The all too familiar story of a man living with his parents, upset with his life. Mom and Dad have left for a bit, giving the man a day to himself, so he decides to spend his day wallowing in his own misery. When all seems to be going to plan, guess...
I was awestruck by the sight that had appeared before me. Mung Daal, standing right in my kitchen, apparently had some business with me. His hands were on his hips and he was looking up at me with a look that perfectly showed his smug demeanor. I could only try and contain my excitement by making short, breathy squeeing noises and excessively rubbing my face. I looked him over; Despite his show being cancelled nearly a decade ago, he still looked as good as ever. His blue skin looked beautiful, his whiskers extremely well kept, and his large, bulbous nose still protruded with a sense of unmatched eroticism. Although I had previously acknowledged his presence, I did not make eye contact for the longest time as to start a confrontation, but I later would remark at the sheer tenacity expressed in those beady little pupils of his. At some point even I felt this stare-down had been going on long enough, so I once again initiated a conversation with a timid "so... what brings you here tonight, Mung?"... He responded in his loudmouth, yet somehow delicate voice "well, as I already said, I'm here to rock your world. But as for specifics, weeeeeeee'll get to that later onnn". The way he dragged out his words, although evocative of a person having a stroke, was so hot it caused my emotional high to reach a bursting point and I jumped up & down as a ribbon of semen rocketed from my penis, staining the inside of my trousers. He looked annoyed at my outburst but I don't think he noticed the ejaculation so this was a win in my book.
He continued, "soooo... what're you doing at the table?" I really didn't want to admit to Mung that I was part of the goth subculture, so I responded with a quick, "nothing" in an attempt to quell his suspicion. "Nope. You're doing something alright" he said as he strutted his way towards the table. My trip into pleasure city was being interrupted ; now I really started to panic internally. Mung hopped onto one of the chairs and saw the yearbook. Now beads of sweat were making their way down my forehead, so I promptly wiped myself with my trusty hand towel which I always have with me just in case something like this happens. While in the midst of my wiping session, Mung spoke, "so I see you were doing one of those...curse thingies on your friends". "No!" I responded. I would hate to lie to Mung but thankfully this statement was true; I really don't have any friends. "-Buddy, I see the gargoyles. The ruse is up, I know you're doing a curse". He then waved his arms in the air and was all like "waitwaitwaitwait wait wait waitwait". He paused, looked back at me, and with a cheeky smile on his face, he asked "you're not one of those... GOTHS, are you?" Ashamed, I put my head down and responded "yes". Mung immediately burst into laughter at my admittance. "HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!!!! GOTHS ARE SUCH FAGS!!" he screamed. I sat down and got into the fetal position for the second time that night. I couldn't tell how long I sat there for, listening to Mung's jovial shrieks over my goth-ness. I started to cry again, a cry that first started as a sniffle but evolved into pain-filled wails that eventually got Mung's attention.
"Aaw. Quit your crying" he said. "You can change your ways, all you need to do is act like me". I was a bit put off by this. After all, who was he to denounce my culture? But in my current state, lying blubbering on the floor, I was in no position to judge him. And "act like him?" What does he mean, become a chef or something? My cooking has always been shit so that was out of the picture. He continued, "alrighty, kid, you got a computer? I need to show you something". I did have a computer in my room, but it had some things on it that I wouldn't want Mung to see. In my parents absence, I had left my computer with violent pornography playing in the background, and several tabs of smutty fanfiction. Without a response from me, Mung answered his own question, saying "of course you have a computer! Why dont'cha take me to it?" and holding out his hand. I was still thinking of a plan to escape any further humiliation, so I continued to lay there. He was growing impatient, "GET A MOVE ON, SONNY! WE AIN'T GOT ALL NIGHT!" I got up, looked him in the eyes, and told him "I have to use the bathroom", making him go silent. I then turned the corner toward my room, thinking how convenient that corner was for my current situation as it would conceal my actual location within the house, and removed my sketchy tabs. Yes! another porn crisis averted! From my room I called for Mung to come near. He approached my room hesitantly, presumably thinking that I was asking for some help in the bathroom, but after seeing my sitting at my computer, he returned to a normal pace and joined me at my desk.
"Eeugh, you smell like shit. Did you wash your hands in there?" Mung inquired as he entered my dark inner sanctum. While I was insulted by his remark at my hygiene, I did a slight smirk at the assurance that my plan had worked. He made his way to my desk, requesting me to leave my chair so that he could take it. While he struggled to climb onto my chair, I asked if he needed help or not, and even in dim glow of the monitor, the face he made was so triggered it caused me to cringe, knowing I just crossed a line that I dare not cross again. Returning his face to the screen, Mung grabbed my keyboard, saying "you need to check this out". He then typed facebook.com into the search bar and took to the homepage of a site that at the time was unfamiliar to me. He turned back to me in the chair, smiling and spreading his arms "This.. is facebook", he said
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I went back to my desk to more clearly see the sight in front of me. Mung seemed to understand my intrigue, backing away from the monitor but staying in the chair that would keep him at eye level with the computer. He began to explain to me the ins-&-outs of the site, how messaging works, various profiles including his own and my mother's, and some cool memes. "here's the real kicker" he said; he knew he had me at the edge of my seat. "we can find the profiles of all those kids in that yearbook and hit them up!" My face instantly lit up, he smugly looked to me and nodded slowly. I motioned for him to take the keyboard. He took it back eagerly, saying, "here's what we're gonna do" and with a few keystrokes, pulled up a new and fascinating page. "You remember the name Sasha Lee?" I said nothing, the monitor said it all. In front of me was a webpage detailing a party in my area. I looked on with a face filled with curiosity and dark temptation. Sasha Lee, my highschool crush, seemed to be in a similar situation to me. At Mung's request, I carefully read the page: "Come down 2 my place for a rip snortin gud time! mom and dad are away and i have the place 2 myself. there wil b a ppool, drinks, and cute grils liek meeee all up in here!! starts at 10pm and ends wenever the fuck i want!!! habbening TONIGHT" . Once I finished reading, Mung added, "and you and I, are going to that party", much to my dismay. I never was good with the ladies, and as I'd mentioned before, had never been to any parties. The girl I was interested had hardly known me, as she was only assigned as a math tutor to me in 11th grade with no further contact after that. I started to stutter profusely at Mung's declaration, an act which caused him to slap me across the face. "You're NOT backing out offf THIS one" he screamed. "Besides, it's only 8:20. The party starts in two hours." I interjected "that's hardly enough time to get ready! How am I going to prepare myself in two hours, let alone drive there!? I don't even have a car!"
Mung cut me off, straightening his gaze towards me and saying"Oh, I'll get you there, alright. I'll even prepare you.... Just wait and see how I'll do it. Get ready for the night of your life, kid"
