Creep: And we’re back to sporking Ash’s original stuff again. This time, Ana deals with the bloody and gorey death of her father Jes--I mean Francis.
She fell against her covers and buried her face in her pillows. Never had she been more thankful for being a makeup hater—her tears would have made it run down her cheeks.
Creep: Your dad died? Is that why you’re crying to make us have any form of sympathic, especially over a whiny, whimpy character like your father?
Erik: ...Your Dad died and you’re worrying about make up?
She pulled the elastic out of her hair and let it flow down to her sides, spreading over the pillows like a spider's web. The bruise on her cheek pulsed with pain the more she cried, refusing the company of anyone yet longing for everyone all at once.
Creep: What, did you get smacked or something?
Erik: In addition to being a wimp, Francis is a bully who beats his children.
Ana tried with all her might to think of a day that could be just as horrible, if not worse, than that week had been. The bullying, the threats,
the laughs… the bruised knuckles, the week's worth of Detention, Mitch's temper rising to the point that he actually snapped at her, his best friend's daughter.
Creep: ...wait what?
Erik: Because apparently you should be treated like a goddess for knowing the principal.
Her mother scolding her for making a mess in the study room and for mistreating Tippy, despite the animal's attempt in cheering her up.
Erik: A secret agent turtle.
Creep: Oh no wait, it’s a dog apparently...
Erik: *sigh* I wanted to see if you’d buy that. <.<
Creep: A very....oddly colored dog.
Creep: Oh silly me...it’s not a dog; it’s a....”numbat”. kicsterash.deviantart.com/art/…
Erik: Oh hey, kids have a pet of a species I have never heard of. Have you heard of a numbat before?
Creep: I think this is one of those surreal animals that are apparently common with this series...you know, being about “imagination”.
Erik: Oooh! You know what would be more imaginative? Giving it a fedora! And a nemesis! Yeah! I mean, you already made another uncommon surreal pet nobody has heard of and even given it a similar name...why not make it a bloody agent too?
Creep: It’s more of a goofy animal rather than....a cool animal.
Erik: Because Perry wasn’t goofy at all. <.< It’s more of a rip off rather than...a goofy animal.
Creep: Well, it’s more of a rip-off of how Ash portrays Perry in her fanworks: overly-adorable and innocent-looking, a grump towards certain people, etc.
Her best friends, trying to get her out of the house and hang out at the mall, eating icecream—she had refused them with angry shouts. Her boyfriend, Dominic, who actually had to raise his usual soft voice and yell at her to grow up when she tried starting a fight at the club.
Erik: Oh thanks for establishing her age earlier.
And her little brothers… the only two left on the planet who had the power to make her smile…
Creep: Hmmm, little brothers? Yeah, sound familar...
Erik: ...Well it sounds familiar when you realize they are the same age and are super optimistic.
had given up on her with disappointment and resentment in their eyes. Ana had not realized how far her actions had gone until yesterday, when Sparky cursed her and openly expressed his disgust in the one person he had left to look up to.
Creep: You’re right, Ash...it’s not Phineas at all.
Erik: If I replaced his name with Phineas, this would still sound like your typical Ash P&F fic.
"You liar! You big fat liar! You promised me you would always be there for me! You said you'd take care of me! You broke your promise! I hate you! I HATE YOUUUUU!!!"
Creep: Man, if only if I knew what the hell was going on, I feel somewhat invested!
Erik: Man telling us what the hell is going on As--oh CreepE said it first.
Creep: See, this is another issue with Ash’s work; there’s always a fic where something big and dramatic happened and Ash takes a long-ass time to explaining what happened. She expects us to be interested when really we’re confused.
Erik: If we’re lucky, she takes a long-ass time to explain what happened. Last time, we never found out at all!
Creep: If you’re gonna do “original stuff”, you need to explain your work a little more. >.>
The refusal that night when she asked to speak to him was like taking a bullet to her chest. Galileo refused to let her in their room because of the way she had acted in front of them. If any child knew the importance of being an elder sibling, it was Leo.
Erik: Who the hell is Galileo? Introduce your damn characters. This isn’t the 13th chapter of Harry Potter. This is a new story!
Creep: That blue-haired stepbrother of Sparky’s who’s actually Ferb.
Erik: ...I thought that was Leo? Oh wait, duh! GaliLeo
Creep: “Leo” is what I assume is his nickname. Also, Tippy IS Perry incarnate; Ash actually considered making him into a secret agent, but apparently would have made him a “Perry-Sue”...
