(Part 1)
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Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: Girl you’re amazing, just the way you are.
Me: REALLY?! (huge grin) YOU’RE TOO SWEET!
Sylar: (Looks at me) I’m sorry what?
Me: You just said I’m amazing.
Sylar: OH! NO! I was singing. I was trying out a new power.
Me: (Grin disappears) Oh...um...(awkward moment for me) what was the new power? The power of attraction?
Sylar: That’s what I thought (smug smile). No, somehow I was walking down the street and I felt something in my body. I thought maybe it was something that I ate and so I thought about what I ate earlier that day and I went back in time. I thought about more things and I realized that I have the power to get any power that I want. ANY POWER THAT I WANT.
Me: So then what power did you decide to use just now?
Sylar: FREE MUSIC IN MY HEAD WHEN I WANT.
Me: Oh. Alright. I’ll see you later then. (starting to walk away, a little sad.)
Sylar: WAIT! I can create the power to give people powers! I could give you mine temporarily!
Me: (Stops, turns around, eyebrow goes up) Reeeaaaallllly?
Sylar: (nods) as long as you use it for good.
Me: Of course. So how is this going to work since you didn’t actually come into contact with anyone to get the power and I’m just a normal, never-had-a-power-before person?
Sylar: I actually have no idea.
Me: Well how would YOU get powers from other people WITHOUT KILLING THEM?!
Sylar: Um ... well through Elle, I just wanted to take the pain away from her and it just happened. And through Lydia, it was through um ... kissing her?
Me: So what you’re saying is the only way to give me a power is if you take some invisible pain away?
Sylar: Are you in pain?
Me: No. (Slowly) So then the only option left, because no one has ever done this before, is for you to kiss me?
Sylar: I would think so.
Me: Then I refuse. I don’t want a power.
Sylar: WHAT?! WHY?! How come you don’t want a power? Is it because I have to kiss you for you to get one?! I kind of thought you might like that!
Me: Well, because it’s ... (cell phone rings) Hello? WHAT?! Where? Are you serious? No, no, no, no, no, no (Sombrely) He’s with me. Bye. (Looks at Sylar with scared eyes) That was Matt Parkman. There’s been an accident.
Sylar: Did someone get hurt?
Me: Yeah. Peter.
(Part 2)
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Sylar: (in shock, after a couple minutes he takes my shoulder and shakes me) WHERE IS PETER?!
Me: (shakily, slowly) a building collapsed downtown and they are digging for survivors.
Sylar: Is Claire with him? She can give him her power!
Me: (Softly) she’s in Texas, Sylar. She would have no way of knowing. And even if she did know, they haven’t found his body yet for her to transfer her power.
Sylar: We need to go there. NOW! (Takes my arm and in two seconds, we’re in downtown, right in front of the collapsed building)
Matt: (turns around) SYLAR! (Grabs him by the arm, whispers) what are you doing here?
Sylar: I’m saving Peter.
Matt: Sylar, listen to me. We’re lucky enough that someone was able to erase the minds of all the humans when Claire jumped off that Ferris wheel, we can’t afford you showing your power to the police AND the whole world.
Sylar: I don’t care. He helped me, Matt, and I owe him. (Closes his eyes and disappears for 10 minutes, dirty) I know where Peter is.
Matt: Fine, then go get him.
Sylar: (Sombrely) I can’t. Every time I’ve went in, he dies. I’ve done this nearly 100 times. The spot is too tight for me to fit, and when I did shrink myself to fit, it crushed me. I’ve tried thinking of different powers to use but it ends up the same; even when I went back in time. It’s impossible. He’s gone. (Breaks down)
Me: Let me try.
Matt & Sylar: What?!
Me: Every time you tried to go in, he dies. You don’t know what will happen if I go in.
Matt: We can’t risk that and besides, you don’t have a power.
Me: (Looks at Sylar) Well? You have nothing to lose!
Sylar: (Yells) well what if something happens to you?! I’E NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE.
Matt: Why are you still considering this idea? YOU HAVE NO POWER!
Sylar: SHUT UP MATT. (Matt scoffs and walks away towards the paramedics.)
Me: (Looks at the crumbled building, hurriedly) come on Sylar. For Peter. DO IT FOR PETE ... (Sylar grabs the back of my neck, pulls me in towards him and gives a kiss. I feel something twitch in my brain, I push Sylar back.)
Sylar: Did it work?
Me: (I look up at him) Give me a moment. (I close my eyes and think of Peter) Peter, where are you? (I find Peter, with his legs crushed, but still conscious, I open my eyes) Here goes.
Sylar: Good luck.
(I close my eyes, think about where I want to go, and then I’m there, crouching in the flames beside a disfigured Peter)
(Part 3)
PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER!
Peter: Huh? (Looks up, weakly) help me.
Me: I’m going to give you a power, think of whatever you need and it’ll basically become reality. Alright?
Peter: Yeah. (He thrusts his hand out towards me)
Me: (I grasp his hand, I feel the power surge towards him) Come on. Think of getting out of here.
