Patrick stump imagines •COMPLETED•

Doctor benzedrine ~part 1~

You were a baby sitter and watching a little boy named James and today something seemed off about the boy. Having to call him four times to come over to you and not showing any emotions, just stone faced. You were cutting up strawberries into little slices so he can chew properly, but when you turned around you saw absolutely transfixed on the cartoon he was watching. Your eyebrows knitted together to get a better look of the tv.

Something was off... The show had a strange art style, something different than a normal kids show. The show was just different in general and strange. "James?" You called out firmly. He didn't flinch or move an inch. He just sat there, wide eyed looking at the tv.

You placed the knife down next to the paper plate and calmly walked over to the tv. "James." You said firmly. He didn't move one bit. "James!" You said firmly and turning off the tv. The boy snapped out of the trance and looked up at you wide eyed and the plump pink lips slightly parted.

"Honey what happened?" You asked going down to the small boys level. His shoulders lifted as a confused look painted on his face. "Let's eat your strawberries and then take a nap, okay?" You said as you picked him up. He nodded and you placed him in his highchair and fed him the fruit.

After doing that you went upstairs and placed the small boy in his crib. You read him a bed time story and hugged him for a good rest. You hopped down the steep stairs and glanced at the flat screen tv. What's so strange about that show and why it sent him into a trance. You picked up the remote and pressed the on button. The tv flickered and then the show turned on.

The cartoon played in a dramatic style with strange and enchanting music. Something green started to leak out of the tv. You touched it, curious of the the substance. Once your fingers were submerged into the gooey green substance.
Your body begins to feel light weight like you're on clouds.

Then it all went white....

You wake up to blaring lights, loud voices and colors in every corner of your eye. You felt multiple tugs on both of your arms. Forceful. They were photographers, interviewers and journalists. You got out of their grip almost falling on the brightest grass you have ever seen. Then something holding in front of you stunned you.

A carousel spinning around, all of those horses in that damned art style. Then you saw 4 men all in strange outfits. All short with an instrument in hand. One had long curly brown hair with a bright red hat and suit with a guitar. He seemed kind of drunk and out of it.

Next was one covered with colorful tattoos with long puffy ginger hair. He had a green suit with a green top hat and a set of drum sticks. Next was one with a sinister painted on smirk with fluffy black hair. What he had on seemed like the stuff you watched in Disney movies. But the next one was the one who caught your eyes the most. Surprisingly since he's the shortest.

A chubby little man with a bright yellow suite and a tall feathery hat. He had cute pink cheeks with a pink heart placed on his plump lips. He was purely adorable. But surrounding the carousel was a moat with a strange green bubbling liquid. Looked and smelled like death. Made you gag.

"Hello doll" You heard a smooth voiced yet soft voice speak. Rich like chocolate, you can get addicted to it. Your head immediately sparked up to the man in yellow. His plump lips molded into a smile as you guys made eye contact.

"Jump."

"What?"

"You heard me, jump." He said softly.

The jump looked a foot and a half wide. You back up and ran and to a giant leap towards the moat, and hey, you made it. The man in yellow tugged at your hand and pulled you up on the ride. It spun its course slowly. Every inch of the vibrant green grass was covered in photographers and new people coming in, confused, like you.

But one wrong step they turned to a "suite heart" according to sunshine over here. He placed his arm on my hip and then I felt a sharp pinch in my neck. I was then out like a light.