Chapter 9. A Goosebumps game: the blob that licked everyone.

Authors note. Technically this should be fan fiction, but it's too late now losers! Ha! I decided to put this on fiction press because it's more than just these Goosebumps games. To all my readers who don't send me reviews… review! Thanks bunch! Meow! And to all my regulars…. I am NOT dead yet! Muhahahaha! I am getting published however.

The reason I have not updated in a while is because I had a lack of music… actually. I do my best when I am listening to music. If I don’t have music on I write short stinky chapters that look like my hair. They look bad. But now… someone wants on the computer… damn it! Okay. I am back now. Enough of me talking. Let’s jump right in!

Walking to lunch with Donal sure was a rather interesting experience. Without the nose of Tara Thomas always poking in our conversations we actually got to know him a little bit. He walked with a cane, and his slight muscular build almost made Connie and I look like we had our own bodyguard walking with us. It would even add to the stereotypical movie portray as well, because of his brown skin and baled head. His eyes, though flitted from closed to open, were wide half the time, Sightless, but noticeable.

It was never a question on him liking us or not. Even when Connie or I would sound like complete idiots telling our jokes his white teeth would soon be showing, and his clipped laugh and cool precise speech with almost professor like pronunciations filled the air.

“You guys are funny.” He said as his cane tapped in front of him. With me limping on one side, and Connie walking on the other we almost looked like we were his body guards. Walking to the café we talked and laughed like we didn’t even know what the word awkwardness was... even one time I said something so hilarious that Donnie almost tripped on his own shoe because he was laughing so hard.

At the lunch room we all got our trays, put in our numbers, and then went to sit down and eat the lump that other people called edible. The food today was fish, and I instantly shoved it away.

“So Donnie…” Connie started to say but then stopped herself. I looked at her eager to say why the heck did she stop, but she just stared. I wish this other person would shut up so I could think straight. I then however heard the voice again. It was coming in front of us. I looked ahead to see Donnie with his fork in hand. He looked down at the fish, and then opened his mouth.

“That’s right… that's a good fish. You know you want to come to daddy Donnie. You know you want to obey me. That's a good fishy…” he then laughed to himself. Connie and I looked at each other completely amazed. “Is he some kind of freak?” our looks asked.

“I don't know.” My shake of the head said. She looked at Donnie again, who looked back at us as if he could see us.

“Why is it so quiet? Are you two staring at me?” we were, but we damn sure weren’t going to say that. I quickly shoved food in my mouth so my story would at least sound true.

“No! I'm eating!” I said with a mouthful of food. Connie didn’t take the same route that I had. Instead she plainly asked

“Why were you talking to your food?” he looked at the spot where her voice was with a defiant glint in his eyes.

“I was not!” he then scoped up another forkful of food and then started talking to that.

“Come on little pee, that's right. You know you want to go inside my stomach and be digested.” I grabbed his hand and held it there as if by doing so I could show Connie what he was doing.

“Your not huh?” he looked like he was caught stealing food.

“You can see me?”

“More.” I said. “I can hear you” Connie decided to take this queue by mocking him.

“That’s such a good fishy. You know you want to eat it. You know you want to…” Donnie looked like he had just gotten stripped. His mouth wide open looking like a brown tunnel with thin lips.

“You guys heard me?”

“Uh, no duh.” Connie said.

“Yeah it's not exactly hard to hide your voice after all.” he shook his head.

“This is unbelievable.”

“This is freaking hilarious!” Connie boomed. I laughed right along with her. This was just too priceless. We looked at each other and nodded at the same time, saying one message between us.

“Yep. He will fit right in.”

After lunch and after we went to the playground we both stopped Donnie at the gate.

“Are you sure you want to hang with us?” Connie said.

“Yeah I'm sure. Come on you guys. What you do here can't be that strange.” We looked at each other just waiting on him to start hating us. It was a good thin he couldn't see us at all.

“Okay…” I said. “you asked.” We went to the wide open field that held nothing on it, and we just stood there looking at him, he stood there eyes shut looking at us.

“Okay…” Connie asked. “Ready?”

“Yeah, but there's no slides here or anything. It just feels like grass.”

“We use our imaginations.” Connie said.

: huh?” was his response.

“We will show you” I said.

