Reunion
You decide that you should stick around. It is a reunion afterall, and it's not like anyone left it to you to decide who needed invited.
Besides, you're invisible, if you don't feel like being sociable, you can just be all quiet and they'll think you left. Ha! Being invisible has it's more advantages than just being able to sneak into changing rooms and womens showers afterall!
"Hello, Invisible Man," the little blonde girl with the glowing eyes says to you.
"How did you know I was here?" You say, a little shocked.
"It's not often that beer mugs levitate of thier own accord," She says smugly, the little bitch. The three children around her laugh at the stupidity behind your question.
The fucking children of the damned are a smug bunch of little shits.
"I heard they remaid your movie with actors," You say. If they can be assholes, then damn it, so can you.
Not missing a beat, they counter your remark like the super intelligent arrogant fuckers that they are; "I heard they were going to remake your movie," The girl begins.
"But realised that no one would want to see that drivel," one of the boys finishes.
"Bastards," you say. They have no response to this, as they are in fact bastards with alien fathers.
Thier eyes begin to glow and they look at you, but you just turn to the side and avoid thier gaze. Fucking wankers just can't take it when someone gets the best of them.
Eventualy they give up on attempting to mentaly attack you, it seems they can't get you if they can't meet your eyes. They walk away in unison to the table around the Mummy and talk amongst themselves about whatever it is that alien halfbreeded freaks talk about between one another.
You drink at you beer and start to walk over to the Wolfman, who slaps a hand against the side of his face. "Yeah!" He says, "I got him!"
"Got who?" The Creature from the Black Lagoon asks.
"This fucking fly has been buzzing in my ear all night," he says, "It's been driving me nuts."
Dracula's mouth drops open, Frankenstein smacks himself in the forehead.
"What?" Wolfman asks of them.
"Do you realize vhat you may have done?" Dracula inquires incredulously.
"Yeah," Wolfman replies, "I got that fucking thing to leave me the fuck alone now and forever."
"Vhat if it vas the Fly, Volfman?" the campire lord asks.
Wolfman's eyes go wide. "Oh shit," he says, "you don't think it was do you?"
"How the hell vould ve know?" Dracula replies.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggg," says Frankenstein.
"You know what?" Wolfman says, "That mother fucker knows he's a fucking fly. If that was him, then he shouldn't have been buzzing around in my fucking ear all night."
"Perhaps he was attempting to communicate with you," the Creature from the Black Lagoon suggests.
"Fuck him," says the Wolfman.
The other monsters shake their heads in disbelief.
You stand there unsure as to whether you should mourn the loss of the Fly, or assume that the pest was a typical insect that was in no way related to your silver screen freind of old. You take down the rest of your ale in a few quick gulps.
Your head is starting to swim under the rapid consumption of alcohol in which you have partaken.
You start walking back to the table to see if you can convince someone to get you another mug when you feel something sticky brush against your leg.
You look down to see the Blob nuzzling up against your leg. How it found you is beyond your understanding, but then you realise that because he has no eyes or ears, you would be just as visable to it as anyone else would be.
Besides, you're invisible, if you don't feel like being sociable, you can just be all quiet and they'll think you left. Ha! Being invisible has it's more advantages than just being able to sneak into changing rooms and womens showers afterall!
"Hello, Invisible Man," the little blonde girl with the glowing eyes says to you.
"How did you know I was here?" You say, a little shocked.
"It's not often that beer mugs levitate of thier own accord," She says smugly, the little bitch. The three children around her laugh at the stupidity behind your question.
The fucking children of the damned are a smug bunch of little shits.
"I heard they remaid your movie with actors," You say. If they can be assholes, then damn it, so can you.
Not missing a beat, they counter your remark like the super intelligent arrogant fuckers that they are; "I heard they were going to remake your movie," The girl begins.
"But realised that no one would want to see that drivel," one of the boys finishes.
"Bastards," you say. They have no response to this, as they are in fact bastards with alien fathers.
Thier eyes begin to glow and they look at you, but you just turn to the side and avoid thier gaze. Fucking wankers just can't take it when someone gets the best of them.
Eventualy they give up on attempting to mentaly attack you, it seems they can't get you if they can't meet your eyes. They walk away in unison to the table around the Mummy and talk amongst themselves about whatever it is that alien halfbreeded freaks talk about between one another.
You drink at you beer and start to walk over to the Wolfman, who slaps a hand against the side of his face. "Yeah!" He says, "I got him!"
"Got who?" The Creature from the Black Lagoon asks.
"This fucking fly has been buzzing in my ear all night," he says, "It's been driving me nuts."
Dracula's mouth drops open, Frankenstein smacks himself in the forehead.
"What?" Wolfman asks of them.
"Do you realize vhat you may have done?" Dracula inquires incredulously.
"Yeah," Wolfman replies, "I got that fucking thing to leave me the fuck alone now and forever."
"Vhat if it vas the Fly, Volfman?" the campire lord asks.
Wolfman's eyes go wide. "Oh shit," he says, "you don't think it was do you?"
"How the hell vould ve know?" Dracula replies.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggg," says Frankenstein.
"You know what?" Wolfman says, "That mother fucker knows he's a fucking fly. If that was him, then he shouldn't have been buzzing around in my fucking ear all night."
"Perhaps he was attempting to communicate with you," the Creature from the Black Lagoon suggests.
"Fuck him," says the Wolfman.
The other monsters shake their heads in disbelief.
You stand there unsure as to whether you should mourn the loss of the Fly, or assume that the pest was a typical insect that was in no way related to your silver screen freind of old. You take down the rest of your ale in a few quick gulps.
Your head is starting to swim under the rapid consumption of alcohol in which you have partaken.
You start walking back to the table to see if you can convince someone to get you another mug when you feel something sticky brush against your leg.
You look down to see the Blob nuzzling up against your leg. How it found you is beyond your understanding, but then you realise that because he has no eyes or ears, you would be just as visable to it as anyone else would be.