Life of the Strange

Now Lets Take a Breather

Aardy put her pencil down. Her hand was tired and needed a break from all her creativity. She looked over her work, Evil Spirit's Meat Puppet, and was satisfied over the story she had written.
It was the perfect first chapter to her spellbinding saga.

She shifted in her position on the floor to lay down.
"Pffffffttttttt." She said in the midst of her intellectual success. She was going to take a nap now that she was so successful.

She closed her eyes and yawned. Aardy's brain felt tired. Aardy's whole world felt tired. Maybe after leaving the carousel room she should've thought twice about drinking so many energy drinks at once to get hyped for writing.

But the deed had already had been done.

Now the remains of her excursion was scattered on the floor, plastic energy bottles along with the pieces of bawled up notebook paper with the words "fart" written over and over on the crumpled material.
A true and somber battlefield of her sacred creative process. She set her spoils of the battle to the side of her bed, the infamous first chapter of her next masterpiece set safely in her notebook.

"I'm such a gift to humanity." She mutters, ready for that nap.

There was a knock on the door that made her stiffen. Didn't people know that very talented authors, needed very long naps, between bouts of very awesome creativity? Maybe she should write out a memo.

"It's open." Aardy said, even though she was a very talented author, that needed a very long nap, because of her bout with very awesome creativity.

The door clicked open and swished aside some of the crumpled up paper and energy bottles.

"Aardy, dinner's about to be ready so can you help set the table-" Duke paused from the doorway.
"What-ok it's a mess in here." His eyes scanned the floor. "Oh my what. What. Why is there so many energy bottles in here?"
He moved to pick one up, and he scrutinized its cylinder shape. "Did...did you drink these all at once? Did you drink all of these?" He waved the container animatedly as he talked then.
"Why? Oh my what do you realize how much sugar is in just one of these? Do you know how unhealthy this is?"

"Such is art." Aardy said.

"How did you even manage to get so many and bring them here without dropping any? I don't remember seeing an energy drink trail."

"I stuffed them into my dress and walked carefully like a mama kangaroo."

"Your going to be sick." He looked over at all the empty bottles. "This is not. No. This is not a thing that people do and walk away healthy. Do you know how much sugar you drank? Or what kind of stuff is in this?"

"The energy drink tasted good and I'm smart so I know that tasting good equals health. Plus it says it will give me energy. I'm going to live forever 'cause I'ma filled with smarts and energy and health." She paused. "Also awesome creativity. I just wrote a full length chapter of an awesome story and I'm nailing life right now."
She turned over on her side. "Though I do feel sick. Oh well."

Duke's forehead creased with exasperation. "Well that's what you get for getting into the energy drink supply." He kicked a bottle away from the door. "Really, this seems quite excessive."

Aardy didn't hear 'em. She was busy combating the rising bile in her throat and knew that the excessive energy drink supply was about to make a very surprising and less acclaimed sequel.

"Um...I gotta go," she spurted out.

Dukes face changed from exasperation to worry. "What- are you going to, um, regurgitate?"

She gritted her teeth and nodded.

"Wait right there I saw a waste basket down the hall!" He said dashing out of the room.
In his haste he must've forgotten that they also had a bathroom right around corner she could have used —but Aardy couldn't find the will to move through her queasiness— so to each, his own.

Duke soon reappeared with a small trash can in his hands. The second it was in the splash zone she grabbed it and hurled into it.

"Ah! At least try to keep it all inside the rim," he said, his nose crinkled at the retching sounds. "Ehhh it's getting in your hair." He hesitantly pulled back the loose wisps of hair that was in the line of fire.
He made a uncomfortable-sounding noise.

"This is so gross...some of it got on me I think...this is not good...I think some of this actually got on me oh my what make it stop..." He tried looking away.

The retching sounds finally stopped after a few long moments. Aardy looked up from the rim. "Hey thanks for being a champ puke handler." She said foggily. "I'm gunna go lay down now."
Aardy moved to go crash on her bed after plunking the trash can right next to it incase of anymore needed use.

"I'm..." Duke said looking sick as well. "Im going to go wash my hands." He shot her a look. "No more energy drinks for you, young lady."

"Hyper temptresses made out of eviiiiil." Aardy groaned, pointing to one of the empty bottles on the floor. She looked like a limp fish on her bedspread after her battle with energy drink sickness.

"Yep that's quite right." He said stiffly, feeling the puke germs on him. He paused in the doorway. "So I take it your not going to be showing up for dinner tonight with the rest of us?"

Aardy groaned at him and threw a pillow his way.

"Got the message. I'm going to get you some water, though." Duke stepped out to finally go wash his hands from the stomach projectiles. He didn't think he had much of an appetite now either.

What a story he had to tell now at dinner.