Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole!
Me: (opens my bedroom window) I’M BUSY STUDYING! GO AWAY!
Sylar: BUT! YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS! IT’S SUPER AWESOME!
Me: NO! I HAVE A TEST TOMORROW AND I NEED TO STUDY! (closes window)
Sylar: BUT! ARGH. (Flies up to my window, knocks)
Me: (opens window) DUDE! I said I’m studying!
Sylar: (Flies in) AND I said that I NEED to show you something AWESOME!
Me: Fine. (Crosses arm, and sits on bed) what is it?
Sylar: (shows me the “separating thumbs” trick) OH! HOW DID I DO THAT?!
Me: (takes Chemistry textbook)
Sylar: Okay, I get the idea, you need to study.
Me: (whacks him in the head with my textbook)
Sylar: OW! What did you do that for?
Me: Oh I don’t know! I felt like doing something “AWESOME” to relieve my stress and frustration. AND IT WORKED!
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar: (walking towards me, unresponsive, eyes open)
Me: (returns his book, looks at the time, it’s near midnight) dude, what are you doing up at this time?
Sylar: (Still unresponsive, walking towards me, stops)
Me: (Waves my hand in front of his face) Hello?! Anyone home?
Sylar: (Walks towards his phone, presses buttons, speakerphone turns on, he dials a number)
Me: (Realizes) OH NO WAY! You’re sleepwalking! (Takes out phone, presses record button)
Sylar: (Walks towards his fridge, opens the door and takes his milk out)
Phone: HELLO? Anyone there?
Me: HIRO?
Hiro (on the phone): Nicole? Why are you calling me?
Me: I didn’t call you. Sylar did. Well he sort of did
Hiro: What do you mean he “sort of” phoned me.
Me: (watching Sylar) He’s sleepwalking
Hiro: no way! You should totally record this.
Me: One step ahead of you! Talk to you later! (Hangs up the phone)
Sylar: (Looks at his milk, then pours in it in his hand, drinks the milk) NO! THE PINK TURTLE CAN DO THE MOONWALK!
Me: (Walks towards him, still recording) Sylar? Hello?!
Sylar: (Still sleepwalking, takes out thawed raw chicken) THERE YOU ARE MISSES WINTERBERRY! (Goes back to bed cuddling the raw chicken)
Me: Wow...I`M GOING TO POST THIS ON ZACHARY QUINTO COMMUNITY IF YOU DON`T WAKE UP!
Sylar: (Still sleeping) I like soup.
Me: -_-
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Sylar: (on his phone) SHHH! HELLO?! (sighs) darn hold music.
Me: Why are you on hold?
Sylar: Because my laptop isn’t working (screams into the phone) HELLO? WHAT?! I’M 66TH IN LINE?! GAH!
Me: Do you want me to try to fix it?
Sylar: I’VE TRIED EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING! You can try, but trust me; you won’t be able to fix it.
Me: (tries to turn the laptop on, doesn’t respond)
Sylar: (screaming into the phone) YES I HAVE TECHINAL DIFFICULTIES, oh (presses a button on his phone, mutters) stupid automated voice
Me: (lifts up his laptop to check if everything is plugged in, sees that the battery isn’t all the way in, pushes it back in) Hey Sylar! I...!
Sylar: WAIT! I’VE JUST MOVED UP 4 SPOTS!
Me: Okay, whatever then! I’ll talk to you later.
(6 hours later)
Sylar: YES! NUMBER1 IN LINE!
Me: You’re still on hold?
Sylar: Yes...unfortunately.
Me: Hey, can I show you something? (grabs his arm and leads him to his laptop) Look at this! (Presses the power button, it turns on)
Sylar: (Mouth opens) How...how...how... did you do that? OH MY GOSH! YOU HAVE A POWER.I WANT IT. (holds me to the wall)
Man on the telephone: Hello? Sir? Is anyone there?
Sylar: Yes, hi! My laptop wouldn’t turn on but it’s fixed now, (sarcastically) thanks for your help.
Man on the telephone: Oh I’m sorry sir, this is the number for making reservations at our
hotel in the Bahamas.
Sylar: What? (throws phone at the wall, sneers) GIVE ME YOUR POWER!
Me: My power to be able to push a battery back into the slot?
Sylar: What? (sighs) -_-
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Sylar Short Stories: January 22 - 17, 2010
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Sylar: I’M BUSY AT THE MOMENT! (On the couch watching Finding Nemo, currently paused)
Me: (scoffs) really? Doing what?
Sylar: I can’t say Ah-nem-ee-on-ee! (rewinds, presses play, the part where Nemo has trouble saying anemone)
Me: OH! You honestly can’t say it? Anemone?
Sylar: AMENOENEE! AHNOMNEE!
Me: (slowly) Ah...nem...oh...nee!
Sylar: ah-nom-nom-nee...GARGH! (Mouthing the words, thinking) An M&M ee?
Me: (hits my forehead in frustration) this is just like the time where my friend can’t pronounce synonym
Sylar: That’s easy to say! Syn-nom-min.
Me: This is going to take a while. (Sits down on his couch, presses play to continue watching finding Nemo)
Sylar: CINNAMON and AN M&M E!
Me: -_-
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Sylar: (Gives a bear hug) I CAN’T TALK NOW. I’m busy
Me: Wait just one moment! Why did you just randomly hug me?
Sylar: (hugs a random person) because it’s national hug day and if I don’t, something bad will happen to me.
Me: Says who?
Sylar: Claire! And when I didn’t hug her, I tripped and fell down the stairs!
Me: So you’re going to hug no matter what? (Sylar nods, I smile an evil grin)
(10 minutes later)
Me: HEY SYLAR!
Sylar: (goes wide eyed) I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.
Me: Yes, I know. Here are some people you can hug!
(I stand aside to reveal StephJP, Jeslil, Ziggyeor, Gayle, DestinyRaven, Lisa M, One_of_jennifer, and Steffigoosie grinning ear to ear, near to the point of fainting)
Sylar: Fine. Come on girls, one by one please. (gives each fan a bear hug)
(Each fan squeals after the hug)
Me: (takes in a deep breath) GROUP HUG! (looks at Sylar, fan girls all ready to hug him again)
(We all walk to Sylar who is backing away)
Sylar: NO MORE HUGS! AHHHHH!!!
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SyLARR! SyLARR! SyLARR! *COUGH*
Sylar: Jeez, what happened to you.
Me: (Miserably) I’m sick.
Sylar: (Dramatically) MAH HAH! THE TABLES HAVE TURNED!
Me: Wait. What do you mean? (Sylar leaves)
(10 minutes later)
Sylar: Here! I brought you some chicken soup.
Me: (Coughs) thanks! And now I see what you mean by the tables have turned!
Sylar: (Leans in closer, whispers) OH! And by the way
Me: (smiles, hoping to hear “You’re cute”)
Sylar: You’re
Me: (Leaning in more, grinning from ear to ear)
Sylar: Going to need to pay me back.
Me: -_-
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Sylar: WHAT?!
Me: (distressed) HELP ME!
Sylar: Okay! Give me a minute! (Flies out of my house, comes back dressed as Indiana Jones)
Me: What are you doing?
Sylar: (Starts singing the theme song) I’m going to save you!
Me: But I don’t need sav...oh, whatever. Continue
Sylar: (Jumps over my couch, runs out the door, gets into my tree in the backyard, takes out his whip and swings to crash through the window, falls on his butt.) Ouch. (Stands up) TIME FOR SOME BUTT KICKING! I’M HERE TO SAVE YOU! What’s your problem?
Me: (seriously) I had extra pie and I couldn’t finish it.
Sylar: AH HAH! A PROBLEM I CAN FIX WITH A FORK!
Me: (clasps hands together, says dramatically) My hero! *Rolls eyes*
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Sylar: WE CAN’T GO TO THE PARK TODAY! I HAVE A DOCTOR’S APPOINTMENT! COME WITH ME!
Me: (Brightens up) Are you sure? Isn’t it going to be a bit weird?
Sylar: (Thinks about it) No...It’s just a yearly check up.
(Drives to the doctor’s building, checks in, Sylar gets called)
(We both enter the room, I look around, on the walls are pictures of clowns, elephants, teddy bears)
Me: Um...Sylar? Is your doctor a paediatr...
Doctor: (Super enthusiastic) Hi Gabriel! How are you today?
Me: (mouthing) Gabriel?
Sylar: Hello doctor sunshine! (huge grin) I’m absolutely ready for the check up!
