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!
Me: (Walking along the sidewalk) WHERE ARE YOU?! (Sees a very long line of people leading up to something, decides to get into the line)
(15 minutes later...)
Me: (talking to myself) wait. What am I even in line for? Excuse me sir, but what are you in line for?
Guy: (thinks for a second) actually, I have absolutely no idea! I guess we’ll see!
Me: (rolls eyes, gets out of the long line and walks to the front) wow, this is such a long line! (Sees Jeslil, Lisa M, Ziggyeor, and other fan girls near the front of the line)
(At the front of the line is Sylar, sleeping upright on a bench while fan girls, one by one, cuddle next to him)
Me: WOOOOOW!
Jeslil: shhh! You’re going to wake him! (once StephJP finishes cuddling Sylar, Jeslil takes her turn)
Me: WOOOOW! That guy is going to have so much fun seeing what is at the front of the line.
Fangirls: SHHH!
Sylar: (wakes up) huh? (rubs his eyes, accidently jabs Jeslil)
Jeslil: Ouch!
Sylar: (stretching) I’m sorry...WAIT WHAT?! (quickly stands up) what’s happening? Why is there a line? A LINE OF FANGIRLS?! AHHH! (runs away)
(Fan girls start chasing him)
Me: And this is why you don’t sleep on a bench in the middle of the park. Especially if you’re 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: WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!
Me: Can I borrow you for a moment? (Grabs his arm, drags him to a dressing room in the mall) So my male model that I needed for Fashions class bailed at the last minute. Luckily he is the same size as you.
Sylar: So what? You want me to MODEL?
Me: (quickly) yes...BUT you just have to wear this jacket I made and walk down a runway in front of a crowd of people and pose.
Sylar: (sighs) ugh, the things I do for you. (Puts on my super awesome jacket)
Me: (Whispers) Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. Go! Go!
Sylar: (Breathes out, puts on a serious face, walks out onto the runway and does his strut)
Me: (Out in the audience now, watching him, smiles, gives him a thumbs up)
StephJP: OH MY GOSH! IT’S SYLAR!
(Steph, Persephone, Jeslil, and yada yada get up and start running towards Sylar)
Sylar: (Jumps off the stage, runs the other direction) AHHHHH!
Me: NO WAIT!! MY JACKET! SYLAR! GIVE IT BACK! (Follows the fans, they stop and look around wondering where Sylar went) where the heck did Sylar go? (Turns around, looks in a mall window, I tilt my head one way, then the other way) SYLAR?!
Sylar: (Gets out of his mannequin pose and runs out the store) I’ve always wanted to do that. Here (takes off jacket and gives it to me, gets back in the store window)
Me: (looking at him curiously) what are you doing?
Sylar: I’m hiding and scaring people at the same time. (I sit down on the bench facing the window)
Shopper: (comes out of the store, looks at the window and at Sylar, Sylar scares her) AHHHHH.
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!
Me: (Makes a face) what are you doing?
Sylar: (A bit out of breath) I was trying to open a bag of chips without using my powers.
Me: (Starts to smile) really? Do you (giggles) need help?
Sylar: (Relieved look) YES! I’VE TRIED EVERYTHING! TRYING TO BE NORMAL IS SO HARD
Me: (Takes the bag, examines it for fun, see bite marks) wow, you really couldn’t open it!
Sylar: (crosses his arm, nods)
Me: (As a joke, I point my hand at it and I make some sounds to make it seem like I’m trying, the bag opens an inch at the tip) OH MY...
Sylar: (goes wide eyed) how did you do that?
Me: (quickly, stuttering) I...I...I...I...I...I don’t know! SYLAR! DID YOU HELP ME?
Sylar: NO! I haven’t used my power all day! (Paces back and forth, grabs another bag of chips) DO IT AGAIN!
Me: (points hand at the bag; thinks for it to open, the bag opens all the way) NO WAY...WHAT’S HAPPENING?
Sylar: (Smiling, excited) Do something else! See what you can also do with the pow...
