Tough SL (A Minho Fanfict)

Chuck's Stages of Fandom

Remember in the first chapter when Rat man mentioned Chuck's stages of fandom? Well, here they are!

~Janson/Rat man

"Alright people, give me your reports about the newest test subject." I sat down in my rolling chair.

"Sir, we have his... uh... stages of... a-adoration for the other two test sub-"

"For crying out loud!" Teresa interrupted Brenda. " We have his stages of fandom." She stated bluntly.

"Ehem. Yes, we do have... his stages of fandom. We have footage of the phases he has surpassed."

"Well, where is it?"

"Please look at the screen behind you." Brenda gestured behind my head. A screen turned on and showed me a curly haired boy on a medical bed.

"Here, we are implanting his new love for... the two test subjects. He's currently going through a little bit of a mental breakdown due to slight pain of direct communication from our lab to the microchip in his head." Teresa spoke. The boy suddenly started to squeal. Oh. My. God... He suddenly jolted to the left, and his whole body vibrated like a possessed soul. His squealing got so loud the audio started to beep and pop.

"Moving on!" Teresa said over the beeping and squealing. The screen went hazy, then switched to another scene. The boy was up high in a tree branch with binoculars. He had a note pad and pencil with an unfinished skillfully drawn picture of the two people he was spying on. Being the stalker this obsession has made him, he was looking through the binoculars silently squealing, again with the squealing, and his branch started to crack. Before I knew it, the lad plummeted down to land on the couple before him.

"We don't know why he squeals, but a hypothesis is that the squealing comes from being mentally touched in a part of the kill zone, I remember the test subject referring to them as feels." Brenda informed me.

"Next?" I looked up from my notes. The screen changed. The next image was a little frightening. The young boy was creeping up from behind Thomas, a neon yellow strip of tape in his right hand. The young boy pulled at Thomas's belt loop, and slapped his tape in between his...My God... Help this boy.

"AHHHHHHHH." Thomas cried.

"What does this show? How on our obliterated Earth, is this helpful?!" I raised my voice. Thomas fell to the ground, and the plump boy started to drag him away by the foot.

"Oh... We don't have anything to say except, our experiment has had a negative side affect. Obsession is not good for the brain, as shown in the other test subject Gally." Teresa concluded.

"I do not want to see anymore. I have seen enough. I have come to my own conclusion that this obsession gives people mental problems, verbally tell me what this boy is going through and be on your way so I can look deeper into this." I waved my hands at the two.

"Yes sir."

"Anyway, he has been through confusion, interest, struggle, emotional conflict, and is currently going through obsession although we aren't too sure if that's a phase or a permanent affect." Teresa concluded.

"Thank you for the presentation. You are dismissed."

"Yes sir." I hear the glass doors close, and take a deep breath. God, that kid and any other poor soul who has been exposed to whatever Brenda and Teresa created, need help. I wonder what those two implanted into his head...
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At The Glade

~Chuck The Fabulous

Part two of my mission, Begin! By tomorrow night, Reynho will be together again!... In bed- Maybe. No! Focus on the mission... Focus on the mission... and Minho will say to Reyna "I-... No! Focus on the mission... Focus on the mission...

"Du-Duh Du-Duh... Du-Duh DUN! Du-Duh Du-Duh... Du-Duh DUN!" I sing my entrance music. Being as stealthy as I can, (which isn't a lot) I sneak my way into Reyna's room.

"HEY!" Someone caught me. Drat! Someone ran up to Reyna's door as I stepped inside her room.

"HWAH!"I did that really cool move I saw Minho use on Gally the other day when they got into another fight. I jumped, spun, and kicked the guy in the face! He flew back, and hit a wall. Hard. Minho would be so proud of me right now. In reality though, I tripped an fell in the middle of my jump, and accidentally kicked the guy in the balls. He doubled over, and I loudly close the door with my foot, as I was trying to catch my breath on the ground. Skills, I thought to myself.

"Chuck! Are you okay?" I felt myself being hauled up by the armpits, back to my feet.

"Psh, yeah, I'm fine. Just showing that guy who's boss!" My fake smile of triumph was soon wiped off my face when I saw Reyna's face. Red puffy eyes, stained cheeks, and tears hanging off her chin like the bats clinching under her eye lids.

"Um, hey, what's up Chuck? Haven't seen you around." She quickly wiped her tears with her arm.

"Yeah... No. Reyna, what's got you crying?"

"Nothing."

"Really?"

"Mhm..." She nodded her head.

"Where have you been all day?" I quickly ask her.

"The sick room, and Frypan's kitchen." She replies with as much speed.

"Are you on your period?" I ask quicker.

"No." She quickly shook her head.

"Have you been eating?"

"Now and then..." She says a little slower than her previous answers.

"If Minho said sorry, would you forgive him?"

"What? Say that again, a little slower..."

"I don't need to repeat myself, you heard loud and clear what I said." I looked her in the eye. Her eyes were stony yet shown vulnerability.

"If it was like the apologies in my fantasies than- Who what?- I mean it depend on how he does it." She gave me a small smile.

"Alright... Well, feel better! Please come to dinner tonight, okay? See you then!" I run out of Reyna's room, and head to the outhouses where another mission awaits. I shouldn't have eaten those 4 week old grapes! 😬