Peter: (Thinks for a moment and the slab of concrete that was crushing him disappears and the fire goes out)
Me: Okay, let’s go.
Peter: NO! There are more people trapped in the building. We have to save them. (Closes his eyes and disappears)
Me: PETER! WHERE’D YOU GO! (the wall beside me crumbles, I teleport to where Peter is)
Peter: (Opens his eyes and raises his arms) AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Me: Peter, what was that?!
Peter: (Panting, slowly) mass teleportation. I...just...teleported everyone who was stuck inside the building to the outside. (Collapses)
Me: Peter?! PETER! (Still breathing) Okay. Stay with me. Here we go (holds Peter’s hand and teleports to the outside as the building completely disintegrates, I see Sylar) SYLAR! SYLAR!
Sylar: PETER! (Crouches next to him)
Me: (I start heavily panting) he’s not dead. He just fainted. He teleported everyone out.
Sylar: Oh, thank God. Peter? Hello?
Peter: Sylar? What are you doing here? Are the other people safe?
Sylar: Yes, they’re fine. You might have confused a lot of people teleporting them here, but otherwise they’re fine.
Me: (I stand up and look at Sylar, I feel something trickling down my face) Sylar? (He looks at me with horror) Am I crying? (I touch my face and look at my hand, the blood confusing me as I lose consciousness)
(Part 4)
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Me: I’m dead? Aren’t I?
Sylar: No. Now can you come out of your coma so I can yell at you?
Me: (Eyes open, I look around the room; obviously in a hospital. I see a man sitting beside my bed reading a magazine, I slowly sit up and hang my legs out of the bed) hi. Who are you?
Man: (removes magazine, smiles) my name is Samuel. Samuel Sullivan.
Me: Samuel Sullivan? Shouldn’t you be in jail? I mean you’ve killed a lot of people. And if you try to touch me, I’ll scream.
Samuel: (Backs up a bit, smiles) There is no need for that. (sits down again, puts his arm on his knees) Here’s the deal. I need your power.
Me: RIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHT. Even if I had it, there is no chance in the world I’m giving it to you. You want to see how weak it is? (I walk towards a tissue box on the counter, concentrate and the box falls) See?
Samuel: (Gets up suddenly from his chair, grabs my wrists and pushes me to the wall) I NEED THAT POWER. I DON’T GIVE A DAMN IF IT’S WEAK. GIVE IT TO ME.
Me: GET OFF OF ME YOU LUNATIC.
(Peter arrives with a bagel and coffee)
Me: PETER!
Peter: (Drops his coffee, his bagel turns into a rock and he throws it at Samuel.) Samuel, you made a mistake coming in here.
Samuel: (Grabs my neck) if you want to stay and fight, I guarantee you she will die. All I want is one thing. You leave now, and she leaves normal.
Peter: Don’t you dare touch her. (Telepathically slams Samuel at a wall and he gets up, Samuel starts making the ground move, things falling off the shelves, the floor splits in two and Peter falls through)
Me: PETER! (Looks down the crack, seeing him face down) STOP! SAMUEL. I’ll give you the power. Give me your hand.
Samuel: (Smiles, reaches out for me)
Peter: (telepathically) don’t do it.
Me: (I touch his hand and the power transfers, my legs give way and I fall and sit on the ground as Samuel laughs) why are you laughing?
Samuel: Because now I have everything I wanted.
Me: No you don’t. (I stand up) Mr. Sullivan, I just took your power away from you. (As I make the ground move a bit, I turn around, and head for the door)
Samuel: YOU...YOU... (begins to charge at me. I hear something swish and I look down at the metal poking out of my chest and blood dripping down the hospital robe)
Me: ...uh... (I look at the crack in the floor, Peter now looking straight at me) Peter. (I collapse as he jumps up and flies into Samuel and crashing through the window to the outside)
(Part 5)
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Sylar: PETER!
Me: (My eyes open and I take a huge gasp and cough a couple of times, I look around the room; someone’s bedroom. I feel my chest, no wound. Peter comes in.)
Me: Hi Peter. (He sits down, I’m unsure of what to say) You know what? We never officially met. I’m Nicole.
Peter: Hi. I’m Peter, but you know that.
Me: So...um... how are you feeling? (starts to get up)
Peter: (laughs) you’re asking me that? And don’t get up too fast; you were the one in the coma for 6 days.
Me: 6 days? Dude, you’re joking.
Peter: I’m completely serious. And that was before you also got stabbed in the chest by Samuel, so you might want to take it easy.
Me: Samuel. What a creep. And a psycho. Was he that desperate for a power?
Peter: Not just any power. You had the power to create powers. Something no one but you and Sylar has.
Me: SYLAR! WHERE IS HE?! He must be freaking worried.
