Thirium Heart//Reed900

Chapter 12

(Above picture was drawn by my good friend who goes by Balloratari 1020! It's a drawing of Conan in Ga(y)vin's outfit, and Ga(y)vin in Conan's! Wink wink) 

Gather 'round, children of young and old. Devo has quite the tale for you today. It's a twisty tale of deception and doughnuts. And it all started with a bagel.

  CONAN'S P.O.V

  "FUCK!"  Colton screamed, and the sound of a plate shattering resonated throughout the house.

    "Colton, what did you do?" Dad interrogated, bounding out into the living room.

   "I dropped my bagel," Colton said with such intense, genuine sorrow that I thought something actually bad had happened.

   "What else did you do?" Dad said, exasperated. 

  "Oh, yeah, I also dropped a plate," he said nonchalantly.

   "I think the fact that you broke a plate is more important than your bagel."
  
    "But it was the perfect bagel! I calculated every single component. It's perfectly toasted, with the exact amount of cream cheese to be-"

     "Just clean up the damn plate, Colton." I checked my watch.

  "We have to go soon. How do I look?" Dad, (who was dressed Mr. Krabs,) ruffled my jacket a bit and then wrinkled my shirt. 

    "Perfect," he said. "How do I look?"

    "Also perfect. I can't believe you used to do voice acting for a kids show."   

  "Yeah, I'm glad I dropped from the show and became a cop. My character was pretty bizarre and a genuinely terrible person." Colton bent over to pick up the broken plate and ruined bagel but struggled to pick it up due to his bulky Patrick Star costume. Colin burst out of his room, in his full Squidward costume. 

      "WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA?" He screamed out. 

     "CONNOR, THE ANDROID SENT BY CYBERLIFE!" Connor, in a SpongeBob costume, yelled back in response. I was the only one who didn't go in a costume who didn't adhere to their theme. I firmly refused to dress up as Plankton. My costume was completely original, and I even had the real jacket. I was the real deal. My only problem was that I was too tall to play the role. 

   "Let's hit the road, boys," Dad called, mildly annoyed, and walked out the door. The RK800s rushed out of the house, giggling. I made sure that Sumo was fed, all the lights and the T.V. was off, and that my outfit was covered in enough cat hair to be authentic. (Any guesses on what Conan's costume is? Comment your guess)  

GAVIN'S P.O.V.

   Sometimes I wish I weren't goddamn short. The jacket for my costume was way too big, and the sleeves of the jacket fell past my fingertips. I had to wear 80's SHOULDER PADS to fill in the shoulders. It was warm and comfortable, though, so I didn't mind. The absolute worst part of my costume was the heels. 

      I had to wear high heels to get even moderately close to the correct height. I decided to go for 4-inch heels and prayed to every god I could think of that I would not have to spend a lot of time on my feet today. My heels were slick, black, leather, and just about the most aesthetic thing I had ever seen.  I had a bit of practice walking in the heels, and it was a bit more advanced since I only had time to practice around my cats. 

    I spent most of my time before I left making sure that I wasn't covered in any cat hair. I also worked on my make-up, making sure that it looked genuine. Everything about my costume had to be meticulously perfect. It was completely and perfectly original. I even had the real jacket. I was the real deal. ( Déjà vu, anyone? Comment your guess about Gavin's costume)