Reunion
You make your way over to the bar where the four blond children are attempting to order some mixed drinks.
"I'm sorry," the bartender says to them, shaking his head, "I just can't serve you guys. You're too young."
You watch in horror as the children's eyes begin to glow and they stare at the man intently together. The bartender clutches at the sides of his skull and falls to the ground writhing in pain and screaming until his voice goes hoarse.
Eventually they stop and the man gets back to his feet to get them their drinks, looking over his shoulder at them fearfully. It takes a minute but you recognize them. They were one of the few silver screen movie monster stars that Abbot and Costello didn't ask to do a film with, and for obvious reasons. They were the children of the Damned. Hollywood did them one up by hiring a new bunch of actors/actresses to do their roles. You imagine they were rather upset by this.
"Hey kids!" You say. They turn in your direction as one. God damn it, if they weren't an eerie bunch. And that says allot considering that you hang out with Dracula and the Wolfman on a semi-regular basis.
"Invisible man-," One of them begins.
"So good to see you." A second answers.
"You are doing well, we hope?" A third asks.
"Yeah," you reply, "I'm all right. You can see me?" You ask.
"It is-" one of them begins to answer.
"An expression." Another finishes.
Talking to them has always been a bit uncomfortable. "Okay," You say, "See you later." You leave their company and head back to the table.
"Those kids are fucking weird." You say under your breath to the Creature from the Black Lagoon.
"Don't say that too loud, Invisible. I am sure they would take great pleasure in bringing you to your knees." He replies.
"I'll just hide, dude." You say. "Hiding is easy when you're invisible."
"I would imagine so." The Creature from the Black Lagoon responds.
The Wolfman comes back with your drink which he sets on the table. "Invisible!" He yells a little. "Your drink is here."
You thank him, which startles him a bit, and lift your pint glass, sipping some of the foam from the top.
"Those damned Village of the Damned kids are here." Wolfman says in a low growl. "I can't fucking stand them."
"They got in? Vhat kind of a bar lets minors in?" Dracula says, a little shocked.
"You think that's bad?" Mrs. Frankenstein says, pointing to the door. "Look who else just showed up."
You look in the direction she indicated and see your least favorite star of the silver screen monster era.
"Great," You say aloud, "The Blob."
"Ah, the blob ain't so bad." Dracula says.
You're kidding, right?!" You say, "The Blob sucks balls. He just sits there! He doesn't say anything or do anything. He's just there... Consuming shit and taking up space. I fucking hate the blob. He ruins everything."
You can't count the amount of parties that had to end early because of the Blob and his stupid presence.
You're tempted to leave right now so that you don't have to interact with that stupid fucking shapeless mass. In fact, that doesn't seem like a bad idea at all. You look to the door and realize that once the Blob moves his fat, gooey ass out from in front of the door, you can easily leave. It's almost not worth hanging around if the Children of the Damned and the Blob are going to be here. You look to the bar and see that the Children of the Damned are making their way over to the table.
Are you going to stick around for this bullshit?
"I'm sorry," the bartender says to them, shaking his head, "I just can't serve you guys. You're too young."
You watch in horror as the children's eyes begin to glow and they stare at the man intently together. The bartender clutches at the sides of his skull and falls to the ground writhing in pain and screaming until his voice goes hoarse.
Eventually they stop and the man gets back to his feet to get them their drinks, looking over his shoulder at them fearfully. It takes a minute but you recognize them. They were one of the few silver screen movie monster stars that Abbot and Costello didn't ask to do a film with, and for obvious reasons. They were the children of the Damned. Hollywood did them one up by hiring a new bunch of actors/actresses to do their roles. You imagine they were rather upset by this.
"Hey kids!" You say. They turn in your direction as one. God damn it, if they weren't an eerie bunch. And that says allot considering that you hang out with Dracula and the Wolfman on a semi-regular basis.
"Invisible man-," One of them begins.
"So good to see you." A second answers.
"You are doing well, we hope?" A third asks.
"Yeah," you reply, "I'm all right. You can see me?" You ask.
"It is-" one of them begins to answer.
"An expression." Another finishes.
Talking to them has always been a bit uncomfortable. "Okay," You say, "See you later." You leave their company and head back to the table.
"Those kids are fucking weird." You say under your breath to the Creature from the Black Lagoon.
"Don't say that too loud, Invisible. I am sure they would take great pleasure in bringing you to your knees." He replies.
"I'll just hide, dude." You say. "Hiding is easy when you're invisible."
"I would imagine so." The Creature from the Black Lagoon responds.
The Wolfman comes back with your drink which he sets on the table. "Invisible!" He yells a little. "Your drink is here."
You thank him, which startles him a bit, and lift your pint glass, sipping some of the foam from the top.
"Those damned Village of the Damned kids are here." Wolfman says in a low growl. "I can't fucking stand them."
"They got in? Vhat kind of a bar lets minors in?" Dracula says, a little shocked.
"You think that's bad?" Mrs. Frankenstein says, pointing to the door. "Look who else just showed up."
You look in the direction she indicated and see your least favorite star of the silver screen monster era.
"Great," You say aloud, "The Blob."
"Ah, the blob ain't so bad." Dracula says.
You're kidding, right?!" You say, "The Blob sucks balls. He just sits there! He doesn't say anything or do anything. He's just there... Consuming shit and taking up space. I fucking hate the blob. He ruins everything."
You can't count the amount of parties that had to end early because of the Blob and his stupid presence.
You're tempted to leave right now so that you don't have to interact with that stupid fucking shapeless mass. In fact, that doesn't seem like a bad idea at all. You look to the door and realize that once the Blob moves his fat, gooey ass out from in front of the door, you can easily leave. It's almost not worth hanging around if the Children of the Damned and the Blob are going to be here. You look to the bar and see that the Children of the Damned are making their way over to the table.
Are you going to stick around for this bullshit?