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We’re back again with another story, guys! This has got to be my favourite story suggestion by far! It was so much fun to write! I just hope I did the idea justice haha. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this one, and thanks for reading!
(Also, can you tell I’m still not over WKM? I found myself including quite a few references to it in this XD)
Enjoy!
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“Um…” Chase
Brody said, holding up his t-shirt that was now a lovely shade of hot pink,
“I’m sorry…what the fuck?!” He was standing in the living room of the ego’s
apartment, topless and holding his newly-washed shirt away from him like it had
the plague.
Marin the
Magician, sat on the sofa watching ‘Dynamo: Magician Impossible’ on TV, burst
out laughing.
“What?!” Was
all he could say through his laughter, “What did you do?! Did you wash your
greys with colour or something?”
“I didn’t do
anything!” Chase protested, dropping his arms but keeping a hold of the shirt,
not wanting to put it on and humiliate himself even more. “I just put it in the
wash with everyone else’s clothes and it came out like this!”
Marvin
laughed harder, trying to speak but being unable to.
“I’m glad
someone’s finding this funny…” Chase said, getting slightly aggravated, “How do
I fix this?!”
“I’m…not
sure,” Marvin replied wiping his eyes calming himself down a little, “Hang on.”
With this,
Marvin sat up and cupped his hands around his mouth.
“Hey, Google!”
He called.
A moment later,
Google entered the room. He stopped dead in the centre and stared at them with
cold, emotionless eyes though his dark hair that matched Mark’s. In silence, he
raised an eyebrow, waiting for a question, however all he got in response was
laughter.
“I’m sorry,
I didn’t catch that.” Google said calmly.
“No…it’s
just…” Chase spat out, unable to speak for laughter, “Look…at your shirt…”
Google
furrowed its brow in confusion before looking down at itself. It was then it
realised its usual blue t-shirt with a glowing ‘G’ was now a bright shade of
pink. Even the glowing G was shining a dull pink colour.
“Ah.” Was
all it could say.
“Let me
guess,” Marvin said, “You put your shirt in the same wash as Chase’s?”
“I do not need
to wash, though Wilford suggested I put my clothes into the washing machine in
order to allow me to act more like a human.” Google replied in its dull,
robotic voice.
“Right…”
Chase said. Marvin was clutching his stomach, that was now starting to ache
from laughing.
“May I ask
what you called me in for?” Google asked, still not understanding why his shirt
becoming pink was so funny to the humans, “I do not believe you called me in to
simply laugh at my colour change.”
“Yeah,
Marvin,” Chase said, “What did you call this thing for? It always gives me the
creeps.”
“I was going
to ask it how to wash coloured dye out of clothes,” Marvin replied, “Though
judging by this I doubt it knows either!”
“It’s
literally google, isn’t it?” Chase asked, stepped back as Google glared at him
with cold, glassy eyes, “Google knows everything!”
“I guess…”
Marvin said. After a moment he stood up and said, ”Ok, Google: how do you wash
coloured dye out of clothes?”
After the
usual “bink bink!” sound Google made to indicate it had heard the question,
Google replied:
“How to Get
Dye Out of White Clothes:
1)
Mix a solution of Persil Bio Washing Powder and
the hottest water possible for your fabric.
2)
Soak your clothes in this solution for at least
30 minutes up to a few hours.
3)
Rinse in hot or warm water.
4)
Wash as normal in your washing machine.
5)
If the dye stain remains, repeat Steps 1 to 3.”
“Ok…” Marvin
said slowly, slightly confused, “I don’t think that’s what we want. What do
other people ask for, Google?”
“People also
ask:
How do you get
colour bleed out of clothes?
How do you
remove colour from fabric?
How do I
remove dye transfer from-“
“Alright
guys! Step aside! I’m a doctor!”
Suddenly,
Dr. Iplier strode through the door, the doctor’s coat unsurprisingly tainted
pink. He was shorty followed by two more clones of Mark, one holding a giant
video camera and the other holding a large fluffy microphone.
“Not you as
well!” Marvin chuckled, rolling his eyes.
“Yep. Me as
well.” The doctor replied, glancing down at his coat in dismay, “This was my
favourite coat as well! Goddamn it!”
