Chapter Synopsis: A student at Suzie’s school seems to be losing sleep from a supernatural force! Suzie is determined to help, but first she has to figure out what’s causing him issues.
Author Comment: The geometry teacher is based on a real teacher I had who dressed like a fabulous flamboyant cowboy and had poodles and sponge bob all over his classroom, and students often referred to him as “the gayest straight man we’d ever known”. He made math really fun.
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Well, this is interesting… Are these ghouls actually dark heroes in this case? Stopping a possible rampaging zombie before it started? Or did they just end a possibly sentient being who meant no harm and wanted to go about their unfinished business?
I suppose we’ll never know! XD
Actually for this sort of thing, I had envisioned a sort of Predator - Prey sort of ecosystem.
That does not apply to my tales of Roe the wish granting deer or Bonnie Bones. In those, the assorted undead tend to get along. For them, it is mostly mortals that are the issue.
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The tall, slender plumber hung onto the steering wheel with a death grip as he raced through the streets. The van rattled and banged as though it would fall to pieces at any moment. Glancing over at the passenger seat, he could see his brother, a look of grim determination on his moustachioed face.
“You okay over there, bro?”
The shorter brother didn’t say a word, just pulled his crimson cap, emblazoned with a letter “M” down over his eyes. “Look, just tell me when we get there, okay Weege?”
Luigi frowned, he had always hated that nickname, but sucked it up for the sake of his brother. “We can’t do this on our own. You know that, right?”
“Waddya talking about? We’ve handled bigger problems that this before. Remember when half of Brooklyn flooded and we got down into the sewers to find the block. Used our old skills from working demolition to clear out that clog?”
“Yeah bro, but…”
“Or the time we had to redo that whole mansion when the fly-by night crew they had install the plumbing screwed everything up? If we hadn’t needed to loan Pop the money to keep his pizza shop afloat, we could'a retired after that one.”
“I know that, but Mario, this might be above our pay grade…”
“Bah, a pipe’s a pipe, you know that better than a…”
His jaw dropped as he stared ahead of them.
Luigi stomped on the breaks, screeching to a halt. There, jutting up out of the asphalt in the middle of the intersection of Joralemon and Court, right in front of Brooklyn City Hall was a gigantic green pipe. The thing looked wide enough to swallow a city bus.
Luigi killed the engine and slowly stepped out of the van, staring in awe at the monumental pipe, gripping his wrench in both hands as he just gawked at it. Thunder rumbled and rain began to fall as dark clouds started to gather above them. The ground started to rumble.
Something was coming.
Suddenly, Mario was at his side, pushing him back towards the van and shoving him inside.
“Mario? What’re ya doin’ bro?”
“Nope, nope, no way. It ain’t that we can’t do this on our own, Weege. This ain’t our problem to begin with.”
“Wait, what’re you saying?”
“I’m saying, maybe it’s time we go pay a visit to Grampa down in Jersey. I hear it’s pretty this time of year.”
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Haytwist and her three fiends, um, make that, her three fRiends were laying wait in their chosen ambush spot.
Sopar hissed quietly, “I love Nightmare Night! All that we are going to need is a good net!”
Moana agreed, “And the right place! Wouldn’t do to catch the wrong one!”
Bale pointed excitedly! “Look at the turf! It is starting! This was a great call, Haytwist!”
Haytwist took her end of their net in her mouth, saying, “I was pretty sure that this one would pay off! I visited here for the last several days. I could smell it down there! I nearly watered the whole place by drooling so much!”
While they watched with rapt attention, a decaying hoof pierced up through the sod! It was followed by a head, equally rotting. Another hoof shoved through! With a heave accompanied by some scrabbling, the rest of the rotting zombie rose from its grave in the Ponyville cemetery!
The four charged forward! They encircled the undead creature with the net! Bucking the monster from its hooves, they finished entwining it in the meshes!
Sopar slammed it in the head with a stout club! It took three powerful strokes before the unponylike glow faded from its moldering eyesockets and the undead truly became dead!
The four dragged the now quiescent corpse into the bushes. They lifted it to a portable table and removed their net to use again, some other time.
Bale picked up a plate and big carving knife. “What would you like, Haytwist? This was your idea, so you get the choice cut!”
Haytwist’s smile showing very unponylike fangs, she replied, “Shoulder slices for me!”
Soon the glade was filled with the festive sounds of Ponyville’s secret ghouls happily feasting on the carcass of the fallen zombie!
Why do I have the feeling that much like the sharks, even now that it has been explained Minami will not believe it. He will never believe that he is responsible for his own downfall and he will forever blame Dee and friends for his self-inflicted woe.
You have that feeling because you have read the character with precision! Even intellectually knowing the events is unlikely to stop his obsession with IT WAS NOT MY FAULT! Therefore, there must be a reason to blame SOMEONE ELSE!
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