Suzy’s Strange Saga

"And Suzy is the winner of the world cucumber eating championship! Let's all hear it for our little blonde small town girl!" The announcer shouts which is followed by a roaring crowd.

Not even feeling full, you wipe away the ranch dressing on your lips, graciously stand up and bow for your adoring fans. The Minotaur on your right looks at you in disbelief and then turns away to puke in a trough.

Meanwhile the little Asian satyr on your left just shakes his head wondering how the hell you could've beaten him.

"I don't understand it...all my training. I glanced over at you during the contest...you...you were barely even chewing! How?" He asks.
"Oh just natural talent at swallowing cucumbers I suppose." You reply humbly and wink at the audience, which continues to praise you.

While you're blowing kisses at your fans, you suddenly get a feeling you’ve done something like this before. In fact you remember you HAVE participated in similar contests and you can’t help but think there’s some sort of connection with what you’ve been eating at these things.

Suddenly a hand touches your shoulder and you spin around to see a woman with long raven colored hair and a low cut black gown. It’s Bobby’s grandmother. This time she’s a little older and she still doesn’t look too impressed with you.

“Yeah that’s great you got a skill and its real obvious that’s one of the things Bobby loves about you because men in general tend to make their most important decisions with their dicks.” She says to you.
“Excuse me?” you reply.
“To be honest I’m not even too sure about him, but nobody appears to have the ambition to stand up to him or are otherwise too much in love with him. That’s Diana’s problem right there. Anyway, MAYBE there is more to you than meets the eye. You might just meet Misty yet.”
“Okay who the hell is Misty?” you ask.
“Sheesh, you really are slow on the uptake there blondie. Well maybe you’ll get it, maybe you won’t. I don’t give a shit either way. Off you go then.” Bobby’s grandmother at this point snaps her fingers and at this point the Minotaur grabs your upper body and the satyr grabs your legs while the audience cheers them on.

You attempt to struggle without success, then a giant hole in the ground between the stage and the audience opens up. A swirling black void appears at the bottom. Without another word, you are tossed in which is followed by your screaming, the audience’s cheering and Bobby’s grandmother laughing.

You fall and eventually the light from above grows dimmer until you are enveloped in complete darkness.

Then you wake up suddenly with one of your hands tightly clutching to the side of the bed.

“No! Huh? Shit! Oh. Good. Not falling. Fucking bitch.” You incoherently mumble, which is heard by Bobby who is in the room getting dressed.
“You okay over there?” he asks.
“Hrm? Oh. Nothing. Just another fucked up dream. What’s going on?” you ask rubbing your eyes.
“Nothing much, just some more of my family showed up here in the middle of the night. I was just about to wake you up to finally have you come meet everyone properly. Now I know you probably don’t really want to but…”
“Yeah, whatever let’s do it.” You interrupt and get out of bed.
“Wow, I didn’t expect you to be so accommodating so quickly.”
“Don’t have much of choice now do I? I mean I’m going to have to get along with all these people. Better I make my good impressions as soon as possible before Diana starts spreading lies about me.”
“Suzy, I wouldn’t worry about…”
“Have you spoken to her yet?” you interrupt again.
“Well no.”
“Well until you do and lay down the fucking law, I’m going to assume she’s already caused a shitload of damage.”

Bobby stops dressing for a moment.

“Suzy, what’s wrong? I thought we were good with our talk yesterday.”
“WE are good. Diana and me though? Never will be and something is going to have to be done about it.”
“Suzy, I TOLD you I’d fucking talk to her alright?”
“Yeah, we’ll see.” You say and close the bathroom door.

As you wash up, you wonder if you were unnecessarily bitchy with Bobby, but then you think no you weren’t. You have a legitimate gripe against a woman who is trying to kill you and he’s SUPPOSED to be doing something about it. Honestly at this point you wish he’d do more than talk, but you suppose that’s wishful thinking.