Doctor: Okay Gabriel, you know the drill, on the table and shirt off.
Me: Eep! (Sylar and Dr. Sunshine look at me) sorry, I have um...a bit of phlegm in my throat. (Sylar takes of his shirt, I literally try to hide my giggling)
Doctor: (takes a Popsicle stick, walks towards him) and the victim says?
Sylar: (opens his mouth) AHHHH.
Me: (Awkwardly sitting in the corner) So Doctor Sunshine, how long have you been Sylar’s, I mean Gabriel’s, paediatrician?
Doctor: Since he was five, I believe! Okay deep breaths Gabriel.
Me: (In awe at how beautiful he breathes)
(couple minutes pass by and the appointment is over)
Doctor: Would you like a lollipop or a sticker Gabriel?
Sylar: LOLLIPOP! NO! STICKER!! LOLLIPOP!
(We leave)
Me: So why do you still go to a paediatrician when you can heal?
Sylar: Because she’s AWESOME! And she gives me a choice between lollipops and stickers.
Me: -_-
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Sylar: WHAT?!
Me: (Standing in his foyer) are you ready to go see the movie yet? We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry.
Sylar: (Scoffs) HAH! I’m always ready. When does the movie start?
Me: In about 20 minutes.
Sylar: (Checks his watch) Let’s go. (Opens the door. Stops) Wait, I forgot my house keys.
Me: (Waits for him to get them from the kitchen) Good?
Sylar: (Nodding) Yes. (We exit, he closes and locks the door. He stops.) Wait, I forgot my wallet.
Me: (Sighs) Hurry up.
Sylar: (unlocks the door and takes five minutes to get his wallet, comes out) okay. Let’s go (starts walking) NO WAIT! I left my oven on!
Me: DUDE! SERIOUSLY? And you said you (in a mocking tone) “are always ready.” Come on Sylar! You have to get your act together! I mean honestly, you are a serial killer and you are so disorganized! JEEZ LOUISE!
Sylar: (Bursts into laughter)
Me: (serious tone) what is so funny?
Sylar: I was kidding about the oven being on, and I had my wallet and my keys in my pocket the whole time! I was just seeing how long it would take to bug you!
Me: -_- That’s mean. (Sniffles, starts to tear up, turn around, whimper tone) you made me yell at you for no reason.
Sylar: Oh, I’m so sorry Nicole. I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry!!! Please forgive me!
Me: (Turns around) AH HAH! (Wipes away forced tears) That took you 3 SECONDS!
Sylar: -_-
Sylar: I’M BUSY AT THE MOMENT! (On the couch watching Finding Nemo, currently paused)
Me: (scoffs) really? Doing what?
Sylar: I can’t say Ah-nem-ee-on-ee! (rewinds, presses play, the part where Nemo has trouble saying anemone)
Me: OH! You honestly can’t say it? Anemone?
Sylar: AMENOENEE! AHNOMNEE!
Me: (slowly) Ah...nem...oh...nee!
Sylar: ah-nom-nom-nee...GARGH! (Mouthing the words, thinking) An M&M ee?
Me: (hits my forehead in frustration) this is just like the time where my friend can’t pronounce synonym
Sylar: That’s easy to say! Syn-nom-min.
Me: This is going to take a while. (Sits down on his couch, presses play to continue watching finding Nemo)
Sylar: CINNAMON and AN M&M E!
Me: -_-
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Sylar: (Gives a bear hug) I CAN’T TALK NOW. I’m busy
Me: Wait just one moment! Why did you just randomly hug me?
Sylar: (hugs a random person) because it’s national hug day and if I don’t, something bad will happen to me.
Me: Says who?
Sylar: Claire! And when I didn’t hug her, I tripped and fell down the stairs!
Me: So you’re going to hug no matter what? (Sylar nods, I smile an evil grin)
(10 minutes later)
Me: HEY SYLAR!
Sylar: (goes wide eyed) I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.
Me: Yes, I know. Here are some people you can hug!
(I stand aside to reveal StephJP, Jeslil, Ziggyeor, Gayle, DestinyRaven, Lisa M, One_of_jennifer, and Steffigoosie grinning ear to ear, near to the point of fainting)
Sylar: Fine. Come on girls, one by one please. (gives each fan a bear hug)
(Each fan squeals after the hug)
Me: (takes in a deep breath) GROUP HUG! (looks at Sylar, fan girls all ready to hug him again)
(We all walk to Sylar who is backing away)
Sylar: NO MORE HUGS! AHHHHH!!!
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SyLARR! SyLARR! SyLARR! *COUGH*
Sylar: Jeez, what happened to you.
Me: (Miserably) I’m sick.
Sylar: (Dramatically) MAH HAH! THE TABLES HAVE TURNED!
Me: Wait. What do you mean? (Sylar leaves)
(10 minutes later)
Sylar: Here! I brought you some chicken soup.
Me: (Coughs) thanks! And now I see what you mean by the tables have turned!
Sylar: (Leans in closer, whispers) OH! And by the way
Me: (smiles, hoping to hear “You’re cute”)
Sylar: You’re
Me: (Leaning in more, grinning from ear to ear)
Sylar: Going to need to pay me back.
Me: -_-
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Sylar: WHAT?!
Me: (distressed) HELP ME!
Sylar: Okay! Give me a minute! (Flies out of my house, comes back dressed as Indiana Jones)
Me: What are you doing?
Sylar: (Starts singing the theme song) I’m going to save you!
Me: But I don’t need sav...oh, whatever. Continue
Sylar: (Jumps over my couch, runs out the door, gets into my tree in the backyard, takes out his whip and swings to crash through the window, falls on his butt.) Ouch. (Stands up) TIME FOR SOME BUTT KICKING! I’M HERE TO SAVE YOU! What’s your problem?
Me: (seriously) I had extra pie and I couldn’t finish it.
Sylar: AH HAH! A PROBLEM I CAN FIX WITH A FORK!
Me: (clasps hands together, says dramatically) My hero! *Rolls eyes*
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Sylar: WE CAN’T GO TO THE PARK TODAY! I HAVE A DOCTOR’S APPOINTMENT! COME WITH ME!
Me: (Brightens up) Are you sure? Isn’t it going to be a bit weird?
Sylar: (Thinks about it) No...It’s just a yearly check up.
(Drives to the doctor’s building, checks in, Sylar gets called)
(We both enter the room, I look around, on the walls are pictures of clowns, elephants, teddy bears)
Me: Um...Sylar? Is your doctor a paediatr...
Doctor: (Super enthusiastic) Hi Gabriel! How are you today?
Me: (mouthing) Gabriel?
Sylar: Hello doctor sunshine! (huge grin) I’m absolutely ready for the check up!
Doctor: Okay Gabriel, you know the drill, on the table and shirt off.
Me: Eep! (Sylar and Dr. Sunshine look at me) sorry, I have um...a bit of phlegm in my throat. (Sylar takes of his shirt, I literally try to hide my giggling)
Doctor: (takes a Popsicle stick, walks towards him) and the victim says?
Sylar: (opens his mouth) AHHHH.
Me: (Awkwardly sitting in the corner) So Doctor Sunshine, how long have you been Sylar’s, I mean Gabriel’s, paediatrician?
Doctor: Since he was five, I believe! Okay deep breaths Gabriel.
Me: (In awe at how beautiful he breathes)
(couple minutes pass by and the appointment is over)
Doctor: Would you like a lollipop or a sticker Gabriel?
Sylar: LOLLIPOP! NO! STICKER!! LOLLIPOP!
(We leave)
Me: So why do you still go to a paediatrician when you can heal?
Sylar: Because she’s AWESOME! And she gives me a choice between lollipops and stickers.
Me: -_-
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Sylar: WHAT?!
Me: (Standing in his foyer) are you ready to go see the movie yet? We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry.
Sylar: (Scoffs) HAH! I’m always ready. When does the movie start?
Me: In about 20 minutes.
Sylar: (Checks his watch) Let’s go. (Opens the door. Stops) Wait, I forgot my house keys.
Me: (Waits for him to get them from the kitchen) Good?
Sylar: (Nodding) Yes. (We exit, he closes and locks the door. He stops.) Wait, I forgot my wallet.
Me: (Sighs) Hurry up.
Sylar: (unlocks the door and takes five minutes to get his wallet, comes out) okay. Let’s go (starts walking) NO WAIT! I left my oven on!
