Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Sylar Short Stories: November 11-8

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Sylar: Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

Me: (Wakes up) Darn it was just a dream -_-

Sylar: NOPE. It wasn’t

Me: (Screams and jumps out of bed) WHAT THE HECK. WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BEDROOM?

Sylar: (mumbling something)

Me: (Realizing that I’m still in my “I Love Sylar” pyjamas. Didn’t hear what he said) what?

Sylar: I said, I’m here to make sure that you don’t tell anyone that I said ‘thanks’ when I was sick and you gave me a bowl of soup.

Me: And if I don’t?

Sylar: (Hand comes up, index finger pointing out)

Me: (Panicking) OHH NO NEED FOR THAT, I UNDERSTAND.

Sylar: What? I was just pointing at that really cool poster of me that you have. DAMN I look awesome.

Me: -_-
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Sylar! Syl...

Sylar: (Coughing and sneezing) Yeah?

Me: (surprised that he isn’t annoyed) Whoa. What happened to you?

Sylar: I got sick.

Me: Oh...Be right back.

(10 minutes later with a bowl of chicken noodle soup)

Me: Here you go (hands him the bowl). Hope you feel better.

Sylar: Wow. That was really nice of you. Thanks.

Me: (Blushing, watching him enjoy his noodles.) OH and by the way

Sylar: (Leaning forward to hear me whisper)

Me: (Whisper voice) you’re cute. (Runs away giggling)

Sylar: -_-
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Sylar: WHAT?! CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT I’M IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING? >=O

Me: (Looking at Hiro in pain on the wall) BUT IT’S IMPORTANT!

Sylar: Okay, FINE. (Puts Hiro down, Sylar doesn’t notice that Hiro disappears)

Me: I LOVE YOUR HAIR. (Runs away giggling)
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Sylar: (taking his phone out of his pocket)

Me: Who you gonna call?

Sylar: GHOSTBUSTERS!

Me: -_-
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(Alternate Ending)
Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!

Sylar: (taking his phone out of his pocket)

Me: Who you gonna call?

Sylar: GHOSTBUSTERS!

(Two second awkward pause)

(Sylar and I start singing the theme song.)
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