Peter: Oh, he doesn’t know that you got stabbed in the chest. He still thinks you’re in a coma. (He touches my hand and we teleport to his house)
Me: (Sighs, looks at Peter and he waves goodbye. I walk up to the door and knock. Sylar opens the door, in his pyjamas and hair all messed up) well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes! (smiles)
Sylar: (Looks at the floor) I’m sleeping, go away. (Shuts door)
Me: (my eyebrows raise, the door opens quickly)
Sylar: NICOLE! (Gives a bear hug) ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! WHEN DID YOU COME OUT OF YOUR COMA!?
Me: (Stands back a bit) Um... (avoiding telling Sylar about the Samuel incident) never mind that . And yes, I’m fine.
Sylar: (Puts his finger to my lips) Shhh. I have a question for you. (I nod) When I wanted to give you my power the first time, why didn’t you want that kiss?
Me: Oh. Well because it was (phone rings, looks at Sylar, he pouts) Hello? Hiro? Yes, you already saved Claire. Alright, goodbye. (puts phone away) it was because it was selfish of me to ask that.
Sylar: Selfish?
Me: I didn’t want to take two things that were special from you. So I said no. Your power makes you who you are, and a kiss is just something you need to share with someone you are in love with.
Sylar: Wow (speechless) You know what? You are amazing. With or without a power.
Me: Awe, thanks Sylar. (we hug) And taking Samuel’s power made me quite awesome too.
Sylar: (Lets go) What?!
Me: nothing. (Hugs him again)
Sylar: -_-
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Sylar Short Stories: August 27 and October 1, 2010
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Sylar: WHAT?!
Me: (Looking for him in a crowd of people at the mall) WHERE ARE YOU?!
Sylar: You’re looking right at me.
Me: (squint eyes to get a better look) I don’t see you...wait WHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Sylar: What?!
Me: WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR!? (People start to look at me weirdly)
Sylar: I just got a hair cut!
Me: (Mouth gaped open, resisting the urge to swipe my hand over his head) why such a drastic change?
Sylar: (pulls a chair for me) sit down.
Me: (Sits down, worried)
Sylar: I was hanging out with Peter and we were ... (softly says something I couldn’t hear)
Me: (Eyebrow raised) doing what?
Sylar: We were... playing with Star Trek figurines.
Me: (Attempts to hold in laughter) go on...
Sylar: And Peter jokingly suggested I should cut my hair like Spock’s. While I went to take a nap, he used my power and started to cut my hair! Then I woke up to a BOWL CUT!
Me: (still trying to hold in the laughter, nodding fast)
Sylar: And so here I am; fresh out of the barber shop. (Looks into a window to check his reflection) I think it looks good, very military. Maybe too short, I don’t know. What do you think?
Me: (hesitating) um...uh...err... Oh wow, now I know what it’s like when girls ask their boyfriend of husband if the thing they’re wearing makes them look bad.
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar: (Behind a bush) SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Me: Jeez! What?!
Sylar: I’m watching Spock and this girl. She actually reminds me of you. It’s so interesting. It’s like déjà vu! (laughs)
Me: Okay...I’ll watch with you. (Crouches with Sylar behind a bush)
Girl: Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock!
Spock: (emotionless, as usual) What?
Girl: Hi.
Spock: Hello.
Girl: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Spock: Excuse me? For what reason did you squeal? My ears are terribly sensitive.
Girl: YOU’RE SPOCK. THE ONE AND ONLY SPOCK! (Hugs him and doesn’t let go)
Spock: Excuse ... er... um.... (awkward moment for him)
Uhura: SPOCK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! Why are you hugging her?
Spock: (Lifts hands up) she’s hugging me and she won’t let go.
Uhura: (taps the girls shoulder) excuse me, can you stop hugging my boyfriend?
Girl: NO! He’s mine! (growls at Uhura)
Uhura: Are you serious? Did you just growl at me?! Spock, I’m warning you; get her off or I’ll do it myself.
Spock: Um... (Looks around, sighs, pinches her neck, she falls to the ground) There. Happy?
Uhura: Yes (smiles and kisses him)
Me: Awe, that was cute. Wasn’t that cute Sylar? (looks beside, he’s not there) Sylar? (looks behind) Sylar?! SYLAR! SYLAR! SYLAR! SYLAR!
Sylar: WHAT?!
Me: Where did you go?
Sylar: I went to buy a drink, I got bored. Why? Did you miss me? (Smug smile)
Me: No, not really. (smiles)
Sylar: YES YOU DID! (hugs me tightly)
Me: (muffled) SYLAR! GET OFF. LOOK OVA DARE. (Sees Spock and Uhura behind a bush laughing at us)
Sylar: WHAT?!
Me: (Looking for him in a crowd of people at the mall) WHERE ARE YOU?!
Sylar: You’re looking right at me.
Me: (squint eyes to get a better look) I don’t see you...wait WHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
Sylar: What?!
Me: WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR!? (People start to look at me weirdly)
Sylar: I just got a hair cut!
Me: (Mouth gaped open, resisting the urge to swipe my hand over his head) why such a drastic change?
Sylar: (pulls a chair for me) sit down.