Me: DUDE! SERIOUSLY? And you said you (in a mocking tone) “are always ready.” Come on Sylar! You have to get your act together! I mean honestly, you are a serial killer and you are so disorganized! JEEZ LOUISE!
Sylar: (Bursts into laughter)
Me: (serious tone) what is so funny?
Sylar: I was kidding about the oven being on, and I had my wallet and my keys in my pocket the whole time! I was just seeing how long it would take to bug you!
Me: -_- That’s mean. (Sniffles, starts to tear up, turn around, whimper tone) you made me yell at you for no reason.
Sylar: Oh, I’m so sorry Nicole. I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry!!! Please forgive me!
Me: (Turns around) AH HAH! (Wipes away forced tears) That took you 3 SECONDS!
Sylar: -_-
Sylar Short Stories: January 16 - 12, 2010
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Sylar: HELP ME FIRST!
Me: With what?
Sylar: There are some fan girls after me again!
Me: OH...well you can’t blame them.
Sylar: (Looking right and left) okay, well this is my last resort! (Changes into me)
Me: (Jaw drops) oh...my...gosh. YOU LOOK LIKE ME!
Sylar: (As me, same voice, same everything) I’m basically your twin. AND THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO SAY WHEN THE FAN GIRLS COME OR ELSE
(In just a short time, Revica, Tiff, Goldenrod1034, Zachsfire, Jeslil, Steffigoosie, Angel, and May arrive)
Jeslil: Hey Nicole...um...(Looks at both Sylar and I, trying to figure out who is who)
Me: hi Jeslil (stands up to hug her, sits back down)
Angel: Who’s that? Your twin?
Me: Um (looks at Sylar, who looks like me [don’t forget this]) yes...
Revica: What’s your sister’s name?
Me: Sy...(Sylar cups my mouth to prevent me from speaking)
Sylar: (Dramatically) My name is Sylvia.
Tiff: Hello Sylvia! Nice to meet you! So Nicole, have you seen Sylar lately?
Sylar (Sylvia): (Almost shouting) NO!( Very quickly says) He’s not here! He’s never been here, he’s not even in the same city. Did you know he went to Nicaragua?
(Steffigoosie and May look each other with their eyebrows raised)
Goldenrod: That’s impossible! We just saw him 6 minutes and 54 seconds ago with...Nicole!
Me: (Looks at Sylar) Yes, Sylvia, would you care to explain this white lie to my friends?
Sylar: (scoffs) I’m not lying... (Everyone starts to close in on him, he gets up) Now there’s no need to get hasty (Changes back into Sylar) SEE YEAH! (Starts running, fan girls start chasing after him)
Me: (starts counting) 5...4...3...2...1
Sylar: (trips and fan girls start to “attack”) Nicole! Don’t just stand there! (Shirt comes off)
Me: Sorry! My mom needs me to help her bake some pies! See you later (walks away)
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Sylar: WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!
Me: What are you doing?
Sylar: (Standing by a toaster) you know how when you toast bread and when it’s done you flinch? Well I’m trying not to flinch and I almost got it.
Me: You’re never going to not flinch.
Sylar: OH YEAH?! YOU WANNA BET?
Me: YEAH! How about if you don’t flinch when it pops up, I’ll bake you 10 pumpkin pies.
Sylar: Sure. (Super confident) Why not?
Me: Well what about if you do flinch?
Sylar: Fine...If I flinch, which I won’t by the way, then I’ll (thinks) give you...a...hug?
Me: Okay fine. Deal?
Sylar: Deal (shakes hands, the toaster pops and Sylar screams and jumps in the air)
Me: (Bursts out laughing) SUCKER!
Sylar: (Face is all red) that nearly gave me a heart attack!
Me: I KNOW! That was freaking funny though. Now give me a hug!
Sylar: -_- (*hugs*)
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Sylar: Wake up, you should be paying attention in class...
Me: (wakes up) Uggh... (takes out phone, texts Sylar.) “Get me out of class”
(Couple of boring minutes pass by)
Cop: (knocks on door, enters classroom, looks me dead in the eye) Excuse me, is there a Nicole present in this classroom?
Teacher: Yes, she’s sitting over there. Is there a problem officer?
Cop: Yes there is actually. Nicole’s finger prints were found at a possible murder scene yesterday.
Me: (freaking out inside, thinking to myself, stands up) IT WAS SELF DEFENCE AND IT WAS ONLY A GUN SHOT WOUND
(Everyone else around me with shocked expressions)
Cop: Can you please come with me downtown?
Me: (Takes stuff with me) fine.
(The cop and I leave the room, after a couple of steps I slap him in the arm, the cop transforms back into Sylar)
Sylar: What the heck was that for? And did you actually shoot someone?
Me: OF COURSE NOT! And I knew it was you! YOUR EYEBROWS DIDN’T CHANGE.
Sylar: (Feels his eyebrows) Oh, huh! My eyebrows are awesome
Me:-_-
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Sylar: MY NAME IS SYLAR! And WHO ARE YOU?!
Brother: (Taken aback) Oh, I’m Nicole’s brother; she wanted to give you a message because she couldn’t see you today.
Sylar: (Sceptical) proceed...
Brother: (takes out piece of paper, clears throat) I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW! YOU RUINED MY LIFE! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID THIS TO ME. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU KISSED HER. WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU! WE ARE NO LONGER FRIENDS. I HATE YOU.
Sylar: (Wide eyed) Nicole said that TO ME? WHAT COULD I HAVE DONE TO HER?
Brother: (looks at the piece of paper, wide eyed) OH! I’m sorry, that’s the wrong note!
Sylar: (calms down) Oh, that’s good. I thought you were serious.
Brother: (Takes out another note, clears throat) dear Sylar. I left you something in your jacket pocket. (brother leaves)
Sylar: (Sceptical, reaches into his jacket pocket, pulls out a piece of paper)
(The note says “You’re just so damn cute”)
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar: (Sleeping on his couch, snoring)
Me: YES! (Covers my mouth, runs into his kitchen) hehehehehe. (Takes Pumpkin pie and whip cream from kitchen)
Sylar: (Snores louder, laughs in his sleep)
Me: (Carefully opens Sylar’s left hand, puts whip cream on hand, I start eating the pie, tickles his nose)
Sylar: (Right hand waves off the feather)
Me: (Whispers to myself) seriously?
Sylar: (Still sleeping) Seriously. (Left hand with whip cream grabs pie from table and starts eating it)
Me: You’re such a pig.
Sylar: (Wakes up, still chewing his pie) why are you here? What’s on my hand? AND WHAT AM I EATING?
Me: Whip cream and you’re eating pumpkin pie.
Sylar: Oh. Okay. (Licks his hand) I need more.
Me: So you don’t care that you happen to wake up eating pie?
Sylar: (grabs the whip cream can, sprays it into his mouth, then smiles) NOPE!
Me: -_-
Sylar: HELP ME FIRST!
Me: With what?
Sylar: There are some fan girls after me again!
Me: OH...well you can’t blame them.
Sylar: (Looking right and left) okay, well this is my last resort! (Changes into me)
Me: (Jaw drops) oh...my...gosh. YOU LOOK LIKE ME!
Sylar: (As me, same voice, same everything) I’m basically your twin. AND THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO SAY WHEN THE FAN GIRLS COME OR ELSE
(In just a short time, Revica, Tiff, Goldenrod1034, Zachsfire, Jeslil, Steffigoosie, Angel, and May arrive)
Jeslil: Hey Nicole...um...(Looks at both Sylar and I, trying to figure out who is who)
Me: hi Jeslil (stands up to hug her, sits back down)
Angel: Who’s that? Your twin?
Me: Um (looks at Sylar, who looks like me [don’t forget this]) yes...
Revica: What’s your sister’s name?
Me: Sy...(Sylar cups my mouth to prevent me from speaking)
Sylar: (Dramatically) My name is Sylvia.
Tiff: Hello Sylvia! Nice to meet you! So Nicole, have you seen Sylar lately?
Sylar (Sylvia): (Almost shouting) NO!( Very quickly says) He’s not here! He’s never been here, he’s not even in the same city. Did you know he went to Nicaragua?
(Steffigoosie and May look each other with their eyebrows raised)
Goldenrod: That’s impossible! We just saw him 6 minutes and 54 seconds ago with...Nicole!
Me: (Looks at Sylar) Yes, Sylvia, would you care to explain this white lie to my friends?
