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Loner Genes

A couple of weeks had past since his big hero moment at the so-called restricted military base, yet since then, Otis has barely been apart of well anything.
"..Why do I feel weird?" He thinks to himself.
"Maybe I should try hanging out with someone... Yeah, that'll be fun!"
He opens up phone and scrolls through his contacts, all... 4 of them. Shit. * First, he dials his good ol' cousin.*

"Yo."
"Cuz! Hey!"
"Hey. What's up?"
"Ehh.. Nothing much! I wanted to ask ya something."
"Shoot."
"Do you maybe wanna hang out later? Maybe like get some lunch or see a movie?"
Sucks teeth. "Yeaaaah.. That's not gonna be possible."
"Huh? Why?"
"Kinda stuck doing things with Nene. Against my will. For the next few days.. years.. decades."
"...Oh."
"Yeah. Sorry. But I promise you, the next opening I get, I'll immediately make sure it's for you and you only. Probably."
"..Cool."
"Sweet. Alright, I gotta get going, c'ya."
"Bye, lo-"
CLICK.
"-ve ya."

Ok, so Pico didn't go as well as he would've anticipated. Like, nowhere near of that, but maybe Gibbons will go better. Granted he hasn't talked to him in a while but hey! It's worth a shot!
He tries dialing Gibbons. Shock of all shocker, he doesn't answer. He doesn't even have a custom message at his voicemail, but he leaves one for him anyway.

CLICK.
"Hey, man! It's me! Otis! Long time no hear! Oh, that sounds off. But I can't really say ''see'' since, y'know, you'll hopefully be hearing this, and not actually seeing me face to face. Fuck it, I'll just keep going with see. Anyway! Long time no see! Hope everything is well! I know we haven't really seen each other for a while now, but I was thinking maybe you'd want to hang out sometime? Like we used to! Maybe get some lunch? See a movie? Go to the mall? Skate Park? It'll be my treat! So, yeah! Call me back as soon as you can, ok?.. Please? Ok, cya!"
BEEP.

God, I sound like a total pick-me boy. I gotta stop that if I want to get anyone to hang out. Who else is here?
He scrolls down till he reaches the end of his contact list.
He reached the end of his contact list in a nanosecond.
Doubt Nene's gonna answer, she's probably too busy being with Cuz. There is no way they're not a couple at this point.
I don't even know why I have her number! We barely talk!
Guess that just leaves Darnell. Here goes nothing.
Last option. Mr. Pyromaniac.

"Yo?"
"Yo! Darnell, it's me! Otis!"
"Oh, What's good! Haven't heard from you in long ass time."
Giggles "Yeah, it has! How are ya?"
"Livin'. You?"
"About the same! Can I ask ya something?"
"Wassup?"
"Do you wanna hang out? Like get lunch or something? Maybe catch a movie? Oh! Or we could do some graffiti! I know a place that could use some li-"
"A'ight, Imma stop you right there. I can't, man."
"Huh? How come?"
"Simply put, I just got all of A-Bot's parts back, and I kinda owe my life to rebuild him once more after, y'know, sellin' them just for a bit of bread."
"Oh, ok! How long do you think that'll take? I don't mind waiting."
"I dunno, bro. Shit like that can takes countless hours of testing."
"So, like tomorrow-"
"For every limb."
"Ah..."
"I promise you, the minute I get done with this, we'll have some fun. Cool?"
"Cool."
"Dope. See you in two weeks."
"WAIT, TWO WEEKS-"
CLICK.

And just like that, there goes Otis' last hope. Time to face the music, some are just either too busy or just don't want to do anything with him. He sits down for a moment, two questions plaguing his mind.
"Did I just waste my time doing that?" "Do people even like me?"
These thoughts stay planted as he grabs his sweater and backpack.
Hopefully, he'll have better luck out there.