Me: (Sits down, worried)
Sylar: I was hanging out with Peter and we were ... (softly says something I couldn’t hear)
Me: (Eyebrow raised) doing what?
Sylar: We were... playing with Star Trek figurines.
Me: (Attempts to hold in laughter) go on...
Sylar: And Peter jokingly suggested I should cut my hair like Spock’s. While I went to take a nap, he used my power and started to cut my hair! Then I woke up to a BOWL CUT!
Me: (still trying to hold in the laughter, nodding fast)
Sylar: And so here I am; fresh out of the barber shop. (Looks into a window to check his reflection) I think it looks good, very military. Maybe too short, I don’t know. What do you think?
Me: (hesitating) um...uh...err... Oh wow, now I know what it’s like when girls ask their boyfriend of husband if the thing they’re wearing makes them look bad.
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar: (Behind a bush) SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Me: Jeez! What?!
Sylar: I’m watching Spock and this girl. She actually reminds me of you. It’s so interesting. It’s like déjà vu! (laughs)
Me: Okay...I’ll watch with you. (Crouches with Sylar behind a bush)
Girl: Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock!
Spock: (emotionless, as usual) What?
Girl: Hi.
Spock: Hello.
Girl: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Spock: Excuse me? For what reason did you squeal? My ears are terribly sensitive.
Girl: YOU’RE SPOCK. THE ONE AND ONLY SPOCK! (Hugs him and doesn’t let go)
Spock: Excuse ... er... um.... (awkward moment for him)
Uhura: SPOCK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! Why are you hugging her?
Spock: (Lifts hands up) she’s hugging me and she won’t let go.
Uhura: (taps the girls shoulder) excuse me, can you stop hugging my boyfriend?
Girl: NO! He’s mine! (growls at Uhura)
Uhura: Are you serious? Did you just growl at me?! Spock, I’m warning you; get her off or I’ll do it myself.
Spock: Um... (Looks around, sighs, pinches her neck, she falls to the ground) There. Happy?
Uhura: Yes (smiles and kisses him)
Me: Awe, that was cute. Wasn’t that cute Sylar? (looks beside, he’s not there) Sylar? (looks behind) Sylar?! SYLAR! SYLAR! SYLAR! SYLAR!
Sylar: WHAT?!
Me: Where did you go?
Sylar: I went to buy a drink, I got bored. Why? Did you miss me? (Smug smile)
Me: No, not really. (smiles)
Sylar: YES YOU DID! (hugs me tightly)
Me: (muffled) SYLAR! GET OFF. LOOK OVA DARE. (Sees Spock and Uhura behind a bush laughing at us)
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Sylar Short Stories : July 26, June 15, June 6
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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: -_-
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: -_-
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Sylar Short Stories: May 11, 8, 2
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Sylar: (Eating a cupcake) WOT?!
Me: How do eat such bad things and still have a nice body?
Sylar: (swallows) well I did run to the bakery to get this cupcake! (takes out some chocolate)
Me: Whoa! Slow down there. Why are you eating so much?
Sylar: Don’t you know? It’s eat what you want day!
Me: Okay...go easy on the sweets though. I’ll talk to you later!
(20 minutes later, my phone rings)
Me: Hello?
Sylar: (sounding like he’s in pain) hello? Can you come over?
Me: Yeah. I’ll be there in 10 minutes
(At his house)
Me: (Sees him on the couch clutching his stomach with a lollipop in his mouth) I TOLD YOU TO GO EASY ON THE FOOD!
Sylar: I has a stomach ache!
Me: (sighs, goes to his bathroom to grab Pepto Bismol) here.
Sylar: (Drinks the whole bottle) that didn’t help... (pulls his shirt up, he has this huge open wound)
Me: WHAT HAPPENED? WHY AREN’T YOU HEALING?!
Sylar: (groans) I went to the zoo and I dropped my chocolate bar in the lions cage so I went to get it...
Me: -_- We need to get you to the hospital!
Sylar: No wait... (looks down, the wound heals) Huh. It must be all that sugar. It must have slowed it down...
Me: No more sweet stuff for you mister!
Sylar: fine. (starts to fake cry, looks at me and smiles)
Me: That candy made you crazy.
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar: WHAT?!!!!?!?!?!
Me: (Looks him up and down) something is different with you. Did you cut your hair or something?
Sylar: No, I’m not wearing... (His cell phone rings) Hello? Oh hey!
Me: Not wearing what? NOT WEARING WHAT?!
Sylar: (on his phone, ignoring me) yes, sure. No I can’t. (Turns his back to me)
Me: SYLAAAARRR! FINISH YOUR SENTENCE!
Sylar: (Still on the phone, continuing to ignore me) yes, I can still talk for 20 minutes. Unlimited plan. For around 30 bucks. I know!
Me: -_- COME ON SYLAR! (stands back) wow, why should I care about what he isn’t wearing? (Looks at Sylar)
Sylar: (on the phone) hey, HELLO? I can’t hear you...hello? (puts phone away)
Me: Hi.