Erik: ...Link me where she said that.
Creep: It’s the description of “Tippy the Numbat”.
Erik: Hear that readers? Go check it out.
"I may be an only child biologically, but I know my place in a blended family, Ana. And that's being a good role model for my little brother… Something I am disappointed to say you failed to do today."
Erik: ...Thinking back, Ash WAS under the impression that Ferb was older for some reason...even though...the joined family was made solely to stop that.
Creep: Lots of people was under the impression that Ferb was older and once again, being in a step-family is always an issue; living up to the classic stereotype, eh Ash?
Erik: It’s always a struggle being in a stepfamily. How oh how can we ever live up to the expectations of Ash’s model White Family? So perfect and together? We just can’t compete!
He had never been more right. While Ana had honestly believed her actions were for the better, she realized that it had only made things worse.
Creep: What did she do???
She provided a bad example for her little brothers, she had acted like a monster and a scrooge towards Tanya and Victor, and she had embarrassed Dominic on their date.
Creep: WHAT. DID. SHE. DO?????
Erik: Losing interest...losing interest....
She had refused her guardian's help even when he offered it, and then had him yell at her at the school because she was scaring the younger students. She traumatized Tippy by throwing rocks at him—thankfully with bad aim—and she had made her parents angry when she disobeyed them.
Creep: ...she threw rocks at her pet?
Erik: Interest lost.
She had hurt those she cared for even more by fighting with force. All because she thought force would make people realize that her family was good, whether her father was dead or not.
Creep: You started this shit because of Francis?
Erik: Francis really fucked up his kids. So...wait...she threw rocks at her pet solely because her Dad died? Fuck you. I would send your pet to a shelter.
Creep: It’s like tying your pet cat to a brick and tossing into the ocean just because you missed a TV show one time. HOORAY FOR ANIMAL ABUSE!
Erik: *kicks CreepE in the stomach* >(
Creep: >.< That was sarcasm....
Erik: That’s for being completely unrelated to my Mother’s arrest 10 years ago! How DARE she be arrested you have nothing to do with it?! *throws rocks at puppy next*
Dad would be proud was what she had thought at the beginning of the week.
Erik: For throwing rocks at a defenseless animals. Isn’t that the argument the Christians used to rape and pillage the Native Americans?
She was protecting her little brother, like he had wanted. But now, she knew she had gone too far.
Creep: So how did protecting her brother end up in this scenario?
Erik: Tippy had fleas. She had to kill Tippy with rocks to protect her brother.
Her father had always frowned upon violence, and even when he got angry and raised his voice at a co-worker or even his best friend, he returned afterwards and asked for forgiveness.
Creep: Francis also has bipolar disorder.
Erik: He frowns on violence, so to please him you throw rocks at your pets. Hey, maybe there’s more to this. I don’t know. But Ash sure as hell isn’t going to enlighten me.
Had he survived the car accident, he probably would have forgiven the man who had hit him.
Creep: I honestly think that Ash literally cannot force herself to write a single P&F fic or a IJ story that doesn’t connect back to a dead dad. Not one.
Erik: First rule in writing: Write what you know. Ash’s Dad is alive and she has no clue what a dead parent or a step-family is like. So why oh WHY does she keep writing about it?
He wouldn't be proud of her. In fact, he would be incredibly disappointed.
Creep: Yes, because Francis of all people should be the one to judge...even thought the last story we read had him crying at his 5-year-old daughter.
Erik: Oh right, I guess this explains her problems with animals and her own emotional shit.
Years of being a victim to bullying had pushed Ana over the edge,
Erik: Victim huh? You were throwing rocks at a defenseless fuckin’ animal.
and now she felt as though her whole world was falling apart. She was useless, ugly, disobedient, unoriginal and worthless. The few words she had hoped to never call herself.
Creep: “Unoriginal”? I don’t think that’s a good word to use; if you mean like she’s a rip-off of Candace, then that makes sense.
Erik: See, Francis? See what you did to your kid? Failure.
Worthless. You are worthless. No one wants you anymore. You're nothing special. You just ruined everything. You broke a promise you made to your brother when he was four.
Erik: White Guy problems.
You're a liar and a bully and a worthless piece of junk.
Creep: Still have no fuckin’ idea what happened.