Sylar: (scoffs) I’m not lying... (Everyone starts to close in on him, he gets up) Now there’s no need to get hasty (Changes back into Sylar) SEE YEAH! (Starts running, fan girls start chasing after him)
Me: (starts counting) 5...4...3...2...1
Sylar: (trips and fan girls start to “attack”) Nicole! Don’t just stand there! (Shirt comes off)
Me: Sorry! My mom needs me to help her bake some pies! See you later (walks away)
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Sylar: WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!
Me: What are you doing?
Sylar: (Standing by a toaster) you know how when you toast bread and when it’s done you flinch? Well I’m trying not to flinch and I almost got it.
Me: You’re never going to not flinch.
Sylar: OH YEAH?! YOU WANNA BET?
Me: YEAH! How about if you don’t flinch when it pops up, I’ll bake you 10 pumpkin pies.
Sylar: Sure. (Super confident) Why not?
Me: Well what about if you do flinch?
Sylar: Fine...If I flinch, which I won’t by the way, then I’ll (thinks) give you...a...hug?
Me: Okay fine. Deal?
Sylar: Deal (shakes hands, the toaster pops and Sylar screams and jumps in the air)
Me: (Bursts out laughing) SUCKER!
Sylar: (Face is all red) that nearly gave me a heart attack!
Me: I KNOW! That was freaking funny though. Now give me a hug!
Sylar: -_- (*hugs*)
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Sylar: Wake up, you should be paying attention in class...
Me: (wakes up) Uggh... (takes out phone, texts Sylar.) “Get me out of class”
(Couple of boring minutes pass by)
Cop: (knocks on door, enters classroom, looks me dead in the eye) Excuse me, is there a Nicole present in this classroom?
Teacher: Yes, she’s sitting over there. Is there a problem officer?
Cop: Yes there is actually. Nicole’s finger prints were found at a possible murder scene yesterday.
Me: (freaking out inside, thinking to myself, stands up) IT WAS SELF DEFENCE AND IT WAS ONLY A GUN SHOT WOUND
(Everyone else around me with shocked expressions)
Cop: Can you please come with me downtown?
Me: (Takes stuff with me) fine.
(The cop and I leave the room, after a couple of steps I slap him in the arm, the cop transforms back into Sylar)
Sylar: What the heck was that for? And did you actually shoot someone?
Me: OF COURSE NOT! And I knew it was you! YOUR EYEBROWS DIDN’T CHANGE.
Sylar: (Feels his eyebrows) Oh, huh! My eyebrows are awesome
Me:-_-
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Sylar: MY NAME IS SYLAR! And WHO ARE YOU?!
Brother: (Taken aback) Oh, I’m Nicole’s brother; she wanted to give you a message because she couldn’t see you today.
Sylar: (Sceptical) proceed...
Brother: (takes out piece of paper, clears throat) I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW! YOU RUINED MY LIFE! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID THIS TO ME. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU KISSED HER. WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU! WE ARE NO LONGER FRIENDS. I HATE YOU.
Sylar: (Wide eyed) Nicole said that TO ME? WHAT COULD I HAVE DONE TO HER?
Brother: (looks at the piece of paper, wide eyed) OH! I’m sorry, that’s the wrong note!
Sylar: (calms down) Oh, that’s good. I thought you were serious.
Brother: (Takes out another note, clears throat) dear Sylar. I left you something in your jacket pocket. (brother leaves)
Sylar: (Sceptical, reaches into his jacket pocket, pulls out a piece of paper)
(The note says “You’re just so damn cute”)
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar: (Sleeping on his couch, snoring)
Me: YES! (Covers my mouth, runs into his kitchen) hehehehehe. (Takes Pumpkin pie and whip cream from kitchen)
Sylar: (Snores louder, laughs in his sleep)
Me: (Carefully opens Sylar’s left hand, puts whip cream on hand, I start eating the pie, tickles his nose)
Sylar: (Right hand waves off the feather)
Me: (Whispers to myself) seriously?
Sylar: (Still sleeping) Seriously. (Left hand with whip cream grabs pie from table and starts eating it)
Me: You’re such a pig.
Sylar: (Wakes up, still chewing his pie) why are you here? What’s on my hand? AND WHAT AM I EATING?
Me: Whip cream and you’re eating pumpkin pie.
Sylar: Oh. Okay. (Licks his hand) I need more.
Me: So you don’t care that you happen to wake up eating pie?
Sylar: (grabs the whip cream can, sprays it into his mouth, then smiles) NOPE!
Me: -_-
Sylar Short Stories: January 11 - 7, 2010
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Sylar: (In a tree) WHAT?! I’M A LITTLE BUSY HERE!
Me: (Sceptical) what are you doing?
Sylar: WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M DOING? I’m going to take my whip and swing over to the next tree LIKE IN INDIANA JONES!
Me: (notices that Sylar is dressed exactly like Indiana Jones) okay. (Starts to walk away)
Sylar: NO! Stay! You need to watch my awesomeness!
Me: (turns around) Okay.
Sylar: (Takes a deep breath, starts singing the Indiana Jones song, whips his whip and it catches the branch) get ready to see some awesome! (Jumps off tree, branch breaks, he falls on his back)
Me: (Eyes wide open, runs to his side) OH MY GOSH! Are you okay? (Looks at his stomach, a tree branch pokes through)
Sylar: Yeah, sure! I mean, THERE IS A TREE BRANCH STICKING OUT OF MY STOMACH! Take it out. NOW!
Me: (Grabs the branch and with a tug it slides right out) lovely. You know if I you sign this tree branch, I could sell it on EBay and some super obsessed fan would totally buy this.
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar: WHAT?!
Me: Do you want to play a game of soccer?
Sylar: Sure! (Mumbling to himself) This is going to be so easy.
(Gets onto the field)
Me: READY GIRLS?!
DobbyJunior, Raine, May, Persephone, Ziggyeor, and Atefeh: READY!
Sylar: When did those fan girls get there?
(Soccer ball falls down from sky)
Me: (Sylar and I running towards ball, Sylar gets it first) who you going pass it to? You’re the only one on the team MUWHAHAHA.
Sylar: (Evil look) I can use my power. (Attempts to use power, doesn’t work) What?
Me: (Kicks the ball from Sylar, accidently kicking him in the shin) Oops (runs towards the net at the goalie) GIRLS! I NEED SOME HELP HERE!
Sylar: (Lying on the floor in pain, grabbing his shin) THAT REALLY HURT!
(All the fan girls run towards Sylar and kneel by him, some stroking his leg, another massaging his shoulders)
Ziggyeor: Don’t worry, we’ll kiss it better!
Sylar: NO! NO KISSING!
Me: (WAKES UP in my living room on the couch, sees Sylar on the floor in pain) Hey! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY LIVING ROOM?
Sylar: WHY DID YOU KICK ME IN THE SHIN?
Me: I kicked you in the shin? WHILE I WAS SLEEPING? AWESOME! No, seriously, what are you doing here?
Sylar: I was going to scare you. AND THEN YOU KICKED ME.
Me: Well that’s what you get for trying to scare me.
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Sylar: WHAT?!
Me: Guess what my mom said? She said that if I finish washing her car, SHE’S GOING TO GIVE ME PUMPKIN PIE! And you know I COULD give you some, if you help me...
Sylar: (Eyes bulge) REALLY? OKAY! YEAH! (goes to get the hose in the backyard)
Me: (Yells) Actually I think I’ll just give you my piece!
Sylar: (Pops out of nowhere right in front of me while I throw a bucket of water onto the car, which splashes him) REALLY!?
Me: Oh my gosh, I’m sorry Sylar. You came out of nowhere
Sylar: I DON’T CARE. (Takes off shirt, whips hair to get water off) CAN I REALLY HAVE YOUR PIECE?
Me: (Mouth wide open, what I see happens in slow motion, heart literally melting) Yes...
Sylar: (Jumps up and down) Yipee! (Washes the car)
Me: (Mouth still open) Oh wow, Sylar half naked on my driveway. Somewhere, the minds of fan girls are exploding.
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Me: WHERE ARE YOU?! (Sees Sylar sleeping, starting to quietly leave)
Sylar: (Snoring, on the couch, cradling a teddy bear, mumbling) WAIT!
Me: (Stands still, turns around) what?
Sylar: (Still sleeping, mumbling) you need...you need to help...me find him
Me: (Giggling, going along, takes phone out to record) find who Sylar?
Sylar: (Snores) Waldo.
Me: (Giggling even louder) why do you want to find Waldo?
Sylar: (Turns over to the other side) because he...he has a power.
