Mo's Stories

[Mo]

Here, I'll be posting my writings-- both original and fanfiction-- for all you wonderful people to read. ^^

This one is a little something I wrote just a few minutes ago. It concerns my characters Toby and Cory, and whether or not this will be canon or just a springboard for a different plot isn't clear yet.
Oh well. Whatever the case, I really put my emotions and heart into this (since I can really relate to some of this), and I'm proud of it, so here you are! Read and enjoy! ^^

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The Chance

There was once a chance I didn’t take.
The chance… to keep him.

…I didn’t want any of this. All I wanted was someone I could love. Someone who cared, who understood. I’d always wanted those things, and I was close— oh so close. But then the floor was ripped out from under me. I haven’t found my feet since.

Love hurts. One wonders why it’s worth the trouble.

I’d met him online. Not a smart decision, I know… but I just don’t know… there was something about him that was so… attractive. I was so drunk with lust for him that I barely realized how dangerous this was.
I’m gay. I always have been. It’s not that fun, hiding how you feel for fear of the social stigma and hate that goes with it. I only told one person about it— Toby, my best friend. He accepted it for what it was. Not once did he scoff at me or act uncomfortable about it.
The internet might seem like a hazardous land mine, and in ways it is. But then you find some sanctuary among all these ridiculous and dangerous sites. This was one of those places… at least to me it was. It was just a casual chat board, nothing fancy about it. Just a place to talk. I was hesitant to share much about myself at first, but gradually, as I trusted more people, I knew they weren’t some pedophile hiding behind the screen and told them a little bit of this and that.
Then he showed up.

…
How do I explain?

It sounds sappy, but… everything just felt right. I wanted to meet him so badly…
Maybe it was just me being a teenager, love at first sight and all that sappy crap, but… I don’t know.
The way he talked (typed, really), the way he acted… even the photos he sent were absolutely stunning.
…Matt, that was his name. Matt.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him…

I realize now that the way I felt was not love… but just obsession. Lust. Love is a two-way street. And I didn’t know what to expect from him.

Still, I wanted to meet him in person, beyond the pixels on the screen. So I asked where he lived. As is the whimsy of fate, he lived in the town about 60 miles away from us. And he happily agreed to get together.

I remember that day so painfully clear.

Toby drove me up there, having just got his driver’s license. I was nervous about that, of course, but he was so level-headed that he was just as good of a driver as any adult driving on the road.
We decided to meet halfway at a tiny state park and just… talk. Seeing as that was what we were best at.
He wasn’t there for a while after we arrived, and I remember sitting there on the bench with Toby almost in panic. My heart was beating so furiously I swore it would burst. I quivered under the stress, and my stomach pinched and rolled in my worry.
And finally he came.
…He was every bit as handsome as I imagined as he would be, and more. Slim but not skinny, auburn red hair done just so, the most beautiful freckles I’d ever seen on anyone… and those eyes, those beautiful green eyes…
He was a little different than his internet persona, but it was a change for the better. He was really friendly, and let me talk without interrupting me. Even Toby admitted he was a good guy, and we all talked together about absolutely everything and absolutely nothing.
Those few hours were total bliss.
But such euphoria never lasts.

I still remember that last conversation between the two of us…
“Hey, Matt.”
“Hm?”
I hesitated, and felt my face start to flush. “I’ve been wanting to tell you something, uh, for a while.”
He arched his thin red eyebrows and his steely green eyes lit up. “What is it?”
I didn’t say anything for a while. Toby thankfully kept quiet, but gave me a knowing look that clearly said ‘do what you need to do’.
Matt’s face grew solemn. “What is it?” he asked again, an edge of worry in his voice.
I took a deep breath. And finally I said it.
“I love you.”

