Sporkin' With Mikey: Stockholm Chapter 3... uhg...
Mikey: I have decided; against better judgment, to continue this. I wish someone would come along and take over - I think I’m starting to hate the world…
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Hmmmm, I decided to save the smutty M stuff for the next chapter, I wanted to write this first.~
Mikey[monotone]: Oh goodie, I just can't wait for another chapter of child rape.
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Mikey: I can’t say I didn’t try!
Arthur had left then, his visit short lived.
Mikey: You're repeating yourself.
I fell back into my usual routine:
Mikey: Masturbate to abusive England concept, derail characters, then masturbate again. Wow Yoyo; you live a very fulfilling life.
wake up, choke down tea...(sneak some coffee),
Mikey: Because the English like tea, and everything the English like is evil. Personally I hate coffee - but it‘s soooo~ American to drink it, right?
eat breakfast, clean the house, eat lunch, manage the yard...(sneak some candy),
Mikey: None of this would be England's fault. In fact for colonial America you've got it pretty easy in the workload.
read,
Mikey: The English read! READING IS EVIL!
eat dinner, color, go to sleep...wake up, choke down tea... (sneak some coffee), eat breakfast...
Mikey: Huh, did I accidentally read that over again?
The days went on like this and time seemed to drag on,
Mikey: Much like this piss shit fanfic really.
I realized slowly that I had been growing rather quickly. I could reach things I never could before, though, usually, I still needed a chair... something I would never tell Arthur... Standing on furniture was sure to get me hit.
Mikey: Is there nothing England won't beat you over in this fanfic?
When I went into town, some women said I resembled an eight year old.
Mikey: Must maintain illusion of adult England and America doing some kind of kinky roleplaying... [breaks down crying]
I wasn't sure what they meant, but they started ranting about how I didn't speak as cutely anymore, and how I really looked nine... no, seven,
Mikey: Now you look five, no eighteen, no two-hundred and six! Gah, don’t these people have anything better to do than gossip about his freakin’ age?
and they lost me in their girly gibberish that I was sure wasn't a form of English. But, they were my people, and they all mattered just the same to me.
Mikey: Yes - because at some point they lost the ability to speak English. It apparently has not occurred to our little Yuki here that maybe - just maybe - and I'm stretching things here - THESE PEOPLE ARE STILL CONSIDERED BRITISH AND SPEAK ENGLISH! Hell I speak English!!! It’s still quite common in America Yoyo Yuki!
Everyday I would wait for him to come home,
Mikey: England sure is around an awful lot in comparison to canon where he would leave America alone for large portions of time.
the house in perfect shape, but he never came.
Mikey: Wait a minute - then why are you waiting for him!?
I always knew he would though, because he loved me.
Mikey: Yes, it's Stockholm! Except for when it's not! Except for when it is! Except for... yeah- Yoyo doesn’t know what the hell Stockholm Syndrome is…
After several weeks, I started to lose hope, missing him horribly.
Mikey/America: I mean he hasn't been around since the start of the fanfic and I miss him. I wonder if he could do anything about that odd guy who keeps raping and beating me?
The scar on my head ached the more I thought and the closer I got to tears.
Mikey/America: I am so~ weak and pathetic - pity me for I am always being beaten!
...
I’d like to take this moment to be serious and say anyone can be raped by any kind of person regardless of physical strength and rape is not funny. Rape is not about sex - it’s about control. The target could be a man or a women, an adult or child! The perpetrator could also be a man or a women or varying degrees of physical strength…
But seriously - this is like Superman being raped by a random normal guy on the street! No mind-control or drugs or nothing’ - the guy just pulls Clark Kent into an alleyway and proceeds to rape him!
From a canon and story perspective it fails since we’ve seen America accidentally hit England in panic during this fic and for some reason England still has all his teeth! From a story perspective - events must make sense! If a story says a character has super strength then their rape has to make sense!!!
Uhg, this conversation is beginning to disturb me…
Finally, there was a knock on my door, and I ran to it eagerly,
Mikey: but I tripped and got a boo-boo! It hwurt so much~
What I lost my soul back in chapter one remember!
abandoning my half drunken tea and the unruly mess of breakfast aftermath.
Mikey: Which I am sure are very important details - hell they will probably get him beaten due to England’s (kinda) new found hair trigger temper!
I swung the door open. "Arthur!"
Mikey/America: Oh, it's the imposter again.
He sighed, shaking away the look of shock on his face as he saw how much I'd grown in the past couple of weeks.
Mikey: He then proceeded to beat him for growing - would it shock anyone at this point?