Me: (curious) what kind of power does Waldo have? The power to hide?
Sylar: (Snores) No...no...the power... the power... to have rubber duckies to appear out of nowhere. The duckies can eat the purple ... the purple... marshmallows. The marshmallows...purple...are the enemy of the yellow duck.
Me: (Bursts into laughter, waking Sylar)
Sylar: (Gets up and uses his power to hold me to the wall, in a serious tone) what are you doing here?
Me: (Still laughing, holds up my phone) Watch this.
Sylar: (Eyes bulge) this really happened? Why do I have no memory of this?
Me: Maybe your teddy bear knows (giggles while points at his teddy bear)
Sylar: Yes, maybe Mister Snuggles can explain the purple marshmallows!
Me: -_-
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Sylar: OH MY GOSH (Grinning from ear to ear) ARE YOU SEEING THIS?
Me: (Looks around, there are pumpkin pies everywhere) Yes, I’m seeing this. Oh my gosh.
Sylar: (Reaches out to grab one, all of a sudden someone from behind the pie grabs his hands and ties them up) HEY! WHAT THE HECK! NICOLE!
Me: Why are you looking at me? I’m not doing anything...
Sylar: (Looks down, feet tied up, pumpkins fall down from the shelf) NO! THE HORROR!
(Gayle walks towards Sylar, soon comes Lisa M, Kannbrown, Babysteps, Revica, and MLadyArtist )
Sylar: (Panicking) NICOLE! HELP ME UNTIE THESE ROPES BEFORE THEY GET ME!
Me: (sitting on a chair eating a pumpkin pie, mouth full) WOT?
Sylar: (falls to the ground, the girls kneels by him) AHHH...wait, they aren’t going to kill me... (A fan girl rubs her fingers through his hair, another takes off his jacket) Heh, I kind of like this... (A fan girl takes a piece of pie and feeds it to him) EWW THIS IS PRUNE PIE AND WHAT IS THAT POKING MY BACK?!
Sylar: (opens his eyes, lying in the park)
Me: (stops poking him) have a nice nap sleeping beauty?
Sylar: (frazzled) It was just a dream?! I didn’t eat prune pie and there aren’t any fan girls drooling all over me at this moment?
Me: NOPE, no fan girls! Well okay, me...
Sylar: -_-
Sylar: (In a tree) WHAT?! I’M A LITTLE BUSY HERE!
Me: (Sceptical) what are you doing?
Sylar: WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M DOING? I’m going to take my whip and swing over to the next tree LIKE IN INDIANA JONES!
Me: (notices that Sylar is dressed exactly like Indiana Jones) okay. (Starts to walk away)
Sylar: NO! Stay! You need to watch my awesomeness!
Me: (turns around) Okay.
Sylar: (Takes a deep breath, starts singing the Indiana Jones song, whips his whip and it catches the branch) get ready to see some awesome! (Jumps off tree, branch breaks, he falls on his back)
Me: (Eyes wide open, runs to his side) OH MY GOSH! Are you okay? (Looks at his stomach, a tree branch pokes through)
Sylar: Yeah, sure! I mean, THERE IS A TREE BRANCH STICKING OUT OF MY STOMACH! Take it out. NOW!
Me: (Grabs the branch and with a tug it slides right out) lovely. You know if I you sign this tree branch, I could sell it on EBay and some super obsessed fan would totally buy this.
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar: WHAT?!
Me: Do you want to play a game of soccer?
Sylar: Sure! (Mumbling to himself) This is going to be so easy.
(Gets onto the field)
Me: READY GIRLS?!
DobbyJunior, Raine, May, Persephone, Ziggyeor, and Atefeh: READY!
Sylar: When did those fan girls get there?
(Soccer ball falls down from sky)
Me: (Sylar and I running towards ball, Sylar gets it first) who you going pass it to? You’re the only one on the team MUWHAHAHA.
Sylar: (Evil look) I can use my power. (Attempts to use power, doesn’t work) What?
Me: (Kicks the ball from Sylar, accidently kicking him in the shin) Oops (runs towards the net at the goalie) GIRLS! I NEED SOME HELP HERE!
Sylar: (Lying on the floor in pain, grabbing his shin) THAT REALLY HURT!
(All the fan girls run towards Sylar and kneel by him, some stroking his leg, another massaging his shoulders)
Ziggyeor: Don’t worry, we’ll kiss it better!
Sylar: NO! NO KISSING!
Me: (WAKES UP in my living room on the couch, sees Sylar on the floor in pain) Hey! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY LIVING ROOM?
Sylar: WHY DID YOU KICK ME IN THE SHIN?
Me: I kicked you in the shin? WHILE I WAS SLEEPING? AWESOME! No, seriously, what are you doing here?
Sylar: I was going to scare you. AND THEN YOU KICKED ME.
Me: Well that’s what you get for trying to scare me.
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Sylar: WHAT?!
Me: Guess what my mom said? She said that if I finish washing her car, SHE’S GOING TO GIVE ME PUMPKIN PIE! And you know I COULD give you some, if you help me...
Sylar: (Eyes bulge) REALLY? OKAY! YEAH! (goes to get the hose in the backyard)
Me: (Yells) Actually I think I’ll just give you my piece!
Sylar: (Pops out of nowhere right in front of me while I throw a bucket of water onto the car, which splashes him) REALLY!?
Me: Oh my gosh, I’m sorry Sylar. You came out of nowhere
Sylar: I DON’T CARE. (Takes off shirt, whips hair to get water off) CAN I REALLY HAVE YOUR PIECE?
Me: (Mouth wide open, what I see happens in slow motion, heart literally melting) Yes...
Sylar: (Jumps up and down) Yipee! (Washes the car)
Me: (Mouth still open) Oh wow, Sylar half naked on my driveway. Somewhere, the minds of fan girls are exploding.
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Me: WHERE ARE YOU?! (Sees Sylar sleeping, starting to quietly leave)
Sylar: (Snoring, on the couch, cradling a teddy bear, mumbling) WAIT!
Me: (Stands still, turns around) what?
Sylar: (Still sleeping, mumbling) you need...you need to help...me find him
Me: (Giggling, going along, takes phone out to record) find who Sylar?
Sylar: (Snores) Waldo.
Me: (Giggling even louder) why do you want to find Waldo?
Sylar: (Turns over to the other side) because he...he has a power.
Me: (curious) what kind of power does Waldo have? The power to hide?
Sylar: (Snores) No...no...the power... the power... to have rubber duckies to appear out of nowhere. The duckies can eat the purple ... the purple... marshmallows. The marshmallows...purple...are the enemy of the yellow duck.
Me: (Bursts into laughter, waking Sylar)
Sylar: (Gets up and uses his power to hold me to the wall, in a serious tone) what are you doing here?
Me: (Still laughing, holds up my phone) Watch this.
Sylar: (Eyes bulge) this really happened? Why do I have no memory of this?
Me: Maybe your teddy bear knows (giggles while points at his teddy bear)
Sylar: Yes, maybe Mister Snuggles can explain the purple marshmallows!
Me: -_-
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Sylar: OH MY GOSH (Grinning from ear to ear) ARE YOU SEEING THIS?
Me: (Looks around, there are pumpkin pies everywhere) Yes, I’m seeing this. Oh my gosh.
Sylar: (Reaches out to grab one, all of a sudden someone from behind the pie grabs his hands and ties them up) HEY! WHAT THE HECK! NICOLE!
Me: Why are you looking at me? I’m not doing anything...
Sylar: (Looks down, feet tied up, pumpkins fall down from the shelf) NO! THE HORROR!
(Gayle walks towards Sylar, soon comes Lisa M, Kannbrown, Babysteps, Revica, and MLadyArtist )
Sylar: (Panicking) NICOLE! HELP ME UNTIE THESE ROPES BEFORE THEY GET ME!
Me: (sitting on a chair eating a pumpkin pie, mouth full) WOT?
Sylar: (falls to the ground, the girls kneels by him) AHHH...wait, they aren’t going to kill me... (A fan girl rubs her fingers through his hair, another takes off his jacket) Heh, I kind of like this... (A fan girl takes a piece of pie and feeds it to him) EWW THIS IS PRUNE PIE AND WHAT IS THAT POKING MY BACK?!
Sylar: (opens his eyes, lying in the park)
Me: (stops poking him) have a nice nap sleeping beauty?
Sylar: (frazzled) It was just a dream?! I didn’t eat prune pie and there aren’t any fan girls drooling all over me at this moment?
