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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: -_-
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
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: (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: (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: (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 Short Stories (Super special edition): March 24, 25
Sylar Origin Story [Part 1]
Me: (Getting off work, I walk in the park, and I see a friend sitting on park bench) HEY! How are you?
Friend: (Brightens up) I’m awesome! I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE HERE! I need to tell you something! Sit down!
Me: (Sits down, looks at my friend) so what’s going on?
Friend: So you know how there is a pie eating contest?
Me: (Curious) Yes...(Looks behind her, sees a familiar person walking down the pathway, tilts my head left and right trying to remember who it is)
Friend: (notices this and looks behind) who’s that? He looks really really really familiar.
Me: (He walks past us and I continue to think, my eyes widen) oh...my...gosh...THAT’S SYLAR!
Friend: (leans into me.) Are you serious?
Me: YEAH! I’M POSITIVE! Those are his eyebrows! I’m going to say hi!
Friend: Are you CRAZY!? He’s a psychopathic serial killer! You don’t just say hi!
Me: I don’t care. (Gets up and starts walking towards him)
Friend: (just joking) so when he splits your forehead, can I have your vintage scarf?
Me: Hey Sylar! (He doesn’t turn around) SYLAR! (He still doesn’t turn around, he keeps walking) Fine... (Takes in a deep breath as I get closer to him) Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! 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?!
Me: Hi! (Runs off giggling)
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar Origin Story [Part 2]
Sylar: (Finishes his coffee and goes outside, he thinks to himself) ‘Hmm...it looks nice outside, I’m going to go take a nice, peaceful walk’
Sylar: (Walks down the pathway in the park, looks around, he sees many couples, a lot of families, two teenage girls, a hotdog cart, and tourists.)
Person: That’s SYLAR!
Sylar: (Sighs, thinks to himself) ‘They always talk about me’ (Smiles, keeps walking)
Person: Hey Sylar!
Sylar: (Thinks to himself) ‘Oh no, not another fan girl, I think my peaceful walk just ended...should I fly out of here? No, it’ll cause too much of a scene’ (Keeps walking)
Person: SYLAR!
Sylar: (Walks a tiny bit faster)
Person: Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: (Turns around) WHAT?!
Person: (Her work ID showing, her name being Nicole) Hi! (She runs away giggling)
Sylar: -_- ... (Turns around and keeps walking, smiles) Hmm...Nicole. Interesting.
Me: (Getting off work, I walk in the park, and I see a friend sitting on park bench) HEY! How are you?
Friend: (Brightens up) I’m awesome! I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE HERE! I need to tell you something! Sit down!
Me: (Sits down, looks at my friend) so what’s going on?
Friend: So you know how there is a pie eating contest?
Me: (Curious) Yes...(Looks behind her, sees a familiar person walking down the pathway, tilts my head left and right trying to remember who it is)
Friend: (notices this and looks behind) who’s that? He looks really really really familiar.
Me: (He walks past us and I continue to think, my eyes widen) oh...my...gosh...THAT’S SYLAR!
Friend: (leans into me.) Are you serious?
Me: YEAH! I’M POSITIVE! Those are his eyebrows! I’m going to say hi!
Friend: Are you CRAZY!? He’s a psychopathic serial killer! You don’t just say hi!
Me: I don’t care. (Gets up and starts walking towards him)
Friend: (just joking) so when he splits your forehead, can I have your vintage scarf?
Me: Hey Sylar! (He doesn’t turn around) SYLAR! (He still doesn’t turn around, he keeps walking) Fine... (Takes in a deep breath as I get closer to him) Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! 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?!
Me: Hi! (Runs off giggling)
Sylar: -_-
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Sylar Origin Story [Part 2]
Sylar: (Finishes his coffee and goes outside, he thinks to himself) ‘Hmm...it looks nice outside, I’m going to go take a nice, peaceful walk’
Sylar: (Walks down the pathway in the park, looks around, he sees many couples, a lot of families, two teenage girls, a hotdog cart, and tourists.)
Person: That’s SYLAR!
Sylar: (Sighs, thinks to himself) ‘They always talk about me’ (Smiles, keeps walking)
Person: Hey Sylar!
Sylar: (Thinks to himself) ‘Oh no, not another fan girl, I think my peaceful walk just ended...should I fly out of here? No, it’ll cause too much of a scene’ (Keeps walking)
Person: SYLAR!
Sylar: (Walks a tiny bit faster)
Person: Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: (Turns around) WHAT?!
Person: (Her work ID showing, her name being Nicole) Hi! (She runs away giggling)
Sylar: -_- ... (Turns around and keeps walking, smiles) Hmm...Nicole. Interesting.
Sylar Short Stories: March 11, 10, 8, 5
Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN FOR THE PAST WEEK?! I WAS ACTUALLY GETTING WORRIED.
Me: (Shocked) Worried? ABOUT ME?!
Sylar: uh YEAH! And why are you so tanned?
Me: (Begins) Well I went to...
Sylar: YOU GOT A SPRAY TAN! WOW IT’S SO NICE!
Me: NO! I went to...
Sylar: YOU USED A TANNING BED!