That dream really put you in a bad mood.

Especially since you’ve had it three times now and it always ends with you getting fucked up in some way. Not to mention Bobby’s grandmother has started appearing in them. You’ve never been one to believe in the supernatural, but the dream shit is really starting to get too weird for you to ignore as just your subconscious in play. You’re starting to wonder if Bobby’s grandmother is mocking you from beyond the grave and one thing you don’t need right now is yet another Morningstar woman on your case.

On top of all that, you still ache from yesterday’s fight, but the hot shower at least feels good.

After leaving the bathroom you get dressed. Bobby is still in the bedroom waiting for you. He doesn’t say much, but that’s probably because he’s trying to avoid an argument just before the pair of you are supposed to be “formally” meeting his people.

“Okay, I’m ready.” You say when you finish getting dressed, Bobby nods and the pair of you leave the room.

Bobby finally speaks to you again as you walk and talk, though you’re mostly just listening to him going on about the other family members you haven’t met yet and how to best handle them. To be honest, you’ve already made up your mind that you’re going to treat them how they treat you.

Eventually you get to the large living area where you see familiar faces along with unknown ones. William sits in a large comfy looking chair and nods at you, taking a drink. You see that Brandon guy with a slightly chubby woman, you’re guessing that’s his wife Veronica. They both greet you, but nothing more than that.

You also see three new people who are more of Bobby’s cousins. They all introduce themselves, but much like Brandon and Veronica, they don’t do much more than that. You don’t get the impression any of this is personal either. Aaron doesn’t seem like he wants to be here at all. Ronald and Denise look more interested in each other than anyone else at the moment.

You then see Helen again who looks like she has her hands full with several boys and girls. She still manages to wave hi to you though. The kids themselves look at you, but seem to be pre-occupied with bickering with each other.

“How many of those are your siblings again?” you whisper to Bobby.
“Oh just the three. The oldest boy there Jordan and the twins Aiden and Nadia. The other half are Brandon and his wife’s kids.” He answers.
“Um, shouldn’t they be looking after them then?”
“I’m sure they do all the time and are just taking advantage of the extra support system they have now. I mean they trust Helen to look after them and Helen said she was happy to do it. Besides, everyone is family here so it hardly matters who is looking after them directly.”

While you haven’t known these people long, you know Helen’s personality well enough that she’d agree to anything since she seems to be the family doormat.

You don’t see Diana, but someone mentions she’s in the kitchen making food for everyone.

“Okay, I’m going to go do this now, because I don’t want to do it later. I’m going to go speak with Diana and straighten everything out and make it clear there is to be no more dissension in the family today.”
“Hm, while you’re at it make sure she’s not putting rat poison in my food.” You remark.

Bobby heads into the kitchen leaving you alone with the rest of his family. Having little else to do, you make the attempt to be social.

Brandon and Veronica are more talkative than the rest. They ask you a few questions and you answer. They don’t seem to really care too much about you though. As far as they’re concerned it isn’t their place to disapprove of you even if you caused such a negative reaction in them, which apparently you don’t.

You almost get the impression they find you more boring than anything else, which unfortunately due to your basement dwelling past might very well be a fair assessment. But you’ll take apathy because it’s better than hatred.

Bobby’s other cousins are more of a mixed bag. Aaron barely speaks to you at all and he’s pretty snappish when he does. He seems like he’s a pent up ball of nerves since he’s tapping his foot and moving one of his hands the entire time. In fact the more of an effort that you try to speak to him, the more hostile he starts to look. The moment you get the feeling of his eyes burning a hole in you the more you decide to move on.

By the time you get to Ronald and Denise, they’re making out, so you don’t even bother.

Which leaves you with William and Helen, the latter of which has already left the room with all the little kids of this family presumably to be out of the way as usual. William on the other hand is still relaxing in a chair at the far end of the room and watching something on TV.

Well at least you know those two are friendly with you.