Me: NOPE, no fan girls! Well okay, me...
Sylar: -_-
Sylar Short Stories: January 5- 1, 2010
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! I NEED MY BOOK BACK FOR SCHOOL!
Sylar: (sitting in the darkness, watching another movie)
Me: (Sees book on the coffee table, crawls towards it, Sylar puts his feet on top of the book, I look at the TV and start watching)
Movie: “It's stronger than her love. In fact, reinforced by her love. You can say everything you long to say, including good-bye. Even if she can't understand it. And you'll have the satisfaction that you didn't give up.”
Sylar: (Sniffles, grabs a tissue paper through the sleeves of his Snuggie)
Me: (sitting on the floor, unseen, quietly sniffling, reaches for the tissue)
Sylar: (Sees my hand, eyes goes wide, literally jumps out of the couch) AHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? (Discreetly wipes eyes)
Me: I needed my book! (Looks at him) Were you crying?
Sylar: (Shocked, embarrassed) No, no! I’m not crying! My eyes are...are just a little sweaty today!
Me: Your eyes are a little… (Pause) sweaty? (Pausing to think about it)
Sylar: (Arm comes up; furniture comes off of the floor, moves around the room then fall to the floor)
Me: What are you doing?
Sylar: Rearranging my furniture so that if you come in, I’ll be able to see you.
Me: And so that I don’t catch you and (thinks about it, and slowly say) your eyes sweating …
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar: WHAT?!
Me: Someone left you a pumpkin pie specifically for you over on that table. (Points to the table)
Sylar: (Breaks out into a huge grin) REALLY?! (Starts sprinting towards the table) NOM NOM NOM! Thanks Nicole!
Me: (Surprised) I never baked any pie...I don’t even know who left it there.
Sylar: (Pumpkin pie in his mouth, whip cream moustache, goes wide eyed) WOT? WHO GOVE IT TEN?
Hollyjolly: GET HIM!
(Jeslil, Ziggyeor, Born2Trek, and Persephone sprint towards him from a bush they were hiding behind. Lisa M and Hollyjolly on bikes pedalling towards him)
Sylar: AHHH! (Runs away from the fans)
Me: (Carefully tip toeing to the half eaten pie, wanting to get a taste)
Sylar: (runs towards me) I’LL TAKE THAT! AHHHH! (Flies into the sky)
Me: -_-
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Sylar: SHHH! I’M WATCHING A MOVIE ON MY IPHONE.
Me: (Curious) What movie? (Looks over his shoulder)
Sylar: Star Trek! (Smiles) This Spock is such a control freak. I’m rooting for this Captain Nero character!
Me: (Surprised) But Spock is awesome! He is so smart, handsome... (Going into fan girl fantasy mode)
Sylar: Eh. (Still glued to the movie) did you watch the fight scene with Kirk and Spock? Totally could have taken Spock down. It would be too easy. WAAAY TOO EASY. (Looks at me directly, stares into my soul) TOO EASY.
Me: Whatever you say Sylar... (walks away)
(Later that day...)
Me: (See’s Sylar on the ground, his face shows all sorts of confusion) What happened? (Grabs his hand to lift him up)
Sylar: (out of breath) Spock...challenge...no killing...HE TOUCHED MY NECK...
Me: Say no more, I can imagine.
Sylar: (Starts to walk away)
Me: Where are you going? Don’t you dare even try to get his power (Remembers something) There’s pumpkin pie over there for you!
Sylar: (Stops dead in his track) What? WHERE?! WHERE IS IT! ?
(To be continued...)
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Sylar: WHAT?!
Me: Can you help me with something? (Grabs his arm, pulls him to my bedroom) My Sylar poster fell down and I’m having trouble putting it up.
Sylar: Yeah, sure. I’ll use my power to put it up, no problem.
Me: (Watching him successfully put the poster up, looks down at his foot) WHAT’S THAT!
Sylar: (looks down, eyes bulge) OH MY GAWD (Screams, jumps on my bed) THERE’S A HUGE SPIDER! GET IT!
Me: (Already on the bed with him, jumping up and down) NO YOU GET IT! YOU’RE THE ONE WITH THE POWER!
Sylar: (Points at the spider, moves his arm, misses) DANG! DARN SPIDER! (Spider disappears)
(Both of us sit on the bed)
Me: Wow, I’ve never heard you scream like that before.
Sylar: Well wait just one sec...
(Poster falls down)
Sylar: *large sigh* -_-
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Sylar: IT’S TIME TO CELEBRATE!
Me: Why are you so energetic?
Sylar: I DRANK TOO MUCH COFFEE YESTERDAY! (Huge smile)
Me: Why?
Sylar: I WAS DARED. SO WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO? BUNGEE JUMPING? SKY DIVING?
Me: How ‘bout we just sit and talk by the fountain?
Sylar: OKAY!(we sit down)
Me: (Looks over to my other side for a cookie) So who dared you? (Hears a large splash)
Sylar: (Passed out and lying in the fountain) UGHH...Why am I taking a bath IN A FOUNTAIN?
Me: (Gets into the water, pulls him out of the fountain) I think you just crashed.
Sylar: (Standing up in the fountain) into what?
Me: Into the effects of caffeine and lack of sleep.
Sylar: Okay. Remind me to kill them later (walks out of the fountain, walks a few steps and crashes into a tree branch, lying on the floor) who was that? Did I just crash into caffeine? (giggles before falling to sleep)
Me: -_-
Sylar: (sitting in the darkness, watching another movie)
Me: (Sees book on the coffee table, crawls towards it, Sylar puts his feet on top of the book, I look at the TV and start watching)
Movie: “It's stronger than her love. In fact, reinforced by her love. You can say everything you long to say, including good-bye. Even if she can't understand it. And you'll have the satisfaction that you didn't give up.”
Sylar: (Sniffles, grabs a tissue paper through the sleeves of his Snuggie)
Me: (sitting on the floor, unseen, quietly sniffling, reaches for the tissue)
Sylar: (Sees my hand, eyes goes wide, literally jumps out of the couch) AHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? (Discreetly wipes eyes)
Me: I needed my book! (Looks at him) Were you crying?
Sylar: (Shocked, embarrassed) No, no! I’m not crying! My eyes are...are just a little sweaty today!
Me: Your eyes are a little… (Pause) sweaty? (Pausing to think about it)
Sylar: (Arm comes up; furniture comes off of the floor, moves around the room then fall to the floor)
Me: What are you doing?
Sylar: Rearranging my furniture so that if you come in, I’ll be able to see you.
Me: And so that I don’t catch you and (thinks about it, and slowly say) your eyes sweating …
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar: WHAT?!
Me: Someone left you a pumpkin pie specifically for you over on that table. (Points to the table)
Sylar: (Breaks out into a huge grin) REALLY?! (Starts sprinting towards the table) NOM NOM NOM! Thanks Nicole!
Me: (Surprised) I never baked any pie...I don’t even know who left it there.
Sylar: (Pumpkin pie in his mouth, whip cream moustache, goes wide eyed) WOT? WHO GOVE IT TEN?
Hollyjolly: GET HIM!
(Jeslil, Ziggyeor, Born2Trek, and Persephone sprint towards him from a bush they were hiding behind. Lisa M and Hollyjolly on bikes pedalling towards him)
Sylar: AHHH! (Runs away from the fans)
Me: (Carefully tip toeing to the half eaten pie, wanting to get a taste)
Sylar: (runs towards me) I’LL TAKE THAT! AHHHH! (Flies into the sky)
Me: -_-
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Sylar: SHHH! I’M WATCHING A MOVIE ON MY IPHONE.
Me: (Curious) What movie? (Looks over his shoulder)
Sylar: Star Trek! (Smiles) This Spock is such a control freak. I’m rooting for this Captain Nero character!
Me: (Surprised) But Spock is awesome! He is so smart, handsome... (Going into fan girl fantasy mode)
Sylar: Eh. (Still glued to the movie) did you watch the fight scene with Kirk and Spock? Totally could have taken Spock down. It would be too easy. WAAAY TOO EASY. (Looks at me directly, stares into my soul) TOO EASY.
Me: Whatever you say Sylar... (walks away)
(Later that day...)
Me: (See’s Sylar on the ground, his face shows all sorts of confusion) What happened? (Grabs his hand to lift him up)
Sylar: (out of breath) Spock...challenge...no killing...HE TOUCHED MY NECK...
Me: Say no more, I can imagine.