Rise of the Goth Punks: TWO POINT OH

It feels like it's been forever since Pico finally got the chance to breathe. But after finally beating the ghettobots and the peniliian's second chance at world domination, he can resort back to being a semi-but-not-really normal white kid. The following day, passing by the beaten up UFO, he meets up with Darnell and Nene, waiting by the front gate of their school.

"There he is! The main man of the hour!" He says, patting his bro's back and giving him a fist bump.
"Yay for Pico!" She remarks, hopping in place with joy.
"Well, I couldn't have done it without you guys." He chuckles.
"...You right! We saved yo' ass!" He says, openly.
"Mhm! You'd be a pupu platter if we didn't exist. But we were there and that didn't happen, thankfully!" She giggles.
"Real selfless, guys." He says, rolling his eyes.
"Buuut, you were still the main man who took out those jawns. We more than likely would've been 'offed." Smiles.
"Nice save."
"Could've been worse!"

He snickers, shaking his head. They all enter in and walking down the hallway. Sometimes, Pico feels like it's neverending. They continue yapping their butts off, as per usual.

"I'm tellin' you, bro! Now, that them fools are gone. I can finally get back to startin' some gorgeous pyrotechnics."
"I've been meaning to talk to you about that actually."
"What for?"
"My eomma says that whenever she's about to walk in to our shop, she sees matches. Maybe learn how to stay under radar, babo!"
"'Ey, listen. It's all part of the spectaple."
"Sepctacle? You compensating for something?"
She giggles once more, trying not to burst out laughing.
"Pico, I swear on my moms..."
"Relax! I'm good, you're good, Nene's good. We've got nothing to worry about."

"Oh, is that what you think?"

A couple of lights turn off. They all freeze in their tracks, as the three of them turn around.

"I'm sorry?"
"You think that this school is safe? As if nothing will ever go wrong anymore? I've got news for you, Raggedy Andy..."

The lights dramatically turn back on. Illuminating the appearances of Mental, Nin, Geisha, Durst, and the self-proclaimed leader of the New Goth Punks, Gotha.

"...You're in for a world of hurt."

"Ok, you guys are gonna have to say your names or whatever, because I genuinely have no idea who you all are."
"Do y'all even go here?"
"That can't be, nearly everyone died!"

"Very well." She snaps her fingers, as the rest of them haphazardly get into position.
"Mental."
"Nin.."
"Geisha!"
"Durst."
"And we are..." She stares back at her so-called team, before turning back to the main trio.
"Mind shutting up for a moment?"

"Oh, yeah yeah."
"Haeyo, haeyo."
"Do what you gotta do."

"Thanks." She dismissively remarks, before turning back and looking straight at ''Mental''.
"What?"
"Mental. Are you fucking serious? Mental?"
"I thought it sounded edgy. That's what we were going for, right?"
"That's what my mom calls my dad when he's drunk, not a name. And you look like a reject of those cloned kids from a few months ago!"
"Well, I thought they looked cool."
"THEY LOOKED RETARDED."
"Little harsh."
"WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE GOTH PUNKS. THAT'S THE POINT, YOU TROGLODYTE." She walks to the next poser on the chopping board, ''Nin''. "Nick, what the hell is this."
"Ok, listen-"
"NO. I GAVE YOU ALL NEARLY 2 WHOLE WEEKS TO PREPARE FOR THIS. AND THE BEST YOU COULD COME UP WITH IS PAINTING YOUR SKIN WHITE AND A FAKE CHAIN??"
"Hey! At least, I have a piercing!"
"Oh, whoope-fucking-do." She rips it off his chin. "You slapped on a fake diamond and called it a day. You want a cookie?"
"...Dude, that hurt."
"I HOPE IT DID." She finally moves on to Geisha. Who she bends down to talk to. "You couldn't even change your name?"
"WHAT?!? LOOK AT ME, AND LOOK AT THEM! I'M BASICALLY COPYING YOUR HOMEWORK."
"Yeah, and you even changed it up a bit, that's great. But why the white skin."
"Isn't that what goths do?"
"Thank you!" He shouts, abruptly.
"Shut up, Nick."
"Ni-"
"I think you heard me."
"..."
"Right. Anyway, look you're the only one who I actually knew before I started this so I'm gonna say this in the nicest way I can."
"Ok?"
"You look like someone who was descedent from a family of mimes, who dropped out of school during their experimental phase, ran off, and grew up to become a stripper."
"That was the nice version?"
"It could've been a lot worse."
"Is it my boobs? I can't help it! I knew I should've gotten breast reduction surgery.."

