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>QUESTION THE WEIRD LADY

   

The different Fern glowered down at the intrusive child. It so happened that this individual was not a fan of children on a good day, and in her honest opinion, the last good day she had was the day she got the whole womb to herself after finally absorbing the first person she had ever met. Naive and optimistic, Willis incorrectly misinterpreted the words "can I help you" as meaning "can I help you," rather than something like "how about you find a nice freeway to play in." You have to give her some credit for actually caring enough to say the other thing, though. Maybe she wasn't all bad? Perhaps that doesn't matter. Some of you were probably going to decide that for yourself no matter how the story goes from here.



WILLIS SAID:

I'm Willis! What's your name?! You smell weird! Are you from the grey zone?! My friend Fern has the same stuff on the outside of her blood, are you friends!?!


CHERYL SAID:

Cheryl. So do you. Yeah, more or less. No, we don't all know each other.


WILLIS SAID:

The little screaming guy said something was wrong this way, have you seen anything wrong? Are you what's wrong?!


CHERYL SAID:

Don't look at me, I just ran out of reading material. Some chick was pretending to be a nurse or something and left me hanging.


WILLIS SAID:

That's Fern!!! She was looking for her baby and then everybody else's babies!!! Did you lose a baby!?


CHERYL SAID:

The kids are...accounted for. I was waiting to pick up the dog from the vet when everything got weird. I mean, different weird than it's supposed to be.


WILLIS SAID:

What's "the dog?!" Is it a grey zone person!?


CHERYL SAID:

Yeah. The little hairy kind that pisses me off.

I actually thought I got a whiff of the bastard when I shifted in here, so I thought I'd poke around for anything that looks shat on and ruined.


WILLIS SAID:

Oh! Maybe that's ZACTLY what's wrong! Is the dog thing full of grey zone bloods??


CHERYL SAID:

Usually.


WILLIS SAID:

Guess WHAT!!! I'm really good at finding bloods!


CHERYL SAID:

Heh.

Just like your mom, huh?


WILLIS SAID:

Yes ma'am!


CHERYL SAID:

I can work with that. I'd definitely love to get the hell on with my life.


WILLIS SAID:

We could help each other find The Dog! I could smell for bloods and you could smell for "pisses you off!" Maybe it would fix the libary!


CHERYL SAID:

Well, it might beat rotting in a waiting room. I think your gross eyeball buddy might be useful too...just not so much at hiding.


WILLIS SAID:

Oh. Well, that's Isaac! He's made of someone else's meats!


CHERYL SAID:

Everything is, kiddo.


WILLIS SAID:

By the way you don't have to steal books at a libary, they're free.


CHERYL SAID:

...Let's get going.






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