[[hee hee->Waking Up]]Your eyes follow the beefy hand to what looks to be a beefy [[man->Waking Up]]. His other arm is slung around the waist of what looks like a slightly uncormfortable woman. That's right! You're Michael Jackson the one and only, in the flesh, stupendous, one of a kind, blinding, wonderful, talented, extraordinary, exemplary, cream of the crop, your milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, unheard-of, fantastic, show stopping, magical, wondrous, paramount, inconceivable, incontheivable~, amazing, uwu, remarkable, astounding, awe-inspiring, creative, revolutionary, awesome, miraculous, phenomenal, brilliant, special, fantastic elastic, incredible, marvelous, unimaginable, singular, never thought of before, unorthodox, eye-catching, eccentric, a big deal, fabulous, excellent, monumental, a national treasure, if you were in a movie Nicholas Cage would try to find you, the founding father of pop, powerful, shiny, breath taking, standout, best of the best, astronomical, vivacious, strapping, American Dre- AHEM!! *blushes*
You are [[Micheal Jackson->indignant]].Who dares to threaten the [[King of Pop->KoP]]!
"How rude!" This beefy pleb has overstepped the bounds of a humble king such as yourself.
[[fight him->fisticuffs]]
[[call the manager->manager]]
[[ignore him]]"What d'ya mean..." The beefy man is visibly frustrated. His ears redden from the awkward silence.
His companion tugs at his arm, urging him away. "It's fine there are so many other [[impersonators->street]] on this street."
"Yeah, forget about this chum.", the man huffs loudly and leaves.
//ignore this bit just testing if statements (if: $realize is true)[hi]
michael is very confused and decides to wander around [[hollywood->chinese theatre]](set: $realize to true)
(if: $bad is 0)[(set: $bad to $bad+1)]
"Impersonators?", you mutter under your breath.
Suddenly something catches your eye. It's a star on a black tile.
Then it dawns on you that you are standing on the Hollywood [[Walk of Fame->confused]].
These people think that you are an imposter!
The beef man squares up. He clenches his large meat hands into tight fists. You look upon his face and confidence fills your veins.
"I'LL SHOW YOU MY HAM HOCKS!!", you shout as you lunge for the jugular.
What a show of bravery! Too bad your arms are like those of a 12 year old child.
He dodges swiftly and goes in for the [[kill->friend]]What a weird notion. You're not a Karen, you're Micheal Jackson.
Your cries for a manager go unanswered and your small frame fills to the brim with embarassment. You can see their eyes looking down on you with disdain.
They walk away, clearly too good for your presence.
You stand there [[stunned->wander]].What aspect of you would people recognize the best?
[[face]]
[[voice]]
[[glorious bod?]]Your life flashes before your eyes. The excited crowds cheering your name, strenous vocal lessons, the horrible fiasco that was the celebrity
*We Are The World* recording -oh those were some gnarly vibes
You let out a weak *hee hee*~
as your soul leaves your corporal body...
...?
you open your eyes to see yourself? But how is that possible, here you are quivering on the side of the Walk of Fame while that strapping gent is fending off the Cow Thug.
"Hey bud! Looked like you needed a hand."
hee hee~
Ah, turns out its an [[impersonator->brian]] who's come to your rescue.Yes!
What's more intimate than your face? NOTHING.
Your're filled with confidence that your [[plastic surgeon]] will recognize you without a sweat.
Yes!
Known as the King of Pop for a good reason, your voice is easily the most recognizable part of you!
Surely your own [[record label]] would have no problems recognizing this paragon of the music industry!Yes!
Your glorious twelve years old boy bod! Who better to recognize your biggest asset than your lover, [[Billie Jean]].At this moment you are very smol brain.
you wake up from your trance to find yourself at the [[wax museum]]
You look up and see that you've wound up at the Chinese Theatre.
Something catches your eye. "2020? Surely not." you say bewildered.
It can't be 2020, it's 2008. It must be a new sci-fi dystopian television program.
Just as you are lost in thought, an [[elderly couple->older couple]] approaches you."Name's Brian", he huffs out as he grabs your arm.
"Run!"
You and Brian make a mad dash away from the beefy sucker. You not sure where you're running but as you make your way through side streets and dark corners like a pair of alley cats, you feel as though you can trust this handsome fellow.
He guides you to a series of shody apartments, "Well it's not much but I can make some room for you to [[sleep]] on the couch."
(set: $creep to $creep + 1)
"Alright then weirdo. Let's head out when you're done with that." He points to the egg.
He takes you to an AA [[meeting]] but for impersonatorsYou've never been in this neigborhood before
You are lost.
Night falls again and this time no one come to your rescue. You are mugged by some [[teen hooligans]]
[[look around]] the room
you feel strangely out of place for being in a room full of you
//ppl go around raising their hand to speak about their lives and struggle
you can either
[[raise hand]]
[[stay silent]]this passage is just a descriptor of the [[room->meeting]] and loops back to the previous passage
its all michael jacksons looking back at you
and one spidermanYou arrive at her home.
it's dark at night and you can either
//num actions is 0
[[ring the bell]]
[[peer through the window]] creep++
[[look under the door mat]] You respect wamen.
the door bell seems especially loud at the dead of night.