Erik: Apparently shit over breaking a promise...what...5...8 years ago? Is Sparky 9 or 12?
If her family was truly broken, then Anastasia was the one to blame.
Creep: No, it was Francis.
She cried until she could no more, which to her estimation had been about an hour. Then, she turned over onto her back while hugging her teddy bear
Creep: Presumably named “Mr. Miggens” which was a gift from Francis.
Erik: Actually, it’s Mr. Wiggins.
Creep: I heard an “M”-sound.
, and stared at the ceiling above. Take a deep breath, that's what her father used to tell her every time she threw a temper tantrum.
Creep: I don’t think any person who has temper tantrums more often should be in relationships already...
Take a deep breath, close your eyes and just let it wash away. Crying is good, but if it makes you want to hit something, change tactics. You should never ever hate someone for your actions.
Erik: No...crying is not good. You have nothing to cry about.
Creep: In fact, we STILL have no idea why you’re even crying.
And then she thought. She went over the events of that week, closing her eyes and replaying every step she took, but instead placed herself in her father's shoes. He had borne a dark secret, his mother had told her once, something that she would one day share with Ana and Sparky. Ana could remember how tired and sad her father had been on certain days because of this secret, but how strong he had been to press on. He got mocked now and again for being an inventor, but although he was hurt, he continued to do the things he loved and had even taught himself piano to help calm his nerves. He took the peaceful way out, not the aggressive way.
Erik: Yeah, he got mocked...for being an invento--oh bullshit.
Creep: Didn’t the last fic state that people liked him BECAUSE he invented and fixed up shit?
Erik: Screw consistency.
… And he got hit by a truck and was killed.
… Shut up, shut up. That has nothing to do with it, Ana. You need to pull yourself together and fight this the right way. What would Dad have done? What would Sparky do?
Creep: …nothing new from what you’re doing, Ana.
The thought of her youngest brother brought back the hurtful yet truthful words about her, as well as the things she had said that led to him yelling at her and beating his fists against her chest. He had looked up to her since he could walk, and now she had let him down. And it was unforgivable.
Erik: ...Because you broke that promise 5-8 years ago? I think? Again, you won’t tell me. It’s like you pulled this chapter out of the middle of a book and expected us to be following up until this point.
Creep: It’s bullshit, man.
Anna moaned and screwed up her face before sitting up and staring at her reflection in the mirror across the room. She looked like a goth with her hair down and draped around her and her dark clothes and lipstick.
Creep: Like father, like daughter.
Erik: Wasn’t her hair red?
Creep: It’s actually black.
Erik: Oh thank God.
Creep: Not to mention...she really doesn’t look like a goth...at all...
Erik: Holy crap! An original design! How did that feel, Ash? Did it tickle?
Her face even seemed pale and thin, but this could be because she had neglected to eat dinner with her family for an entire week.
A walk. Let's go for a walk. I need to get out of the house and just get some fresh air.
Singers: Let’s all go to the lobby and get ourselves some snacks!
Without attracting any attention, she grabbed her shoes, tied her hair up again and left the house as quietly as she could—no one would bother asking where she was going anyway, but she thought it would be best not to get any questions from her mother.
I just need to be alone for a little while. Away from people… Away from myself.
Erik: *interest is dead*
Creep: Halfway point and we’re not even close to caring.
Erik: Or knowing shit about the story or what the hell happened. Might need to take a break in 10 minutes.
The walk had lasted a good two hours before Ana had decided to return home. She had forgotten how quiet the outside world was after nine at night. Even Downtown was in slumber in the distance. Raccoons scavenged and owls hooted in the trees. This was their time to rule the world. And peace governed night time.
Creep: Soon, the Raccoon and Owl Empires will rise against humanity and declare war within the shadows of night.
Erik: ...Fucking racoons...little thieves...pissin’ and shittin’ everywhere. Little pricks.
Or it was supposed to. For despite the quiet and the fresh air, the stars and the full moon, Ana could not yet find this peace that was supposed to be all around her. She was still burdened with the results of her actions as well as the actions themselves. In fact, she had fought with herself during the entire walk about what had been the right and wrong things to do.
Erik: ...You’re still not sure if throwing rocks at your pet is right or wrong?
Creep: Okay. *grabs blanket and covers and snuggles in bed* <3 Zzz....
Perhaps a good night's rest would help her recollect herself. In the morning, she would be calmer and more in control of herself. It was already late as it was—nearing eleven o'clock. She was sure to get in a heated argument with her mother about staying out late on a school night. That would drain her even more, therefore sleep was the only remedy for the time being.
