The Day I Became Tempmas
It was 10 minutes before midnight on Christmas Eve. My best friend is changing, morphing, evolving. Her beautiful long blonde hair was turning into scruffy patches of raven hair, and the worse part, was a silvery faceplate forming over her eyes. It deformed flesh, and pressed harshly against the bridge of her nose.
She broke my staring with a shudder, and crumpled onto my sheets. I quickly reassured her, and grabbed a mug, which I filled with a heady measure of rum, and a packet of instant hot chocolate. As the water boiled, and I took a drink of rum directly from the bottle. It burned a line down my throat.
"I can't let my boyfriend see me like this!" She whimpered, burying her head into my pillow.
The boiling kettle clicked off. I added the water to the hot chocolate, and grabbed a peppermint candy cane to stir it with.
I handed it to Susan, and then spoke.
"When did it start?"
Susan accepted the mug of alcohol and wouldn't look at me. The hand holding the candy cane swirled crazily around in the beverage.
Circle, circle.
She finally looked up, panic making her eyes limpid.
Circle, circle, circle.
The beverage made crazy spins in it's cup.
"I think I can find out what this logo is from." I turned to my computer and typed in logos in google's search function.
There. On the 15th page.
I looked back and forth from the logo, to her face. I swallowed, feeling panic rise like bile in my throat. The words fought out of my mouth, "You are turning into the GBAtemp logo!"
Susan nodded, causing the controller's buttons on her face to click a little, and her uniform's buttons to sway a little.
After a little exploration in the forums, we found that the cure is to post 500 different topics, and then the face plate would fall off, and she'd go back to normal.
So, Dear Santa, we spent Christmas Eve brainstorming topics, and drinking Monster energy drinks, lit by the glare of our laptops. I think I can say we deserve our christmas presents this year...
It was 10 minutes before midnight on Christmas Eve. My best friend is changing, morphing, evolving. Her beautiful long blonde hair was turning into scruffy patches of raven hair, and the worse part, was a silvery faceplate forming over her eyes. It deformed flesh, and pressed harshly against the bridge of her nose.
She broke my staring with a shudder, and crumpled onto my sheets. I quickly reassured her, and grabbed a mug, which I filled with a heady measure of rum, and a packet of instant hot chocolate. As the water boiled, and I took a drink of rum directly from the bottle. It burned a line down my throat.
"I can't let my boyfriend see me like this!" She whimpered, burying her head into my pillow.
The boiling kettle clicked off. I added the water to the hot chocolate, and grabbed a peppermint candy cane to stir it with.
I handed it to Susan, and then spoke.
"When did it start?"
Susan accepted the mug of alcohol and wouldn't look at me. The hand holding the candy cane swirled crazily around in the beverage.
Circle, circle.
She finally looked up, panic making her eyes limpid.
Circle, circle, circle.
The beverage made crazy spins in it's cup.
"I think I can find out what this logo is from." I turned to my computer and typed in logos in google's search function.
There. On the 15th page.
I looked back and forth from the logo, to her face. I swallowed, feeling panic rise like bile in my throat. The words fought out of my mouth, "You are turning into the GBAtemp logo!"
Susan nodded, causing the controller's buttons on her face to click a little, and her uniform's buttons to sway a little.
After a little exploration in the forums, we found that the cure is to post 500 different topics, and then the face plate would fall off, and she'd go back to normal.
So, Dear Santa, we spent Christmas Eve brainstorming topics, and drinking Monster energy drinks, lit by the glare of our laptops. I think I can say we deserve our christmas presents this year...
My Graphic: (Capsule toy of Pikachu dressed up as GBA Temp's mascot)
*Update: I keep humming "All the Men in My Life Keep Getting Killed by Kandarin Demons" from the Evil Dead musical. My girlfriend keeps wanting to murder me.