“Ready to play the Goosebumps game?” Connie asked.

“Yes!” Donnie and I both shouted.

“Okay… then let’s go!”

Goosebumps game #2. The blob that licked everyone.

Connie hated this class. In fact she hated it so much she didn’t even try to try to pay attention. As the teacher blabbed on she couldn't help but daydream of bunnies killing people, rabbits shooting guns, and ice cream.

“Blah, blah, blah blah, blah blah blah blah.” She didn’t even know what he was talking about. Why did they even have these classes anyway? It just didn’t make sense at all. Just as she was going to daydream again the bell rang, and like running away from a fire the kids all burst out of the room. Connie looked around at the now empty room and sighed. Now that school was over at least, she and Robert could chill. That new kid that just moved in seemed okay she thought. Donnal Buie was his name, and they had already become great friends. He even, somehow, had heard about their little camera adventure. He claimed he had heard about it in the newspaper but she didn’t believe him. After she walked out of the class she saw Robert plunked near his locker with half of his stuff on the floor as usual. As she walked over she saw his shoes. They were plane this time, and dotted with something green on them… what the world? They both lived together, but she didn’t remember seeing those kinds of shoes before. She slowly crept up to him, bent down, and shouted in his ear.

“Boo!” Roberts head made a nasty clang sound as it hit the shelf above his head. Books didn’t like this so they decided to jump out and land on him. Connie was shocked. Darn. She didn’t mean to do that!

“Hi Connie.” He said sounding like he was in pain. Connie started to laugh as Robert shoved the books in the locker not even caring how they looked. Connie's locker looked just the same so she didn’t complain about it.

“You know…” Robert said. My head doesn’t say hi to books very well.

“I know.” Connie said. “But I thought they should get introduced.”

“Your locker just as messy as mine is. I guess it's a blind thing”

“Yeah…” Connie said.

“No actually…” Robert said. “I know what it is. It's the Connie. I’ve caught the Connie.” With a fist from Connie his back slammed into the locker, his eyes looking wide like saucers.

“I don't know. Want to say that again?”

“I think it's…” the fist rose and so did Robert.

“My own stupid fault.” He finished. Connie beamed. That's better. Did I hurt you?”

“No. I'm okay.”

“Do you want to walk with Donnie today?” Connie asked walking to Donnie’s class room. He was supposed to be in their class, but they had to split them up because of the large class amounts.

“Sure. No problem.”

“Okay. Let’s go look for the weirdo.” Robert stopped Connie in the hall, inches from her.

“Do you think all the adventures are over? I mean the camera one sure was hell. You think it's all over, and how do we tell Donnie about this…”

“He obviously thinks it's a joke.” Connie said slinging her backpack over her shoulder. “I mean come on Robert he even claimed he saw it in the newspaper! Now I know you rock at being sarcastic and all…” behind Robert sexy cheerleaders jumped up in the air as they waved palm poms

“Robert Robert he's our thing! If he can't say something sarcastic no one can dream!” one of them stopped.

“Oops, um were we supposed to say that?”

“Like I don't know.” One said.

“Let’s go away before we kill the scene.” The third girl said. They bounced away.

“But that was just plain sarcastic.” Connie continued. Robert had to agree, even though he believed Donnie. Falling silent, they both went to look for Donnie. They walked along his empty hall, and they spotted one lone figure shoving a locker shut. He didn’t have much success however, since his groans could be heard all the way over here after all. As they walked closer they could see he was actually having a hard time with the locker. He was even sweating a little, his black skin glowing in this light with sweat.

“Think he needs help?” Robert asked

“nah.” They both said at the same time.

“Want to mess with him?” Connie asked.

“Yeah.” They both said. They walked closer. Connie was so excited she couldn't keep her hands still.

Robert was just shocked to see Donnie straining so hard with a locker. He looked like he was really slamming into the thing. Cool! As he drew closer he was right. Connie and he looked at each other, and then with huge smiles they both said hi Donnie! He jumped and spun around at the same time. His back was pressed against the locker. he looked terrified though.

“Hey guys.” He puffed. Robert felt he had to say something about the locker.

