Bob?”
Gerard’s voice is hushed and desperate, and Mikey wishes that Gee would realise he’s a grown man, he can handle whatever mishap they’ve had now, even if it does involve things that are unimaginable amounts of disgusting, like two men doing it…
“Bob, how the shit did this happen?”
That was Ray’s distinctive squeak.
“I don‘t fucking know!”
“Keep it down. I don‘t want Mikey seeing this.”
“Dude, he is so gonna hurl if he sees this…” Ray sounds almost gleeful at the prospect, but Gerard soon reproves him sharply.
“Sh. How the fuck did Frank get it stuck to his face anyway?”
“Fuck that. How do we get it off?”
“Mmmpphhh!!!”
“Whoah. Chill Frank, dude…just-just keep still…we‘re gonna get this offa ya, don‘t worry.”
Mikey turns to the wall, back facing the hushed voices of his bandmates, curling his knees to his chest and grumbling about how he won’t hurl…he’s not a twelve year old girl, for god’s sakes.
“Fuck.”
“We have to get Mikey.”
“But-”
“He‘s a grown man, Gee. Frank‘s his bee eff eff. We need him to help.”
“Fuck sakes-”
“Mikey! Up!!”
Mikey slips out of bed and pads over to Bob’s bunk, where the rest of the band has assembled, raising an eyebrow as Gerard reaches for his arm, looking like someone just made him watch Frank getting his latest ta--oh.
There is a teddy bear attached to Frank’s face.
“What. Thefuck.” Mikey keens, eyeing up the scruffy old stuffed toy.
“I…dunno what happened. One minute we were just-”
“Yeah. We can guess what you were doing.”
“Fuck you. We were…y‘know. Then Frank just gasps and jumps and…well…y‘can see…”
Bob looks more confused than anything.
“Well, uhh…I think we should try and get this thing off his face…”
“Really Mike? Y‘don‘t say?”
“Fuck sakes Ger- this isn‘t the time for some sibling bitching match…in case you haven‘t noticed, our rhythm guitarist has a stuffed fucking toy stuck to his face?”
Mikey looks at Ray, who glares at Gerard for a moment before turning his attention back to Frank, who’s carefully slotting his own fingers under the side of the teddy, wriggling them about as it begins slowly to peel away from his skin.
“Ugh. Oh my god, Frank, that is so gross…”
“And you were worried about me puking?” Mikey smirks as he steps forward to help Frank ease the bear off his face, and grimacing at how clammy the skin underneath is.
With a small squeak the bear comes right away from Frank’s skin, Frank drawing in a gasp and coughing before he reaches behind his head and grabs at Bob‘s t-shirt, Mikey making a grab for the bear before it can get away.
“Uh. Frank. Isn‘t this Mister Buggles?” Gerard asks, examining the bear clutched in his brother’s hand with a furrowed brow.
“Yeah, fucker. It‘s me, the stuffed toy. Get the hell outta my face.”
“Mister-?” Frank breathes, turning his head from where it’s buried in Bob’s chest to peer at the bear. “Mister Buggles!” He cries joyously, snatching at the bear and hugging him close to his chest.
“Um. This is a really beautiful moment and all, but am I right in thinking that the bear now talks? Or have I finally cracked under all the weirdness?”
Everybody glances up at Ray, eyes widening in sudden realisation. Except Frank, who’s hugging Mister Buggles against his chest and cooing quietly to the bear, Bob left forgotten at the sidelines.
“Yes, I talk. Frank, though I have undoubtedly missed you, y‘re fuckin‘ suffocating me here.”
Frank draws away, wide eyed, mouth working in surprised little goldfish-gulps.
“I-”
“Don‘t even start Frank. You do that to everyone. Um, where did the bear come from anyway?”
“Well, after y‘all chucked me outta the bus, I lay helpless on the side of the road for a few months, until this wizard dude picked me up-”
“Wizard? Uh-”
“Yes, Ray, wizard. He picked me up and looked after me. Unfortunately, he was also deranged, and enchanted me to speak…”
The bear claws out of Mikey’s slack grasp, jumping onto Frank’s lap and snuggling against him.
The bear apparently now purrs, too.
“So, anyway, the wizard was also obsessed with the alien movies, and has apparently never heard of animatronics and CGI, so he kept trying to figure out what enchantment they used to make the aliens, and I was his test subject…sorry about that Frank. So anyway-”
“Uh. Am I the only one who can remember WHY they attach to peoples‘ faces?” Ray interjected, looking more than a little spooked.
Frank’s eyes go wide, “Holy shit. Holyshitholyshitholyshit. Are you telling they-they‘re gonna…little bears are gonna bust out my fucking stomach?”
Bobs hand slips over Franks stomach, heartbreaking worry coming over his face
“Uh. I really don’t know. I kinda…escaped before he could get done with his experiments. I missed ya Frank. And animal testing is wrong.’
Gerard unexpectedly lets out a bark of laughter, turning away from the bunk and holding at his stomach as he descends into a fit of hysterical giggles, stumbling out half-words and phrases as he sinks to his knees. Ray drops to his knees beside him and gently urges him to his feet, escorting him to the front of the bus with soft reassuring sounds.
“Huh.” Mister Buggles starts mildly, “Always did think that guy was a bit…y‘know…on the edge.”
“Don‘t worry, we always knew it.”
Mikey is itching to get away from Frank and Bob, and the bear, to check on his brother, but for some reason his legs won’t work.
“By the way, Mikey, sorry about…y’know…biting you…”
The bear is looking up at Mikey, and it takes him a minute to recall when he was bitten, but when he does he smiles and says its ok.
They begin to exchange casual conversation, Frank shifting around on the bed so he can lean properly against Bob’s chest.
Suddenly Frank stills, eyes going wide and breath catching on a gasp as his hands fly to cover his stomach like pale, tattooed spiders and-
Mikey woke up in a cold sweat, covers twisted around his frame and quiet, sated voices still filtering through from the bunk opposite.
“Mm…Bob, you magnificent stallion…g‘night…”
Mikey battled with himself for a few moments, still spooked from the dream, but like that’s ever gonna happen…
“Shut the fuck up already, lovebirds!”
“Fuck you Mikey!” Bob retorted.
“Fuck you, Bob” Frank added on a whisper, barely audible but still incredibly icky.
With a sigh Mikey shoved his pillow over his head and tried to get back to sleep, preferring even nightmares, over that.
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