"Please don't!" He shouts, abruptly.
Smacks him in the back of his head.

Both goths look at him unamused before looking back at each other.

"Also, I thought I was gonna be the leader?"
"The hell? Why?"
"Well, I thought I'd fit better."
"No, Geisha. We've been over this, I'm the leader, you're at my right hand, and they're the disposables if they so happen to die."
"WHAT?"
"I know but-"
"Look, either I continue berating your outfit again, or you can go off slightly unscathed."
She puckers her lips in shame, just titling her head to ''Durst''.
"Thought so." And finally, ''Durst''. "Chad."
"Yeh?"
"Limp Bizkit isn't a goth band."
"THEY'RE NOT???"
"No? They're nu-metal. Who the fuck told you that."
"Mac."
She stares back at ''Mental'', who swiftly looks away. "Chad, do you even know what goth is?"
"Metallica, right?"
"No, that's heavy."
"But KMFDM does heavy metal?"
"You know KMFDM??? Why the hell didn't you just try to replicate that????"
"Oh, I don't listen to them, my brother does."
"You have no idea what Goth even is, do you?"
"Yeah..."
"You just wanted to be included in something because no one else would include you in their groups."
"Yeah......."
"Fuck it, we're already too deep, I'll just roll with it."

She turns back to the trio and they've been taking so long the three have just been eating some lunch Nene's mom made for the three of them.

"HEY!"

They look back at her, their faces stuff.

"We're ready now?"

"Aww...."

They put the food away and get their weapons out.

"Continue."

"Gladly." Snaps her fingers once more. "Mental, Nin, Geisha, Durst, and Myself, Gotha. Together, we'll rip the system and end facisim." She shoots out the lights above them apart from the one illuminating herself. "We.. are the New Goth Punks."

Snickers.
"What."
"Gotha? Really?"
"What's wrong with it?"
"Correct me if I'm wrong but, were you not the one arguing with them making pupu names?"
"Yes?"
"And you landed on Gotha?"
"Again, what's wrong with it."
"Girl, what's your real name."
"Why should I tell you."
"'Cause."
"...Jecka."
"Dude, that's a cool name!"
"HA!"
"My real name. The name I've had since I was birthed."
"Bro, what's wrong with it? It sounds badass."
"That's stupid."
"Your name is pretty!"
"..It is?" Eyebrow raised.
"Yeah! It sounds like a name that belongs to skank!"

Pico and Darnell burst out laughing, even the nu goth punks start laughing.
Gotha starts shaking and gritting her teeth, cheeks turning red, before grunting in frustration, and pulling out a assault rifle, getting a clean headshot at Nene.

"GOD DAMN!"
"NENE!"

The goth punks look frozen. Gotha stares back, unamused.

"What? That's what we're supposed to do. We're successors of school shooters."

"Oh, yeah." They all pull out their own weapons and aim right for the two bros.

"NOW, we're finally getting started, ok.." He pulls out his two MAC-10's as Darnell gets out a blowtorch.

As the punks start to fire, a harrowing realization comes across.

"Ready-"
"Gotha."
"Oh, for satan's sake, what now?"
"We don't have any more ammo."
"WHAT."
They all stare at Durst.
"I put 'em in my locker, like you guys asked!"
She looks at all of them with the most ungodly exasperated expression. There is no doubt she's gonna follow her "idol's" certain footsteps.
"Fuck this."