Sylar: (Starts to walk away)
Me: Where are you going? Don’t you dare even try to get his power (Remembers something) There’s pumpkin pie over there for you!
Sylar: (Stops dead in his track) What? WHERE?! WHERE IS IT! ?
(To be continued...)
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Sylar: WHAT?!
Me: Can you help me with something? (Grabs his arm, pulls him to my bedroom) My Sylar poster fell down and I’m having trouble putting it up.
Sylar: Yeah, sure. I’ll use my power to put it up, no problem.
Me: (Watching him successfully put the poster up, looks down at his foot) WHAT’S THAT!
Sylar: (looks down, eyes bulge) OH MY GAWD (Screams, jumps on my bed) THERE’S A HUGE SPIDER! GET IT!
Me: (Already on the bed with him, jumping up and down) NO YOU GET IT! YOU’RE THE ONE WITH THE POWER!
Sylar: (Points at the spider, moves his arm, misses) DANG! DARN SPIDER! (Spider disappears)
(Both of us sit on the bed)
Me: Wow, I’ve never heard you scream like that before.
Sylar: Well wait just one sec...
(Poster falls down)
Sylar: *large sigh* -_-
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Sylar: IT’S TIME TO CELEBRATE!
Me: Why are you so energetic?
Sylar: I DRANK TOO MUCH COFFEE YESTERDAY! (Huge smile)
Me: Why?
Sylar: I WAS DARED. SO WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO? BUNGEE JUMPING? SKY DIVING?
Me: How ‘bout we just sit and talk by the fountain?
Sylar: OKAY!(we sit down)
Me: (Looks over to my other side for a cookie) So who dared you? (Hears a large splash)
Sylar: (Passed out and lying in the fountain) UGHH...Why am I taking a bath IN A FOUNTAIN?
Me: (Gets into the water, pulls him out of the fountain) I think you just crashed.
Sylar: (Standing up in the fountain) into what?
Me: Into the effects of caffeine and lack of sleep.
Sylar: Okay. Remind me to kill them later (walks out of the fountain, walks a few steps and crashes into a tree branch, lying on the floor) who was that? Did I just crash into caffeine? (giggles before falling to sleep)
Me: -_-
Sylar Short Stories: December 31- 27, 2009
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Sylar: THIS IS A DREAM, WAKE UP!
Me: (Wakes up) Darn it. (Reaches over for my watch, grabs a hand, looks over, screams) WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE AT (Looks at watch) 11:59?!
Sylar: (Super enthusiastic) Wait for it. (Points at the clock, turns to 12) GOOD MORNING AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Me: (Rolls eyes) happy New Year to you too, now get out of my room please.
Sylar: WE NEED TO CELEBRATE!
Me: Celebrate in the morning...
Sylar: BUT IT IS THE MORNING!
Me: (Lightly snoring)
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar: (Sitting on a couch, watching a movie)
(Hearing Julia Roberts’ and Richard Gere’s voices)
Me: (Sneaking up behind Sylar [probably the worse idea someone can possibly do]) HEY! WHATCHA WATCHING?!
Sylar: (Jumps in the air) DON’T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!
Me: (looking behind his body at the TV) Pretty Woman? (Looks at Sylar)
Sylar: (Changes the channel to wrestling) NO! I’m watching wrestling.
Me: (Sceptical) Really? (Staring him down)
Sylar: (Bows head) No, Pretty Woman. (Switches the channel back)
Me: Well then, MOVE OVER! And can you make another bag of popcorn?
Sylar: (Takes an un-popped bag and points at it, immediately the popcorn is popped.) Done and done.
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Sylar: WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
Me: OH JEEZ! Don’t have to be so loud! Now I’m not even going to tell you what I was going to say! Humph!
Sylar: Aw, come on! Tell me!
Me: Nope (turns around so my back faces him.)
Sylar: I’ll buy you ice cream!
Me: (shakes head, turns around again) nope!
Sylar: I’ll buy you flowers!
Me: (Shakes head)
Sylar: Um...I won’t kill you!
Me: Fine, okay. (Motions him to come closer) you’re hot (runs away giggling)
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar: YOU WATCHED ME GET CHASED THE OTHER DAY AND YOU DIDN’T BOTHER HELPING! I’m not talking to you.
Me: What? THIS IS MADNESS!
Sylar: MADNESS? THIS...IS...SPARTA!! (Kicks a table)
Sylar: You totally set me up for that one.
Me: Yes, I know. I’m awesome like that.
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar: FOR THE LOVE OF GAWD! WHAT?
Me: Are you happy now?
Sylar: What?
Me: You just made the fan girls come after you again with your yelling!
(Sees Sylarlikesu4urbrains, LisaM, Ziggyeor, DocOrthoRodriguez, Jeslil, and Persephone running towards Sylar)
Sylar: (wide eyed) what do I do? WHERE DO I GO?
Me: Teleport!
Sylar: I CAN’T! I DON’T HAVE HIRO’S POWER!
Me: YOU HAD THE CHANCE TO KILL HIM SO MANY TIMES! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU!?
Sylar: CAN WE NOT DISCUSS THIS NOW? THEY ARE COMING CLOSER!!!
Me: (Looking around, there happens to be a pie shop behind me) One Minute! (Comes back holding a pie)
Sylar: (Steps back) I know what you are going to do! Don’t you dare...
Me: (Starts eating it) run.
Sylar: (Looks behind, sees fan girls) AHHHHH! (Starts running around)
Me: (Still eating my pie) this is some good pie.
Sylar: (runs towards me, grabs my pie) THANKS! (Eats it while he runs)
Me: -_-
Sylar: THIS IS A DREAM, WAKE UP!
Me: (Wakes up) Darn it. (Reaches over for my watch, grabs a hand, looks over, screams) WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE AT (Looks at watch) 11:59?!
Sylar: (Super enthusiastic) Wait for it. (Points at the clock, turns to 12) GOOD MORNING AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Me: (Rolls eyes) happy New Year to you too, now get out of my room please.
Sylar: WE NEED TO CELEBRATE!
Me: Celebrate in the morning...
Sylar: BUT IT IS THE MORNING!
Me: (Lightly snoring)
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar: (Sitting on a couch, watching a movie)
(Hearing Julia Roberts’ and Richard Gere’s voices)
Me: (Sneaking up behind Sylar [probably the worse idea someone can possibly do]) HEY! WHATCHA WATCHING?!
Sylar: (Jumps in the air) DON’T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!
Me: (looking behind his body at the TV) Pretty Woman? (Looks at Sylar)
Sylar: (Changes the channel to wrestling) NO! I’m watching wrestling.
Me: (Sceptical) Really? (Staring him down)
Sylar: (Bows head) No, Pretty Woman. (Switches the channel back)
Me: Well then, MOVE OVER! And can you make another bag of popcorn?
Sylar: (Takes an un-popped bag and points at it, immediately the popcorn is popped.) Done and done.
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Sylar: WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
Me: OH JEEZ! Don’t have to be so loud! Now I’m not even going to tell you what I was going to say! Humph!
Sylar: Aw, come on! Tell me!
Me: Nope (turns around so my back faces him.)
Sylar: I’ll buy you ice cream!
Me: (shakes head, turns around again) nope!
Sylar: I’ll buy you flowers!
Me: (Shakes head)
Sylar: Um...I won’t kill you!
Me: Fine, okay. (Motions him to come closer) you’re hot (runs away giggling)
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar: YOU WATCHED ME GET CHASED THE OTHER DAY AND YOU DIDN’T BOTHER HELPING! I’m not talking to you.
Me: What? THIS IS MADNESS!
Sylar: MADNESS? THIS...IS...SPARTA!! (Kicks a table)
Sylar: You totally set me up for that one.
Me: Yes, I know. I’m awesome like that.
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar: FOR THE LOVE OF GAWD! WHAT?
Me: Are you happy now?
Sylar: What?
Me: You just made the fan girls come after you again with your yelling!
(Sees Sylarlikesu4urbrains, LisaM, Ziggyeor, DocOrthoRodriguez, Jeslil, and Persephone running towards Sylar)
Sylar: (wide eyed) what do I do? WHERE DO I GO?
Me: Teleport!
Sylar: I CAN’T! I DON’T HAVE HIRO’S POWER!
Me: YOU HAD THE CHANCE TO KILL HIM SO MANY TIMES! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU!?
Sylar: CAN WE NOT DISCUSS THIS NOW? THEY ARE COMING CLOSER!!!