Me: (Waiting for him to continue) Sylar? (He’s unresponsive, I wave my hand in front of his face, nothing happens) Hello!? OH NO. UNFREEZE! UNFREEZE!
Sylar: er!
Me: I JUST FROZE TIME! OH MY GAWD, THIS IS NOT HAPPENING.
Sylar: (giddy) Hehehehehe, do the Sylar thing on me!!! I’m going to be in pain, but it’ll probably be worth it.
Me: (I raise my arm and point at his forehead and move my arm, it makes a straight slit across his forehead, blood trickles down his head, he collapses) SYLAR?! SYLAR! (I check his pulse, no pulse) no...NOOOOO!
Me: (opens eyes, gets out of bed and looks at the time, it’s 9 in the morning) WOW. What a dream. AHHHHH!
Sylar: (On the right side of me) OW MY EARS!
Me: (hugs him) OH GOSH, YOU’RE ALIVE. I HAD THREE POWERS AND I USED ONE TO KILL YOU IN MY DREAM!
Sylar: (Starts laughing) why would you kill me?
Me: You asked me to.
Sylar: (Shrugs) reasonable excuse. (Climbs into my bed) Wow, your bed is so comfy
Me: -_-
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Sylar Short Stories: February 15-14, 10, 4
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: And just like that, my eyebrow hairs are tamed.
Me: Dude, what are you doing?
Director: CUT!
Sylar: I’M IN THE MIDDLE OF FILMING A COMMERCIAL!
Me: For (looks at the thing that Sylar is holding) EYEBROW TAMER?! (Laughs)
Sylar: Stand to the side (Stares at me, then at the camera) With this, I am able to do many of the common activities I do without having to worry about my eyebrows!
Me: (Steps in front of the camera, super enthusiastic) like sawing off people’s heads and taking their power!
Director: CUT! (whispers to the crew) Where’s the makeup crew! We need to cover some of the shine on Sylar’s forehead!
Sylar: STOP MESSING THIS UP FOR ME!
Me: What?! It’s funny! (Takes the product, opens it, puts some on my hands and smells it) ugh, this stinks.
Sylar: So quit touching it! (Makeup people come to powder his forehead)
Me: (Putting some of the cream on Sylar’s eyebrows, combs it using the eyebrow comb, and I face the camera) even serial killers like Sylar need his eyebrows tamed! What would he do without it?!
Sylar: (Smiles) Yeah, very funny Nicole.
Director: AND CUT! THAT’S A WRAP!
Sylar and I: What?
Director: That was perfect!
Sylar: No way! THAT IS NOT GOING TO BE USED ON NATIONAL TELEVISION!
(Later that week, in Sylar’s house)
Me: TURN ON THE TV!
Sylar: (turns on the TV, the commercial is on) oh...my...gosh.
Me: (stands in front of him) Hey, at least your eyebrows look AWESOME!
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: (Nowhere to be seen) ARGH CAN YOU HELP ME?!
Me: (Looking around) WHERE ARE YOU?!
Sylar: (Hand pops out from a pile of chocolates and flowers) HERE!
Me: (Trying to find his hand under the massive pile, finds it and pulls him out) are you okay?
Sylar: (Brushes off his pants, picks out a flower out of his hair) my head is buzzing and I smell like roses and chocolates, but otherwise I’m fine.
Me: (Still looking at the massive pile) how did you get under there?
Sylar: I have no idea! I just took a couple steps out of my house, and next thing I know, it’s dark and it smells like chocolate! I really dislike Valentine’s Day.
Me: OH! IT’S ST. VALENTINE’S DAY TODAY?!
Sylar: Um...yeah! How else do you explain the chocolates and flowers? (Runs hands through his hair, pulls out another flower)
Me: Well I thought you usually get flowers and chocolate!
Sylar: Yes, and now I’M SICK AND TIRED OF IT! If I get another box of chocolates or flowers for Valentine’s, I’m literally going to kill that person. I’d be pretty mad if you got me flowers or chocolate!