UNLIKE her predecessor, however, she does not waste any time to use spells, granting her teammates powers, and sends both Pico and Darnell back outside, tumbling. As they stare back at the School, with blood becoming more and more apparent on the vision panels.

"God dammit, man..."
"''Nothing to worry about?''"
"Alright, I was stupid for saying that. Can we get to dealing with th-"

Out of nowhere, Nene comes back running to her buds.
"Sorry! Was getting my knives and your stuff! I knew they'd be trouble.."

They both just stare at her, terrified.

"Are you o-"

"NIGGA HOW."

"Darnell! My ears!"
"NO, HE'S RIGHT! HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU ALIVE?! WE SAW YOU-"
"Die?" Giggles. "That happens to me quite a lot, boys. Now, are we gonna start kicking some ass or what?" She starts sharpening her knives.
"Don't have to tell me twice. Let's send them back to where truly belong.."
"Hol' up."
"What?"
"Can you try to do speech thing you attempted to do with Cassandra like Nene told me with them?"
"Why?"
"The one with the big ass titties? I wanna hit that."
"..Tell ya what. I've been meaning to get some practice after I was forced to do those public speech classes. We'll give it a shot, if it fails, we shoot them to kingdom cum. Sound good?"
"Dope."
"웅~!"

"Let's give Hot Topic some corpses to stock up."

Loner Genes II: The Fannening

It's been like.. what? 2 hours since I left my place? And all I've done is just walked and not even bother to talk to anyone. I really need to stop being such a wimp when it comes to interactions. Maybe some 9eleven can cheer me up..

"Welcome back, kid. What'll it be."
"Lemonade Blaster, with a Crasher Sandwich please."
"Got it, that'll be..."

The gruff bartender spots something in the distance, or what was in the distance. Because it seems to be getting closer and close.

"Hey?"
"What's wrong?"
"Is that rapidly approaching amber-haired girl a friend or something?"
"'Scuse m-?"

Out of nowhere, I'm tackled from behind to the point that I'm nearly bumped into the counter.

"FINALLY! I FINALLY FOUND YOU, MY LOVE!"
"WHAT-"

SHE KEEPS SNUGGLING DEEPER INTO MY NECK, WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING-

"At last, you're in my grasp! You're really mine!"
"THE FUCK???"
"..You know, sweetie, you're surprisingly more easy to wrap my hands around than I thought you would! Oh well! Easier to cuddle with!"
"THANK YOU??? I GUESS???? WHO IN THE MOTHER OF HELL EVEN ARE YOU?!?!?!?!?!?!"
"I've been waiting forever for this moment. I promise, I'll be the best wife EVER to you.. My Pico.."
"H-How do you know my cousin?!?"

She freezes.

"Cousin?" She pulls back to a terrifying conclusion. "Y-YOU'RE NOT PICO!"
"No, I'm sorr- ACK!" I'm fully pushed on to the counter, bumping my head, and dropping my order that was only now ready.
"OMIGOSHOMIGOSHOMIGOSH I'M SOOOO SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO TERRIFY YOU LIKE THAT, I THOUGHT YOU WERE-" She also comes to realization that she's basically soiled his order. "OH MY GOD, I'M SO SORRY! ARE YOU OK??"
"Owww.. Yeah, yeah.. I'm fine-" I'm slowly helped up by her.
"Here! Lemme make it up! Uhhh.. Umm.." She picks up the stained order paper and reads it to the receipt. "L-Lemonade-"
"Lemonade Blaster, with Crashers Sandwich, I got it. And you?"
"Oh, uh, I wasn't actually gonna order anything but um.. Strawberry Milkshake with BLT!" She smiles gleefully at the cashier, like she's not carrying a body. Something says this isn't her first time carrying bodies.
"...13.98."

