The Stages

A Charlie Bone fanfic

AUTHOR'S NOTES!

...Second chapter. Caps lock is my frieeeeend... I like the mental theater! It's fun! Yes, I know Manfred's a sissy in this, but I like OOCness. It's the only think I can write! Sorry!

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TIME TO START THE SECOND PART OF THE STORY!

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Everybody's jaws dropped. Billy walked over to an empty seat beside Asa, who looked like he had seen a ghost, and set down his books. He scratched his ear, pulling away his obsidian hair to reveal...

An earing. A small silver ring, barely even enough space between the bottom of his ear and the inside of the earing, but it was still visible.

Billy monotonously took out a black pen and began to do his work. Nobody stopped staring. His eye twitched, and he turned to the still open doors and walked over to them. Suddenly, he cawed out, and everyone jumped once again.

“Eep!” Emma screeched. This was way too much!

MENTAL THEATER!

A chibi goth Billy bites the head off a bat, and begins to laugh madly. More piercings appear on his face, and more make up. Soon enough, spike bracelets and chokers appear on him. A chibi Manfred appears and is about to do something, but Billy waves his hand and a tiger jumps on Manfred. It ends with Manfred running around screaming, being chased by several large animals.

END MENTAL THEATER!

Emma shuddered and her silver eyes widened to epic proportions. Her attention went back to the door.

After a few moments, a caw returned, and something black fluttered through the door and began circling the room and the children.

A few of them screamed as the thing went really close to them, but some of them just shielded themselves.

Billy sighed and rolled his eyes, then squacked back, and the think stopped and flew onto his shoulder. Then it began preening itself. Billy smiled and pet it a bit, cooing.

Most of the Children of the Red King had once again gained their wits, and were gaping, open mouthed, at what was on his shoulder.

A raven.

The irony.

Oh, what irony.

“Raven!” Manfred snapped at the boy. Both bird and Billy looked up at him. He blinked, then slapped himself. “The human,” the bird went back to preening itself. “Why do you have a bird inside the school!”

Billy shrugged, and went back to petting it.

Manfred glared and stood up, about to grab the raven...

And Billy squeaked. For a moment, Manfred stood still and put his arms up, then he noticed nothing was attacking him. He began to laugh, not noticing everyone's horrified faces and Billy's smirk.

Finally, Dorcas Loom stuttered out, “B-bats!”

Manfred paused and turned around. His eyes went gigantic, and his shoulders slumped. “...Help.” he meeped out.

There, right behind him, was almost a wall of bats. It seems that Bloor's Academy has a bit of a bat problem, hm?

Charlie's eyes widened. Okay, so Billy was a bit... different. He watched silently as Manfred fell down face first, apparently fainted, and Billy began laughing madly, holding his stomach. The raven jumped of his shoulder and squawked in protest, and the goth boy managed to gather himself and squeak at the bats. Soon the whole group had fluttered back to the ceiling. Charlie blinked. Oookay... a lot different.

The smirk on Billy's face faded, and he went back to doing his work, completely ignoring the unconscious Manfred, and the gaping... everyone else.

Joshua Tilpin stood up and stared at Manfred for a moment. Then he stood up, walked over to the much taller boy, and...

Poked him with a pencil. Once. Twice. Three times. Four, five, six. Seveneightnineteneleven. Over and over. Then Joshua got bored of it and looked up. He shrugged and went back to his seat.

Everyone looked at Manfred and Billy for a moment longer, then went back to their homework. A few just wandered out of the room, having no reason to stay.

Charlie sat staring, even after a couple hours. His mouth was wide open, a fly on his tongue. His eye was twitching madly. Shaking his head, he closed his mouth, then coughed, finding an insect.

After a few moments of this, he swallowed it.

MENTAL THEATER!

A cartoon fly could be seen surrounded by red walls, presumably Charlie's stomach. It snickered, and opened its mouth wide. Very long, sharp teeth way too big for the fly's mouth chomped onto the walls, and a shout could be heard. Blood began to gush from the wound and-

END MENTAL THEATER!

Charlie began to scream, and cut off the mental picture. He stood up and ran in circles. Dagbert stuck his foot out, and tripped him. As he fell, Charlie had one thought:

This whole thing will end bad. I just know it.

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“Ow.” Charlie sat still, face down on the floor. Someone- (I bet it was Dagbert!, thought Charlie)- giggled.

ENDING AUTHOR'S NOTES!

That was fun. Any suggestions for more phases or a goth name for Billy would be appreciated! Suggestions will be loved, cherished, and... um... read. --; Yeah. Pretty much. Please read the following message:

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