Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Sylar Short Stories: November 23-20

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Sylar: (Looking at his left arm, right arm and index finger out)

Me: What are you doing?

Sylar: Just writing on my arm. “I AM...”

Sylar and I: AWESOME!

(Both giggle like little girls)
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Sylar: WHAT?! (Growling)

Me: (Looking around the room, everything is messed up.) What happened in here?

Sylar: I’M SO ANGRY RIGHT NOW!

Me: Why?

Sylar: OPRAH IS CANCELLING HER SHOW!

Me: -_-
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Sylar: WHAT DO YOU WANT?!

Me: Do you want to go watch a movie with me?

Sylar: Which movie?

Me: Paranormal Activity, it’s supposed to be super scary.

Sylar: HA! I laugh at that idea of being scared. I’m not scared of anything!

(End of the movie, I get up to leave, look over at Sylar, in the fetal position in his chair)

Me: Are you okay?

Sylar: (rocking back and forth) I won’t be able to sleep tonight...Go call the Haitian!

Me: (Phoning the Haitian) can you come to the movie theatre? Mhmm, Paranormal Activity. I know right? Okay, bye. He can’t come tonight

(2 am in the morning, with the Haitian, outside Sylar’s house)

Me: (Whispering) did you get the baby powder? And the Dinosaur claw?

The Haitian: Yes, are you sure he won’t kill you for doing this?

Me: If he wanted to kill me, he could have done so a long time ago. Come on, let’s go.

(Carefully put the baby powder and made the footprints. Now the waiting game)

Sylar: AHHH!! OH MY GOD!!!!

(The Haitian and I giggle)
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Sylar: MUWHAHAHAHA TIME FOR YOU TO DIE!

Me: (Opens the kitchen door) what are you doing? (Looks at Sylar with his mouth open, about to take a bite out of his cereal)

Sylar: WHAT? I’M A SERIAL KILLER! DUH.

Me: -_-
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