“Did it beat you?” Donnie glared at Roberts’s voice. Even though he couldn't see, he damn sure didn’t like Roberts’s sarcasm Robert saw.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“But we do.” Connie said getting closer. Robert noticed that even now he was shoving his whole weight against the locker trying to keep it shut. He didn’t know why Donnie was trying so hard. I mean nothing could be this bad right?

“So what's in there?” Connie asked coming closer. Upon hearing her footsteps he pressed into the door harder leaving his shoes sticking out.

“Stuff!” he huffed. The locker, even though Donnie was a strong boy, didn’t like to be forced shut. It soon gave a huge heave, and Donnie pitched forward almost falling. Shock can be the only word that described Connie's and Roberts’s faces as they watched all sorts of stuff shoot out of the locker. Looking down, Robert spotted a shoe that looked like something a dancer would ware. He kicked it up and soon discovered that it was a tap dance shoe.

“Wow. I found a dancing shoe.”

“I found tights.” Came Connie's shocked voice from his left.

“I found something else!” Robert said slowly picking up a piece of paper and looking at it. “Dancing lessons. You come; we teach you how to twirl.” It took him a minute to register this, and then he looked at the tights again…

“Oh my god! Donnie…” Robert started to say but Connie beat him to the punch.

“Is going to be a tap dancing freak with wicked spins and moves. Oh my god this is priceless! But ewe these smell.” She said holding up the shoes and the tights. “Did you even wash them?” Donnie didn’t answer. Robert however shot back with

“Yeah. He's been spinning in the shower so water can't hit him, then the odor radiates into the clothes!” Connie and Robert hooted with laughter at this, but all Donnie did was just stand there, listening to them screech like mad witches in a bad movie.

“Come on Donnie…” Robert said taking his arm and spinning. “Dance!” he and Connie slapped high fives, but instantly stopped when Donnie didn’t even move. He looked so hurt, and so mad at the same time that his eyes were just slits.

“Give me my stuff.” He said through gritted teeth. A little uncomfortably, Connie and Robert handed him his stuff. Donnie had this weird look on his face, like he was seriously hurt by what they did and said. Why? Robert thought they may have went a little too far messing with him, but it was all in good fun after all.

“So… you want to walk home with us?” Robert asked after a minute of an uncomfortable silence.

“No.” Donnie's sharp reply said. With an angry look on his face, he marched out of the building, tapping his cane so hard against the walls that the echoes seemed to bounce back at them on purpose. They felt like the sharp thwacks were saying “you guys are jerks.” They watched him go, and then looked at each other.

“I feel bad.” Connie said.

“Yeah… me too.” Robert answered. They heard Donnie slam the door that lead outside, then all was still.

Donnie was so mad at them. he didn’t even know what to say! He was right by hiding it from them. Damn it! He knew that they wouldn't understand, and Robert with his stupid dance act. That was stupid. Yeah, so what if he was taking dance lessons, and so what if he liked them? It would come in handy sometime in the near future anyway. They were so immature. Tapping his cane along the sidewalk like he wanted to kill it, his mid section bumped into a sign. What the heck was this? He didn’t want to touch it in case it was slimy and or gross. He did however want to know what this thing was in front of him, so with his hand half curled, he reached out and felt the sign. The sign had some sort of raised print letters on the surface, allowing him to feel what they were.

PAWNSHOP. SPECIAL DISCOUNTS.

He liked the feel of that, so with his wallet bulging he went inside. The place smelled old, and the air was filled with dust. It was hard to even think about breathing in here. As he passed by huge items and small ones, he sensed something huge to his right. He touched a large car. About the size of a minivan. Why would someone have this in a pawnshop? He walked in further and could feel the air getting tighter in his chest. This place sucked in terms of air. Jesus! He walked in a bit further knowing there were lots of items all around him. He jumped when he heard a beautiful womans voice come floating over to him from his right.

“excuse me sir, but can I help you?" he stopped in his tracks. He looked at the spot where he thought the voice was coming from. The voice was soft, velvety, and slightly high pitched. She did however sound completely nice though!

“I don't know. Can you?” he heard a smile in her voice as she answered.

“We will see won’t we?” he loved her voice. My god. He held his head up high slinking over trying to show off how build he in fact was. Apparently he did a good job because when she spoke next she sounded almost speechless.