Creep: Obvious statement is obvious.
Erik: ...So uh...still don’t know what’s going on...with the entire fucking Seer be like this? Will I go through Book 1 and still not have a freaking clue what the hell is happening?
Creep: You know, I can’t even recall...where they went in the Seer; I can only assume they’re in a video game world.
Creep: The fact that the Seer is 3 books long is a massive contradiction....
Creep: If the Seer is really a video game and the gang have played it before.....why does it take them so long to finish it? Why is there any drama?
Erik: ...MMORPG? Those shits take forever...but then again, being realistic, I doubt Ash knows shit about video games and how fast anyone with a mere semblance of human intelligence can beat most of them.
Creep: Not to mention, considering how P&F created their own game and beaten it, it’s a wonder why they take the entire adventure so fuckin’ seriously; it’s a world based on a game which you guys have ALREADY PLAYED.
Erik: They beat their other game in a few hour--let’s get back to the story. 5 minutes.
She walked with her hands in her pockets down her street and watched as one house after another turned out the lights for that night. She listened to a family indoors laughing at a late night movie, and wondered if she would ever share that moment with her family again.
As she walked up the front steps of her house, she wondered if it really would make a difference if she ended it all. As she reached for the doorknob, she stopped and rethought it: she could still grab the rope in the garage, right?
Creep: *Facedesks harder*
Erik: ...Are you seriously going to fucking hang yourself? ...Or was there something else to this that I missed?
That's ridiculous, Anastasia, she thought while shaking some sense into her head. You weren't being serious before anyway. So cut it out.
Creep: Oh thank god! Now we can continue this long-ass story instead of a horribly dark ending that would have ending this crap sooner. *sarcasm*
She took a deep breath and readied herself for the scolding she would get once indoors, and turned the doorknob.
Creep: Her family stopped hating and starts hugging him*
Her named had been shouted hardly the moment she stepped into the house. However, it was not in the tone she had expected it to be in. Instead of hearing her mother's sharp and domineering voice booming through the house, she heard an anxious plea-like call. The same tone she had used when Shania had called Mitch about Francis' accident.
Erik: ...How old is this chick? What, she can’t go out alone?
Creep: From the art, she looks almost the same age as Vanessa.
Erik: Then why is her Mom acting like she’s 9?
Creep: *shrugs* Oh, and I found a picture that is apparently a intro for this fic! kicsterash.deviantart.com/art/…
Erik: We can semi-spork this after...
Ana closed the door behind her and watched as her mother, the same woman who had yelled at her several hours earlier, walk hastily around the corner in her direction. Her step father followed her out of the kitchen.
Creep: Her unnamed stepfather whom we’ll never know or care about.
Ash: Stepfamilies are the spawn of Satan! D<
Shania's eyes were rimmed in red, indicating that she had been crying for some time now.
Creep: She’s crying because Ana was gone or she felt guilty or some dramatic shit, right?
Something was amiss. "What's wrong?" Ana asked, just as Galileo came charging down the stairs with the same anxious look on his face as their parents. Behind him followed Tippy.
Shania placed her hands together as though in prayer. "Have you seen your brother?" she asked in a fast and shaky voice. "Oh God, please tell me you have."
Creep: Some dramatic shit it is then!
Erik: Are they gonna TELL US this time?
This didn't seem good. Ana slowly shook her head, almost afraid to do so. "Sparky hasn't spoken to me since yesterday," she replied.
Shania broke down almost instantly at these words, making Ana even more worried than before. As Wolf put his arms around the woman and tried to reassure her, Ana felt her heart speed up. "Mom?" she asked.
Creep: Wait, what? Wolf? Who?
Erik: ...Wolf...are you fucking kidding me? That’s his name?
Creep: With no info, no pictures and not even a design for his character...literally...nothing about Wolf.
Shania wiped a few tears away before looking up at her again. "He's gone, Ana," she sobbed. "Sparky's not in his room. We thought that maybe he left to look for you when you went out, but Galileo said that he hadn't seen Sparky since dinner."
Erik: It’s like like we could...I dunno...DO SOMETHING?!
Ana widened her eyes in horror. It felt as though someone had landed a fist in her stomach and forced out all the air in her lungs.
Creep: Did someone actually do it?
