#maybe not all the way but enough to sorta blend in without causing panic

[citrine-elephant]

good morning i'm just thinking about how dope it would've been if somehow piers managed to survive after saving chris

somehow his mutations kept him from, yknow, drowning, exploding whatever. after yeeting chris out of the facility thingie.

his lightning abilities are so fucking cool man. sherry can have her regen powers right?? why not piers be cured and get to be a shocky shock friend???

[storiesabouthumanandthings]

Milkshake 3

His milkshake?

(This is the last one.....i hope)

The woman was cleaning out her house with the help of the gentleman from down the block. She simply scooped up the broken blender and its pieces into a small grocery bag to throw away. Before throwing it away, a teenage boy rolled by on his bike. He could see electrical components sticking out of the bag. He stopped and pull up to the woman right before she dropped the bag in. "can I have that?" He quietly asked. Unable to her him the woman asked what. He repeated slightly louder, "may I have that? I play with electronics and it looks like I could..." before he could finish she woman handed him the bag, "it's trash, I don't need your life story. Just be careful with it. It's, like, cursed or something." The boy took the bag with a raised eyebrow. He thanked her and hurried back home. He inspected the main electrical pieces. A few welds and everything should work. He slowly glued all the glass pieces and covering back together. After the weekend was over, he had it rebuilt. The glass blender was still unusable but the base worked fine. He was planning to throw the blender out now he fixed it but it was late and he had school in the morning. He left the blender in the basement for the week, forgetting about it. 

The weekend came and he got his hands on some new electronics, a few broken phones with cracked screens and old tablets. He was hoping to combine the two. When coming down stairs he saw the blender was whole. It still had lines where he glued but it was all solid. Is this what the woman meant by cursed? A healing blender? How is that a curse? He immediately decided that it needed to be tested. He went slow, blending fruits and soft items. He slowly increased the hardness of the items to be blended until it was just solid ice. Once done, he decided it was strong enough for everyday uses. He now had to dispose of a lot of random liquids into the garden without being seen for wasting food. He pushed the random containers of random liquids outside the basement window. As he did so, he could hear his new favorite sound. The roar of a motorcycle. Instead of finishing the task at hand, he went to the front yard. He was a few houses down but he could still see the motorcycle. It was in poor condition but he fantasized about working on it, making it better with a few extra components. He also envied the bike owner. He always thought she was so free and cool, he wished he was more like that. After staring probably longer than normal, he realized he still had a task to do. 

He went to the back of his property and began to poor the liquids into his mother’s garden bed, hoping it all to soak into the soil before anyone would notice. Once finished, he went back to his basement. He couldn’t see how a this blender could be cursed. It did seem abnormal that it sorta healed but that might be some new material. Or maybe the heat of the glue welded it together. He didn’t care, but he did want to test it some more. But it was getting late again and he had a busy day tomorrow. 

The next day was a lot of yard work. He was tasked to clean the yard. He hated that was his chore, the sun was a deadly laser in his mind. It was always too hot and it didn’t seem to matter how much sun block he used, he always ended up burnt. He mowed the lawn, raked the clippings and any debris the blew in. He also watered the lawn and garden, which he was actually thankful for since his experiment was still mostly laying on top. After watering, most of the remains were dispensed out or covered with dirt. By the time he finished, the sun was setting. He made his way to the basement. He wanted to go to bed but the basement was cooler than his room. He saw the blender and immediately knew what he wanted. He begrudgingly made his way back upstairs, gather the ingredients and began to make his well deserved snack. His parents left for the night so it was up to him to make his dinner. A simple milkshake sounded perfect. He washed the blender, making sure that there was no remnants of his experiments or glue floating about.

Once finished, he plopped himself down in front of his homemade entertainment system, piece together from other’s trash. The surround sound was so great, he nearly missed the the banging at his front door. He was slow to answer. Before opening the door, he peered through the peephole. He noticed his yard was filled with people. He immediately began to panic. This must be the vandalized that has been hitting the neighborhood for the past month. He began backing up when he heard screaming voices from outside. He patted himself down when he realized he left his phone in the basement. Suddenly his front door flew open and the girl that owned the bicycle was in his house with another girl. 

