Distasteful (slow af updates)

chapter five

i wake up from my slumber and automatically find that my pillows and blankets aren't comforting me anymore, and instead chilling on the air mattress my mother assigned to the demon that is her best friend. i notice a little sticky note on my stomach. it reads: "don't even think about saying  a word when you go downstairs." that's vague. i didn't catch any consequences in that note, but i guess i won't use my vocal cords for a while.

i calmly go down the stairs and my mother halts her conversation with jenna and greets me, expecting a reply. i automatically reply with a simple "hey" and notice jenna point at her forearm and nod her head at mine. i look at where she's nodding and my eyes go wide when i find out it says "strike one." jesus! she is committed! this makes me wonder where else she wrote on my body... i'm too lazy to look. i go to the kitchen and look in the fridge to get the ingredients for my usual snack, pb&j. it may sound generic and boring, but it's really good. i eat it more than i'd like to admit... after a few seconds of rummaging around the fridge, i sadly realize that we have no more pb or j.

"mom, when's the next time we're going to the store- ow!" "what?!" "uh, never mind!" did- did someone just blow a dart at me?! and it landed on my upper thigh... i quickly pull the dart out and hiss in pain. there's a sticky note attached to it: "strike two." ugh... of course it was jenna, who else is crazy enough to blow a dart at someone? okay, i need to be more aware of my voice... i limp to the bathroom, not wanting a snack anymore.

after doing my business on the john, i reach for the- we're out of toilet paper... how delightful. (not.) and i can't ask unless i want to know what happens after the third strike. i awkwardly sit on the toilet, unknowing of what to do. i hear jenna gasp and say "oh! i forgot to replace the toilet paper roll! i'll be right back." to which my mother replied with "oh, thank you for remembering!" heck. she's gonna come barging into the bathroom isn't she... but the doors locked- i hear banging on the locked door followed by stern "open up"'s "okay, oka-" i gasp, knowing it's my third strike. dammit. dammit! i slowly unlock the door and jenna barges in and gets in my face and whispers "strike three." and calmly leaves the bathroom, with the door open, as if nothing had happened. of course she would do that.

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hahaha............... hi. i've been gone for two years but i finally got some ideas again. also i've realized that tyler joseph's wife's name is jenna, so... the jenna i write about in this story is not jenna joseph. little disclaimer there that was prolly unneeded. welp.