"He's never stayed out this late before and I'm scared something has happened to him," Shania cried as tears streamed down her red cheeks. "I don't even remember him leaving the house. He didn't leave a note or a clue or anything. He didn't even take Tippy with him, and he always takes Tippy with him when he wants to go for a walk."
Creep: Ah, Sparky even has Phineas’ stupidly emo moments...
Erik: ...Yeah, why send police or go look for him when you can stay home and play babble like an idiot all day.
"He never told me where he was going either or if he wanted to go somewhere after supper," Galileo added.
Ana stared at him in horror until her mother let out another heartbreaking sob. She watched as the woman collapsed in her husband's arms, burying her face in his shirt.
Creep: ...okay, calm someone. =\
Erik: How old is this kid? 5? 10 year olds leave the house all the fuckin’ time.
Creep: Hmmm...he’s actually 13.
Erik: Then he’s more than old enough to leave the house by himself. =/
"Dear God, if anything happened to him I won't forgive myself," she cried. "I can't lose him like I lost Francis. Oh God please don't make me lose him too. Please, please, please!"
Creep: Ugghhh....then FUCKING CALL SOMEONE!
Erik: ...SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. ABOUT. FRANCIS. It’s not funny and it’s not cute. Just fucking stop it.
Just hearing her fall apart alerted Ana of the severity of the situation. Sparky could be anywhere by now, if he had left nearly three hours earlier than Ana had. Losing the glue that held their family together, losing the last ray of sunshine Ana had in her life, would bring her world to an end.
Creep: Did I mention that we’re about a thirdth into this story and we STILL DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!
Erik: ...I’m sorry but if you want us to take this seriously, can you please give him a different name than Sparky? How the fuck can I take this seriously when the characters have such silly names?
Creep: The fact that this series takes SO many stuff from P&F, it’s miracle I’m not laughing my ass at the sheer stupidity of it all.
She knew that it was her fault Sparky was gone, and now the only way to fix it was to find him.
Creep: Or fuckin’ call someone...
She ran up to her mother and held her hands. "We'll go out and search for him right now," she said hastily. "Put on a coat and get in the car with Dad.
Creep: Huh, Ana referred her stepdad as “Dad”.
Erik: *sigh* ...Does anything OTHER than drama happen in these stories? Even Degrassi doesn’t have this much fucking drama.
Creep: I figured from the random creatures seen in the art, it had something to do with imagination..I wasn’t expecting MORE drama as her P&F stuff. =\
Leo can take his bike and go to the park with Tippy. I'll go by foot. He might not be far." She held her mother's hands tightly as tears filled her eyes and her chin began to tremble. "We'll find him, Mom. You won't lose him, I promise."
Creep: UGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.....oh my GOD, that was fuckin’ cheesy...
Erik: I wonder how many movies Ash stole various clips, scenes, and lines from to make this all possible.
"Then we haven't a moment to lose," Wolf announced as he grabbed his and his wife's coat. "We'll search the neighbourhood and ask the neighbours. If all else fails, we'll call the police."
Creep: Still cannot believe that’s his goddamn name...
Erik: ...Someone has been playing too much Star Fox. I’m pretty damn sure Wolf is not a real name. =/
Ana and Leo dashed out of the house as their father grabbed the car keys. And while the boy ran to the garage with the numbat to get his bike, the seventeen-year-old immediately bolted down the street. Her heart pounded in her ears as she heard her mother shout out her brother's name and pleaded him to come home.
This is all my fault, she thought while wiping her tears away. I just have to make it right.
Creep: It’s pretty bad when fuckin’ Lifetime movies are more interesting than this!
Erik: ...Fuck, just go An Hero with Sasuke already and end it.
Erik: I’m supposed to take this seriously.
Creep: That’s his real name.....yeah, no.
The neighbourhood had filled with those calls within minutes. As she ran down one street after another, Ana imagined what most people were thinking from inside their houses. If they did not know the spunky thirteen-year-old, then they may have thought that the family was out looking for a pet.
Creep: Exactly; who would call their child “Sparky”? People would obviously think that’s a dog they have.
Erik: That’s not his real name but...fuck Ash, give these guys some real names. Wolf? Sparky? Galileo? Xe--*goes up to read* Xerus-Ignatius? Wtf?
Creep: Why do they call him Sparky?
Erik: Because he’s so bright and happy...I’m not kidding.