She pays, and places Otis down on the other side of a booth, un-ruffling his clothes. "I'm really really sorry, it's just that I thought you were-"
"Pico? It's ok.. that happens alot." I say as I crack my lower back.
"Really?"
"Actually, now that I think about it, it's only happened once."
"Dohh.." She slowly covers her face with her palms.
"H-Hey! It's ok! Really! I feel better!"
"Oh!.. Awesome!"
"But you didn't answer my question, I think you were too busy..." His face slowly grows red as he scratches the back of his head. "..Aggressive cuddling me.
"Oops." Nervously giggles. "Well, I'm listening now! So, what was it!"
"How the heck do you know my cousin?"
"Well! If you must know! He's my future husband!"
"C.. Come again?"
"You heard me! My future groom-to-be! Where our wedding will be the most beautiful to ever grace Philadelphia, nay the world..." She sighs dreamily.
"CUZ IS GETTING MARRIE- Ohhhh, wait a minute. You're a fangirl!"
Her face immediately goes red. "N-No! Our love is true! And ho- Ok, so we're not "OFFICIAL" yet, per say. But we will be!"
You know, I feel like I should tell her about what's going on between him and Nene. But even I dunno what's going on with that. "I wish ya luck."
Her face lights up a bit, like she's being encouraged to pursue him? That's never happened before! "Thank you!" She smiles at him.
I smile back.
Shrug. "Meh. I think I'm just really bored and I usually head to this place whenever I'm feeling empty."
Stops sipping her drink. "Empty?? Why???"

"I usually hang out with my cousin-"
Begins to lean forward, and propping her face up with her palms. Fluttering her eyelashes.
Nervously giggles. "Eheh, as I was saying. I usually hang out with my cousin, but nowadays, every time I ask, it's always-" Puts on a mocking voice. "NaE nAe..."
Out of nowhere, she gains a more menacing expression, and by that, I mean her fringes are covering her eyes, it looks like there's none.
"You ok?"
"Peachy!" Switches back to her usual self. "Continue!"
I shrug it off and follow suit. "Yeah, so, I don't really get to hang out with him as much. And all my other friends are my cuz's friends. And the only friend that I actually made.. kind hasn't talked to me in years."
"You don't have any other friends?"
My eyes wander a bit.
"Oh.."
"Yeah."

Well, this just got awkward. I don't think the lil' guy wants to even speak to me-

Wait a sec.

That's a Behemoth game memorabilia.

"Is that Alien Hominid?"
"I light up surprisingly quickly. "Y.. YOU KNOW ALIEN HOMINID??"
"It's a behemoth game! Those are always so cute and funny! Which is your favorite? Mine's Battleblock Theater. I think it's very funny." She giggles.
Ooook, I wouldn't exactly call those games "cute" but Holy Smokes, I'm having a conversation with someone that isn't myself about the freakin' BEHEMOTH, I am NOT squandering this. "Oh, well, OBVIOUSLY, the original Alien Hominid, but I do have a soft spot Castle Crashers too! I like to use gray, I like playing as little mooks making it far."
"Awww, that's nice! I'm #GiveMePinkOrGiveMeDeath! Love pink knight! If they were real, I'd totally be best friends with them. That barbarian king (TRY-HARD GRUFF VOICE) WOULD BE DEAD IN A PICOSECONDDD!" She laughs.
I snicker, before bursting out laughing myself. "And I'd be glad to help ya BOTH out." We both laugh simultaneously.
"Hey, why don't you come over and we try to beat the game together?! Start to finish! It's summer, we should be enjoying ourselves!" For someone who Otis thought was pretty scary before, her smile is kinda infectious.
"That sounds awesome! After we're done eating, I'll let ya lead the way!"
"YAY! I'd love t- OH! I almost forgot!

"I'm Tracie! Nice to meet you~!" :>

"Otis! It's nice to meet you too." :]

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Pub: 05 Apr 2025 03:22 UTC
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