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Anonymous Tue 25 Jun 2024 21:19:08 No.66905020 Report

Anonymous Tue 25 Jun 2024 21:28:35 No.66905251 Report

>>66905020
First rattle off the bat, huh? Damnit.

>"A-Anon are you sure we nee-"
>"Yes. All stage shows have this kind of stuff. It'll draw in tons of people just watch, Judee." I sigh, he's not wrong it's just...
>I watch as he taps two wires together, a spark shooting out of a small pyrotechnics launcher.
>It scares me.
>I kind of feel bad having him do all this. I know he just wants to help but... I don't want it like this. This was supposed to be fun. I sigh.
>"O-Okay. okay..." Wendy approaches now.
>"Ho-lee-shit. What a spread." she whistles, looking over the stage Anon has helped prep for our show here, a small stage for plays now being remade into a puppet backdrop.
>"This is it, huh?" She puts her puppeted hands on her hips and looks the setting up and down, blinking lights, full poster drawing and our names on top of it. "The Puppet Pals: Judee and Schizo-chan."
>I guess I really shouldn't fret too much. It'll be fine I'm sure. It's just nerves. I get my phone out to tell mom I've already made it here and am working on the set up. I get a quick heart emoji back.
>I sigh again and step forward to help put the finishing touches on. Anon swats my hand away.
>"No. I got it." I flinch.
>"B-But I just-"
>"No. You're a performer not a stage hand." He's firm. I relent.
>I sit back, going over the show's script. It's our best yet. I still smile thinking back to Anon sitting in and critiquing it. I miss the classroom antics.
>Set's done and we run a few practice before the big show. It's good. It lifts my spirits. It'll go great and I'm just being a worrywort over nothing. Anon's right as always.
>Showtime, my stomach is turning over on itself behind the curtain, I've got my setup prepped. A small pillow to kneel on, the box below me and a script on the back wall just in case. I look off-stage to Anon. He's giving me a huge smile and thumbs up.
>I can do this for us. I take a deep breath as Anon takes a mic, leading us in.
cont. ouchies

Anonymous Tue 25 Jun 2024 21:38:54 No.66905520 Report

Quoted By: >>66905710

>>66905251
>"Please everyone put your hands together for THE PUPPET PALS!" The curtain raises, lights shine and my heart skips a beat. I'm doing it. I clear my throat and start our play, Wendy gets right into it as well. Goes perfectly, every comical beat hit, laughter from the crowd and deathly silence during the serious parts. It's... everything I'd wanted.
>We start to get to the climax. The fight scene, the beast being slain. It starts and I hear the stages pyrotechnics kick in again. They've been real helps for the show. The first time they popped off the crowd cheered.
>I hear a gasp, whispers. Something the matter? I pause to peek out through a little slit. The crowd is restless but...why? I feel the heat before I see it. One of the pyrotechnics has malfunctioned, it's caught the curtain aflame. No need to panic we'll stop the show and-
>I hear a crack. I look up to see the flame has already leapt up to the top of the building. A beam above me now lit. My eyes go wide as I realize it's getting closer. I put my hands up in a vain effort to stop anything.
>A searing pain strikes me, with the beam dropping on me. I hear a scream, Schizo.
>"JUDEE!" I can't see anything, smoke and haze already filling the area. It's getting hard to breathe. Everything is muffled, like I've got earplugs in. It burns, my entire body hurts. I need help. Please.
>I hear a creak and feel some weight lift off me. As it does my body regains some breath. As it comes in it comes out. A scream. I'm hurt and can't stop it anymore. My entire torso is coated in pain immense. I start to get drug backwards and I faint, the pain too much to bear. In a flash I jump awake.
>I'm not in the theater anymore. It's a hospital room. I hear the beeping of a heart monitor nearby. My eyes start to focus and I make out who and what is nearby. I firstly spy mom. Her eyes red and puffy, staring at me.
>"Judee..."
>"M-mom..." my voice is extremely weak. It hurts to talk.
cont. ;~;

Anonymous Tue 25 Jun 2024 21:47:41 No.66905710 Report

Quoted By: >>66905818

>>66905520
>I spy Anon and Wendy as well, both looking worried at me. At least they're not hurt. I look down to myself now, cataloguing my condition.
>I can't turn my head. Oh... oh god.
>Mom notices me struggling. She speaks in Finnish.
>"You broke most of your chest. Collarbone, too. Here..." she reaches down to her purse and shows me a mirror of what I look like. I'm in a full torso cast.
>I stare in horror at this. I suddenly notice one more thing. There's a dull ringing in most of my body but not my arms. I look down but the mirror isn't positioned in a way that I can see them.
>"M-my... my arms..." Mom closes her eyes and points the mirror slightly down. They're bandaged and casted. I flex my muscles. They don't budge.
>"The doctors said you have some nerve damage. They don't know if you can ever use them again..." I feel tears starting to stream down my face.
>Why did this happen to me? What did I do to deserve this? This is unfair. I only ever wanted to put on puppet shows with my friends and I can't even do that now.
>My hatred finds a hangup. Somewhere to point it. Or someone. I look over at him.
>He looks worried and hurt. If not for him I wouldn't be like this. He meant well but I feel a deep upsetting hatred rising in me. I feel guilty about it, he didn't do this on purpose. I can't stop myself from feeling this way, however.
>He speaks. "God, Judee. I'm so sorry." I grit my teeth. I can at least be civil.
>"But there's at least some good news. Fire department said that it was the building's fault and we can sue. Place is owned by a big corp so..." Wendy chimes in now.
>"I did some quick googling. We'll need to go to court but we can expect a couple hundred million payout." She means well but this does nothing to make me happier.
>Great, never have to worry about money again. All it cost was my fucking arms.
>Mom looks at me expectantly. Speaking
>"It's okay, sweetie I'll take care of you. I'll always be by your side."
cont

Anonymous Tue 25 Jun 2024 21:51:58 No.66905818 Report

Quoted By: >>66905880 >>66905910 >>66905914

>>66905710
>"I promise to be there too." Anon chimes in. My stomach flips. I want to turn him down. Yell at him to get away from me. This is his fault.
>But...
>I look over to mom. What if she's not around? I'll be alone. I... I can't. Not like this. Alone or with someone I can't stand. I...
>I nod. The room smiles at me. I feel sick beyond belief. I want to close my eyes and wake up back in bed, this nothing but a bad dream. I want to go back to the small classroom and have a one person audience. I sniffle.
>I can't even be hugged for comfort. No hand squeeze. No shoulder pat. Barely even words of encouragement.
>Tears stream down my face, making their way onto the neck brace. Anon quickly reaches over and grabs a tissue. He moves forward and wipes my tears. His mere touch makes my head buzz so fiercely I can barely stay awake.
>"I'm here for you."
>I wish he never was.

Fin. Rough start today.

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