Me: (Shocked at his response) actually...I got you...um... (looks through wallet, hoping to find something for him, I find a coupon for pie that I wanted to use) THIS! (hands him the coupon)
Sylar: YAY! SOMETHING USEFUL! Thanks! (Gives me a kiss on the cheek) Happy St. Valentine’s Day!
Me: (my heart melts as I giggle like an idiot)
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Me: WHERE ARE YOU?! (Goes outside, looks into the sky, squints eyes, sees someone flying in a Superman costume)
1st stranger: What’s that?
2nd stranger: Is it a bird?
1st stranger: Is it a plane?
2nd stranger: NO! IT’S SUPER... WAIT. No it isn’t! IT’S...
Me: SYLAR!
1st and 2nd stranger: AHHHH! (Start running) Girl you better run!
Me: (Looks at them, calmly) no, I’m fine.
1st stranger: AHHHHHHHHHH (runs into a tree, goes unconscious)
Me: (Grimaces) ouch. HEY SYLAR! DO THE POSE!
Sylar: (Flying in the air, does the famous Superman pose) I’m coming down! (Lands perfectly) What do you think?
Me: (examining his costume and blurts out) spandex is lovely on you. (Goes red after hearing what I said.)
Sylar: I know right? The fan girls would just love to see this! (puts on a button on shirt)
Me: (goes wide eyed) You shouldn’t have said that. LOOK! (points off to the distance)
(Sarahi, Tiff, Jeslil, and Ziggyeor come running)
Sylar: AHH! GOTTA GO! (Rips off shirt, flies off, comes back down) HAH! DID YOU SEE THAT CLASSIC SUPERMAN MOVE? (Flies back into the air)
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: (Yawns, opens the fridge door and gets out his milk, clutches something red in his other hand) AHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!
Me: (sighs) don’t you remember? We were supposed to see a play at 2. It’s 3 in the afternoon right now.
Sylar: Oh...right...well you know, you could have...
Me: (eyes turn towards his hand holding the red thing) what’s that?
Sylar: (Follows my gaze, hides it behind his back) nothing...
Me: (eyes go wide) OH MY GOSH THERE IS A SPIDER ON YOUR PJS!
Sylar: AHHHH! (He drops the red thing)
Me: (Quickly pick it up) MA HAH! NINJA! (Looks at the red thing, it’s an Uhura doll) You like Uhura?
Sylar: (Grabs it from my hand) NO! OF COURSE NOT! (Looks down, rocks on his heels) Maybe...
Me: Aww! That’s so cute! Sylar, you are just so darn cute!
Sylar: (blushes) hehe. (Clears his throat, grabs the Uhura plush, bring her up to his room, and comes back down, and in a gruff voice) I’m going to go do some manly things now.
Me: -_-
Sylar: And just like that, my eyebrow hairs are tamed.
Me: Dude, what are you doing?
Director: CUT!
Sylar: I’M IN THE MIDDLE OF FILMING A COMMERCIAL!
Me: For (looks at the thing that Sylar is holding) EYEBROW TAMER?! (Laughs)
Sylar: Stand to the side (Stares at me, then at the camera) With this, I am able to do many of the common activities I do without having to worry about my eyebrows!
Me: (Steps in front of the camera, super enthusiastic) like sawing off people’s heads and taking their power!
Director: CUT! (whispers to the crew) Where’s the makeup crew! We need to cover some of the shine on Sylar’s forehead!
Sylar: STOP MESSING THIS UP FOR ME!
Me: What?! It’s funny! (Takes the product, opens it, puts some on my hands and smells it) ugh, this stinks.
Sylar: So quit touching it! (Makeup people come to powder his forehead)
Me: (Putting some of the cream on Sylar’s eyebrows, combs it using the eyebrow comb, and I face the camera) even serial killers like Sylar need his eyebrows tamed! What would he do without it?!
Sylar: (Smiles) Yeah, very funny Nicole.