The world ground to a halt. Everything went silent for countless moments. Matt just stared blankly, showing no emotion but mild shock on his face. Toby’s eyes darted between the two of us. I must have looked pathetic.
Then finally, Matt gave an awkward chuckle. “You’re kidding, right?”
I still couldn’t tell what he was thinking. “…Would I ever lie to you?”
Matt’s face then went through a slow metamorphosis of emotions. First is was dull surprise, then confusion, then utter horror. Right then I knew things would only go downhill from this point on.
“…No. Oh god… I can’t believe this is happening…”
I sighed, not bearing to look at his face anymore. I couldn’t believe it either. I thought… I’d thought…
“What were you thinking?!” Matt asked, his voice tight.
…What was I thinking? Stupid. I’d jumped to conclusions. I’d jumped to conclusions way too fast. I didn’t even consider he wouldn’t swing that way…
“Did you honestly think I would like you back?”
Now I looked up at him. His face was a terrible mixture of anger, revulsion, and perplexity. Not like I’d expected. I couldn’t even think of picking up the pieces now. I felt tears of humiliation sting my eyes, but thankfully I had enough control to hold them back. I didn’t say anything, hoping that my look alone would get the message across.
It did.
Matt sighed, shaking his head. “…This is insane… I never even…”
I felt like the whole world was mocking me then. Except for Toby. He just shot me a sympathetic glance, and that was a small comfort, at least.
“…No. I just… no.”
Matt looked at me again, a hard look on his face. “We’re done. I can’t believe I trusted you… you sick faggot.”
He stood up and left, fists balled tight and an embarrassed but furious glare set on his face. That was the last time I ever saw him.
You sick faggot…
That right there… that was like a huge chainsaw ripped right through my whole body. The ultimate insult, the ultimate failure.
I could only stare longingly as Matt stepped out of my life. I wanted to hold him… and touch him… be the one who would protect him… maybe not as a lover… but as a friend.
But no.
That chance was gone.
Shot.
He didn’t even give me a chance.
Toby placed a hand on my shoulder and patted it softly, a truly empathetic frown on his face. “I’m so sorry, Cory…”
“…It’s fine…”
I wish.
Why did I have to ruin everything…?
“…Let’s go back home.”
We did.
I ruined my only chance. And now it was gone forever.
…So now what do I do…?

[Mo]

Another original story. This little number is... kind of in correlation with another one of my original story, but this isn't exactly canon. Not really. I don't know.
Whatever it is, it was fun to write. Long, but fun.
...I'm having fun with those writing prompts, as you can tell.

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Silence

They had nothing to say to each other.
That could have been, of course, because one of the two was dead.
Aiden sat there, dead-eyed and blank like a pretty porcelain doll collecting dust on a shelf. He felt a vague sensation of throbbing right behind his eye, but he paid no heed to it. He didn’t have any energy left. No more fight left. He’d let himself wither away into a pathetic little rag doll… and for what?
He didn’t know the answer.
He didn’t know anything.
…He didn’t even think of the question. He thought of nothing… absolutely nothing.
Psychiatry had claimed another victim.
Aiden lay practically half-dead in his room. All his personality gone… any elaborate schemes he may have been plotting gone… any detailed thought process gone…
Aiden was gone.
Now he was just a number. 2789, to be exact.
The mental asylum had successfully terminated Aiden Hicks and Colin Reed from existence. He would never hurt or kill anyone ever again.
A depressing end for the manipulative youth.
One would wonder why he hadn’t ended it then, as he was only a shell of himself, just a living puppet. Simply put, it never crossed his mind. His doctors made certain of that.
And now all he was… was a lifeless, dead-eyed drone. A pawn.
Nothing.
And he was completely useless to do anything about it.

Jay… or, rather, Jay’s ghost-- observed Aiden from the threshold of the door that lay ajar. Invisible to any curious eyes, Jay was free to just watch him.
Aiden just lay there, looking like a mannequin… it was frightening. He would have given anything to see Aiden smile, even if it was completely fake… hell, even a haughty sneer would have been better than… this.
He would have been crying were he still alive.
Even if this monster-- former monster-- had ruined him, broken his heart, and driven him to suicide, it pained him immensely to see him go to waste in such a horrible way. To see his pretty face cold… hard…
Slowly, ever so slowly, Jay drifted to… what was he? A fake friend? An enemy? His killer?
An unrequited love?
Jay reached out to the russet-haired boy. Of course, there was no visible manifestation, but his cold, translucent spirit reached through the boy. Jay wondered if he would even notice.

