Bloodycry

by Fifty Shades of Yellow

Chapter 1

You knock on the door. Your clothes should be done, all you need to do is to get them and head home. The door opens up, but something is out of place. "Hey there Fluttershy, nice outf-"

"I am not Fluttershy, I am Bloodycry."

"Bloody what?"

"It's part of transforming myself from a doormat to someone who stands up for herself. My image represents the darkness of humanity, the red is the blood that cloaks me, I am invulnerable, I am untouchable!"

"Uh, great? Listen, I just came by to pick up my laundry, remember, my washer broke and I had to use yours?"

"You dare ask me, the Princess of Darkness to do your laundry?"

"No, it's already done, I came by to pick it up-"

"Fool, you dare not tempt me, I am a sorceress of evil black magic, I can curse you in over a thousand different ways! Feeeeeeeear me!" You sigh.

"So Bloodycry can I get my clothes?"

"I don't know, can you?" She mocks. You don't have time for this.

"May I get my clothes?"

"Since you asked, sure." She steps aside, allowing you to enter. "What's the special occasion?"

"What, is my laundry that weird?"

"You brought in nothing but a white shirt and black pants."

"And a pair of black socks. I swear, if they aren't inside the dryer, you better pray to Satan about your safety."

"Don't be ridiculous, Anon. It's Cthulhu that I await, for he shall bring havoc and mayhem to this wretched world." You try to hold back from laughing, but it's proven to be a challenge to how serious she is with this. Instead, you keep on walking and make it down to her basement.

"So, why the whole appearance?"

"Don't you get it? I have been doing this for the last two weeks. How can you fail to notice?"

"That explains the different eyeshadow." She grunts. "Come on, you barely made any eye contact when I met you. What made you think that I would notice anything?"

"What about everything else?" You take a good look at her current attire. Bloodycry has a few wristbands from various bands, a single black highlight in her hair with a bat hairpin. Her clothes look similar on how she used to dress, but all of it is now dark purple. "Do you like them? I was thinking about Green Day or My Chemical Romance."

"Why don't you get a Nickleback wristband instead?"

"Who?" You turn back around to dig your pants and fortunately enough, two black socks out of her dryer. "I have been thinking for a few days about what happened to your washing machine." You stop. "What happened to it?"

Two weeks ago...

You shove the bag filled with bricks down the washing machine and slam the lid down. "Ready?" You sit on top of the lid.

"Anon, I'm not sure about this."

"If we can't go to the amusement park, then we'll being the amusement to us."

"That doesn't even make any sense."

"We can't use my car to head there, so we may as well come up with the next best thing."

"By using your washing machine?" He speculates.

"No shit. Anymore questions?"

"Aren't you worried about breaking something?"

"Nah, it'll be fine." You say as if it was nothing.

"Why can't we use your car again?"

"My parents took it away after we used it for last weeks drag race."

"That's the last time I'm going in the same car with you."

"Hey, we won."

"And almost got arrested for passing that red light."

"But, thanks to that red light, we won." Norman sighs. "Just plug it in!" He plugs the extension cord it into an outlet near the back door. You set it to heavy duty and slam the start button. There was nothing but a small rumble in the first few seconds, but then came the mother of all tremors.

"How is it?"

"Swe-e-e-e-et." It then violently jumps, moving side-to-side with each hop. You bounce off of it when you could not get a good grasp on it. Norman stops it by unplugging the cord.

"Are you OK?"

"What a rush, you're next!"

"I think I'll pass."

"Bet you ten that you can't outlast me." He looks at the machine before looking straight at you.

"You're on." While you run back to the outlet, he jumps on. Without a second thought, you plug it in and watch. It goes the same for him, except the machine acts up early. Norman slides around, but stops when he grabs the panel. He holds on for a good two minutes until he springs off, landing on his arm. "FUCK!" The machine starts to wildly leap around, tilting from each bound. You unplug it, leaving the machine stuck on one of its legs. As you run over, it breaks, starting to fall right for Norman. You tackle for the machine and go head on. It falls back and hits the ground with a loud slam. The front panel on the washing machine pops off, along with the lid opening up. As the partially damaged bricks slide out, you reach out and pick Norman off the ground. "AGH! Fuck!"

"Okay, we're going for a walk."

"The hospital is three miles away!"

"And the only car that I could drive is gone. Do you have any other idea?"

"What about... No." He mumbles. "Fine, let's--"

"Anon! What are you doing!?" Your mother drops her folder when running into the backyard.

"H-hey mom, I was--"

"Risking your own life for some cheap thrill!?" She interrupts you. You and Normal look at each other.

"You could say that."

"And now he's hurt. What were you thinking!?"

"That a beautiful woman could help us?" Norman tries to get on her good side.

She rolls her eyes. "I swear, if your ancestors were alive to see this, they would disown you."

"They would actually disown you for raising me." You whisper to Norman.

"What was that?"

"Can we at least get a ride to the hospital?"

Back to today...

You fold your socks together. "It broke down."

"How?" She continues to question.

"Just like every other machine; over time."

"Okay then. That just leaves one more question; why is this certain getup so important? Someone special?"

"If you must know, it is for my family." You slam the door and grab your folded clothes.

"What's wrong with them?"

"My parents have been in a slump with their relationship for... some time. Now I'm going out of my way to rekindle that spark in their relationship." You walk up the stairs and walk down the hallway. Bloodycry follows you.

"Is it that bad?"

"As far that I'm concerned, they fight over worthless arguments."

"Like what?"