Sylar: Hi. How are you?
Me: Oh you know, just wondering what you were going to say to me before you answered the phone.
Sylar: What are you talking about?
Me: You said you weren’t wearing something.
Sylar: Are you crazy? (Leaves me)
Me: (Confused) What the heck? (turns around to leave, Sylar is right in front of me)
Sylar: I’M NOT WEARING SOCKS! HEHEHEHEHEHEHE (runs away laughing, starts shouting) HAPPY NO SOCKS DAY!
Me: -_-
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Sylar: (singing and playing the ukulele) I just haven’t met you yet! Oohh, da da da...I just haven’t met you yet. (Stops playing and sees me clapping) AHG! What are you doing here? WHY AREN’T YOU UP THERE?!
Me: Why are you playing the ukulele?
Sylar: That’s what the day is today.
Me: Then why are you playing it in front of some random person’s house?
Sylar: (goes wide eyed) THIS ISN’T YOUR HOUSE?
Me: no...mine is across the street! (Pointing to my house)
Sylar: WHAT?! THEN WHO AM I SINGING TO?!
(A couple head pops out of the second floor windows, it’s a bunch of Sylar fan girls)
Sylar: OH NO. OH NO. OH NO.
(The heads disappear)
Sylar: OH NO. (Looks right and left, looks at me frantically) HIDE ME IN YOUR HOUSE!
Me: (sighs) fine. Let me get my keys...you know, my parents better not be at home or else...
(Sylar starts to run across the street and gets hit by a car)
Me: (sighs) why does this always happen when I’m around? (Starts to slowly walk towards him, looking for cars)
Sylar: (gets up, combs his hair with his hands and tries to calm down the driver who hit him) I’m fine! See look (lifts up his shirt) no scratches, bruises, or... (A whole bunch of fan girls tackle him to the ground)
Me: (Eyes goes wide) OH NO! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?
Sylar: (Starts to get up slowly with a bunch of fan girls hanging on to him) yeah, I’m fine.
Me: (Walks past Sylar, picks up the ukulele) oh you poor ukulele!
Sylar: -_-
Sylar: (Eating a cupcake) WOT?!
Me: How do eat such bad things and still have a nice body?
Sylar: (swallows) well I did run to the bakery to get this cupcake! (takes out some chocolate)
Me: Whoa! Slow down there. Why are you eating so much?
Sylar: Don’t you know? It’s eat what you want day!
Me: Okay...go easy on the sweets though. I’ll talk to you later!
(20 minutes later, my phone rings)
Me: Hello?
Sylar: (sounding like he’s in pain) hello? Can you come over?
Me: Yeah. I’ll be there in 10 minutes
(At his house)
Me: (Sees him on the couch clutching his stomach with a lollipop in his mouth) I TOLD YOU TO GO EASY ON THE FOOD!
Sylar: I has a stomach ache!
Me: (sighs, goes to his bathroom to grab Pepto Bismol) here.
Sylar: (Drinks the whole bottle) that didn’t help... (pulls his shirt up, he has this huge open wound)
Me: WHAT HAPPENED? WHY AREN’T YOU HEALING?!
Sylar: (groans) I went to the zoo and I dropped my chocolate bar in the lions cage so I went to get it...
Me: -_- We need to get you to the hospital!
Sylar: No wait... (looks down, the wound heals) Huh. It must be all that sugar. It must have slowed it down...
Me: No more sweet stuff for you mister!
Sylar: fine. (starts to fake cry, looks at me and smiles)
Me: That candy made you crazy.
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar: WHAT?!!!!?!?!?!
Me: (Looks him up and down) something is different with you. Did you cut your hair or something?
Sylar: No, I’m not wearing... (His cell phone rings) Hello? Oh hey!
Me: Not wearing what? NOT WEARING WHAT?!
Sylar: (on his phone, ignoring me) yes, sure. No I can’t. (Turns his back to me)
Me: SYLAAAARRR! FINISH YOUR SENTENCE!
Sylar: (Still on the phone, continuing to ignore me) yes, I can still talk for 20 minutes. Unlimited plan. For around 30 bucks. I know!
Me: -_- COME ON SYLAR! (stands back) wow, why should I care about what he isn’t wearing? (Looks at Sylar)
Sylar: (on the phone) hey, HELLO? I can’t hear you...hello? (puts phone away)
Me: Hi.
Sylar: Hi. How are you?
Me: Oh you know, just wondering what you were going to say to me before you answered the phone.
Sylar: What are you talking about?
Me: You said you weren’t wearing something.
Sylar: Are you crazy? (Leaves me)
Me: (Confused) What the heck? (turns around to leave, Sylar is right in front of me)
Sylar: I’M NOT WEARING SOCKS! HEHEHEHEHEHEHE (runs away laughing, starts shouting) HAPPY NO SOCKS DAY!
Me: -_-
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Sylar: (singing and playing the ukulele) I just haven’t met you yet! Oohh, da da da...I just haven’t met you yet. (Stops playing and sees me clapping) AHG! What are you doing here? WHY AREN’T YOU UP THERE?!