He did.
Aiden shuddered at the sudden cold that overcame him. Naturally. His mind did not fully register the reaction nor the stimuli, but nevertheless his body reacted accordingly.
He almost felt some sort of presence next to him… it was not something his mind dwelled on for more than a moment, but it was there. Jay was there… though Aiden could not recall the feeling, nor even know the dead boy by name.

Jay still stood over Aiden, a horrible, horrible sorrow welling over him. If only he could see now. He didn’t know what those doctors did to him, but Jay knew Aiden wouldn’t ever be the same… no way to redeem himself, if he even could, no way to explain. Just glassy gray eyes staring into nowhere.
He wanted to talk to him. Even if he wouldn’t listen, he had to say something.
Could he though?
There was only one way to find out.

“Aiden…”

Aiden.
…What was that? A name? He had no name. He’d never had a name. What was a name?
A name was something he didn’t have.
But yet, it sounded so familiar…
Aiden blinked once. Twice.
…A name.
A name.
Was it… his name?
It couldn’t be. He had no name. He was… what was he?
It didn’t matter, he pushed the thought aside. It was a name, but not his.

“Aiden. It’s Jay.”

More names. More names he didn’t know… but yet he did know.
His damaged mind could not get far beyond the simple thought that it was all vaguely familiar. It wouldn’t let him analyze the name. Names.
Thrice he blinked, and yet still no visible reaction.

“Aiden… please… if you can hear me, say something.”

…Say something? Say what? Why should he?
What was talking? Did he talk? No, he never had. Talking was what the doctors did. Was that a doctor talking now? It couldn’t be, only he was here. Alone. No doctors.
Then what was that voice?
…Say something.
And so he did.

“…Name…”

Jay was confused by Aiden’s response, but not disappointed. That meant he heard him!
Maybe Aiden had a little hope. Maybe the doctors didn’t fry his brain all the way.

“Aiden. Are you all right?”

All right?
…What did that mean? All… all of what? Right… what was right?
And that name again. That word. Word… what was a word?

“…Word…”

Jay was concerned. Aiden still wasn’t right. He had no idea what Aiden was trying to say.
Still… maybe he would talk more.

“You… you… do you know who I am?”

You. Was that him?
But who was there?
…Who was it…?

“…Who…?”

“Jay. I’m Jay. Do you remember?”

…
Jay…
Jay.
Jay?

“…Jay?”

“Yes! Jay! Do you remember me?”

…Jay…
…Did he remember?
No.
Yes.
…Maybe…

“…Jay…”

“…Oh, Aiden… what did they do to you…?”

Do? To… you?
Do what?

“…Do…?”

Jay would have shook his head were he not just a cold spirit. This was so sad. Aiden… it wasn’t like him… the doctors must have done what they’d wanted.
…But at least he understood. Could speak. Could question. Could feel… if only a small bit of what he could before.

“Aiden. You killed me. Not directly. But you killed me. You hurt me, Aiden… but… I…”

Kill.
The word struck a deep, horrible chord inside of Aiden. His half-closed eyes widened a very tiny bit, only the sharp-sighted would notice. His stomach instinctively clenched, and he was confused by the reaction.
Kill…?
Kill?
…Kill.
Kill. Kill him?
Kill him.
KILL HIM.
…Kill who?

“…Kill… who…?”

“Me, Aiden. I killed… myself… but you were the reason I did it.”

At first Aiden did not understand.
But then the horror slowly dawned upon him.

“…K-kill… you…? Jay…?”

“..Yes.”

Aiden was not supposed to feel fear. Or guilt. He was supposed to feel nothing.
But he felt it.
And he could say absolutely nothing.

Jay suddenly grew angry. At Aiden, at himself… it was his fault. It was all his fault. He betrayed him, he lied… he wasn’t the Aiden Jay thought he was. And now that Aiden was gone.

“…And I hope you die knowing that.”

With that, Jay drifted away from Aiden.
He left him sitting there, stewing in his own guilt.
…He wasn’t supposed to think. Was only supposed to follow.
But he thought.
And Aiden would be punished accordingly.
He would die knowing that, just as Jay wanted.
…Without a name.
With nothing to say to each other.