Director: AND CUT! THAT’S A WRAP!
Sylar and I: What?
Director: That was perfect!
Sylar: No way! THAT IS NOT GOING TO BE USED ON NATIONAL TELEVISION!
(Later that week, in Sylar’s house)
Me: TURN ON THE TV!
Sylar: (turns on the TV, the commercial is on) oh...my...gosh.
Me: (stands in front of him) Hey, at least your eyebrows look AWESOME!
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: (Nowhere to be seen) ARGH CAN YOU HELP ME?!
Me: (Looking around) WHERE ARE YOU?!
Sylar: (Hand pops out from a pile of chocolates and flowers) HERE!
Me: (Trying to find his hand under the massive pile, finds it and pulls him out) are you okay?
Sylar: (Brushes off his pants, picks out a flower out of his hair) my head is buzzing and I smell like roses and chocolates, but otherwise I’m fine.
Me: (Still looking at the massive pile) how did you get under there?
Sylar: I have no idea! I just took a couple steps out of my house, and next thing I know, it’s dark and it smells like chocolate! I really dislike Valentine’s Day.
Me: OH! IT’S ST. VALENTINE’S DAY TODAY?!
Sylar: Um...yeah! How else do you explain the chocolates and flowers? (Runs hands through his hair, pulls out another flower)
Me: Well I thought you usually get flowers and chocolate!
Sylar: Yes, and now I’M SICK AND TIRED OF IT! If I get another box of chocolates or flowers for Valentine’s, I’m literally going to kill that person. I’d be pretty mad if you got me flowers or chocolate!
Me: (Shocked at his response) actually...I got you...um... (looks through wallet, hoping to find something for him, I find a coupon for pie that I wanted to use) THIS! (hands him the coupon)
Sylar: YAY! SOMETHING USEFUL! Thanks! (Gives me a kiss on the cheek) Happy St. Valentine’s Day!
Me: (my heart melts as I giggle like an idiot)
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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!
Me: WHERE ARE YOU?! (Goes outside, looks into the sky, squints eyes, sees someone flying in a Superman costume)
1st stranger: What’s that?
2nd stranger: Is it a bird?
1st stranger: Is it a plane?
2nd stranger: NO! IT’S SUPER... WAIT. No it isn’t! IT’S...
Me: SYLAR!
1st and 2nd stranger: AHHHH! (Start running) Girl you better run!
Me: (Looks at them, calmly) no, I’m fine.
1st stranger: AHHHHHHHHHH (runs into a tree, goes unconscious)
Me: (Grimaces) ouch. HEY SYLAR! DO THE POSE!
Sylar: (Flying in the air, does the famous Superman pose) I’m coming down! (Lands perfectly) What do you think?
Me: (examining his costume and blurts out) spandex is lovely on you. (Goes red after hearing what I said.)
Sylar: I know right? The fan girls would just love to see this! (puts on a button on shirt)
Me: (goes wide eyed) You shouldn’t have said that. LOOK! (points off to the distance)
(Sarahi, Tiff, Jeslil, and Ziggyeor come running)
Sylar: AHH! GOTTA GO! (Rips off shirt, flies off, comes back down) HAH! DID YOU SEE THAT CLASSIC SUPERMAN MOVE? (Flies back into the air)
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: (Yawns, opens the fridge door and gets out his milk, clutches something red in his other hand) AHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!
Me: (sighs) don’t you remember? We were supposed to see a play at 2. It’s 3 in the afternoon right now.
Sylar: Oh...right...well you know, you could have...
Me: (eyes turn towards his hand holding the red thing) what’s that?
Sylar: (Follows my gaze, hides it behind his back) nothing...
Me: (eyes go wide) OH MY GOSH THERE IS A SPIDER ON YOUR PJS!
Sylar: AHHHH! (He drops the red thing)
Me: (Quickly pick it up) MA HAH! NINJA! (Looks at the red thing, it’s an Uhura doll) You like Uhura?