“Dammit!” screamed the delivery girl, “they are already inside!” She swung her bat high behind her, getting ready for the swing. The boy collapsed onto the floor, covering his face. “Wait!” screamed the girl, “He’s different. He’s not in a zombie state.” The girl extended a hand, “we’re here to help. Now is your mom or sister or any female relative in the house?” The boy shook his head, taking her hand slowly. “What’s going on?” Screamed the deliver girl over the banging at the door. “I don’t know but we got to get out of here.” The delivery girl nodded and held a hand, “Come with me if you want to live.” The girl huffed and rolled her eyes. The delivery girl answered defensively, “Oh come on, that was funny! And I always wanted to say that and when am I going to get another chance?” The girl snapped back angrily, “Next weekend, with our luck. And we need to study for finals to make sure you graduate and I still have top grades.” The delivery girl pouted, “My grades aren’t that bad.” 

“Hey!” called out the boy, “escape?” The girl nodded, still holding onto his hand, “Follow us and we will try to keep you safe.” The girl stood at the door. The delivery girl took a few steps back, stretched and rolled her neck, making it pop at the joints, “Let’s do this, baby!” The girl rolled her eyes and smiled, “such a drama queen.” The girl yanked the door open as the delivery ran full speed towards it, using the bat in front of her as a sort of battle ram, pushing and hitting boys out of the way. The girl quickly followed behind her, pulling the boy with them. As they ran, some of the boys were able to react and were reaching out at the boy. He screamed as they ran, occasionally needing the delivery girl to hit a few back or the girl to yank him up and away from them. They eventually cleared the thick part of the mob. The delivery girl jumped on her bike, starting it up fast, “everyone hold on tight, I’ve never done this with 3 people.” The girl held onto the delivery girl and the boy held onto the girl as the slowly rolled down the street shakily. 

They were eventually able to clear the crowd and stopped at a nearby park. “We can’t stay here long but we can’t out run them,” stated the delivery girl. The girl walked in circles, “I know, I know but what has changed?” The girl turned to the boy, “are you sure none of the women in your house were there? or did they make a milkshake before leaving the house?” The boy shook his head, “No, I was the only one home. I did make a milkshake. How did you know this?” The girls’ heads shoot at him, “You made a milkshake?!” He nodded taking a step back, like he was being sculled. “Did you buy a blender from a gypsy?” asked the delivery girl. “Or just a yard sale from a woman?” The boy shook his head. The girls’ sighed exhausted, not liking his answer. “I did get a blender recently.” The girls continued to talk on their own, ignoring him. “If it wasn’t the blender, then all of our previous theories are wrong,” worried the girl. “Maybe not, maybe this is a new curse. Maybe he is cursed with something else,” suggested the delivery girl. The girl shook her head, “No, we are just missing something.” 

“Curse? A cursed blender?” asked the boy. The delivery girl nodded, “It started with this one,” pointing at the girl, “and then again with the neighbor. But we destroyed the blender, so end of story.” “apparently not,” grumbled the girl. The delivery girl continued, “all we know is the blender zombiefied all the boys in the neighborhood, if not the whole town, to the girl or woman who made a milkshake in the blender, causing them all to go to her house.” “Oh!” exclaimed the boy. The delivery girl nodded, “and that’s what has been our date night for the past month basically.” The boy whispered quietly, “I, um, fixed the blender.” “What?!” screamed the girl. The boy suddenly spurted everything out, “The woman said it was cursed but who believes in curses anymore and I just wanted a puzzle to I put it back together and forgot about it, after a week, the blender was whole again after gluing it together, and it seemed more of a blessing than a curse, and I had a hot day and I wanted a cold drink so I made a milkshake and how was I to know it knew it was really cursed and how does it know I am a woman, no one knows that but me.”

The park became quiet except for the income steps of the neighborhood boys. The girl spoke first, “Wait, so your trans-woman?” The boy, now new girl nodded, tearing up a little. The delivery girl blurted out, “Forget that, how did you fix it?!” The new girl blinked, “What?” “How did you fix it, she smashed the shit out of the stupid blender and you just fixed it?” The new girl nodded, “well yeah. I am good with electronics so I put the peaces back together. I looked at the blended as a 3D puzzle and just put it back together with some circuitry soldering and superglue.” The girl began to laugh, “now it all makes sense. He, I mean she, sorry. She put the cursed blender back together, it magically healed, She made a milkshake, and it brought the boys to her yard. The theory still works!” The delivery girl nodded, “so next, we do what we have been doing, destroy the blender and the milkshake and we should be ok?” The girl nodded, “Let’s hurry back to her house before it gets worse.”

