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You never really had guests up here. Not when you were a kid, and you hope not when you were gone either. The idea of someone in your room, touching your things, regarding your taste in wall decorations... it gives you the skeeves. Big time. Unless it was like, mom or dad or something, you guess.
Bea had gone to the effort of dragging a stool all the way up stairs so your laptop wouldn’t burn another hole in your jeans. You had insisted you could do it yourself, but, heck- you’re not much taller then the damn ass rester, so it probably wasn’t the ordeal for her it would’ve been for you. Curse your tiny legs to death!
“See, this old-timey stuff just isn’t scary. I can literally see a guy holding up the mic right there!”
“Beebee you gotta appreciate the classics. Back in my day, we didn’t have fancy schmancy computer pictures, just buckets of pig blood and random hot girls off the street.”
Bea snorted. “Alright, calm down grandma. We have the same 'back in the day', and I’m just saying, CGI can do a lot that practicals can’t.“
You pause the movie. As much as you wanna watch the scythe man killer (is it named after the man with a scythe who kills or the man who kills the scythe man???) kill again for the 100th time, this transgression can not stand.
"What? Bea, no, CGI is like, the worst ever of all time? Forever?”
Bea crossed her arms. “Didn’t you see Dandelionfield, or like, the new Lordasaurus? You think that they could’ve done that with practical effects? Get with the future Maeday, times are changing. It's not y2k anymore.”
No. No now she goes to far. “Dude. My dude. My very special dude up until this very moment. Dandelionfield eefing sucked.”
Bea looks absolutely aghast at the truth you just dropped on her. Maybe she’s come to her senses and movie night can continue. “You eefing suck, Dandelionfield was great! That found footage style- who else had done that before? And the big ass kaiju at the end?” Okay. You will admit, the monster looked rad as heck.
“Uhhhhhh excuse you but the Mayor Witch Project did found footage first? And it was like, the scariest best thing ever? Like pee your pants for hours scary?”
“Oh, really? I never saw that one. Kinda sounded dumb. I mean, a Witch Mayor?”
Your jaw practically drops off your skull and drills into the earths core and ruptures space and explodes the sun. “You've never seen Mayor Witch?! Oh my god. Oh my god.”
“What?”
“Oh my god screw this entry level normie bullshit.”
Bea snorts again.
“We are watching that shit right now. Hold on- I got the DVD right here. Oh my god. Bea. You’re gonna have S C A R S.”
You fell asleep at some point, you don't remember. Damn your tiny tired frame, can’t even keep you going for what may well have been the most important work you’d ever do. You peek one eye open, and notice through the blurry crack in your vision the movie is paused. Right before it got really spooky. Damnit, when the world needed you most to spread this good word, you let it down.
Looking past the monitor, you notice Bea putting her shoes back on, and getting up to leave. She starts to turn back to you, so you quickly shut your wandering eye, and feign deep sleep. You feel her hands touch you, and you begin to wonder if you should say something. Its. Kinda weird being repositioned while still awake? Really unnatural feeling. Waking life was not meant to know this sensation. You feel her pull the covers up, and you relax. Your mission was ultimately unsuccessful, and heck, you don't think you even won the argument? But still. It was pretty fun.
But then you feel her kiss your forehead, and your brain turns to mush.
“Goodnight, Maeday.”