The clanging of steel against steel seemed to be getting louder, as was the trash-talking.
Regina sat in the center of the pedestals, apprehensive over what could be the outcome of her daughters’ clash.
To try and keep her attention in one place, she stared at the door in front of her. Annette had been gone for quite some time now.
Once again, Annette was in what looked to be a kind of church. Unlike the churches she witnessed Ox-Head in, however, this one was far brighter and not invoking general coldness of religion.
In fact, the overall atmosphere promised a rather joyous occasion, if not a rather obvious one. It was clear from who was present as well.
This time, Annette saw a slightly older-looking Dennis standing at the altar, sweating profusely.
Yeah, this is just a random post featuring a character who’s been dead for quite some time now.
By the time it was three o’clock, Shark was practically bedridden. He was at least grateful for his father bringing up things he could entertain himself with.
Now Shark was pulling out yet another DVD after watching the whole thing, all while trying not to knock any of his books onto the floor. He then held up two more cases while debating which one to watch next.
“What am I in the mood to watch now?” He asked himself in a voice strained by illness.
A scratchy, yet pleasant sensation was what brought Shark out of slumber the next morning.
He could feel Sinbad nuzzling against the back of his neck. It was sad that he had to make him stop.
“Mornin, Sinbad,” Shark ended up mumbling to him. Right away, Sinbad quit what he was doing.
“Dad?” Shark was beyond terrified over what his father could be thinking right now.
The fact that Dennis hadn’t said anything yet only added to his fear. Trembling uncontrollably, Shark took a few steps closer to him.
“Please say something, Dad…”
Bill’s ‘speech’ turned out to be nothing more than him shouting about aliens, and flipping off anyone who bothered to show up. In the crowd, Shark was probably the only one who didn’t look particularly aghast at this.
Nearby, Shark then caught sight of his Uncle Dudley, and breathed a sigh of relief. Dudley just looked on himself with an expression of disturbed resignation.
“Do people actually want to vote for him,” Shark said to anyone who cared to listen, “or are they just here to watch him make an ass of himself?”
Later that evening, Shark was still reading as he was taking a bath. He made sure not to get his new book all wet, by using a footstool as a makeshift table.
Somewhere outside, he could hear his mother drunkenly singing off-key, which made him cringe and cover his ears. He was at least thankful he locked the door so she couldn’t get in.
Gently setting his book onto the footstool, Shark tried to sink deeper into the hot water. Hopefully he could stay in there until Silver passed out somewhere in the house.
(Note: Homophobic slurs used at some point)
Although it was just the beginning of November, the Christmas decorations were already out.
Shark looked over a package of Starburst flavored candy canes, as he heard Sinbad’s voice in the aisle next to him.
“Yeah, I got them. I’m telling you, Amy, you gotta be more careful next time! Something called birth control? Maybe use it-eh? What?” He was presumably talking into his phone as he walked by.
Shark had been about to bite at the fingers covering his eyes when they pulled back. His anger hadn’t completely left when he turned to greet who’d been covering his eyes.
“What was that for, Sinbad?” His irritated question just made Sinbad snort in amusement.
“Couldn’t help myself, man,” He told him as he lit up a cigarette. “I was taking a break from work and saw you out here.”