It was a quick ride back to the street. It was already packed. “I don’t we are getting through this way,” stated the delivery girl. “What other way do we have?” ask the girl. “I have an idea,” the new girl offered. She quickly pointed to the next block over and had them stop at an unseeming house. “Now, we run through this person’s yard, climb the back fence, and get inside my house. The blender in in the basement so we can squeeze through a small window.” The girls’ nodded and ran through the back yard. Once reaching the fence, the deliver girl tossed her bat and lifted the girl over. The new girl attempted to climb over herself but had no upper body strength to speak of. The delivery girl walked over to where the new girl was basically dangling off the fence and hefted her over with little effort. She was able to run, jump, and yank herself over the wall with ease.

Once over, they could see the boys start filing in on either side of the house. “Quick,” yelled the new girl. They ran to the window. The new girl opened in the window, “Go in first. You apparently know what to do.” The girl climbed through first. “Okay, now you,” said the delivery girl. The new girl shook her head, “No you, leave me the bat and I’ll hold off until your in. You know how to stop this, I don’t” The delivery girl nodded and handed the bat over. The new girl ran towards some of the boys, knocking them down and pushing them back, then running to the other side, trying to hold them back. “Okay, it’s clear, it’s your turn,” called the delivery girl. The new girl ran to the window. She tossed the bat in first and began to crawl in. She was about half in when the boys began to pull on her legs, “Help,” she screamed. The girl grabbed the new girl’s hands, “Don’t let go.” “I don’t plan to.” The girl began to pull the new girl in in a tug-o-war effort. The delivery girl quickly found the blender and re-smashed it. “Do you have a cup of it?” the delivery girl called out. The new girl nodded, “yes but it’s in my favorite cup!” “I’ll buy you a new damn cup, where is it?” “Next to the TV.” The delivery girl grabbed it and slammed it to the ground next to the blender.

Once the cup shattered, the boys released and the new girl came flying in on top of the girl. The delivery girl walked over with an extended hand, “Oh we save your life and now you’re trying to steal my girlfriend.” The new girl quickly got up, “What?! No! I wasn’t doing anything!” The delivery girl laughed, “I was only joking. Now let’s clean this mess up.” They piled all the glass in once spot and the solid blender pieces in another. They bagged the up separate. They walked around the block, most of the boys had dispersed by now, a few were confused where they even were, pulling up maps on their phone or calling for a ride. They got back onto the delivery girl’s bike and rode to a secluded area, holding the bags on opposite sides of the bike. Upon arrival, the girl’s went into separate directions, set both bags on fire, and buried the pieces separate. “That should be the last of that,” exclaimed the girl. 

They all returned back to the new girl’s house. “Hey, Thank you both for tonight.” The delivery girl shrugged, “we had nothing better plan.” The new girl nodded and continued slowly, “but you now know something about me that no one else does. not my parents. not my friends.” The girl stepped up and grabbed her hand, “Your secret is safe. Plus, if you need help again, just give us a call.” The delivery girl wrapped an arm around the new girl’s shoulder, “Plus aren’t we friends now. We did just defeat a curse and a horde of zombie boys.” The new girl nodded, “yeah, I guess that would make us friends.” “Just one question though. What do we call you?” the delivery girl asked. “What?” said the new girl. “What do we call you? Like I knew your name from classes but now that you are out, to us at least, do we still call you that or do you have a new, preferred name?” The new girl blinked, “Oh. Um, well, I haven’t thought of a new name. Do I need a new name? I was just planning to come out after I moved away” The girls shook their heads, the girl speaking, “You don’t need a new name but we will support you in whatever you need and will stand with you when you come out.” The new girl nodded, “well, just call me the same name for now.”

As they talked, their stomach’s began to growl, the delivery girl spoke first, “Pizza?” the girl rolled her eyes, “why always pizza?” “Because pizza is awesome,” answered the new girl. “You are going to fit in great here,” laughed the delivery girl, “I’ll run to work and get a couple of boxes and we can eat.” The new girl nodded, “when you come back, I want to talk to you about your bike.” “What about this piece of junk?” “Well I am always messing with electrics. I can update your headlights and turn signals, maybe add electric readers.” “You can do that?! that’ll be awesome!” The new girl shrugged, “if I can find parts, sure. In the mean time, I can get some make up tips from you?” turning to the girl. She almost squealed, “Oo, makeover! She never lets me put make up on her unless it’s something extreme for possible concert ideas.” The delivery girl rushed to Barnyard Pizza, and they had a girls night in to relax. 

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