[Mo]

Angenette oneshot.
It's kind of cheesy, and not written very well, but I still have some pretty bad writer's block, and all my things come out slightly awkward when I'm fighting off the dreaded block.
Either way, though, I'm sure it's still good enough for you guys to enjoy XD

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Family

A lonely whimper came from the stairwell. There, laying next to the great stained-glass window, which shone a lustrous bright red in the dusky sunset, lay Annette. Her fluffy ears, which she had now grown into now that she was becoming a young lady, were draped out over the floor like great caramel tassels. Her dark brown eyes simply stared at the carpet, tracing wisps of thin lines in the patterns of the carpet.
There was only one thing on her mind.
…Angel.
She loved that cream-furred, blue-eyed street dog-- former street dog, as nobody would let her forget. She was a good sister to her. She was a good sister to all of them.
…But… there was more to it than that…
Annette’s claws unsheathed a bit at the though, eyes clamping shut in shame.
She...She really…
…
She really loved her. More than just a sister.
Her carefree attitude, her courageous heart, the texture of that fluffy golden fur, the way her tail curled, the shape of her ears, the way the light caught in her eyes…
A little writhe twisted itself through Annette’s body, making her shudder with suppressed ecstasy at the thought of the Pomeranian. Inwardly, she scolded herself for feeling such disgusting things.
Stupid sexy Angel! She moaned to herself. Why did I ever have to realize that I love you…?
Her brow furrowed. Poor confused cocker denied her lust for her adopted sister. No, I don’t love her. We’re just sisters. That’s all. It’s a strong, platonic bond.
…Was it really just that, though…?
“Annie?”
Young lady lifted her muzzle from the carpet and turned her head to see Colette climbing slowly up the stairway.
“Are… you all right..?”
The dreaded question. Annette simply laid her head back down and tried to pretend that her older sister wasn’t there. It was all she could do to avoid the answer for as long as she could. Colette padded up beside her younger sister slowly, lowering her head a bit so that her long, feathery ears brushed the carpet. However, she said nothing. She seemed to scrutinize the blue-collared cocker for a few moments before sitting softly on her haunches.
There were a few minutes of agonizing silence.
“You can tell me anything, you know.”
Annette gave a quivering sigh, a blush blooming under her eyelids. “You wouldn’t understand, Colette.”
“And what makes you think that?”
Annette didn’t give an answer, blush steadily growing and her body trembling with discomfort.
“If it’s a secret, you know I’ll keep it. I hate to see you sad like this, Annette. Just tell me what’s wrong.”
Annette gave a pitiful sigh. “If you want me to be honest… I… I-I… ah… I…”
“Yes?”
“I… I love… I love Angel!”
Her voice cracked and tears stung the corners of her eyes. She lowered her head between her paws in shame, body beginning to shake with noiseless, pitiful sobbing.
Colette said nothing for a few long moments. “You mean like…?”
She nodded slowly.
Colette placed a fuzzy paw on her sister’s back. “Oh Annie… I’m sorry…” she whispered softly.
“It’s…it’s so… gah… I-I mean… we’re sisters, right? We’ve been sisters for years… and… and…”
“Shhh. It’s okay, Annette. We’re not blood sisters with her. But I know what you mean.”
“I…” Annette gave a tiny sniffle, lifting her head to reveal strands of tears rolling down her cheeks. “I just don’t know what to do, Colle…”
Colette gave another pause, staring off beyond the glass of the window, seeming to be observing the reddening sky. Finally she answered, “I know how you feel, Annette. I really do.”
“Huh…?”
Colette rolled her shoulders a little uncomfortably and said simply, “I like another girl too.”
“You… you do…?”
“Mm-hmm.” Colette now laid down on her belly, allowing her ears to tumble over her legs just so. “You know those Dalmatians, right?”
Annette nodded, wiping away some of her tears with a paw. “Yeah. Danielle is dating one of them, right?”
“Rolly, yes. The girl I like is from that family.”
She tipped her head to the side. “Who?”
“Two-Tone. The girl with the huge black patch over the bottom half of her body.”
“Her? Really?”
“I know, I know. But she’s really nice. And pretty. And… maybe a little indecisive. We’ve actually been dating in secret for a while now. You’re the first one I’ve told.”
Annette simply stared, quite surprised at this turn of events. “…R-really…?”
Colette nodded. She did not seem very embarrassed.
“So… w-what should I do…?”
“Hm. I’m not sure, really… I think you should just tell her. That’s how Two-Tone and I got together.”
“But we’re--”
“I know. But remember what I said. We’re not blood sisters with her.”
“Mmm…” Annette shifted a bit, still uncomfortable with the idea.
“…You know… I think she likes you, too.”
Annette’s head shot straight up, eyes widening with shock. “Really?”
“Maybe… I don’t know for sure, though. But she seems pretty… close with you sometimes.”
That was true. Often Angel would suddenly pull her into a huge hug out of nowhere, or choose to sleep next to her. It only made Annette embarrassed thinking about it.
“Besides, she doesn’t seem the type to abandon anyone. Not unless someone else abandoned her first.”
Also quite true, from what Annette had heard about her past.
“You should really just tell her.”
Annette still felt uncomfortable with the idea. But it made sense.
“…Okay.”
Colette nuzzled her sister under her ears. “It’s going to be okay, Annie.”
“Thanks, sis.” She smiled softly. “I owe you one.”
“Never be afraid to tell me anything. Remember that.”
“Yeah…”
“Hey guys!”
And then suddenly, there was Danielle, tumbling right over the two of them, much to their surprise. She giggled that throaty giggle of hers. “Hehehe, what’chya doin’?”
“None of your beeswax,” Annette replied quite snappily, but with a sly smirk.
Danielle simply laughed in response. “I just wanted to tell ya that it’s almost bath time! Race ya to the kitchen!!” Before either could reply, off she shot down the stairs.
“Oh no you don’t!!” Colette ran off straight after her.
“Not fair, you guys got a head start!” Annette complained somewhat sourly as she leapt up off the carpet.
The three cocker spaniel sisters chased each other straight into the kitchen, tumbling over each other all the while.