"Don't you check to see who was at the door before opening it?" He rose an eyebrow at me accusingly.
Mikey: I wish I knew how to do that...
England's eyebrows are as versatile as they are sexy.
"And don't slam the door like that!" I simply smiled at him childishly, just happy to hear his voice.
Mikey: Slam the door? I thought he swung it open - he is apparently only using his super strength on doors these days.
I stepped to the side, letting him through. He walked into the house, looking around, almost examining if for flaws...something he found when he entered the kitchen.
Mikey: What, are there people mud wrestling in there?
"What is this?" His voice hardened as he looked at the mess and unfinished tea.
Mikey: Oh crap, he’s gonna beat him isn’t he - I hate when I'm right.
"I-I just finished making breakfast...a-and you came just as I was cleaning...would you like some tea?" I nervously asked, going to the counter to get the pot. I stared up at the counter, realizing I needed the chair to reach it. I hesitated, shuffling my feet as he watched me expectantly...so I reached for my chair. I climbed onto it causciously, knowing I would be in trouble.
Mikey: That was a plot point to! Yuki, you're a sick bitch. I - I can't go on! I give up! [almost breaks down] No! No! You can do this man! Pull yer’ self together!
[sighs] The England in this shit fanfic does only three things! Only drinking tea is canon
The chair clattered to the floor as I felt a sting on my face. "Young gentlemen do not stand on chairs Alfred." He spoke sweetly, contradicting his scornful expression. I nodded, standing up and fixing the chair.
Mikey: [lighting himself on fire] Still less painful.
"I'm sorry." I looked at the ground, not wanting to meet his gaze.
Mikey: [Burning] When does the Stockholm part of this fanfic kick in?
"You will look at me when you speak to me boy."
Mikey/England: Come on, faster you do it-
Mikey/America: I know, but you're probably gonna hit me.
Mikey/England: I hope I just hit you! She promised none of THAT in this chapter.
Mikey:[still burning - and it is still less painful]
I looked up at his with a glazed over expression. "Yes sir." I bit my lip so I could keep my eyes locked with his.
Mikey: [still burning] I find the dialogue so~ riveting. Am I dead yet?
He looked at me sternly and I found it hard to hold his gaze, so I stared without really looking at anything. I heard a clink. "No, please, don't!" I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand as I realized what I had said. I knew he was going for his belt.
Mikey: Today England will be played by Clay from Moral Orel - with less personality and twice the abuse...
Mikey/America: Great idea England - we can hang ourselves with our belts.
"Alright." I stood shocked, surprised that he would comply with my requests.
Mikey: Is he returning to his true self?
Don't hold your breath.
I squeaked as my hair was harshly yanked, being pulled along by it. I was bent over his knee
Mikey: You promised us none of that stuff!
and a firm hand hit against my backside, once, twice, three times.
Mikey: Oh~ thank goodness it’s just a beating!
I bit my lip harder, drawing blood; knowing if I screamed or cried I'd only be hit harder.
Mikey: You bit your lip hard enough to draw blood because you are being slap on the bottom. At the risk of being insensitive - wimp! Apparently being slapped is an excuse for that, but being raped - nah~, no biggie.
He stopped for a few moments and I stared up at him. He looked at me as if he were...admiring his work...
Mikey/England: I just know when you grow up you're gonna have a fine ass. Hmmmm~ I think that came out wrong...
but I knew he wasn't/ It was punishment, he didn't enjoy giving it as much as I didn't enjoy receiving it, I just knew it.
Mikey: Still waiting for Stockholm Syndrome to kick in. Right now this is just typical abused child behavior.
The fact that there is a TYPICAL behavior for abused kids is depressing…
He landed one more hit and I winced. I was lifted into a sitting position and it hurt to sit. "Never mind that nonsense my boy. I brought you a present."
Mikey: [eye twitches] What the fuck - that may win a prize for one of the most nonsensical lead ins ever.
Anyway I just finished beating you for the mess and standing on chairs - don't clean up or I'll beat you again because - PRESENTS!
I think if anyone's suffering from something it's England!
My face lit up and I cuddled to him tightly. "Really?"
Mikey/America: Is it another gimp mask! Mine has been so worn out!
He nodded and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box. I looked at it curiously.
Mikey: Don't! It's Pandora's box- the horror!
It was filled with small white sticks
Mikey: Candy perhaps? Or more thematically for this fanfic - dildos?
that didn't smell very nice, and I scrunched my nose. /It hurt like hell./ He took one out of the box and put it to my lips, but I closed them tightly and turned my head, refusing to let the foul smelling item into my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and I squeaked, giving him the opportunity to shove the offensive object into my mouth.
