“Hey man, what’s up?” Trav greeted with a sly gesture with his two fingers, gliding off of the rails from the second floor leading into the secret headquarters of the CS production chamber; my basement.
“To be honest, Trav, I’m a little fretful,” Willy replied, sitting at the computer desk of Andy’s laptop. It was quite easy to establish between the other workstations in the basement, for the simple reason it was the only one there, and all of the Cheetos crumbs scattered around the desk after getting high off of some type of hallucinogenic drugs.
“Really? What’s up Willy-man?” Trav said, walking toward his best friend in the basement. He moved toward Willy, getting 2/3 too close to his personal space, for which Willy replied with a simple disgruntled frown.
“I was really looking forward to chapter 5 today. It seems Andy intends to delay the chapter because of his own incompetence to stimulate any source of incentive to write the chapter.” Willy said, leaning back against the black leathered rocker chair, his hands behind his head. Trav looked on, and folded his arms.
“Oh well, what can you do?” Trav began, with a brief shrug, and a sinister smirk. “Except go to his freakin’ house, duck tape him to his door, skank ride his horse and bum screw his inflatable girlfriend!” Trav exclaimed excitedly, seeming to believe he had just spewed the greatest plan since the concept of buttered toast.
Willy looked at Trav with the look that clearly told him straight up his idea was horrible. “Or, we could just wait diligently for the next chapter. I mean, he obviously has enough time to write up a short like this to entertain the very few people who actually read this blog, right? He’ll get around to it eventually, the least we owe him is our patience and indulgence.” Willy said, closing his eyes. “Besides, we’re technically in his house now, in his fictional basement, anyway. He actually writes all of these chapters on his desk or bed, depending on whether or not he’s feeling like a lazy ass, and anything short of a workstation is skewered by the crumbs of cheese hoagies.”
“Yeah, I suppose man,” Trav said. “Either way, is it really a loss anyway? Only like, what, two people actively read this blog?”
“One, actually. The other dude just reads whenever he thinks of it, or something. I don’t know,” Willy said.
The door to the basement busted down, shards and fragments of the metal door shimmered through the air, one piece knocking Trav in the eye. Trav fell on the concrete floor, crying with his good eye.
“I’m so angry!” Sid exclaimed, unleashing a burst of dark energy, pulsing through his body and destroying more needless, fictional accessories in the even more fictional workstation. “Where is chapter 5 I want r33d NAO PL0X” Sid’s face contorted into an angry troll face, as his anger and frustration alone began to disassemble the entire basement. “BRING IT OUT!!! RIGHT NOW!!!”
Willy sighed, gesturing with a wave of his hand toward Sid. “See, this is why we don’t have fans.”
“I thought that was because the story sucked…?” Trav said, through painful, gut wrenching sobs. Willy nodded.
“Well, that too, I guess.”
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So yeah, chapter 5 will be delayed this week. I apologize for the inconvenience, as I know my very dedicated audience was looking forward to a new chapter. I will upload it either earlier next week, or next Saturday, depending on my workload (LOL). See you then, and take care.
~ Kazikaze (Andy)
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