“Um… yeah.” She said loosing the professional act completely. “I can satisfy all your needs, I mean your shopping needs.” He gave her one of his knock her dead smiles and he heard a gasp coming from her.

“Oh god!” she said nearly knocking into something it sounded like. This is one of those rare times he wished he could see. Damn it! Was she staring at him? Was she even looking at him? Was she still standing up even? He could still smell her perfume near his nose, so she must have been standing up still, but barely.

“So… anyway… I'm looking for something.” He said, and her feet made a sound as she gained her footing again.

“Okay. What would you like?” he stopped and thought about it for a minute. Even though Robert had been a compete jerk and all, his birthday was tomorrow after all. He might as well get something now and surprise him tomorrow. He didn’t have enough to get a computer, but perhaps he could get something else.

“Do you have any typewriters? You see, my friend’s birthday is tomorrow, and well, he likes to write. I don't know if you have any computers or not, but just something either like a computer or a typewriter would be good.” He couldn't help but smile at the voice in front of him. Each time he did she stopped, gasped, and then started again.

“Ah! I have just the thing! You’re right I don’t have a computer but I do have a typewriter. I'll even let you have it for free. It's a special piece of equipment, but your friend sure has a…” he could have sworn he heard her swoon as she said “… a lucky young fine gentleman such as yourself as a friend!” he then was given the huge typewriter. He felt the keys and even pressed some to test it out. The keys felt hard to push, and they were so spaced apart that even he had a hard time typing on this thing. He was after all, used to typing in Braille, but still he could probably type on a keyboard if he had one. It shouldn’t be this hard right? The keys felt like they were on these tall lifts after all. Was it just his imagination?

“ma’am. Can you type on this?”

“Of course I can!” she gushed, and he heard her pounding away at the keys.

“Are you sure this will be good? I mean, my friend is a small kid with small hands and fingers.”

“Honey… You’re not a writer, so you’re not used to typing on anything like this. Your friend will love it. It’s a bargain!” he couldn't help but notice that her voice rose on the last sentence.

“Well. Okay. If you say so.” He turned, and was about to walk out when he heard one sentence from her that he wasn’t sure if he actually heard it, or if he misheard her.

“Be careful…”shaking his head, his built arms lugged the typewriter all the way home.

When Connie and Robert had walked into their house they heard what sounded like moaning upstairs.

“Um… are we like being robbed?” Robert asked with a huge smirk. “Because if we are he sure does suck.” Connie laughed.

“Come on Robert…. It doesn’t even look like anyone broke in. this is the work of someone who knows us.

“Ooooohhhhh.” The moan came again.

“You know who ever he is he sounds like he's having an awesome time up there.”

“Seriously? Sounds like Donnie up there.” Connie said.

“Connie we took a shortcut. How could that be him?”

“Well duh, Robert. He’s got the build of a darn athlete. Obviously he can lift heavy stuff! My god. Sometimes you an be such a…” a car horn honked in the distance blocking out what she said.

“You know Connie. If our mom’s ever heard you saying that you would be dead.”

“Well duh Robert. That's why I said it when our parents were NOT here.” The moaning upstairs at last stopped.

“Think he's knocked out?” Connie laughed.

“I don't know. Let’s go see.” They walked upstairs and into Robert’s room. What they saw made their mouths drop, eyes grow wide, and tongues slosh out of their mouths. Donnie was lying on the floor, face down… unconscious.

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“Donnie?” they both gasped as they continued to watch him just lay there looking dead.

“Yes?” came the muffled response.

“Um. What are you doing on the floor?” Connie asked.

“I just wanted to take a nap. That's all.”

“On our floor?” Robert asked.

“I'm too lazy to climb into your bed.” They both looked down at Donnie sprawled out on the floor.

“Obviously.” They both said.

“Hey… look…” Robert started to say then Connie followed. They both said parts of each others sentences. It was almost like listening to twin talk.

“We’re very sorry and all for that whole thing.”

“With the dancing and all.”

“I mean…”

“We just feel like complete jerks.”

“So we kind of wanted to say…” they both said the sentence at the same time.

“We’re sorry.” He looked up at them looking like he was seriously contemplating their apology.

“I guess you guys deserve another chance…” and then a smile broke through on his face. They all laughed. Donnie then suddenly stood up so sharply you would have thought an ant has just nipped his butt. What's up with him? Robert thought.