Me: Why are you playing the ukulele?
Sylar: That’s what the day is today.
Me: Then why are you playing it in front of some random person’s house?
Sylar: (goes wide eyed) THIS ISN’T YOUR HOUSE?
Me: no...mine is across the street! (Pointing to my house)
Sylar: WHAT?! THEN WHO AM I SINGING TO?!
(A couple head pops out of the second floor windows, it’s a bunch of Sylar fan girls)
Sylar: OH NO. OH NO. OH NO.
(The heads disappear)
Sylar: OH NO. (Looks right and left, looks at me frantically) HIDE ME IN YOUR HOUSE!
Me: (sighs) fine. Let me get my keys...you know, my parents better not be at home or else...
(Sylar starts to run across the street and gets hit by a car)
Me: (sighs) why does this always happen when I’m around? (Starts to slowly walk towards him, looking for cars)
Sylar: (gets up, combs his hair with his hands and tries to calm down the driver who hit him) I’m fine! See look (lifts up his shirt) no scratches, bruises, or... (A whole bunch of fan girls tackle him to the ground)
Me: (Eyes goes wide) OH NO! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?
Sylar: (Starts to get up slowly with a bunch of fan girls hanging on to him) yeah, I’m fine.
Me: (Walks past Sylar, picks up the ukulele) oh you poor ukulele!
Sylar: -_-
Sylar Short Stories: April 17, 4
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Sylar: NOW WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!
Me: So I have two passes and I was wondering if you wanted to go...
Sylar: YES! I’LL GO WITH YOU!
Me: Are you sure? You didn’t even finish hearing what I said!
Sylar: Don’t care! Let’s go!
(20 minutes later)
Sylar: (confused) Where are we?
Me: We are at the set of Star Trek!
Sylar: (Jaw drops) what? Are you serious? Spock’s not going to be there right? Can I sit in the captains chair?
Me: I have no idea. I guess we’ll have to see...
(On the set, I thank the person who gives me the passes and Sylar wanders around, I catch up to him)
Sylar: (Talking to Uhura) so I was wondering if you would like to go grab a coffee sometime?
Uhura: I am currently in a relationship with Spock if you hadn’t heard already. (she walks away)
Me: Awe, poor you. (Looks behind him) OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH. LOOK! Spock and Kirk!
Sylar: (turns around) jeez...Spock! Spock! Spock! That’s all I hear these days. On billboards, in the Big Bang Theory...
(Spock sits in the captains chair)
Sylar: (To Spock) hey. That’s my seat.
Spock: No it isn’t. It doesn’t have your name on it.
Sylar: (Laughs) Yes it does!
Spock: (gets out of the chair) where?
(Sylar sits down and laughs at him)
Kirk: AHEM! Out of the chair!
Sylar: (He gets up and Spock laughs at him) -_-
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Sylar: (on the phone) I’m sorry. We can’t do this anymore
ME: Oh, you’re on the phone. I’ll just sit in the living room then.
Sylar: (Still on the phone) you mean so much to me, but it’s just not good for me!
Me: (Listens in to the conversation, getting a bit curious to whom he is talking to)
Sylar: (Voice is a little shaky) this relationship is hard to keep. Don’t you know that by now?
Me: (So curious now, whispers to myself) relationship too hard to keep?
Sylar: (In a serious tone) it’s not you, it’s me. I’m sorry...bye. (Hangs up)
Me: (Stands up) OH MY GOSH... YOU JUST BROKE UP WITH SOMEONE!
Sylar: (Dumbfounded) What?! NO! I was ending my subscription to Netflix!
Me: (Blinks a couple times) what? But everything you said that when you spoke to the Netflix person about cancelling your subscription was totally what someone who was breaking up with would say to the other.
Sylar: (Blinks) you just lost me. Don’t you think I would tell you if I were in a relationship with someone?
Me: (thinks) Nope.
Sylar: Exactly.
Me: -_-
Sylar: NOW WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!
Me: So I have two passes and I was wondering if you wanted to go...
Sylar: YES! I’LL GO WITH YOU!
Me: Are you sure? You didn’t even finish hearing what I said!
Sylar: Don’t care! Let’s go!
(20 minutes later)
Sylar: (confused) Where are we?
Me: We are at the set of Star Trek!
Sylar: (Jaw drops) what? Are you serious? Spock’s not going to be there right? Can I sit in the captains chair?
Me: I have no idea. I guess we’ll have to see...
(On the set, I thank the person who gives me the passes and Sylar wanders around, I catch up to him)
Sylar: (Talking to Uhura) so I was wondering if you would like to go grab a coffee sometime?
Uhura: I am currently in a relationship with Spock if you hadn’t heard already. (she walks away)
Me: Awe, poor you. (Looks behind him) OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH. LOOK! Spock and Kirk!
Sylar: (turns around) jeez...Spock! Spock! Spock! That’s all I hear these days. On billboards, in the Big Bang Theory...