Sylar: (Grabs it from my hand) NO! OF COURSE NOT! (Looks down, rocks on his heels) Maybe...
Me: Aww! That’s so cute! Sylar, you are just so darn cute!
Sylar: (blushes) hehe. (Clears his throat, grabs the Uhura plush, bring her up to his room, and comes back down, and in a gruff voice) I’m going to go do some manly things now.
Me: -_-
Sylar Short Stories: February 3-2, January 30, 28, 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!
Sylar: YEAH?! WHAT?! (Trips and falls down the stairs, knocks his head pretty hard)
Me: OH MY GOSH! (Runs to his side, holds his head up) ARE YOU OKAY?
Sylar: (Sits upright, rubs his head) where am I? What happened?
Me: You’re in the park. You just tripped and fell down those stairs.
Sylar: Oh. Another question...Who are you?
Me: I’m your friend... (Worried) Nicole.
Sylar: Oh, okay. Um. Who am I?
Me: (Shocked, goes wide eyed) You don’t know who you are? Your name is Gabriel Gray! SYLAR!
Sylar: So my name is Sylar? And you’re my girlfriend?
Me: (Blushes, giggles) I’m not your girlfriend and yes, your name is Sylar.
Sylar: But you are a girl and you are my friend so therefore, a girlfriend?
Me: Sure (giggles) let’s go and try to get your memory back
Sylar: Okay. (gets up)
(We walk by a guy selling pumpkin pie; Sylar has no reaction towards this)
Me: Wait! What did we just pass by?
Sylar: A pumpkin pie stand?
Me: (Dumbfounded) let’s keep going...
(We walk by a ton of fan girls, he does not run or fly away, and I continue my disbelief)
Me: Okay, this is seriously freaking me... (I trip on a tree branch and this makes me fall on Sylar, who also falls)
Sylar: (hits his head again) Ouch, my head hurts. Nicole, why are you on top of me?
Me: (Blushed, gets up) I’m sorry, I tripped and fell on you...WAIT. Did you just say my name?
Sylar: Yes...what’s the matter?
Me: WHAT’S YOUR NAME?
Sylar: Sylar...did I have amnesia or some... (sniffs the air) I SMELL PIE.
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: (opens his front door) WHAT?!
Me: I’M SO BORED. Entertain me.
Sylar: Oh. Um, I was just going to the grocery store. Um, you want to come with me?
Me: Sure, it might entertain me. (trudging to his car because of my boredom)
(10 minutes later, we arrive at the grocery store. We enter the grocery store, we get many looks of fear)
Sylar: (Getting a basket, woman is in the way) Excuse me.
Woman: AHHHHH! (Runs and drops everything she was holding)
(We walk through the store, grabbing something in every aisle, still getting horrified stares and screams)
Man: HEY YOU! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT COMING IN HERE AND SCARING EVERYONE.
Sylar: (turns around) Excuse me? (Looks him dead straight in the eye)
Man: (goes wide eyed) UM NEVER MIND. (Turns around, screams and runs out the door)
Sylar: Let’s go pay!
(We walk up to a super long line)
Me: Sylar? Why this line?
Woman 2: (Looks at Sylar, goes wide eyed, she moves out of the line, the rest of the line follows until we’re next to pay)
Cashier: (Gulps, starts sweating) hel...hello. Did you find...find...everything you were...were looking for?
Sylar: (looks at him with the evil stare) No. Your prices are a bit too high
Cashier: (to the point of fainting) then...then...it’s (squeaks) free. (faints)
Sylar: (Takes his groceries) come on Nicole! (Grinning from ear to ear)
Me: (Looking for his car) wow, is it always like that when you buy groceries?
Sylar: Actually, no! I actually have no idea why they were that scared. Usually, I get a lot of staring. I NEVER get screams or free stuff.
Me: (looks at his face, goes wide eyed) uh...uh...THERE’S A SPIDER ON YOUR FACE! (points)
Sylar: (goes wide eyed) AHHHHHHHHHH!