“I want to give you something robs.”

“Me?” Robert asked.

“No Robert. The other invisible rob in the room who's sitting right next to you.” Connie said with a smirk on her face.

“Ha. You’re so funny I forgot to laugh.”

“Ouch. My poor ego is so hurt!”

“Hey. You two love birds quit fighting!” Donnie laughed.

“WE ARE NOT BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND!” they both shouted. Donnie smiled even wider showing all his sparkling white teeth.

“Yeah… whatever you two want to believe.” They both started to get up ready to pound him to a bloody pulp! Robert got to him first.

“Take… that… back!” he didn’t look scared at all.

“Are you sure you want to hit me, I mean after I got you what I got you and all?”

“I don’t care!” Robert said raising his voice… “Wait…. What?”

“I got you something.”

“You did?” he asked.

“Yeah I did…” a long silence passed then Robert squawked “you are the best!” then jumped up and down. Connie just rolled her eyes up at the ceiling. She half way expected him to lay down and kiss Donnie's feet. Donnie heaved the typewriter out of the box he had been standing in front of, and with a grunt set it down on the wooden desk.

“wow.” Connie and Robert both said at the same time.

“It’s a typewriter!” Robert said as if he were the only one in the world who knew that. Connie looked at him and said

“No way, are you serious? Wow! I didn’t know that!” he just glared at her. Somehow Donnie found a chair and was now scooting it up to the desk. When he was all done he turned to them flashing his teeth.

“After you two love birds quit arguing, I have also included a throne for the washed up author to place his skinny butt into. It's wood, but you'll get used to the splinters sooner or later.” Robert marched over, got right up in his face and said

“I do not have a skinny butt.”

“Yes you do.” Connie said before she stopped herself.

“Wait a second… how do you know I have a skinny butt?”

“Um… internet?”

“Fine.” He sat down and was shocked to determine that the wooden chair was actually comfortable.

“So should I consider this an early birthday gift?” he asked looking up at Donnie staring at his nose.

“Yeah. You should. Besides, you deserve it.” there was no hint of a sarcastic smile about his lips. Instead a warm smile plagued Donnie's features. Robert looked at him.

“Thanks.”

“No problem!” Donnie said changing as fast as a traffic light. “The chick at the pawnshop completely digged me by the way.” Connie and Robert burst out laughing. Rolling on the floor they pounded it as tears spilled out of their eyes.

“Ha! That was a good one!” Connie said getting choked up. They stopped laughing after some time and Robert sat down at the typewriter. The thing looked old. The keys were huge, and they were all black with white faded letters on them. The thing looked like a rust color even. Dear god. He hoped this thing could type even. He started to type a word, and the clink clinks of the typewriter made the whole room echo it seemed like.

“The sky was a patch of blue outside, and the sun blazed down on the earth.” He looked at what he had written, and was astonished to see how it looked on the paper. It was a clear precise black type, and it didn’t smudge! He soon noticed that the paper had grown lighter for some reason. Looking up, he realized that the sun was now in plain view, and with no clouds in sight. In fact it was so bright he had to shield his eyes.

“Ow. What the world? At least it's sunny outside.”

“It is?” Donnie asked stepping up beside him.

“Yeah. It's so bright I'm shielding my eyes.”

“Wasn’t it like cloudy just a few seconds ago?” Connie asked.

“Yeah it was but you know how the weather is here.”

“Yeah. That's true.” She came over and looked at the written words on the paper.

“Good god these are clear! You wouldn't even know it but it looks like he's typing on a computer.”

“That’s what I thought.” Robert said.

“You could so do all your stories on here!” Donal said mocking Connie. Connie ignored him.

“Write something else. Something spooky.

“Now?” Robert kind of didn’t want to do that now. He wanted to do it at night. Connie didn’t know he wrote his best at night time. Tonight and the rest of the week Donnie would be staying at their place because his parents were out of town, and so him and rob would have to share rooms with each other. Donnie was the only one who knew because he heard Robert pounding away at the keys of an old computer one night.

“No, Robert. Sometime in the next ten years would be nice. You know?”

“Okay. Fine. I will. Besides, I like typing on this typewriter anyway.” So Robert turned and started typing.