(Spock sits in the captains chair)
Sylar: (To Spock) hey. That’s my seat.
Spock: No it isn’t. It doesn’t have your name on it.
Sylar: (Laughs) Yes it does!
Spock: (gets out of the chair) where?
(Sylar sits down and laughs at him)
Kirk: AHEM! Out of the chair!
Sylar: (He gets up and Spock laughs at him) -_-
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Sylar: (on the phone) I’m sorry. We can’t do this anymore
ME: Oh, you’re on the phone. I’ll just sit in the living room then.
Sylar: (Still on the phone) you mean so much to me, but it’s just not good for me!
Me: (Listens in to the conversation, getting a bit curious to whom he is talking to)
Sylar: (Voice is a little shaky) this relationship is hard to keep. Don’t you know that by now?
Me: (So curious now, whispers to myself) relationship too hard to keep?
Sylar: (In a serious tone) it’s not you, it’s me. I’m sorry...bye. (Hangs up)
Me: (Stands up) OH MY GOSH... YOU JUST BROKE UP WITH SOMEONE!
Sylar: (Dumbfounded) What?! NO! I was ending my subscription to Netflix!
Me: (Blinks a couple times) what? But everything you said that when you spoke to the Netflix person about cancelling your subscription was totally what someone who was breaking up with would say to the other.
Sylar: (Blinks) you just lost me. Don’t you think I would tell you if I were in a relationship with someone?
Me: (thinks) Nope.
Sylar: Exactly.
Me: -_-
Sylar Short Stories: March 21 , 19, 14
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Sylar: WHAT?!
Me: Have you ever had an awkward moment?
Sylar: (goes into flashback mode)
Me: (Waits for him) Hello? Sylar? (Waves hand in front of his face)
Sylar: (Still in flashback mode)
Me: (Looks over to my right, I see a friend) OH HEY!
Friend: Hey! Who’s that strange man just staring off into the distance?
Me: Oh (Looks back at Sylar who is still in flashback mode) yeah, he is a friend of mine.
Friend: What is he doing?
Me: (Nonchalantly) I asked him if he ever had an awkward moment, and I think he just went into a flashback mode.
Friend: Tell him this then (whispers into my ear)
Me: (goes wide eyed) Are you sure? Okay then. Bye! (Walks up to Sylar, goes so up close to him, stares him down in his eyes and whispers) I love your fingernails so much, I would sell your nail clippings on Ebay.
Sylar: (Stands back, stares at me)
(10 seconds go by)
Me: HAPPY NATIONAL AWKWARD MOMENTS DAY!
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Sylar: (On the phone with me) HELLO?!
Me: (On the phone with him) hey! I want to try my new webcam, go on!
Sylar: (on the phone) UGGHH. FINE.
(6 minutes later)
Me: (Sees Sylar through the camera) HELLO! Hello! (Waves)
Sylar: You don’t have to ye... (stops talking, screen is totally still)
Me: (Looks at the screen) Hello? Sylar?! DARN IT! MY COMPUTER FROZE! OH MY GOSH! WHAT THE HECK! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD! MY COMPUTER FROZE!
Sylar: (Breaks out into laughter) I can’t believe you fell for it.
Me: -_-. I’m going off for a while.
Sylar: (Continues laughing)
Me: (I log off, I start talking to myself) oh, I’m so getting him back.
(20 minutes later, I phone up Sylar to get back on the webcam)
Sylar: So I’m guessing you...(Breaks into laughter) fixed your computer!
Me: -_-. That’s the coolest painting ev...! (points to his wall, he looks, and I put a picture of what he sees when he talks to me and put it in front of the webcam at the perfect angle)
Sylar: (tilts his head to the right and the left) HAH! You can’t fool me with my own trick...(stares at the screen and waits for me to move) I’m just going to wait then.
(Meanwhile with the picture distracting him, I enter through his front door, he doesn’t notice)
Sylar: FRICCKKKKK! MY COMPUTER FROZE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Bah...Humbug
Me: (In a sweet voice) what happened?
Sylar: (Doesn’t turn around) I was on the webcam with Nicole and it frooz...HEY WAIT A MINUTE! (Turns around and looks at me, quickly looks back at his computer. He does this 3 more times) WHAT!?
Me: MAHAH! I can’t believe you fell for that! Revenge is sweet.
Sylar: -_-
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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: (Opens the door to his home) STOP BOTHERING ME WITH YOUR INFERNAL PESTERING!
Me: What? I just came by to give you a gift!
Sylar: (Curious) what is it?
Me: (Hands him the large box in my hands) here!
Sylar: (Sceptical) what’s this for?
Me: Don’t you know what day it is today?
Sylar: No...
Me: HONESTLY?! THE ONE PERSON I THOUGHT WOULD KNOW! JEEZ SYLAR! (storms out, hides behind a corner to see if I can hear Sylar)
Sylar: Huh? What did I do wrong? (Goes into his house)
Me: (Creep over to an open window where I can see and hear Sylar) come on, open it!