[[Billie]] makes it to the door with a children's golf club.num actions ++
//if num action > 3 [[cops]] appear
You peer through the window.
its darker on the inside and you can't see very clearly.You cup you hands on the window to get a better look and it pushes open.
either
[[go inside]] creep++
go back and [[ring the bell]](set: $numactions to $numactions + 1)
You remember that Billie keeps a spare key under the door mat.
...
You check there but there is no key. Maybe she doesn't keep it under there afterall.
[[ring the bell]]
[[peer through the window]]
[[check the porch plant]] (set: $numactions to $numactions + 1)
Ah too cliche! It's not under here either.
(if: $numactions > 3)[You just can't seem to keep a low profile can you? Hear those blaring sirens? Good. Because they're [[coming for you->cops]].]
(else:)[
[[check the bushes]]
[[peer through the window]]
[[ring the bell]]
]
(set: $creep to $creep + 1)
(if: $numactions > 3)[
The neightbors heard all this rustling and witnessed a rather suspicios man dressed as Michael Jackson trying to break into their lovely neighbor's home. They've called the [[cops]].
]
(else:)[
You've made your way into the house...
You can barely see your five fingers in front of your face and if you didn't know better, you would've sworn there were only three.
*clack*
Darn! You clutz, you've nearly woken up the entire neighborhood. Why not just ride in on fifty elephants if you're going to be this loud!
[[pick up the picture frame]]
[[make your way to the kitchen]]
](set: $creep to $creep + 1)
Turns out they are big fans of your music and seeing you just reminded them of the past. 'Good ol days' as they put it.
"You've brought up some lovely memories for up young man", the woman, Barbara, speaks up. "I would love to see some moves from the King of Pop. Sadly there just aren't that many *good* impersonators nowadays."
Impersonators? Ah it seems these people also have the wrong idea. You're not some sidewalk street rat performer, you're the penultimate being! The dance wizard, the KING OF POP!
"Excuse me, it seems that you have the wrong idea. I'm not just some impersonator, I'm Michael Jackson.", you warmly smile at the [[older woman]].
You made your way inside trying to metaphorically and quite literally find yourself
you are lost
A child sees your face and cries. The severe disrepect turns you into a wax figure.
//bad endWhen you started on your journey the night was young
now she is old and bitter and everything is closed including the recording office. You spend the night in metro station [[restroom]]It's cold and dank.
There is a leak somewhere and its inconsistent droplets are starting to set off your nerves.
You wash your hands to calm yourself, but in your peripheral you see something white flash by
[[It's a ghost->ghost]]
[[It's a plastic bag->plastic bag]]You arrive at his office
its late and obviously closed, you obviously didn't think this through.
do you [[wait outside]] in the cold
or [[seek shelter]] Who are you she asks.
"It's me, Michael."
"That's impossible, he's dead."
(if: $creep > 4)[She is thoroughly disgusted with you and maintains fierce eye contact with you as she calls the [[police->cops]]. If you look up power move in the dictionary it would decribe Shrek crashing Lord Farquad's wedding only to then marry his wife, but this moment is a close second.]
(else:)[
[[you rip off your shirt->rip off your shirt]]
[["hee hee"]]
[["I just want to see my son"]]
]
You share your story
the group is very accomodating - this is very nice
brian takes you around and you become very good friends, you haven't felt this fulfilled in years
do you
[[relish]] the experience
or
[[reject]] themYou like Brian but this meeting was weird and of no help.
Maybe it was your unwillingness to open up but you'll never make it back to the top at this rate.
[[Look for someone who will recognize you->first big divide]]
[[Wallow in self pity]]You go inside, [[head empty]] and chest heavy.
The weight of the music industry lies on your shoulder, but no one believes you and in fact thinks that you are dead.
But how can that be bc you are very much alive and kicking?As you wander aimlessly, the security has been keeping their eye on you
I mean who could blame them, to them you look like a bargain imitator, a dime a dozen fool.
While you are fully exploring the depths of your existential crisis, the security comes up to [[pull you away->out]].
You lose your mind to the cosmic imbalance and live the rest of your days as a homeless [[babbler]]hee hee~
bad end.You muster out a shaky "hee hee" and die for real this time.
bad end(set: $numactions to $numactions + 1)
why would you think that its in the [[bushes->check the porch plant]]?
(if: $numactions > 3)[
Dang! Those sirens! The neighbors have called the [[cops]] on your suspicious ass.
]The neighbors saw you acting suspicious
the cops arrive at the scene and you are caught trying to break into the home of Billie jean
you are [[arrested]]Wow you are so happy here and your ambitions of returning to the stage leave your mind...
You've been coming to this meeting for 2 years now
You're convinced that this whole Michael jackson nonsense was just a fever dream. You've taken up the name Mike Johnson and today everyone is going out for drinks to celebrate you getting that accounting position that you've been working towards for the better year or so.
//endAh! nothing good happens when you bite the hand that feeds you
you are blacklisted from the ranks of the michael jackson impersonators.