[Angel]

I love the fact that it's Annette you're pairing, when she's the one I always saw as being the least accepting of Angel XP

[Mo]

That was sort of the point I had in mind, actually. XDD

[Patchy]

i love your writing so much.

[Mo]

Awww, thanks Patchy! ^w^

Off topic: but I thought of something... you should change your name to Patchy the Pirate and have your avatar be of Patchy (the liveaction pirate dude palyed by Tom Kenny) from Spongebob! 8DDD

[Patchy]

XD yes. yes it should be!

[Mo]

I've finally gotten a bit past my writer's block and wrote this! It's the first part of a MegaLars fic, and while I still think it needs work, like a LOT of work, it suffices for how little inspiration I have.
Enjoy! ^^ I'll probably come back and edit it later XD
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Part One: Surprised

Wow.
This... this was so... so...
...Strange.
The lights were dim and the room was warm-- I found myself growing hot and, ugh, sweaty, sitting there, waiting for something, anything really, to just happen and stop this awkward silence. We shouldn't have even been here. I was waiting for someone to storm in and drag us off, I mean, everything had gone good thus far... so that meant something bad was going to happen. I just knew something would.
...But I couldn't believe that for very long. It was perfect. I knew he wanted this as much as I did-- ashamed of it though I was... that didn't matter right now. There was only us here. The rest of the world was irrelevant.
I had my dirty little secret right here, and I was going to keep it.
Finally his small thin form-- outlined in a purplish color that streamed in from the sliver of light there was-- shifted beside me, and I felt his hands find mine. "So, my valentino," he murmured in that oddly sexy German accent of his. "Are you happy?"
I chuckled softly-- more of a discharge of nervous energy than real amusement-- and replied, "Very."
"Are you not scared?"
"..." Well, I couldn't just lie to him. "A bit... aren't you?"
"Maybe. But what is there to be scared of? We are in love, are we not?"
"Well--"
"That is what you told me last night."
"Yes, of course, but--"
"Hush." He put a finger to my lips. "Let us not waste any more time. Give me a taste of those beautiful blue lips, loverboy."
Oh... GOD. This is actually happening. Before I could even react, he went in for the kill-- warm lips met mine and... we kissed.
We were actually KISSING.
All that stress I'd bottled up imploded upon itself and in the heat of the moment I took a death grip on his hair and kissed him fiercely. He hadn't been expecting such a strong reaction but took it with a grain of salt and decided to lay down on the desk of the office.
Everything was zeroed in on the two of us-- nothing else, just us. It was the best feeling I'd had in forever-- maybe even better than when Roxanne--
Oh shit. I'd forgotten about Roxanne. My own fiancee. I was cheating on my fiancee, I suddenly realized with a jolt. But I didn't pull back. I was still engufled in my lovely artist, not wanting to stop.
...Why was I okay with this?! I was being a leech, a tramp, a whore-- but I really didn't give a damn.
Lars was here with me. He had me. I had him. That was all I needed.
...Of course this story starts with a kiss. Every story like this does. But where it really begins is in an unlikely place, at an unlikely time. It sounds cliche, but life in all its... reality... is full of little stupid coincidences. This was one of them.
And what a coincidence it was.