Me: NO! Those are bad for you. WHY WON’T YOU LET ME FINISH?!
Sylar: (Thinking...) if that’s not it...Let me think for a second.
(Leaves him to think about it, goes into a coffee house to grab something to drink)
Sylar: (Turns around) I KNOW WHERE YOU WENT! Hey! (Looks around for me) WHERE’D YOU GO?! Nicole? Hey! NICOLE! (Looks behind a tree)
Me: (Inside the coffee house) WOOOW... (Cashier looks at where I’m looking)
Cashier: What is he doing?
Me: I think he’s looking for me?
Cashier: Here are your drinks! Have a nice day!
Sylar: (Doesn’t notice me) NOO! I’VE LOST HER AGAIN! THE MADNESS!
Me: Dude. What are you doing?
Sylar: (Blinks) I...um...dropped my...um...KEYS!
Me: (Looks at him) here, I got you a drink. (Hands it to him) So have you figured it out yet?
Sylar: Figured out what?
Me: MY tan?
Sylar: (Absolutely and completely serious) WHOA! YOU GOT SO TANNED! HOW DID YOU TAN? Did you get a spray tan?
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: (Intimidating voice and stare) you wanna play a game?
Me: (Wide eyes) okay...it depends what it is...
Sylar: (Walks up super close to me) staring contest.
Me: (backs away a bit) okay...
(for 10 seconds neither of us blink)
Sylar: There’s a spider on your arm!
Me: (Jumps and brushes off arms, blinking like mad) OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH GET IT OFF GET IT OFF.
Sylar: MAHAHA! I WIN!
Me: HEY! NO FAIR!
Sylar: Fine...one more time.
(15 seconds go by, neither of us blinking)
Me: (Eyes glance behind him, smiles)
Sylar: (not blinking) what?! Is there a spider? WELL I’M NOT GOINGTO FALL FOR IT.
Me: (not blinking) it’s not a spider. Someone is going to come up behind you and...
Sylar: NOPE! NOT FALLING FOR IT.
(Person comes up closer, I see that it’s Peter, he puts his finger to his mouth, I blink)
Sylar: HAH! I WIN! WOOP WOOOP! (Peter taps his shoulder, Sylar turns around)
Peter: (gives Sylar a pie to his face, runs away laughing) THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR RUINING MY ART PROJECT!
Me: Can’t say I didn’t warn you!
Sylar: (licking the whip cream around his mouth) -_-
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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!? (Sees him off to the distance with a bunch of adults and children) Uh oh... (Walks up to him)
Sylar: (singing) happy birthday dear Timmy! Happy Birthday to you! (Claps with the adults while the children cheer)
Me: (nudges him) what are you doing?!
Sylar: (Pulls me off to the side) I’m trying to score some free cake!
Me: (scoffs) really? Okay then. (Sits close to the table)
Parent: So who’s your kid? (hands Sylar a huge piece of cake)
Sylar: Oh, just little Randy over there. (Stuffs a big piece of cake in his mouth)
Parent: Randy? There’s no Randy at this party... HEY! WHO ARE YOU?!
Sylar: Did I say Randy? I meant Candy! No...Mandy! um...um...(Parents closing in on him)
Kid: (walking towards me with cake) hey! You want some cake?
Me: Sure (takes cake from him) Thanks!
Kid: No problem. My party was pretty boring until this crazy guy showed up looking for cake. This is just good entertainment!
Sylar: AHHHH!!! (runs away while the parents chase him)
Me: (eats cake and we both watch Sylar run away) you can say that again.
Sylar: (runs behind me and steals my cake) MAHAHAHA!
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: MAHAHA! I’VE MASTERED THE ZORRO THING!
Me: (Looks at the tree, many Z’s marked into it and a couple S’s) nice! Let’s see!
Sylar: (Arm comes up and index finger points out, he makes the Z on the tree, grins)
Me: (confused. Cocks head to the side) did you hear that when you made that mark in the tree?
Sylar: (Looks at me) what noise?
Me: Make the Z again.
Sylar: (He does, and there is a high screeching sound) HUH! I’ve never noticed that!
Me: (cocks head to the other side) slice something else!
Sylar: (He does, the screeching sound is made again) WHERE IS THAT COMING FROM?! (He keeps slicing random things whilst people stare at him)
Me: OH MY GOSH! YOU HAVE YOUR OWN SOUND EFFECT!
Sylar: (Brightens up with a huge smile) that’s so true! I wonder if the “others” have a sound effect! (Calls up Hiro)
Hiro: YOU’RE RIGHT! I DO HAVE A SOUND EFFECT! (Teleports somewhere, we hear a sound effect, comes back) YATTA!
Me: (Pretends to be sad, sniffs) I want a sound effect. (Pout)
(Sylar and Hiro look at each other, shrugs, and Hiro continues teleporting back and forth and Sylar keeps slicing things, their sound effects keep going)
Me: -_- Wow.
Sylar: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN FOR THE PAST WEEK?! I WAS ACTUALLY GETTING WORRIED.
Me: (Shocked) Worried? ABOUT ME?!
Sylar: uh YEAH! And why are you so tanned?
