So there we were. An oompa loompa, a zombie, a ghost and a human way in above their little (im)mortal heads. The line of action seemed obvious. We should look at this ritual. I reached for the frumpled up paper in the right pocket of my parachute pants - did I mention how much I love parachute pants. I could go into detail about my outfit, like some other infamous writer loves to do, but I think there are more important things right now than my black fishnet and corset top with the number 666 on it.
I unfolded the page from the spellbook. As Bestie, Ben and I laid our eyes on the contents we couldn't help but notice...
"...what is this?" Ben was first to ask.
"This seems to be..." Bestie and I started, almost synchronously.
The paper read:
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway. Because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black...
"The entirety of the bee movie script."
"With stage notes it looks like?" Bestie said as she noticed the 'Barry enter left' at the top of the page.
Now what could this possibly mean? Either of two things: 1. Shriona is the biggest troll ever (figuratively) 2. We need to perform this and that is the ritual. I explained my thoughts to my lovely friends and they looked at me like I was a bee that just asked a human about their interest in a specific improv-based genre of music.
"What else can we really do?", I pleated. "It's either we do nothing or we take one and a half hours to read all this to each other and maybe it'll do something."
Somehow this convinced the crew. But right outside the chocolate factory probably wasn't the best place to do all this, so we started looking for a better .. stage. We ended up walking down to a nearby river and found a beach lined by trees that looked like some group of acting students might use to perform impromptu shakespeare in the middle of the night. It was perfect. We divided the roles. And then we started our best and only rendition of the bee m- play. The bee play? That sounds wrong. You know im starting to think I might be infringing some copyright here and there but what really is fanfiction without the mention of a few known characters.
Anyway. We continued. Ghost bestie, our lovely Barry, played her role passionately. As did I, as Vanessa Bloome. We hadn't expected this, but our passionate performance actually drew an audience. People walking their dogs stopped to record, people jogging decided to 'take a break', panting with their hands on their knees as they watched this stupid group of college kids in ridiculous costumes recite the bee movie - from one shared script. It was beautiful.
Ghost Bestie (Barry): "But I have another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined."
Me (Vanessa): "I don't want to hear it!"
And after the repollinisation and final flight scene, we finally reached the end of it. And nothing happened. Bestie was still a zombie, and Bestie's ghost still a well ... ghost. How could this be?
The applause from our audience, that we had not noticed the sheer size of until they started making noise, was like a call back to earth. Startled we looked at each other and at the people. And bowed? I guess? Did they want us to do a speech now? But Ben was already talking.
"Thank you for watching! To be honest, we weren't really expecting this, so I'm sorry that we can't provide anything else..."
"Can I take a selfie with yall!" A voice yelled from the back.
Ben looked at Bestie and I. I raised my shoulders in a "sure, why not" and soon there was a line of people wanting to take pictures with us. No one questioned the incredibly realistic ghost cosplay of one of our members. Or the fact that we were wearing these 'costumes' at all.
The people started to dissipate as the dark began to fall. They wanted to be home for dinner I guess. And I noticed I was extremely hungry. Bestie had helped herself to a rabbit while no one was looking, but my and Ben's stomachs were starting to rumble. But we also had srs bsnss to discuss. Namely why there were still two besties.
"So..." ghost Bestie initiated. "Why am I still here?"
"I'm asking myself the same question" Bestie said to me, expectedly.
"I don't know" I simply stated a fact there. "I guess I was wrong. But hey, it was fun right?"
"So we think Shriona is a giant troll?" Bestie asked, with a serious face, not at all amused.
"No, Shriona wouldn't do that." Ben said thinkingly "What I think happened was that either one of you was not fully comitted to this ritual." He looked withs suspicious eyes between the two besties. "Maybe even both."
The Besties looked at each other in shock. "No! Why would we?" I noticed something. I knew Bestie and I knew when she was lying. Her ear twitches when she lies. Their ears were twitching.
"Ugh I can't handle this right now" I sighed. I wish some young hot guy came up to us and invited us to his house party so I could forget all of this for a moment.
And right when I thought that, as if I was the main character of some sort of badly written fanfiction, a man seperated from a group of chatting people still here from our 'show'. He looked more like a zombie than bestie did. Well maybe a vampire? I will go into great detail for this outfit because it was so peculiar and because it is funny.
His hair was fried from the amount of times he's bleached and dyed it - currently sporting a split dye of dirty blonde with some faded blue color. He was wearing some kind of dress pants and a mesh shirt that was VERY see-through. What struck me most about the look however, was the make-up. Under his eyes, he had smudged black eyeshadow and he was wearing colored contacts - white ones. He looked like a proper demon. And started talking to us.
"Yoo you guys were awesome!"
Ok crazy man, if you say so.
"Actually, I was thinking, I'm throwing a party tonight - a masked ball if you will" signing at his outfit "and seeing that you guys are already dressed the part..." He looked at Zombie and Ghost Bestie "You should come! It's at my house, right around the corner from that big ass factory over there! Starts in like an hour or two" He paused and looked at me and seemed to think for a second. "I forgot to tell you guys my name, didn't I?"
Though slightly less mentally insane, he still seemed a little - very - weird.
"I'm Jackson. Wang" He winked and walked off.
"Wait!" Bestie ran after him, grabbed him by the shoulder and seemed to ask him a question. We couldn't hear them well from where we were standing, so soon Ben followed.
Now it was me and ghost Bestie here. I was about to also run after the vampire-demon-ghost-zombie man that just randomly invited us to his party, but I felt something in me that was holding me back.
"Actually..." ghost Bestie suddenly said "I think I need to say something."
