Pushed Too Far
Well, I'm working on the previous story I posted, trying to make it longer, so I thought I'd post another short story for the semi-competition.

Now, this was the product of a twelve hour shift, far too much caffiene and not enough sleep. It just kind of poured out - I have no idea where it came from.

Well, here it is:

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"That's it, they've went too far. Far too far. They're going to have to pay, Amadeus. Fire me will, they? I'll show them..."

"Meow?"

"What's that? Why did they fire me?"

"Meow?"

"Well, my feline friend, they said I was freaking people out! Me! Freaking people out? Laughable. They're pushed me too far, Amadeus."

"Meow"

"I knew you would understand, Amadeus. You always know what I'm thinking. It's like we have...a mental connection. Yeah, we have a mental connection. I wonder why I never noticed it before. Hey, Amadeus, what am I thinking just now?"

"Meow?"

"Yes, I was thinking of a steamboat! That's amazing! Okay, let's see if it works both ways...I sense you're thinking...of how a TV show wouldn't have blind viewers? Only blind listeners?"

"Meow"

"That's amazing! We can hear each other's thoughts! But I'm afraid I can't be distracted, Amadeus. I'm on a mission."

"Mreoew?"

"It's my old boss, Mister Peterson. The one who fired me. I went into town and bought some...provisions. I've got something here, in this brown paper bag, that Mister Peterson is dying to meet. He's going to get it, Amadeus, and it ain't gonna be pretty.

"Meow"

"I knew you'd say that Amadeus, and in many ways, you're right. But I need to do this, I can't let him get away with it."

"Mrour"

"I will. And Amadeus, if I...don't come back...I want you to feel free to see other people."

"Meow"

"Goodbye Amadeus"

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SLAM

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CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH

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SLAM

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BRRRRRRMM, VRRRRRRRRRRRMMMM

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"Well, seeing as Amadeus is back in the house, I guess I should talk to you, my invisible friend. I never caught your name, by the way."

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"Really? Jake? You don't look like a Jake...anyway Jake, the reason we're driving this fast is because I have to catch my old boss as he's leaving the office, take him by surprise. Heh, he won't know what hit him."

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"Well, I don't need to watch the road, Jake, you can do it for me. Just yell if I'm about to hit something. So, anyways..."

THUMP

"What the hell? Jake! I told you to yell if you saw anything! Now I just hit that old lady back there, and it's all your fault. WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?"

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"I'm sorry, I'm not mad at you, I guess I should've been just watching the road. But you could've at least warned me! Jeeze..."

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"Hey, Jake, you ever notice how most people spend most of their lives doing things they don't care about? How most people hated their jobs?"

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"Well, I think that's crazy. Those people are crazy, Jake. Not like me and you. I loved my job, and I bet you do too. Hey, what do you do for a living?"

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"Yeah? You sing to fish? I hear there's some good career prospects in the whole fish-singing business. You've good your head screwed on tight, Jake. Good man."

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"What, my job? I loved it, Jake, I loved it. I loved getting dressed up, putting on the baggy pants, the red nose, the facepaint. Entertaining the kids. Juggling, magic, balloon animals - I was the best, Jake. The best! And they fired me. Well, HE fired me. Mister Peterson. The man I'm going to see. And, boy, do I have a surprise for him."

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"He thinks he's invincible. He thinks no-one can touch him. Well, he's wrong. Dead wrong."

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"I can't make any promises, Jake. It might...get ugly"

"Wait a minute, there he is! Shit, he's leaving the office. Here goes..."

SCREEEEEEEEEECH

SLAM

CRUNCHCRUNCHCRUNCH

"What the hell...?"

"Thought you could fire me, eh, Mister Peterson?"

"Colin? What are you doing? And what's that in your hand?"

"I'm gonna show you, Mister Peterson, I'm gonna show everybody!"

"What are you talking about? Hey, don't point that thing at me! Colin, I'm warning you..."

"This is it, Mister Peterson. This is where you pay!"

PSSSSSFFFFFFFTTTTT

"What the hell? Silly string? Are you mad?"

"And have some of this..."

SPLAT

"A custard pie? You've ruined my new suit! You lunatic!"

"Hah, and what are you gonna do about it?"

"I'm gonna kick your ass, you little punk!"

"Jake! Run!"

CRUNCHCRUNCHCRUNCHCRUNCHCRUNCHCRUNCHCRUNCH

"Keep up Jake!"

CRUNCHCRUNCHCRUNCHCRUNCH

PANT PANT

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"Whew, I think we lost him!"

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"That was close, Jake! Lucky you were there - I could never have managed that on my own. C'mon, let's go home. Amadeus will have the dinner on..."

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How is this a scary story, you may ask? Well, it allows you a view into what exactly my mind was thinking at the time. And that's a scary thought indeed.

I haven't counted the words - I'm far too tired, and I've got another twelve hour shift to look forward to tomorrow, so I'm off to bed.

EDIT Changed the ending

Feel free to leave any constructive criticism in the replies.
(Pavlov's Frog figures no-one really reads sigs anyway, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 0:44, 4 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Haha!
Nice one!
Very engaging, and made me laugh too.
( Cawl, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 2:20, Reply)

*chuckles*
*clicks*

Thought you'd gone a bit "Kaol" at the start ... if you know what I mean?
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Sun 6 Jul 2008, 9:26, Reply)

Brilliant
now make it a weebl style cartoon for bonus points :)
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Sun 6 Jul 2008, 11:23, Reply)

Pffft.
I think I know this guy...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Sun 6 Jul 2008, 12:46, Reply)