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The life of an artist is slow and tortorous at times. Especially in the fine arts. Inspiration is a fickle creature-- it can come and go whenever it pleases, because your schedule does not matter to it. My life depends on the art I make-- and it is a hell of a living. I find inspiration by traveling; sometimes it helps, sometimes it doesn't, but regardless I've been many places and the world never ceases to awe me.
That is how I ended up here, in the lovely metropolitain Metro City. I'd only been to America once or twice before, but it was only for a few days each-- not nearly long enough. Besides, cityscapes are a huge hit-- I'd be sure to make some money with paitings like that.
The city was a little odd-- as apparently they'd had a few superheroes around town according to some locals, but I disregarded it. Superheroes, pft, that was just silly-- metaphorically, sure, but there were no REAL superheroes.
Well, at least not that I knew of.
But that was then. I realize now the word is still full of surprises.
It began on a normal afternoon-- I was strolling around downtown, window shopping and trying to not appear a tourist. Inspiration still eluded me, to my frustration. I'd tried to paint something decent, but to no avail... it was hard to paint in such a small hotel room without making a mess...
The day was still long and I decided to rest in a small cafe. Maybe that would help-- the right atomsphere could always trigger an idea.
I was greeted by a robbery in progress.
Let me emphazise this. Me, a tourist, walked straight into a robbery of a cafe. In the middle of downtown. No police in sight.
No wonder this place needed superheroes.
No sooner did I step in through the door did someone burst in through the back door with a very... peculiar looking gun.
A blue-skinned, large-headed man. That wasn't in a costume... unless his clothing counted.
I wondered fleetingly if somebody had slipped something into the water at the hotel.
"All right, you crooks! Back down and leave!" He brandished his gun. "Or be liquefied."
That stopped them. They fled through whatever door they could, some pushed past me into the street. I simply stood, utterly confused. What in the sweet hell just happened?!
The alien man must have noticed, for he was upon me in a second. "Are you all right, sir?"
"Just wondering what the hell that just was," I answered honestly, not moving.
He laughed. "Oh, don't pay it any mind, my simple tourist. It's a normal occurence in our wonderful Metrocity--" I raised an eyebrow at the odd prononciation "--and besides, that's what I'm here for. To stop crime."
"Pardon me for being so blunt," I walked forward a bit but didn't take my eyes off him. "But... what ARE you?"
Again he chuckled. "The question is not what, but who. I am Megamind! Defender of Metrocity and super genius extraordinaire."
Well this man certainly wasn't entirely right in the mind. But neither was I, so who was I to talk?
"I... see..."
"Oh, don't be so intimidated."
"I never said I was."
"You've got a sharp wit, my friend-- I like that."
"Charmed."
"May I buy you a drink?" came the sudden question. I raised an eyebrow curiously. "Oh, I'm being courteous is all, no need to be so suspicious."
"...Very well then."
And so he did.
Maybe it wasn't intended to be a pick-up line at all. But regardless, it was the first step to where we were now.