Reunion
You stand up and make your way over to the unconscious form of your mummified friend. He organized everything, and he really ought to be spending time with his old friends.
You reach his side and give him a little shake. "Hey Mummy," you say, "Wake up, man."
He doesn't stir, doesn't move, doesn't even make a noise. A cold lump of fear drops into your stomach, and you shake him again. "Mummy!" You shout next to his ear. "Wake up!"
He doesn't react. You roll him onto his side and see foam spilling from his mouth from between his wrap. You fall back a few steps and cover your mouth with your hand. The mummy is dead.
Dracula returns with two beers, he sets one on the table where you were sitting. "Here you go," he says.
You walk up behind him and call out hid name. "Dracula." He jumps up in the air, his bones nearly coming free from his skin.
"Don't do that to me!" He says. "You are such an asshole, Invisible!"
"I think the Mummy is dead." You say.
"Of course he is," he replies, "He's been like that for hundreds of years. They don't exactly mummify the living, you know?"
"No," you say, "I mean he's dead."
If the vampires face could pale any more than it already is, you're certain that he would be transparent. His mouth drops open and his eyes go wide with shock, as he takes a half dozen steps back. "Vhat...?" He said in that state of shock where you completely understand what is happening, but refuse to believe it.
Just then the other monsters return from smoking outside. They walk over to Dracula and take their seats.
"What's with you, Drac?" The Wolfman asks.
"The Mummy...," He says.
"Yeah," Wolfman replies, pointing to the form of the Mummy. "He's unconscious on the table over there."
"He's dead." You say.
"Yeah." Wolfman says. "That's how he became a monster in the first place."
"No," You interject. "He's dead."
Wolfman takes a hard swallow. "Someone call 911," he says.
Frankenstein whips out a cellular phone and dials the numbers. "Nnnnnnnnnnng!" He says. "Nnnnnnnnnnng! NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!! NNNNNNNG! Unnnnnnngggg!!" Then a pause. "NNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGG! Uuuuunnnnnng!! Unnnnnnnnnnn! Nnnnnnnnnnng-nnnnnnggg-unnnnnngg!!"
Frankenstein waves his hands in the air fanatically as he attempts to communicate with the operator. "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!! Unnnnnnnga-unnnnnnga!!"
Mrs. Frankenstein rips the phone from his hand. "Oh for Christ's sake, give me that thing." She places the phone to her ear and tells the operator that there is "a dead body in the Monster Lounge".
The ambulance arrives some twenty long minutes later. Everything happens like in one of those movies where they just rush the body away while some song dubs over all of the noises and voices of the bystanders.
A couple of days later, you read in the paper that the Mummy died from a drug overdose. The obituary claimed that he had originally died some 1500 years ago. Somehow, they said, his body continued to roam the earth until it encountered a substance known as MDMA, which his body was not able to handle in the dose he had taken after mixing with alcohol.
It was a sad way for the reunion to end.
You wonder if anyone will try to organize another get together ever again with your group...
You reach his side and give him a little shake. "Hey Mummy," you say, "Wake up, man."
He doesn't stir, doesn't move, doesn't even make a noise. A cold lump of fear drops into your stomach, and you shake him again. "Mummy!" You shout next to his ear. "Wake up!"
He doesn't react. You roll him onto his side and see foam spilling from his mouth from between his wrap. You fall back a few steps and cover your mouth with your hand. The mummy is dead.
Dracula returns with two beers, he sets one on the table where you were sitting. "Here you go," he says.
You walk up behind him and call out hid name. "Dracula." He jumps up in the air, his bones nearly coming free from his skin.
"Don't do that to me!" He says. "You are such an asshole, Invisible!"
"I think the Mummy is dead." You say.
"Of course he is," he replies, "He's been like that for hundreds of years. They don't exactly mummify the living, you know?"
"No," you say, "I mean he's dead."
If the vampires face could pale any more than it already is, you're certain that he would be transparent. His mouth drops open and his eyes go wide with shock, as he takes a half dozen steps back. "Vhat...?" He said in that state of shock where you completely understand what is happening, but refuse to believe it.
Just then the other monsters return from smoking outside. They walk over to Dracula and take their seats.
"What's with you, Drac?" The Wolfman asks.
"The Mummy...," He says.
"Yeah," Wolfman replies, pointing to the form of the Mummy. "He's unconscious on the table over there."
"He's dead." You say.
"Yeah." Wolfman says. "That's how he became a monster in the first place."
"No," You interject. "He's dead."
Wolfman takes a hard swallow. "Someone call 911," he says.
Frankenstein whips out a cellular phone and dials the numbers. "Nnnnnnnnnnng!" He says. "Nnnnnnnnnnng! NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!! NNNNNNNG! Unnnnnnngggg!!" Then a pause. "NNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGG! Uuuuunnnnnng!! Unnnnnnnnnnn! Nnnnnnnnnnng-nnnnnnggg-unnnnnngg!!"
Frankenstein waves his hands in the air fanatically as he attempts to communicate with the operator. "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!! Unnnnnnnga-unnnnnnga!!"
Mrs. Frankenstein rips the phone from his hand. "Oh for Christ's sake, give me that thing." She places the phone to her ear and tells the operator that there is "a dead body in the Monster Lounge".
The ambulance arrives some twenty long minutes later. Everything happens like in one of those movies where they just rush the body away while some song dubs over all of the noises and voices of the bystanders.
A couple of days later, you read in the paper that the Mummy died from a drug overdose. The obituary claimed that he had originally died some 1500 years ago. Somehow, they said, his body continued to roam the earth until it encountered a substance known as MDMA, which his body was not able to handle in the dose he had taken after mixing with alcohol.
It was a sad way for the reunion to end.
You wonder if anyone will try to organize another get together ever again with your group...