The sky was a bright patch of blue. As the 4 kids all stood in the empty house they started to have a sense of indescribable fear that grew as the seconds past.

Just then he stopped typing and looked at the words printed there. He didn’t know why but he was scared of something. He didn’t know what however. He looked around and saw that both Connie and Donnie had worried looks on their faces.

“Let’s close the windows.” Donnie said in a panic.

“And shut off the lights.” Connie said biting her nails.

“So it's you guys also, it's not just me? I want to lock all the doors too, I feel like I'm being watched.” They all felt it. A sudden fear that just washed over them like blankets.

“I don’t want to go home.” Donnie said sounding very frightened.

“Okay. This isn’t funny. I'm really starting to freak out here!” Connie said, and Robert looked at her to see that she was sweating like a waterfall. He looked all around the room, because something told him to be on the lookout, and the sense of fear increased so much in him, that he started biting his nails. Hard enough to make them bleed. He looked over and saw that Connie was crying, and also biting her nails just as he was. Donnie was in the feeble position on the floor rocking back and forth. When he spoke his voice was just a mere whisper amongst all the crying and terror.

“I want my mom.” They all did. Robert looked at the typewriter and looked at the sentence he had just typed. It was a coincidence right? He just got scared because he was imagining what was going to happen next. As the fear grew he didn’t even want to walk. He looked at the others to see that they both started screaming.

“It’s getting worse!" Donnie cried sounding like a baby. Robert looked back at the words on the paper.

“Darn karma sucks!” Connie cried. She was now curling herself up in a ball and biting her nails so furiously she started to bleed.

“Do something!” Connie yelled.

“I can't. I'm scared!” Robert replied. He suddenly had the urge to run to the closet, lock himself in, and never come out again. He gripped the chair trying to make he stay there. By now Donnie was just starting to whimper. He was least effected by this, but why?

“Donnie!” Robert said letting go of the chair then immediately plopping on the floor due to fear. “Type all was well!” he was even afraid of the floor. What if it swallowed him up whole?

“But I'm scared!”

“Just do it you idiot or we'll give you something to be scared about!” Connie snapped at him. After she said that however she immediately said “please don’t hurt me. I'm afraid. Don’t be mad at me.” As Robert and Connie rolled into balls, biting their now bleeding nails and even their toe nails, a strange smell started to feel the air. The smell grew, and with a sick sensation, Donnie realized what they had done. They have both crapped on their selves, and not to mention the floor. Connie and Robert both went

“Oh god!” And vomited adding to the chaos and fear. The smell was horrible, and he felt like doing the same thing, lying on the floor like that. He couldn't. He had to end this and he had to end it now. As the smell of crap and pee filled the air He bent over about to vomit. When he didn’t, Donnie stood up with shaking fingers. He was afraid of walking. What if he tripped and hit his head after all. What if he killed himself? A fear that was greater than that took over. He was afraid of Connie beating him up more than falling, so he walked to the typewriter and sat down at it. He was however, afraid of pressing the keys. What if he pressed to hard and the key snapped off and implanted itself in his brain. He started to smell blood behind him, and he heard Robert’s and Connie's now weak but frightened cries behind him. He didn’t know how to type as well as Robert, but he gave it a shot all the same.

The fear went away.

Slowly, he started to be braver. he sat up a tad bit straighter, listened for Robert’s and Connie's reactions, but they were still screaming.

“Oh god, don’t look at me!” Robert’s voice snapped as Donnie turned to Robert’s voice. He wished he could see, but it sounded like he was curled up in a ball.

Robert hated Donnie looking at him like that! He was going to come and chop Robert’s head off!

“Oh god, don’t look at me!” Donnie looked shocked. Just after Robert said that he wanted to sit up, and look Donnie directly in the eyes. Connie stopped crying, and stopped biting her bleeding nails. Robert did the same thing. His nails were bleeding more than hers, and they now lost so much blood they felt sick. That god awful smell was filling the air as well. They all looked at each other in the now silent room.

“So… what just happened here? We got scared I know that, and now Connie and I are bleeding…. And…” he looked down at his pants.

“We crapped ourselves.” Connie said with hysteria in her voice. “Did du know that Mr. Einstein. We crapped ourselves.”