Fanfic: Monster
Title: Monster
Authors: AnubisVandal
Summary: Hal walks home from a strange day at work...
Wordcount: 800 or so.
Rating: PG-13 for mature situations
Inspired by “The Bird and The Worm" by The Used
This is a horror story filled with introspective musings and over-sharing!
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Hal Stuart was walking down a dim lit sidewalk on his way home. They were dark even for Metro City that night. Cloud cover kept the moon or stars from being seen and the glow of downtown seemed a distant memory lost somewhere in the fog. Tungsten lamps lit the pavement and brick buildings like street forgotten by time. His mind drifted back and forth between the last few days and the events that had transpired. He wondered if he would loose his job now that Megamind had finally defeated Metro Man. He wondered if he would ever get past his awkwardness around Roxanne or if she would ever see him the same way if she knew he had asbergers...
“Is that your excuse now?” A familiar yet deep voice said from the shadows.
“Wh-who's there?” He replied turning towards the sound. If he could only sense it's direction. Hal finally realized exactly how many shadows street lamps could create. He also realized exactly how alone he was.
“Oh...nobody. Just like you.” It stage-whispered through clenched teeth. “Look at you, just as frumpy as your first ride on the short bus. At least your mom doesn't dress you anymore.” It laughed, a mocking hiss.
“Listen...I - I don't have any money! Just go away!” Hal turned and started walking at a fast pace, hands in the pockets of his photographers vest. He saw a large shadow move in the corner of his vision. Spooked, he moved even faster, almost at a jog.
“Oh...I don't want your money, Hal.”
For the life of him, Hal couldn't tell how far he was from home. How far from anything...safe. Where was he?
“I've got a...a gun.” Hal strained to sound confident despite how out of breath and terrified he actually was. He didn't notice that the mysterious stranger seemed to know his name...where did he know that voice from?
“Is it the same one you keep at home in case you get robbed again? Is it the one you thought about it a few nights ago when you walked home alone and not with Roxanne? You know she thought you were serious, don't you? About the bouncy-castle, the photographer, everything. Everyone thinks your serious.”
“It was a joke!” He said, finally angry at this specters jibing.
“Oh, like the Queen of England line you use once a week. Your co-workers think there's a quota, you know? They have a pool on how many of your old 'jokes' they would here. They call it 'pulling a Hal'...”
“STOP IT! Stop it or I'll...!” Hal was desperate, how did this person know so much about him. Was it the guy from the editing room? Someone he went to college with?
“You'll what...”
“I'll-I'll-” He could smell his sweat now. He knew that it was running down from his hair line and back.
“YOU'LL WHAT!?!?” The voice rumbled, impossibly deep and filled with taunting rage.
Hal felt his nose start to bleed from a single nostril, he touched it and saw the tell tale red on his fingertip. He looked up to see a large shadow move past him again. Turning in a circle he tried to find it. The camera man was out of his mind with desperation and fear.
“Just take my money!” He said, throwing his wallet. “Take everything!” He said, pulling off his jacket and watch. His mother had given him the watch for college but warned him never to use it to cheat. He thew the watch, an admittedly nerdy one with a built in calculator and it cluttered on the pavement at the threshold of the deepest shadow he could fathom.
“Oh, I already have your money...” Said the giant as it emerged from the shadows, crushing his gifted watch. Hal was cowering, afraid of what he might see. “...and we don't need this stupid watch...” it claimed “...but 'everything'?”
Hal looked up, starting at the red boot with watch parts beneath it. He was dwarfed by a gigantic horror that shared as many features with himself as any mythical hero could. It wore a white jump suit and had a sequined flaming T emblazoned on it's chest. Its mouth was stretched into a grin as malicious as any sharks. This dark vision might be of a myth, but the visage was of no hero. More a monster.
“Oh, we'll take 'everything'...I think we're due.” It finished as Hal fell unconscious, his body and mind crushed under the stress.
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Hal woke up in his cluttered apartment on what most consider the 'wrong side of town'. Every poster and action figure was in its place and there was cold pizza beside his television. All was right with the world.
The door burst down under the gigantic robot-ape foot belonging to Megamind's monstrous creation, Minion. And in charged the creature with his blue headed master in tow. And then once more, the world went dark.