Sylar: (Opens the box) OH YAY! PIE! (Passes his calendar) what day is it today? March 14... (stares at this calendar)
Me: (still at his window, whispers to myself) come on Sylar, you can do this!
(2 minutes pass by)
Me: (Checking my phone, still waiting for Sylar to get it)
Sylar: (Still thinking, hasn’t eaten his pie) it’s no one’s birthday, and it’s definitely not mine...why did she give me pie? March...3...okay. the date is the 14th ... okay...
Me: Ugh...whatever (starts to leave)
Sylar: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! (Laughs) It’s pi day today.
Me: (whispers to myself) yes, finally! (Looks up, Sylar’s head pops up out of the window)
Sylar: You whisper really loud.
Me: -_-
Sylar: WHAT?!
Me: Have you ever had an awkward moment?
Sylar: (goes into flashback mode)
Me: (Waits for him) Hello? Sylar? (Waves hand in front of his face)
Sylar: (Still in flashback mode)
Me: (Looks over to my right, I see a friend) OH HEY!
Friend: Hey! Who’s that strange man just staring off into the distance?
Me: Oh (Looks back at Sylar who is still in flashback mode) yeah, he is a friend of mine.
Friend: What is he doing?
Me: (Nonchalantly) I asked him if he ever had an awkward moment, and I think he just went into a flashback mode.
Friend: Tell him this then (whispers into my ear)
Me: (goes wide eyed) Are you sure? Okay then. Bye! (Walks up to Sylar, goes so up close to him, stares him down in his eyes and whispers) I love your fingernails so much, I would sell your nail clippings on Ebay.
Sylar: (Stands back, stares at me)
(10 seconds go by)
Me: HAPPY NATIONAL AWKWARD MOMENTS DAY!
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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: (On the phone with me) HELLO?!
Me: (On the phone with him) hey! I want to try my new webcam, go on!
Sylar: (on the phone) UGGHH. FINE.
(6 minutes later)
Me: (Sees Sylar through the camera) HELLO! Hello! (Waves)
Sylar: You don’t have to ye... (stops talking, screen is totally still)
Me: (Looks at the screen) Hello? Sylar?! DARN IT! MY COMPUTER FROZE! OH MY GOSH! WHAT THE HECK! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD! MY COMPUTER FROZE!
Sylar: (Breaks out into laughter) I can’t believe you fell for it.
Me: -_-. I’m going off for a while.
Sylar: (Continues laughing)
Me: (I log off, I start talking to myself) oh, I’m so getting him back.
(20 minutes later, I phone up Sylar to get back on the webcam)
Sylar: So I’m guessing you...(Breaks into laughter) fixed your computer!
Me: -_-. That’s the coolest painting ev...! (points to his wall, he looks, and I put a picture of what he sees when he talks to me and put it in front of the webcam at the perfect angle)
Sylar: (tilts his head to the right and the left) HAH! You can’t fool me with my own trick...(stares at the screen and waits for me to move) I’m just going to wait then.
(Meanwhile with the picture distracting him, I enter through his front door, he doesn’t notice)
Sylar: FRICCKKKKK! MY COMPUTER FROZE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Bah...Humbug
Me: (In a sweet voice) what happened?
Sylar: (Doesn’t turn around) I was on the webcam with Nicole and it frooz...HEY WAIT A MINUTE! (Turns around and looks at me, quickly looks back at his computer. He does this 3 more times) WHAT!?
Me: MAHAH! I can’t believe you fell for that! Revenge is sweet.
Sylar: -_-
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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: (Opens the door to his home) STOP BOTHERING ME WITH YOUR INFERNAL PESTERING!
Me: What? I just came by to give you a gift!
Sylar: (Curious) what is it?
Me: (Hands him the large box in my hands) here!
Sylar: (Sceptical) what’s this for?
Me: Don’t you know what day it is today?
Sylar: No...
Me: HONESTLY?! THE ONE PERSON I THOUGHT WOULD KNOW! JEEZ SYLAR! (storms out, hides behind a corner to see if I can hear Sylar)
Sylar: Huh? What did I do wrong? (Goes into his house)
Me: (Creep over to an open window where I can see and hear Sylar) come on, open it!
Sylar: (Opens the box) OH YAY! PIE! (Passes his calendar) what day is it today? March 14... (stares at this calendar)
Me: (still at his window, whispers to myself) come on Sylar, you can do this!
(2 minutes pass by)
Me: (Checking my phone, still waiting for Sylar to get it)
Sylar: (Still thinking, hasn’t eaten his pie) it’s no one’s birthday, and it’s definitely not mine...why did she give me pie? March...3...okay. the date is the 14th ... okay...
Me: Ugh...whatever (starts to leave)
Sylar: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! (Laughs) It’s pi day today.
Me: (whispers to myself) yes, finally! (Looks up, Sylar’s head pops up out of the window)
Sylar: You whisper really loud.
Me: -_-
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