Mikey: It can't be cigarettes because I'm pretty sure those where rolled back then. I mean they didn't look like white sticks. Besides why would England be shoving them into America's mouth?
I bit down hard and a disgusting substance pooled onto my tongue, and I turned away; gagging and dry heaving at the horrible taste. He rubbed my back gently, pulling out another of what I later found out was called a 'cigarette', and put it to my lips once more.
Mikey: Yoyo Yuki - you are - a - and I say this as kindly as I can - FUCKING MORON!
"Don't bite this time." He spoke gently
Mikey: I see no one has been treating his bipolar disorder...
and I nodded, enclosing the end of it between my lips softly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out what I identified as matches.
Mikey: [monotone] You’re such a clever child...
I flinched as he lit one, afraid he was going to burn me, but he lit the cigarette instead.
Mikey: Speaking of which. [I looks at myself - only to find that I am indeed still on fire] Why am I still alive?
He quickly pulled it from my mouth as I started gagging again. He rubbed my back and put it back into my mouth when I stopped coughing. My eyes widened and I coughed on the smoke again, this cycle repeating several times. "Shh shh...it's ok, just like that...there you go...just a little more..." He mumbled gentle encouragements to me before finally putting out the horrible thing.
Mikey: The HORRIBLE thing that ENGLAND is MAKING me SMOKE! ENGLAND IS EVIL~
Anyone else think Yoyo Yuki is insanely Xenophobic or something?
I sighed in relief, taking deep breathes to clear my lungs of the rancid substance. "Don't worry Alfred, you'll get used to it."
I looked at him in horror. "U-used to it?"
MIkey: America is played by a parakeet.
"Yes, the southern region of your colonies produces the ingrediants for these. There is a higher demand now, and they must produce more; so you will learn how to smoke these.
Mikey: Wanna know how often America smokes as a child in canon - no really - guess~.
You do wish to support your people, do you not?"
Mikey: No, I hate my people… I hate all people…
I nodded slowly, staring at the carten on the table. The cigarettes were horrible, certainly not something I wanted to start using daily, but, I did.
Mikey: Mostly because they are horribly addictive - seriously though. THEY ARE SELLING THEM BY THE FUCKING CARTEN? In an era where I’m pretty sure they still rolled their own and pipes where still being used! I’m no expert, but seriously - pre-rolled must be costly as hell!
I spent the rest of that day learning to smoke. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale,
Mikey: Such a difficult thing to grasp...
At least he’ll look “sexy” for the next rape scene… Bwha-ha-ha-ha… It’s funny because I’m dying on the inside… ha-ha-ha…
forcing myself to ignore the burning in my throat and the awful feeling it gave me.
Mikey: See what trying to be cool does to you!
It grew late and Arthur put my into bed, of course no loving gesture to go with it...the English were simply not the type.
Mikey: Once again, back then the term American was non-existent. Most American's considered themselves the English (or at least English colonialists) . Oh and I point out that you go back an forth with the whole he is/isn't loving crap! Oh screw it.
Looking back, had I been older,
Mikey: We would be having a whole lot more sex! What?!
I might have realized he was merely trying to get me addicted to the horrible substance,
Mikey: Even though they didn't know it was addictive back then - England did of course - you know - because he is so~ evil!
force me into needing something, into being bound tighter to him, through addiction.
Mikey: Still not Stockholm…
However, the only thing I realized was how proud I had made Iggy that day, how I knew he would love me all the more for the brave thing I had done, and I fell asleep, pondering these thoughts.
Mikey: He loves me~ he loves me not~ he loves me~ he rapes me~ rape is love~ love is stupid~ wanna hurt someone~ losing sanity points~.
KOLKOLKOL I'm getting faster~
Mikey: But not better~
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Mikey: I believe you've made it clear that reviews have no effect on you...
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[still on fire]
I kind of vaguely remember a time when I cared, ya know - ’bout stuff.
Yoyo Yuki - any world that could create such a - a thing… It’s just not worth trying to save the creative forces of the universe.
[the fire stops]
No - in fact creativity as a whole is dead…
I live in the same world as Yoyo Yuki and Jersey Shore - life is not worth living!
Gah, I’m giving up sporking forever!
*The Sporking Staff run around in panic as the Overlord disappears. One young intern runs against a wall and accidentally presses a large, red button with his face. A young, Asian woman suddenly appears with a loud bang and a flash of blinding light*
SOS:
…Wuh?
*There is a silence, then the Staff rush forward as one and lock her inside the Sporking Chamber*
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A mystery guest?
Perhaps it's up to them now that the Overlord's gone and ran away...?
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