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Marshall woke up in the morning at 8:59 am, not ready for today's challenges.
He got up and went to his makeshift closet, and took his usual clothes out and wore them instead of his pajamas.
... He recently remembered that he had a date to catch.. A DATE AT THE FUN FAIR THAT HE DIDN'T EVEN-
He put his sneakers on and immediately made a dash to the outskirts of town, tripping a bit on some rocks, pushing passerby by passerby out of his way, not wanting to disappoint the man that he "wanted" to go on a date with.
He was 15 minutes in and he was already at uptown, just a little bit more..
After 30 of the minutes, he has finally made it to the outskirts of town, breathing heavily and stumbling to the ticket booth to see his date. "U-uh, heya! It's.. Marshall, I guess." Marshall greeted tiredly, getting up first thing in the morning and jogging to the funfair wasn't really fun for a guy who has the weakest lungs on earth.. "S--sorry I'm kinda late, I.. erm.. slept in.." Marshall admitted sorrowfully. "I- w-well, Marshall, It's... O-okay! I don't mind- I h-honestly thought you were joking! Because I didn't see you coming, and I thought I came too late.." Randy mentioned. Marshall sighed, and then went up to the ticket booth. "H-how much for 2 tickets?" Marshall asked, met with a response that was "2$."
Marshall then dug into his pockets looking for 2$, then finding it and paying. "Alright, Randy, l-let's go.." He offered Randy his hand, and Randy took it.
"Uh.. Wwhat ride do ya wanna go on first..?" Marshall prayed that it was not a ride that was too fast, due to his NOT epic motion sickness.. "W..well, we can go on the carousel maybe? Th..that would be nice." Randy offered.
"Huh.. Alrighty, I guess.." The duo then strolled to the carousel and got on it.
"Hey, this is nice..!" Marshall exclaimed softly, enjoying how slow the ride goes.. "I-I'm glad you enjoy it!"
They both paused into a pretty awkward silence.
"..S-so, how's.. life?" Marshall asks quietly. "W-well, not sooo well.. B-but.. It's better here.. w-with you!" Randy flirts. (Is it poorly? I do not know!!) "..I- uh- well- Cool! Coolbeans!" Marshall sputters out, slightly pressing his fingers together.
"..I- hm- h-hope you d-don't.. mind me asking b-but.. h..how is it bad in a way..??" Marshall asks, hoping he wouldn't upset Randy.
"W..well.. I got a p-pack o' misfortune when- uh.. A-a long time ago- I-I went on a date h-here.. a-and like-" He sighs, before continuing to explain. "It was a bit ago- so, uhm.. Basically, I went on a date here.. with another person- then they were bummed out that I couldn't ride ANYTHING faster than the hotdog stand (which is stationary..) Then I saw this- cabinet like-thing? 'Madam Mediocre.' A-and, I was intrigued n' stuff.. Sso, I went to check it out! u-UH.. after a few encouragements from my then-date, I inserted the quarter- and the machine came to life- lights n' all.. saying something like uh.. "Put your hands upon my glass and I shall read your aura and gaze upon your future!" I was terrified, admittedly- I mean, I already had a REAL, LIVE WOMAN next to me- might aswell have been a triple date at that point-! As soon as I just brushed my hands against the glass- the machine started screaming at me as if I'd just set off a air-raid alarm! It kept screaming the saamee words over n' over again at a deafening volume- "YOUR FUTURE IS FORFEIT. YOU WILL DIE ALONE AND MISERABLE. GO FUCK YOURSELF." I-" Randy explains halfway. "O-oh golly-" Marshall felt quite worried. "Uh- not gonna lie- What followed up wasn't my finest hour, to say the least-" Randy sighs. ",,,What happened?" Marshall questions, curiously. "W-well, my fight or flight instincts kicked in and I screamed like a schoolgirl witnessing a murder and throttled the machine. Causing it to fall onto me. It was wailing for the whole ordeal- It took four MEN to lift it off me. I was pretty banged up but, h-hey! My head was juust in one piece- meaning I was still alive n' kicking." Randy does a small thumbs up. "O-oh, I mean, that's nice! I wouldn't have met you if you were- y'know.." Marshall's exclaim turns into a worried sigh. "I stumbled around- admittedly having a pretty bad concussion. My date asked me if I was okay, then I uhh-...." Randy cuts himself off for a moment. "Then you..?" ... "Kiinda stumbled hands first and grabbed her— ...Uh.. Mammery-melons." Randy imparted embarrasedly. "....ah." Marshall gawked.
"That must of sucked for you.." Marshall empathizes.
"Y-yeah- and which she responded to by screaming and pushing me, causing me to fall backwards and bang my head on a rock, which essentially split my head open and all of my circuits n' wires just- spilled out. I woke up a few days later in the ER, apparently the doctors managed to patch me back up with.. some difficulty." "Mhm.." "The blunt force of the rock kinda dented and messed up my internie internals- Y'know, my brain and such.. They all managed to get some parts in one piece, just struggled to get the misshapen parts back into my head. Basically, if I took the bandage off, my head goes kaboom." Randy then finishes explaining. "..Ah, I see, b-but.. Um.. Why do you have.. "fuckface" written on the bandage?" Marshall inquires.
"Oh, yeah. That. Well, while the doctor was putting the finishing touches on my head, I was telling him about my evening, my date and to when the machine fell on me. And the doc laughed, stating it was a pretty small world and that his daughter had ALSO gone on a date at the same funfair, on the same night as the accident- and that her date had also had been crushed by the fortune telling machine before groping her and falling backwards and-" "Oh, dear." Marshall whispers.
"At that point, the doctor just realized how small the world really is, and decided to write 'fuckface' across my bandage 'cause of the 'groping his daughter' fiasco."
"And I guess the writing was.. unwashable?" Marshall ponders.
"Yep." Randy finishes.
>> AHH FUCK RANDOM BULLSHIT GO- I MEAN TIMESKIP GO!!!
"..T-thanks for the nice night out, by the way, Marshall." Randy approved.
"A..ah, no problem Randy! U-uh.. Guess I'll be seeing you laatteer..?" Marshall blurts out, unsure of himself.
Thus, the night ended and Marshall returns home to his rundown house and going to bed in the same clothes he wore today.