Authors: AnubisVandal
Summary: Hal walks home from a strange day at work...
Wordcount: 800 or so.
Rating: PG-13 for mature situations
Inspired by “The Bird and The Worm" by The Used
This is a horror story filled with introspective musings and over-sharing!
---
Hal Stuart was walking down a dim lit sidewalk on his way home. They were dark even for Metro City that night. Cloud cover kept the moon or stars from being seen and the glow of downtown seemed a distant memory lost somewhere in the fog. Tungsten lamps lit the pavement and brick buildings like street forgotten by time. His mind drifted back and forth between the last few days and the events that had transpired. He wondered if he would loose his job now that Megamind had finally defeated Metro Man. He wondered if he would ever get past his awkwardness around Roxanne or if she would ever see him the same way if she knew he had asbergers...
“Is that your excuse now?” A familiar yet deep voice said from the shadows.
“Wh-who's there?” He replied turning towards the sound. If he could only sense it's direction. Hal finally realized exactly how many shadows street lamps could create. He also realized exactly how alone he was.
“Oh...nobody. Just like you.” It stage-whispered through clenched teeth. “Look at you, just as frumpy as your first ride on the short bus. At least your mom doesn't dress you anymore.” It laughed, a mocking hiss.
“Listen...I - I don't have any money! Just go away!” Hal turned and started walking at a fast pace, hands in the pockets of his photographers vest. He saw a large shadow move in the corner of his vision. Spooked, he moved even faster, almost at a jog.
“Oh...I don't want your money, Hal.”
For the life of him, Hal couldn't tell how far he was from home. How far from anything...safe. Where was he?
“I've got a...a gun.” Hal strained to sound confident despite how out of breath and terrified he actually was. He didn't notice that the mysterious stranger seemed to know his name...where did he know that voice from?
“Is it the same one you keep at home in case you get robbed again? Is it the one you thought about it a few nights ago when you walked home alone and not with Roxanne? You know she thought you were serious, don't you? About the bouncy-castle, the photographer, everything. Everyone thinks your serious.”
“It was a joke!” He said, finally angry at this specters jibing.
“Oh, like the Queen of England line you use once a week. Your co-workers think there's a quota, you know? They have a pool on how many of your old 'jokes' they would here. They call it 'pulling a Hal'...”
“STOP IT! Stop it or I'll...!” Hal was desperate, how did this person know so much about him. Was it the guy from the editing room? Someone he went to college with?
“You'll what...”
“I'll-I'll-” He could smell his sweat now. He knew that it was running down from his hair line and back.
“YOU'LL WHAT!?!?” The voice rumbled, impossibly deep and filled with taunting rage.
Hal felt his nose start to bleed from a single nostril, he touched it and saw the tell tale red on his fingertip. He looked up to see a large shadow move past him again. Turning in a circle he tried to find it. The camera man was out of his mind with desperation and fear.
“Just take my money!” He said, throwing his wallet. “Take everything!” He said, pulling off his jacket and watch. His mother had given him the watch for college but warned him never to use it to cheat. He thew the watch, an admittedly nerdy one with a built in calculator and it cluttered on the pavement at the threshold of the deepest shadow he could fathom.
“Oh, I already have your money...” Said the giant as it emerged from the shadows, crushing his gifted watch. Hal was cowering, afraid of what he might see. “...and we don't need this stupid watch...” it claimed “...but 'everything'?”
Hal looked up, starting at the red boot with watch parts beneath it. He was dwarfed by a gigantic horror that shared as many features with himself as any mythical hero could. It wore a white jump suit and had a sequined flaming T emblazoned on it's chest. Its mouth was stretched into a grin as malicious as any sharks. This dark vision might be of a myth, but the visage was of no hero. More a monster.
“Oh, we'll take 'everything'...I think we're due.” It finished as Hal fell unconscious, his body and mind crushed under the stress.
---
Hal woke up in his cluttered apartment on what most consider the 'wrong side of town'. Every poster and action figure was in its place and there was cold pizza beside his television. All was right with the world.
The door burst down under the gigantic robot-ape foot belonging to Megamind's monstrous creation, Minion. And in charged the creature with his blue headed master in tow. And then once more, the world went dark.