"Two days ago, they complained on who didn't put in a new roll of toilet paper. Luckily, they didn't realize that I was the last one to use the bathroom." She chuckles before cleaning her throat.

"How devious of you." She tries to sound uninterested. "Almost nothing to what I did last week."

"What did you do?"

"I checked out a book and turned it in a day after it was due."

"Okay then."

"Oh, that's not enough?" She sounds intimidated. "If you must know, I didn't cry when Mufasa died."

"You must have watched that scene ten times just to get over it. Anything else?"

"I stubbed my toe last week and only cried for twenty minutes?"

"Fine, I get it. What's next, you're going to read me a poem?" You stop to turn around and see her unfolding a piece of paper. When you start to pass the door to her room, something bothers you. "Are you burning sage?" She backs away to reach for the door handle.

"No?" And just like that, she goes inside. She comes back out, brushing her fingers against her skirt. "Not anymore."

"You need to get outside more often."

"I do go out." She madly replied.

"School and the animals does not count."

"Then... YOU should get out as well! Starting now."

"Fine, only if you let me find out on what you're hiding in there."

"First you taunt me and NOW you bother with making petty agreements?"

"If you have nothing to hide, then you have no problem on allowing me to go inside."

"The Princess of Darkness refuses to let you into her domain."

"Afraid that I'll be right?"

"I am not afraid! I just... it's messy, okay. Now will you leave it alone?"

"So is my room, but I still let me friends in. Face it, you have no excuse."

"I, erm... fine, but just a quick peep, understand?" Bloodycry turns the doorknob and leaves the door barely open. From where you're standing, you can't see shit. "That should be enough." You slide your arm around her and hold it from closing.

"Oh no, don't pull that shit with me."

"What? You've seen my room, now you can--" As you straighten your arm, you push the door open and get her to back away. "Go." You walk in, surveying the room from what has changed. It doesn't look too different to how it was the first time she invited you a few weeks ago. One of the few things that truly changed is that her bedspread once was butterflies with flowers is now purple and black with a flourish design. The wall that had posters of animals in their natural habitat is now replaced with a Slayer poster and some landmarks that went through a noir filter. Her desk has-- you guessed it, the sage sticks that you predicted earlier. There are two books sitting right beside it. One is from Edgar Allan Poe, whereas the other is from H.P. Lovecraft. Right behind them is a ouija board. Hold on...

You grab the board and waive it around. "What the fuck is this shit?" She walks closer to take the board out of your hands.

"I am a sorceress of evil black magic, remember?"

"That explains the damn smell. What else have you done?"

"Nothing, as of yet." You look at her desk once more. With the board out of the way, you did overlook something. There is some pill bottles scattered around. You pick one up and read it. Before you could finish, she takes it away. "Don't you have any respect for other people's stuff?"

"Do you really need an answer for that?" She crosses her arms and gives you a dirty look. "Although I do need an answer to what that is."

"Why should I? You have already seen enough, now you should leave."

"Not until I know why do you need them." Bloodycry tosses the empty bottle in a bin. She moves you away to grab the other one and puts it in a purse covered with studs.

"You wouldn't understand." It's starting to come together. Rebellious, this weird getup, her change.

"Are those antidepressants?" The look in her eyes shift.

"So what if they are?"

"How long have you been taking this stuff?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, it does."

"Because you feel guilty now, is that it?" She starts to raise her voice. "I swear, day in and day out, people expect me to be nice and always be the quiet one to agree with everything." She approaches you and points a finger at the door. "Not anymore, I'm fed up with all of it, so I want you out of here now!" You stand there, thinking that there must be a way to get Bloody here to see the light of day.

"Fine, but--"

"This better be good." Clearly annoyed, she cuts you off.

"You come along with me." She lowers her arm.

"Why?"

"Clearly you need to strengthen it out more by trying it out on someone first. If your friends still don't by it, then you can work on it with me." She thinks about it.

"I'm not sure. You're not wrong about my friends, but why would you help me?" You itch the back of your hand.

"I'm not gonna lie but I'll probably hate myself for saying it. I was in your position before." Bloodyshy raises her eyebrows.

"You have?"

"Yes. Maybe not the whole act that you've been putting on, but yeah."

"What did you do?"

"Can I tell you on the way? Seriosuly, I'm boiling some vegetables on an open stove."

"You can cook?"

"Fuck, it's one question after another." You whisper. "Not really, but I picked up a recipe from the Internet to make a meal for tonight."

"That sounds nice." She coughs. "For you and all."

"Now can we go?" You open the door up, leading the way out.

"I guess." She grabs her purse from the table and follows you out of the room. Once she's done organizing the contaiments of her purse, you lead her outside. It is a clear, bright day. Not too hot or cold for anyone to wear a sweater or shorts. "Darn sunlight." She moves a hand over her eyes.

"See? You need some fresh air."

"Yeah, yeah." She waives off your observation.

Comments

[Ultimate Mayhem]

Interesting....dude I had to reread this a few times because I kept losing focus when I read but man this is hysterical

[Fifty Shades of Yellow]

7946525
That's pretty much the point of the story. I didn't really take it that seriously when writing it (which was a year ago) and thought that you folks might enjoy the mere hilarity that it is. Side note, sorry for the error that it is still in progress, human error is a drag.

[Ultimate Mayhem]

7946592 Human error makes things fun

[SunBlaze]

Seems like my kind of cup of tea will track for later

[Warlord1911D1]

I will add this to my bookshelf so I can read it later. I can tell that this will be a good story indeed.