Me: (Looking around, there happens to be a pie shop behind me) One Minute! (Comes back holding a pie)
Sylar: (Steps back) I know what you are going to do! Don’t you dare...
Me: (Starts eating it) run.
Sylar: (Looks behind, sees fan girls) AHHHHH! (Starts running around)
Me: (Still eating my pie) this is some good pie.
Sylar: (runs towards me, grabs my pie) THANKS! (Eats it while he runs)
Me: -_-
Sylar Short Stories: December 26 - 23 , 2009
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Sylar: WHAT NOW?!
Me: (leaning back) Why are you yelling so loud? I’m standing right next to you.
Sylar: I WENT TO THE CONCERT LAST NIGHT AND I STOOD RIGHT IN FRONT OF A SPEAKER!
Me: How’d you get in the front? Did the people realize you were Sylar and moved out of the way?
Sylar: NO! I RECOGNIZED SOME FANGIRLS, THEY FAINTED AT MY SEXYNESS AND IT CLEARED A PATHWAY FOR ME!
Me: -_-
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Sylar: MERRY CHRISTMAS! WHAT?!
Me: Merry Christmas to you too! LOOK AT WHAT I GOT FOR CHRISTMAS! (Shows him my new dog that looks just like Mr. Muggles)I named him Mister Muggles of course!
Sylar: (Serious face switched to a huge grin) AWWEE. (Mister Muggles licks him) Awe, who’s a good boy! (In a higher pitch) Who’s a good boy! You are! (Starts giggling)
Me: (Starts giggling)
Sylar: (Looks up at me, grin goes back to a serious look) I mean (clears throat) cute dog.
Me: Okay then Sylar. *Smirk*
(Mister Muggles licks Sylar’s face; Sylar breaks into a huge grin)
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Sylar: (Couldn’t hear me, singing) Sylar is coming to town! He's making a list, it’s his ideal; gonna find out who has a power to steal, Sylar is coming to town...
Me: SYLAR!!!
Sylar: (Arm comes up; index finger pops up, moves arm)
(Cutting sound, followed by a huge thump)
Sylar: Girls dream of him when they’re sleeping... (Stops, looks at me) Were you there the whole time?
Me: Yes. (Looks behind his back) I see you are getting your Christmas tree.
Sylar: Yup, freshly cut.
Me: You didn’t finish the song (pouts)
Sylar: (huge grin, takes in a deep breath) Sylar is coming... TOOO TOOWWNNN!
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Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Me: What?
Sylar: Why don’t you freak out like I do when you call my name twenty times?
Me: I don’t know actually. What did you want?
Sylar: To give you your Christmas gift (huge grin on his face, runs away giggling)
Me: (Shakes it, rips open the paper, opens the box) what the heck, there is just another box! (Opens the box, leads to another box, this goes on for another 4 minutes)
Me: UGH. Finally! (Super small box, aroma coming off of it, opens the box) HAHAHAHA! OH Sylar. (Takes the Falafel out of the box and eats it)
Sylar: (Faint giggling sounds)
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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! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: WHAT?! It’s been a long time since you’ve said my name! WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH YOU?
Me: What? I’VE BEEN BUSY!
Sylar: WHAT CAN YOU POSSIBLY BE BUSY WITH? DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW? IS HE AS CUTE AS ME? DOES HE HAVE AWESOME EYEBROWS?! DOES HE WEAR CONVERSE? IS IT BECAUSE I WEAR CHUCKS? OH IT MUST BE THE HAT! HE WEARS FEDORAS!
Me: (Confused look) No! I was busy getting you this! (Pulls out a Christmas present from bag)
Sylar: OH! Um, thanks. I didn’t get you anything.
Me: Oh, don’t worry about it. You freaking out on why I was busy is good enough for me. =]
Sylar: -_-
Sylar: WHAT NOW?!
Me: (leaning back) Why are you yelling so loud? I’m standing right next to you.
Sylar: I WENT TO THE CONCERT LAST NIGHT AND I STOOD RIGHT IN FRONT OF A SPEAKER!
Me: How’d you get in the front? Did the people realize you were Sylar and moved out of the way?
Sylar: NO! I RECOGNIZED SOME FANGIRLS, THEY FAINTED AT MY SEXYNESS AND IT CLEARED A PATHWAY FOR ME!
Me: -_-
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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: MERRY CHRISTMAS! WHAT?!
Me: Merry Christmas to you too! LOOK AT WHAT I GOT FOR CHRISTMAS! (Shows him my new dog that looks just like Mr. Muggles)I named him Mister Muggles of course!
Sylar: (Serious face switched to a huge grin) AWWEE. (Mister Muggles licks him) Awe, who’s a good boy! (In a higher pitch) Who’s a good boy! You are! (Starts giggling)
Me: (Starts giggling)
Sylar: (Looks up at me, grin goes back to a serious look) I mean (clears throat) cute dog.
Me: Okay then Sylar. *Smirk*
(Mister Muggles licks Sylar’s face; Sylar breaks into a huge grin)
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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! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: (Couldn’t hear me, singing) Sylar is coming to town! He's making a list, it’s his ideal; gonna find out who has a power to steal, Sylar is coming to town...
Me: SYLAR!!!
Sylar: (Arm comes up; index finger pops up, moves arm)
(Cutting sound, followed by a huge thump)
Sylar: Girls dream of him when they’re sleeping... (Stops, looks at me) Were you there the whole time?
Me: Yes. (Looks behind his back) I see you are getting your Christmas tree.
Sylar: Yup, freshly cut.
Me: You didn’t finish the song (pouts)
Sylar: (huge grin, takes in a deep breath) Sylar is coming... TOOO TOOWWNNN!
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Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Me: What?
Sylar: Why don’t you freak out like I do when you call my name twenty times?
Me: I don’t know actually. What did you want?
Sylar: To give you your Christmas gift (huge grin on his face, runs away giggling)
Me: (Shakes it, rips open the paper, opens the box) what the heck, there is just another box! (Opens the box, leads to another box, this goes on for another 4 minutes)
Me: UGH. Finally! (Super small box, aroma coming off of it, opens the box) HAHAHAHA! OH Sylar. (Takes the Falafel out of the box and eats it)
Sylar: (Faint giggling sounds)
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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! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: WHAT?! It’s been a long time since you’ve said my name! WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH YOU?
Me: What? I’VE BEEN BUSY!
Sylar: WHAT CAN YOU POSSIBLY BE BUSY WITH? DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW? IS HE AS CUTE AS ME? DOES HE HAVE AWESOME EYEBROWS?! DOES HE WEAR CONVERSE? IS IT BECAUSE I WEAR CHUCKS? OH IT MUST BE THE HAT! HE WEARS FEDORAS!
Me: (Confused look) No! I was busy getting you this! (Pulls out a Christmas present from bag)
Sylar: OH! Um, thanks. I didn’t get you anything.
Me: Oh, don’t worry about it. You freaking out on why I was busy is good enough for me. =]
Sylar: -_-
Sylar Short Stories: December 11, 2009
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Sylar: I’M A BIT BUSY RIGHT NOW! (Sees Peter on the wall in pain)
Me: BUT IT’S IMPORTANT!
Sylar: THE LAST TIME I LET YOU TELL ME SOMETHING BEFORE I SLICED A DUDES HEAD OFF, HE TELEPORTED AWAY. NOW GO AWAY!
Peter: (In pain) Run Nicole! Don’t kill me Sylar!
Me: No! I’M GOING TO TELL YOU WHAT I WANT TO TELL YOU!
Sylar: (Getting frustrated, raises his right arm, index finger points out) I finally get to do this! (Moves arm an inch, stops.) WHAT!?
Me: (Laughing, points) you just got an “Internal error in response handler”
Sylar: -_-
Sylar: I’M A BIT BUSY RIGHT NOW! (Sees Peter on the wall in pain)
Me: BUT IT’S IMPORTANT!
Sylar: THE LAST TIME I LET YOU TELL ME SOMETHING BEFORE I SLICED A DUDES HEAD OFF, HE TELEPORTED AWAY. NOW GO AWAY!
Peter: (In pain) Run Nicole! Don’t kill me Sylar!
Me: No! I’M GOING TO TELL YOU WHAT I WANT TO TELL YOU!
Sylar: (Getting frustrated, raises his right arm, index finger points out) I finally get to do this! (Moves arm an inch, stops.) WHAT!?
Me: (Laughing, points) you just got an “Internal error in response handler”
Sylar: -_-
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