Me: (Begins) Well I went to...
Sylar: YOU GOT A SPRAY TAN! WOW IT’S SO NICE!
Me: NO! I went to...
Sylar: YOU USED A TANNING BED!
Me: NO! Those are bad for you. WHY WON’T YOU LET ME FINISH?!
Sylar: (Thinking...) if that’s not it...Let me think for a second.
(Leaves him to think about it, goes into a coffee house to grab something to drink)
Sylar: (Turns around) I KNOW WHERE YOU WENT! Hey! (Looks around for me) WHERE’D YOU GO?! Nicole? Hey! NICOLE! (Looks behind a tree)
Me: (Inside the coffee house) WOOOW... (Cashier looks at where I’m looking)
Cashier: What is he doing?
Me: I think he’s looking for me?
Cashier: Here are your drinks! Have a nice day!
Sylar: (Doesn’t notice me) NOO! I’VE LOST HER AGAIN! THE MADNESS!
Me: Dude. What are you doing?
Sylar: (Blinks) I...um...dropped my...um...KEYS!
Me: (Looks at him) here, I got you a drink. (Hands it to him) So have you figured it out yet?
Sylar: Figured out what?
Me: MY tan?
Sylar: (Absolutely and completely serious) WHOA! YOU GOT SO TANNED! HOW DID YOU TAN? Did you get a spray tan?
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: (Intimidating voice and stare) you wanna play a game?
Me: (Wide eyes) okay...it depends what it is...
Sylar: (Walks up super close to me) staring contest.
Me: (backs away a bit) okay...
(for 10 seconds neither of us blink)
Sylar: There’s a spider on your arm!
Me: (Jumps and brushes off arms, blinking like mad) OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH GET IT OFF GET IT OFF.
Sylar: MAHAHA! I WIN!
Me: HEY! NO FAIR!
Sylar: Fine...one more time.
(15 seconds go by, neither of us blinking)
Me: (Eyes glance behind him, smiles)
Sylar: (not blinking) what?! Is there a spider? WELL I’M NOT GOINGTO FALL FOR IT.
Me: (not blinking) it’s not a spider. Someone is going to come up behind you and...
Sylar: NOPE! NOT FALLING FOR IT.
(Person comes up closer, I see that it’s Peter, he puts his finger to his mouth, I blink)
Sylar: HAH! I WIN! WOOP WOOOP! (Peter taps his shoulder, Sylar turns around)
Peter: (gives Sylar a pie to his face, runs away laughing) THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR RUINING MY ART PROJECT!
Me: Can’t say I didn’t warn you!
Sylar: (licking the whip cream around his mouth) -_-
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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!? (Sees him off to the distance with a bunch of adults and children) Uh oh... (Walks up to him)
Sylar: (singing) happy birthday dear Timmy! Happy Birthday to you! (Claps with the adults while the children cheer)
Me: (nudges him) what are you doing?!
Sylar: (Pulls me off to the side) I’m trying to score some free cake!
Me: (scoffs) really? Okay then. (Sits close to the table)
Parent: So who’s your kid? (hands Sylar a huge piece of cake)
Sylar: Oh, just little Randy over there. (Stuffs a big piece of cake in his mouth)
Parent: Randy? There’s no Randy at this party... HEY! WHO ARE YOU?!
Sylar: Did I say Randy? I meant Candy! No...Mandy! um...um...(Parents closing in on him)
Kid: (walking towards me with cake) hey! You want some cake?
Me: Sure (takes cake from him) Thanks!
Kid: No problem. My party was pretty boring until this crazy guy showed up looking for cake. This is just good entertainment!
Sylar: AHHHH!!! (runs away while the parents chase him)
Me: (eats cake and we both watch Sylar run away) you can say that again.
Sylar: (runs behind me and steals my cake) MAHAHAHA!
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: MAHAHA! I’VE MASTERED THE ZORRO THING!
Me: (Looks at the tree, many Z’s marked into it and a couple S’s) nice! Let’s see!
Sylar: (Arm comes up and index finger points out, he makes the Z on the tree, grins)
Me: (confused. Cocks head to the side) did you hear that when you made that mark in the tree?
Sylar: (Looks at me) what noise?
Me: Make the Z again.
Sylar: (He does, and there is a high screeching sound) HUH! I’ve never noticed that!
Me: (cocks head to the other side) slice something else!
Sylar: (He does, the screeching sound is made again) WHERE IS THAT COMING FROM?! (He keeps slicing random things whilst people stare at him)
Me: OH MY GOSH! YOU HAVE YOUR OWN SOUND EFFECT!
Sylar: (Brightens up with a huge smile) that’s so true! I wonder if the “others” have a sound effect! (Calls up Hiro)
Hiro: YOU’RE RIGHT! I DO HAVE A SOUND EFFECT! (Teleports somewhere, we hear a sound effect, comes back) YATTA!
Me: (Pretends to be sad, sniffs) I want a sound effect. (Pout)
(Sylar and Hiro look at each other, shrugs, and Hiro continues teleporting back and forth and Sylar keeps slicing things, their sound effects keep going)
Me: -_- Wow.
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