Creep: Is Xerus-Ignatius suppose to be his name? What kind of first name has 2 parts? 0.0
Creep: ...that’s a last name.
Erik: You said “name”.
Creep: But Sparky’s last name is “Flynn” which means Xerus-Ignatius is apparently his first name; why would his parents refer to him as just “Flynn”?
Erik: They do?
Her parents asked neighbours and friends; Galileo went to check at every spot he and Sparky often hung out in. Ana, now running on pure adrenaline, covered more streets than she had expected to, just to find her baby brother.
*Cue dramatic, opera-like music...*
But by eleven thirty, he was still missing.
Creep: CALL THE POLICE! CALL THE MAYOR! CALL THE NAVY, CALL FUCKIN’ SOMEONE!!!
Keeping her tears back was more of a struggle now as she breathed like a bull to inhale. Ana knew that it was her fault for certain now. Sparky had been heartbroken when she uttered the words she had the day before, in the backyard.
Creep: Erik, do you still fuckin’ care anymore?
Erik: Zzzz--Oh sorry, I zoned out. Seriously, if you don’t want it to become silly, leave some breathing room and make the drama believable. This isn’t even drama anymore, it’s the norm.
He had encouraged her to be strong and persevere up until that point—when the words left her mouth, the innocent little boy she knew to always back her up disappeared, snuffed out like a candle in the wind. The look of horror in his eyes and then the frown that forced itself over his face as hard as it could were the next signs, after his sudden freeze, that told her she had just made a big mistake.
Creep: Ash, why do I should I care? How about actually TELLING US WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?! >(
Erik: Or maybe introduce me to this character...all I know him as is “Phineas Clone” and you’re doing nothing to change that.
Creep: If you would have told us what happened at all....I could at least give a little sympathy...but no, you decide to hide the reveal and make he read the entire story just to know what happened.
"How can you say that? How can you even say that?" he had yelled. "You never cared, then! You're a big fat, selfish, greedy person! You don't care about anyone but yourself!" When Ana had tried to explain, Sparky only rushed up to her, tears streaming down his cheeks, and began pounding against her chest with his fists. "You're a liar! A big fat liar! You said you would always be there to take care of me! You broke your promise! You broke your promise! You lied to me and I believed you! YOU LIED TO MEEEE!"
Erik: I give up. Ash isn’t going to tell us shit. This is like one of those Marie drawings where they put Marie in a random scenario for the sake of a picture and never really explained it. It’s like that...but with a “story”.
Just hearing his voice made her heart break even more. She looked down the dark street and came to realize that it would take forever to find her little brother if she didn't get some help. Sparky was a clever boy.
Creep: We get it; Sparky’s the spawn of Francis and his real name is “Jesus Jr”. SHUT UP ALRIGHT!!!
He knew every nook and cranny in the neighbourhood, and if he had to camp out there all night, he would. If he did not want to be found, he wouldn't be. Not even by Galileo or Tippy.
Erik: *yawn* Get on with it...
Creep: You know, I think of Tippy Tinkletrousers with that name. XD
But he loved his mother so much. Sparky had told Galileo once that he was going to protect Shania, now that his father could no longer do so. The older her grew, the more helpful and protective he became of his mother. He could not bear to make her shed a tear. He had always worked hard not to ever see her cry again.
Creep: Yes, we get it; she’s guilty about making Sparky leave! You already explained this to us several times already!
Erik: ...Dude...this is the SAME SHIT AS FRANCIS! She used to go on and on how fucking awesome Francis was without telling us shit about him. Now she’s doing it with Sparky.
If it took those thought of hers to frighten him away, then Ana just had to find him and bring him home herself. But the more she searched him, the she was losing hope in ever finding him. She let out a quiet sob as she slowed to a stop on the sidewalk. Covering her mouth with the back of her hand, she tried to muffle the sounds that would lead to her breaking down in defeat. I need help, she thought while scanning the area she was in and looking at one house after another. I can't do this on my own anymore. We need more help. But who would be available to help at this time of night?
Creep: WOMAN POWER!
Her eyes fell upon a little brown house just across the street, something a bunch of college kids would undoubtedly buy while studying.
Creep: Wait, what? What does...that even mean?
Creep: What would college kids buy? A little brown house?
Erik: ...Since when do college kids study? XD
The light in the window was still on in the window, and although the blinds were closed, Ana knew that someone was still awake. She had failed to recognize it when she ran down this street, and now that she knew who's house it was, despite the events from earlier that week, she knew that the one living there would help in a heartbeat.