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Sylar: WHAT!?
Spock: You need not yell. I must discuss something of rather importance with you.
Sylar: DUDE! I’M NOT TALKING WITH YOU. I DON’T LIKE YOU.
Spock: Take a number. But of course, what I must speak to you are about your misdemeanours against innocent victims.
Sylar: HAH! WHY DON’T YOU TAKE A NUMBER! You aren’t the first to try to change me!
Me: Hey guys! What’s going on?
Sylar: Mister Spock is trying to prevent me from killing people for their power.
Me: (looks at Spock) Really? Trust me, you aren’t the first to try to change him.
Spock: Why is everyone under the impression that this is a tough task to accomplish? Surely someone can change him.
Me: Nope! Sorry! You’d make the logical choice of not trying to change him.
Spock: Very well. (walks back to James T. Kirk)
Kirk: HAH! I TOLD YOU SO!
Spock: -_-
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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: WHAT?! I’M ACTUALLY NOT BUSY SO YOU HAVE MY COMPLETE ATTENTION!
Me: I have a question that has been bothering me for quite a while actually.
Sylar: (goes wide eyed) it’s not one of those “do you like me” kind of questions is it?
Me: NO! Of course not! I was just wondering why you haven’t killed me or ran away from me since I’m like one of your biggest fans!
Sylar: (relieved) OH! It’s because unlike the fan girls...
Raine: AHHH! SYLAR! LET’S GET HIM GIRLS!
Me: (Sits waiting while Sylar gets chased by Raine, Jeslil, Atefeh, Tiff, and StephJP)
Sylar: (Comes back with his shirt missing and his hair messed up) you aren’t as ... fanatical as they are. And because you understand my need for ... (sniffs the air, gets up)
Me: (Sits waiting as Sylar gets lured in by the fan girls again)
Sylar: (comes back half naked with a plate of pumpkin pie) pie! Those are the reasons.
Me: I’m sorry, WHAT?! THAT’S WHY WE’RE FRIENDS?! BECAUSE I’M NOT FANATICAL AND I UNDERSTAND YOUR NEED FOR PIE?!
Sylar: (Looks shocked) umm...
Me: Yup, that seems right.
Sylar: -_-
Sylar: YEAH?! WHAT?! (Trips and falls down the stairs, knocks his head pretty hard)
Me: OH MY GOSH! (Runs to his side, holds his head up) ARE YOU OKAY?
Sylar: (Sits upright, rubs his head) where am I? What happened?
Me: You’re in the park. You just tripped and fell down those stairs.
Sylar: Oh. Another question...Who are you?
Me: I’m your friend... (Worried) Nicole.
Sylar: Oh, okay. Um. Who am I?
Me: (Shocked, goes wide eyed) You don’t know who you are? Your name is Gabriel Gray! SYLAR!
Sylar: So my name is Sylar? And you’re my girlfriend?
Me: (Blushes, giggles) I’m not your girlfriend and yes, your name is Sylar.
Sylar: But you are a girl and you are my friend so therefore, a girlfriend?
Me: Sure (giggles) let’s go and try to get your memory back
Sylar: Okay. (gets up)
(We walk by a guy selling pumpkin pie; Sylar has no reaction towards this)
Me: Wait! What did we just pass by?
Sylar: A pumpkin pie stand?
Me: (Dumbfounded) let’s keep going...
(We walk by a ton of fan girls, he does not run or fly away, and I continue my disbelief)
Me: Okay, this is seriously freaking me... (I trip on a tree branch and this makes me fall on Sylar, who also falls)
Sylar: (hits his head again) Ouch, my head hurts. Nicole, why are you on top of me?
Me: (Blushed, gets up) I’m sorry, I tripped and fell on you...WAIT. Did you just say my name?
Sylar: Yes...what’s the matter?
Me: WHAT’S YOUR NAME?
Sylar: Sylar...did I have amnesia or some... (sniffs the air) I SMELL PIE.
Me: -_-
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Sylar: (opens his front door) WHAT?!