“Who’s doing
this?!” Chase asked. He was finding it hard to stay mad now that it seemed
everyone else was sharing the same fate. Suddenly, the Mark clone with the
microphone leant close to him, so close their noses were almost touching. “Um…”
was all Chase could say, “Can I help you?” Almost as suddenly as he’d leant
forward, the man turned to the Mark holding the camera.
“It seems the
clothing catastrophe has continued to cause a conundrum, Jim,” Microphone Mark (as Chase had dubbed him since he didn’t know his actual name) said, staring intently into the camera lens, “We don’t know yet
who has caused this disaster, but we WILL find out. Even if we have to summon some
here demons to do it!” As he spoke, Microphone Mark walked round the circle of
egos, studying each of their clothes very carefully and walking around in a weird
squatting position, almost like he was constipated or something. Once he’d gone
around the whole circle, Microphone Mark turned to Camera Mark, said “Back to
you, Jim,” and signalled for the camera man to follow him out of the room in
that same stupid squatting/crawling walk he had.
“Who the
fuck were those two?!” Chase asked after a moment of silence.
“No idea,”
Dr. Iplier replied, “As far as I know, they’re new here. They call themselves
Jim or something stupid like that.”
“Rrrrrright…”
Chase said, “Getting back on topic, they don’t seem to have been (for lack of a
better word) dyed.”
“At least I’m
not the only one,” Marvin muttered, “Has this happened to anyone else?”
“Yeah, they
were some of the lucky ones,” Dr. Iplier said, “Jackaboy said Schneeple’s stuff
has apparently been dyed too, but he’s refusing to come out of his room out of embarrassment.”
“Aww, poor
Schneep,” Marvin said with a chuckle.
“What about
Anti? Or Dark?” Chase asked, “Have they been dyed? Because if so I DEFINITELY
want to see Anti wearing pink!”
“Do Anti or
Dark even need to wash…?” Marvin muttered.
“I don’t
think Anti’s been dyed,” Dr. Iplier said, “Dark though? Well…”
“Dark has
entered the room.” Google, who had stayed quiet this entire time, said.
Everyone turned.
Sure enough,
there was Dark, standing silently in the doorway, his usual deathly black suit
dyed the brightest shade of pink Chase had ever seen. The blue and red aura
that surrounded him seemed more intense than usual, wafting through the room
like smoke. He just stood there, silent, staring intensely at each of the egos
in turn.
Chase had
never seen Dark so angry.
His black
eyes were blazing with fury, and he had his fists clenched at his sides.
“Oh…h-hey
Dark…” Marvin said, trying to hide his chuckles behind his cat mask. Chase had
to turn away to avoid laughing out loud. He knew Dark would literally murder
him where he stood if he made a sound. Dr. Iplier snorted suddenly, clearing having
more trouble than Chase at hiding his laughs, but when Dark shot him a glare of
pure fury he shut up quickly. Google seemed to be the only one who didn’t react
to Dark sudden colour change.
“I see you’ve
been…um…dyed too…” Marvin continued, tears streaming down his cheeks. Dark
narrowed his eyes at Marvin as the red and blue aura grew, clouding up the
whole room.
“Which one
of you did this?” Dark said at last, quietly and calmly. Chase’s heartbeat sped
up slightly. When Dark spoke softly it meant he was REALLY pissed off.
“It was none
of us, I swear!” Chase piped up quickly, wiping his eyes and trying to conceal the
ache in his stomach that had formed from laughing so hard, “Look!” he pointed
at Dr. Iplier’s doctors coat, then his own t-shirt, then Google’s shirt, “And
Marvin didn’t put his clothes in that wash!” Dark narrowed his eyes at Chase
for a moment before relaxing slightly, seeming to believe the story.
“I’m going to
kill whoever did this, I swear…” Dark muttered, “I’ve already had those two Jim
idiots up in my face mumbling something about demons, I do not need this as
well!”
“That’s kind
of the point…we don’t know who did this,” Marvin said, “I mean, this is clearly
some sort of prank, but who do we know that likes to prank people…?”
“And has an
obsession with pink…?” Dr. Iplier added, deep in thought.
Suddenly, it
dawned on them. The one person that loved pranking just about everyone they
could get their hands on. The one person who loved to jump into pools in
pink-striped swimming suits. The one person who had an unhealthy obsession with
pink for a fully-grown man.
Suddenly,
Dark moved, turning and striding out of the room. He stormed up the stairs,
making the stairs creak with each footfall.
“WARFSTACHE!!”
He roared.
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