Creep: Ready for another emo-filled “Imagination Jumpstart” story?
Erik: *checks title* So it gets better? Did you read this one?
Creep: No, this is literally the title of the fic, bro. XD
Erik: I swear to God, I am going to lose it if I go through another blind fic.
Creep: No, this is IJ again and thankfully, it’s not long. It’s still Sparky being emo about Francis...the usual stuff.
It was raining outside again.
Erik: Oh God damn it.
Hard to believe he would have to be forced to spend that spring break indoors instead of outside catching frogs.
Creep: Because......that’s....part of his character?
Sparky sighed depressingly and glued his nose against the cold glass of the living room window.
Creep: Slightly bent like Phineas.
Erik: For a bright optimistic, he sure is depressed all the time.
With Leo out for the day with their father
Creep: Don’t you mean “stepfather”, Ash? *smirks*
, he felt like the world was passing him by and he could do nothing to catch up. On any normal occasion, he would pull on his boots and go splashing outside with Tippy, his pet numbat. Tippy loved bouncing about in the water... once he got wet. If Sparky or Leo did not drop him in a puddle first, then he would refuse to go in.
Erik: ...The hell IS a numbat?
Creep: As Ash said before, it’s not a wolf or a dog...
But Tippy was elsewhere, playing with his wound-up green ladybug. He had been outside that morning when Sparky was running errands with his mother, and he only came in when the rain had begun.
Erik: ...Sooo...how does a “dog” creature play with a wind up toy?
Creep: Oh wait, numbats DO exist in real life..
Erik: ...No shit.
Creep: They’re anteaters.
Erik: ...I thought anteaters were called...anteaters.
Creep: Well, this thing has a snout of a squirrel, so....one would think Ash completely made this anyable up.
Erik: Not really. She’s just obviously taking a very vague animal to rip off Perry.
Creep: That lives in Australia....just like platypi.
Sirens blared down the street. Sparky raised his head with a soft gasp and noticed the red and white lights of an ambulance as it rolled down the street at incredible speed. Either it was on its way to an accident, or else it was on its way to the hospital.
"Ana... your Daddy isn't coming home."
Erik: Are we still fucking on this?
Creep: It’s Ash, bro; it’s her “schick”. You know, Paola has stupidity, Ely has pretentiousness, Galaxy-Paw has gay plant fetishes and Ash has the emo dead dad stuff.
Erik: Right right...the emo one, the stupid one, the pretentious one, and the creepy crybaby.
Sparky groaned and Erik groaned with him and looked away while closing his eyes. Ambulances reminded him of car accidents, and car accidents reminded him of his biological father. He had been too young to remember what exactly had happened that night, but he knew that his sister, Anastasia, had stolen a peek at the man when the doctors had announced him dead.
Erik: ….Shut...the fuck up....about your Dad.
Sparky was glad he had not seen that, but he regretted the loss of that night. Francis had been his hero.
Why do heroes always die, anyway?
Creep: You know, if I even saw or heard of his antics, I still wouldn’t call him a hero.
Erik: How the fuck was he your hero when you didn’t fucking know him?
Creep: Again....what did he do? What accomplishments earn him the title....”hero”.
Erik: Banging your Mom doesn’t qualify for being a hero. I’m sorry, did I miss something? I was under the impression that he hadn’t seen his Dad since he was two...is that different in IJ?
Creep: Inventing stuff is not being a hero. Doing stuff that little kids cannot do (as you said in that last fic with Francis)...is not being a fuckin’ hero.
Erik: Why didn’t they just have him die in the military? Then you could at least call him a hero.
Creep: Does this series even have an antagonist?
Erik: Yes. Francis is the antagonist. He’s antagonising me.
Tippy leaped onto the couch from the ground—he had come to sit next to his owner after getting tired of playing with his toy. He cooed softly and lowered his ears before settling down next to Sparky's cheek.
Creep: Lemme guess, Francis gave Sparky Tippy from a trip, didn’t he?
"Sorry, Bud; I forgot you can sense negative vibes just as well as I can," Sparky mumbled as his pet began to purr.
"Ah; so that's what I felt."
Erik: ...Either this is formatted badly or Tippy talked.
Creep: Aren’t adult numbats not fond of being with others? I mean....they’re apparently loners.
Erik: Quick question, CreepE: Did you just look this fact up?
Erik: So you JUST found out what numbats were and managed to look this up...but Ash couldn’t be arsed. She couldn’t be bothered to do a minimal amount of research you found in five minutes after learning of their existence.
Creep: I thought numbats were fictional ‘til I looked it up. 5 seconds, bro; I opened another tab for it.
Sparky raised his head at these words and looked over his shoulder. A tall eighteen-year-old was walking towards him while holding a mug of hot chocolate.
Creep: Or Ana. =\
She smiled warmly behind the thick black hair that covered half of her face from view. "That and I heard sirens," she said while sitting next to her little brother. Handing him the mug, she added, "Negative vibes are hard to ignore."
Erik: ….What the hell? Are these guys psychic?
Creep: It’s hippy talk, bro.
"Yush, they are," Sparky replied while raising the mug to his lips.
Erik: I wanna smack him for some reason. I hate it when people fuckin’ say “Yush”.
"But, a man once told me there needs to be a balance. So eventually... the sun will start to shine again."
Creep: If there were balance, we wouldn’t have so many fics focusing on Francis, would we, Ash?
Erik: Why don’t these people sound like teenagers?
Creep: Because people can’t write other generations.
Sparky grinned weakly at these words, remembering how his father used to pester his mother with them.
Creep: Being “wise” is also not a heroic feat. I mean, come on! How about he saved a cat from a tree or something? That’d at least be something heroic...
Anastasia reached over and rubbed her brother's head. "It'll get better, Short Stuf," she replied.
And eventually, they did.
Erik: Not as bad as before, but it really makes me wonder why the hell this kid is called Sparky. They say it’s based off his happy personality, but I don’t see it. Every time I see this kid, he’s being emo as hell. I would have nicknamed him Eeyore.
Creep: Again, completely pointless. It makes me wonder how Ash finds this entertaining....seriously, after writing it so many times for the P&F fics, you’d think she’d get sick of everyone being fuckin’ mopey. GET OVER IT! I cried less when I got my teeth ripped out!
Erik: ...Uhhh...you shouldn’t cry at all, bro. I got my wisdom teeth pulled out too, stiches and shit. Didn’t even hurt.
Creep: Don’t ruin the joke, bro. =\
Erik: ...But seriously, my Mom has PTSD and doesn’t get this freaking emotional.
Creep: Speaking of P&F fics, we got a lovely one about Ferb’s mother and him being emo over her.
Erik: ...Fuck another Ash fic? How long?
Creep: This one....is a decent amount. =3
Erik: ...Is it as long as the last one? >.<
Creep: Not AS long, but a decent amount. OH and apparently, Phineas has a “Candace” moment in this.
Erik: ...Fuck get the doc ready. I’ll be in the other one.