Me: I’M SO BORED. Entertain me.
Sylar: Oh. Um, I was just going to the grocery store. Um, you want to come with me?
Me: Sure, it might entertain me. (trudging to his car because of my boredom)
(10 minutes later, we arrive at the grocery store. We enter the grocery store, we get many looks of fear)
Sylar: (Getting a basket, woman is in the way) Excuse me.
Woman: AHHHHH! (Runs and drops everything she was holding)
(We walk through the store, grabbing something in every aisle, still getting horrified stares and screams)
Man: HEY YOU! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT COMING IN HERE AND SCARING EVERYONE.
Sylar: (turns around) Excuse me? (Looks him dead straight in the eye)
Man: (goes wide eyed) UM NEVER MIND. (Turns around, screams and runs out the door)
Sylar: Let’s go pay!
(We walk up to a super long line)
Me: Sylar? Why this line?
Woman 2: (Looks at Sylar, goes wide eyed, she moves out of the line, the rest of the line follows until we’re next to pay)
Cashier: (Gulps, starts sweating) hel...hello. Did you find...find...everything you were...were looking for?
Sylar: (looks at him with the evil stare) No. Your prices are a bit too high
Cashier: (to the point of fainting) then...then...it’s (squeaks) free. (faints)
Sylar: (Takes his groceries) come on Nicole! (Grinning from ear to ear)
Me: (Looking for his car) wow, is it always like that when you buy groceries?
Sylar: Actually, no! I actually have no idea why they were that scared. Usually, I get a lot of staring. I NEVER get screams or free stuff.
Me: (looks at his face, goes wide eyed) uh...uh...THERE’S A SPIDER ON YOUR FACE! (points)
Sylar: (goes wide eyed) AHHHHHHHHHH!
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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: WHAT!?
Spock: You need not yell. I must discuss something of rather importance with you.
Sylar: DUDE! I’M NOT TALKING WITH YOU. I DON’T LIKE YOU.
Spock: Take a number. But of course, what I must speak to you are about your misdemeanours against innocent victims.
Sylar: HAH! WHY DON’T YOU TAKE A NUMBER! You aren’t the first to try to change me!
Me: Hey guys! What’s going on?
Sylar: Mister Spock is trying to prevent me from killing people for their power.
Me: (looks at Spock) Really? Trust me, you aren’t the first to try to change him.
Spock: Why is everyone under the impression that this is a tough task to accomplish? Surely someone can change him.
Me: Nope! Sorry! You’d make the logical choice of not trying to change him.
Spock: Very well. (walks back to James T. Kirk)
Kirk: HAH! I TOLD YOU SO!
Spock: -_-
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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: WHAT?! I’M ACTUALLY NOT BUSY SO YOU HAVE MY COMPLETE ATTENTION!
Me: I have a question that has been bothering me for quite a while actually.
Sylar: (goes wide eyed) it’s not one of those “do you like me” kind of questions is it?
Me: NO! Of course not! I was just wondering why you haven’t killed me or ran away from me since I’m like one of your biggest fans!
Sylar: (relieved) OH! It’s because unlike the fan girls...
Raine: AHHH! SYLAR! LET’S GET HIM GIRLS!
Me: (Sits waiting while Sylar gets chased by Raine, Jeslil, Atefeh, Tiff, and StephJP)
Sylar: (Comes back with his shirt missing and his hair messed up) you aren’t as ... fanatical as they are. And because you understand my need for ... (sniffs the air, gets up)
Me: (Sits waiting as Sylar gets lured in by the fan girls again)
Sylar: (comes back half naked with a plate of pumpkin pie) pie! Those are the reasons.
Me: I’m sorry, WHAT?! THAT’S WHY WE’RE FRIENDS?! BECAUSE I’M NOT FANATICAL AND I UNDERSTAND YOUR NEED FOR PIE?!
Sylar: (Looks shocked) umm...
Me: Yup, that seems right.
Sylar: -_-
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