It was her only chance.
Creep: Hi, would you like extra cheese on that?
She dashed across the street as though her life depended on it and stumbled up the small steps of the porch and almost ran into the screen door before pressing the doorbell repeatedly. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding! It sounded like an alarm one would normally wake up to in the morning. "Come on, answer, please," she begged under her breath.
Creep: Hmmm....are there alarm clocks that go “ding-ding-ding” in real life?
Creep: Thank you, Ash; you’re making care about alarm clocks than your characters or story.
There came a muffled voice or two from within the house before the sound of the door inside could be heard unlocking. Ana pulled herself away from the screen door and watched as the person opened the other.
Erik: Sparky’s getting raped in there right?
Dominic did a double take when he saw his girlfriend standing on the other side of the screen, tears streaming down her face.
Creep: Look, it’s Jeremy! Nah, maybe he’s not like Jeremy.... Who knows...
Erik: He’s in college?
Creep: *shrug* Once again, nothing about Dominic or his character...at all.
His appearance told her that he was about to relax when she rang the doorbell: his hair was flattened and curled outwards at the ends, clearly indicating that he wore a hat over them on most days, and there was a lack of shoes and even socks on his feet. A friend of his and member of the band the played in came rushing down the stairs behind Dominic to see who was at the door, and he was in nothing but his boxers.
Erik: ...You know nothing about guys, Ash. Don’t even try.
Ana tried to ignore him and stared back at her boyfriend, almost afraid he would refuse her because of how she had embarrassed him earlier that week. Dominic looked on a moment longer in silence before clearing his throat. "Ana?" he said in the usual gentle voice he so often spoke in, despite his appearance of a troublemaker. He opened the screen door to get a better look at the girl. "What's going on? Why are you out here?"
Creep: I’ve been asking these same questions since literally the first page.
Erik: ...Wanna bet Ash doesn’t answer it?
Ana placed her hands together and leaned towards him, her voice finally breaking as she spoke. "Dominic, you need to help me look for Sparky," she cried. "He disappeared after supper and no one knows where he is. He's never done this before and Mom's really scared and Galileo has no idea where he went. It's all my fault."
Creep: How much you wanna bet that Sparky runs to Francis’ grave just to cry over him?
Erik: …$50 says a relic of Francis is mentioned.
The more she spoke, the more her voice broke. "Please, can you help me find him? I don't know what to do anymore. I'll never forgive myself if something was to happen to him. I'm sorry about earlier this week, but I really need your help. Please Dominic? Mom's so scared and it's all my fault."
Dominic looked on with wide eyes as she spoke, and Ana knew that he had grasped the severity of the situation. She knew he and Sparky had shared a brotherly friendship since Ana introduced them to each other
Erik: ...Wow, I feel so strongly connected to these characters. *eyeroll*
Creep: It’s amazing how I’m still feeling more emotion for the alarm clock.
, but even so she still harboured the fear that he would turn her down because of the way she had acted at the club.
Creep: Club? What club?
Erik: ...This is like pulling out the C&F finale and expect everyone to know what’s going on without reading the others.
Creep: I....think I made this joke, bro. XD
She waited as patiently as she could, although she knew every second they wasted could mean losing Sparky even more.
Dominic remained in his frozen position for a moment longer before reaching over and holding Ana's face in his hands. Just feeling his warm touch against her cold cheeks made her sob. "We'll help you look for him," he said with a stern voice. "And we won't give up until we find him. The guys and I will take our bikes in order to cover more ground." As his friend on the stairs rushed back up while shouting that they had an emergency, Dominic pushed away some of Ana's tears and hushed her.
Creep: WOMAN POWER!
"You need to take a deep breath, Ana. You know Sparky better than anyone I know, aside from your stepbrother. Try to think of the places he could most likely be in."
"I can't think straight when I panic," Ana squeaked. "I'm so scared…"
Erik: This story is so fucking boring! When are you gonna find him?!
"Then try to think about it when we're out looking for him. If you think clearly, you'll be able to find him. If the guys find him first, we'll give you a call on our cellphones."
Ana let out a sob. "I'm sorry for what happened," she apologized. "I didn't mean to embarrass you, I was just—!"
"Forget about it. You were having a really bad week. Let's just focus on finding Sparky."
Creep: Not if you’re gonna spend more time complaining about how you lost him..