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Sylar: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Me: Can you do me a HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE favour?
Sylar: (Purses his lips) Depends what it is...
Me: (Big grin, grabs a box with a costume in it) put this stuff on first. PLEEEEEEEEEEEAASEEE
Sylar: (opens box, stares at me, sighs) the things I do for you.
(10 minutes later, I hear a squeaking coming down the hallway)
Sylar: (In a clown costume, red nose, wig, and giant shoes) you owe me big time.
Me: Okay, so now what you’re going to have to do is entertain my brother’s friends. Okay?
Sylar: What am I supposed to do?!
Me: Be...creative. BUT DON’T KILL ANYONE. I need to pick up the cake. I’ll be back in 10 minutes.
Sylar: Okay fine. -_- (goes outside) HI KIDS! Do you want to learn how to spell MOLE?!
(10 minutes later)
Me: WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!?
Sylar: (covered in the remains of a pie, licks his lips) I ran out of jokes and then your mom threw a pie at me.
Me: My mom did WHAT?!
Sylar: (Takes a towel and wipes off everything on his face) she threw a pie at me. Well okay, I’m lying. She accidently tripped and the pie landed on my face. Your brother and his friends thought it was hilarious. They wouldn’t stop laughing at me.
Me: Awe, I’m sorry Sylar. (In a sweet tone) Do you want some ice cream?
Sylar: (still pouting, shakes his head)
Me: Do you want some pie?
Sylar: (Continues to pout and shakes his head)
Me: Do you want ... (thinks for a minute, smiles, in a sweet tone) a hug?
Sylar: (Nods, still pouting, opens his arms up)
Me: (hugs Sylar) all better?
Sylar: (nods)
(Mother comes in)
Mom: Sylar! I can’t believe you actually devoured that whole pie. It was for my husband!
Me: (Sylar looks at me with guilt, I look at him with distaste) you ATE the pie? So you didn’t trip at all? You LIED? (I hug him again)
Sylar: What’s this hug for?
Me: (I look up at him and smile) I forgive you
Sylar and mom : -_-
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Sylar: WHAT!
Me: (Suddenly in front of him, wearing the same clothes as him, angered) I DIDN’T CALL YOU!
Sylar: Are you serious? Am I hallucinating things?
Me: (In a cow costume) No, I think you’re just dreaming. (My body splits in two) Yes, definitely dreaming.
Sylar: OR! Maybe I’m dead. Nope, that’s impossible.
Me: (In futuristic clothing, holding a huge ice cream cone, speaking in a Russian accent) anything’s possible my dear.
Sylar: (Closes eyes tightly) wake up, wake up, wake up...
Me: (My head on a dogs body) Woof.
Sylar: (Pinches himself) OW! Why did I do that?!
Me: Sylar? Hello?
Sylar: (Blinks a couple times, rubs his eyes) Where am I? (looks around, he’s in his house)
Me: (writing down and speaking out loud at the same time) Day 2 of the research. Sylar seems to be seeing hallucinations after the second day of sleep deprivation.
Sylar: Sleep what?
Me: Esto es muy ridículo. ¿Por qué tienes que hacer esto?
Sylar: (Quietly) Nicole? Where are you?
Me: (in front of him, I turn around to get a pot of coffee starting) right here. Dude, you need some sleep. This is nonsense. You never should have volunteered for this in the first place. It’s just bad for you. (plugs the coffee machine in) I think you should go upstairs, change, and go to bed.
Sylar: (snoring, sleeping)
Me: Or you can just sleep here. On your kitchen table. Yeah.
Sylar: (Wakes up suddenly) NO! I need to stay awake.
Me: You should go to bed...or else... (thinks) the fan girls will get you when you’re most vulnerable.
Sylar: (goes wide eyed, runs up the stairs into his bed)
Me: that was easy!
Sylar: (from upstairs) I HEARD THAT!
Me: -_-
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Sylar: OH MY GOSH! (Runs up to hug me) THANK GOSH YOU ARE ALIVE.
Me: (Squashed in his sweater) arhgh. Crag duff moff shafe.
Sylar: (Lets go) What?
Me: (I fix my hair) what did you say?
Sylar: Thank gosh you are alive! I was so worried.
Me: (Blinks at him a few times) WHAT?! Why wouldn’t I be alive?
Sylar: (hesitates and then quietly) this fan girl told me you were in a car accident and in the hospital. She said you almost died.
Me: Really? A fan girl. Well you know that ... (and a car crashes into me)
Sylar: NICOLE! (runs to my body)
Me: (weakly) too bad I don’t have your power. (dies)
(Sylar wakes up)
Sylar: NICOLE!
Me: (I look at him) what’s up?
(We’re sitting in lawn chairs in my backyard, having a marshmallow roast)
Sylar: (wipes his eyes) how long have I been asleep?
Me: About 3 hours. (I continue roasting my marshmallow) what did you dream about? It seemed like you had a nightmare. (I get up to get another bag of marshmallows)
Sylar: Eh (looks away, sniffs) it was nothing. (Gets up and gives me hug)
Me: what are you doing? (holding the bag of marshmallows awkwardly)
Sylar: I’m trying to transfer a power to you.
Me: (giggles) I don’t think it’s going to work Sylar!
Sylar: Well I’m going to try! (Continues hugging)
Me: (I stand there, open the bag of marshmallows and starts eating them)
Sylar: Anything?
Me: (Smiles at him with marshmallows in my mouth) NOPE!
Sylar: -_-