Things will be hard for you now that you're not allowed to even be yourself.
//may or may not put a variable here
do you
look for ppl who will [[recognize->first big divide]] you
or
go to the [[park]]The barred doors slam shut as you try to explain. The cop who dragged you in here hates you guts and spits out "you should be ashamed" as he pirouettes out of the room. ballet flex
(if: $creep > 4)[
As you await you judgement, several officers walk in to relocate you.
"Where are we going?" you ask one of the more approachable looking officers. Tsk tsk. You shouldn't judge a book by its cover.
The cop slaps you across the face with a fish? "We're off to take you to the [[mental ward]], freak."
]
(else:)[
You've been waiting for a few hours now. As you get up to call for someone, anyone, the cop from earlier comes back. "They've decided to let you off" he gruffs. He uncuffs you, "You're [[free to go->released]]."
Just as you turn to thank him, he slaps you across the face with a fish?!
"GET LOST CREEP!" The door slams in your face.
]
You are an idiot butter boy.
The night is a cold and harsh mistress and she shows no pity. You catch hypothermia and perish.
bad endYou know this place well. You find your way to the adjacent alley and cuddle up against the trash. It seems someone else also had the same idea as what you cuddle squirms in your clammy grasp. It is *Your Neighbor Totorat*.
You fall [[asleep]].You are admitted into the mental ward.
But you're not crazy. "I'm really michael jackson", you shout desperately at anyone passing by.
They look upon you pitifully.
[[insist that you are Michael Jackson->insist]]
[[accept that you are not the King of Pop->accept]]You are now free to roam, but you have no money, ruffed up days old clothing, and an empty brain.
You drift away with the wind, *f r e e *
endAn empty restroom, in an empty station, at the dead of night...
You feel chills run down your neck, as if someone was breathing on it. The spooks get you and you shriek despite being the palest thing dead or alive in a 5 mile radius.
You fall [[asleep~]]A reasonable deduction. You smirk to yourself.
But despite your smug demeanor you are more of a anxious zuchinni rather than a cool cucumber.
You fall [[asleep~]] You wake up the next morning and head back to the clinic. Thankfully, you didn't even have to enter as you've caught the doctor on his way in.
[["Perry!"]]
[["Steven!"]]
[[run up to him]](set: $creep to $creep +1)
In a dramatic show to prove yourself you boldly tear your white dress shirt apart. Too bad you arms are thinner than a stick bug.
She is thoroughly disgusted.
(if: $creep > 4)[That was obviously not the right move. This is a delicate situation, please have some decency.
Well it's too late anyway. You look in anguish as she calls the [[police->cops]] on your desperate peacocking.]
(else:)[But wait what's this?! Upon your pale body is a slight scar on your third rib.
You [[remember]] that scar... It was when you and Billie decided to have a pancake fliping contest one Sunday, summer 2006, it was a sunny morning, the coffee smelled great, everythign was wonderful, except for the fact that you ran out of your favorite coffee beans, those being no beans, you don't like coffee...
You were shirtless because you're Michael Jackson, that's just your natural state. Things were getting heated and as they are so appropriately named, the hot cakes were getting very hot.
One wrong flip and a scorching flap jack decided to *flap* onto your bod and *jack* up your nice day.
]
(set: $tatters to true)As a sad "hee hee" breaks the silence. You see Billy's eyes light up.
"Wait!", she grabs your face. Her hands are rougher than you remember.
"I know that *hee hee* anywhere" she starts to cry.
"It's really you, you're [[real]]." she mutters as she lets you in. As you pass the window you briefly see the face of *Terry Cruz?!* disappear into the dark of the house.As the words leave your mouth Terry Cruz shows up at the door.
"He's not your son", Terry smuggly projects with his megaphone-like voice. The door slams shut in your pasty face.
The disrespect send you reeling and you proceed to combust.
bad end.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OXvAT7vZMuA&feature=emb_titleThere is a nearby park. It's surprisingly large contrary to your expectations. You can see further down that there are a lot of people. Particularly, families having a nice relaxing day sprawling on the grass having picnics and enjoying the [[music]].
[["wait music?"]]
[[keep walking]]You forget that you've spent a paranoid night in a rundown rat infested alley, not to mention your clothes and hair are all in disarray.
It would not be far off to call you an absolute mess.
He runs away in terror and calls the [[cops]]. The next day the headlines read "*Rabid Michael Jackson Impersonator Preys on Plastic Surgeon*"S t e v e n...
The doctor is aggresively assaulted by flashbacks of his childhood. The over-acheiving son and the beloved brother...
Hmph! He is a [[doctor->"Steven!"]] now and people respect him or at least he thought they would but his brother remains his mother's favorite.Who is this Perry??
He is obviously confused as aparently are you. You sheepishly act as if you were not addressing him but rather someone behind him in an attempt to cover up this blunder. Alas, there is no one behind the doctor.
The silence is suffocating. Your hyperawareness of the situation makes all the blood in your body rush to your face. Your body rapidly heats up from the energy it takes to process this situation. The doctor has left long ago, but you don't know this. You know nothing anymore. The last thing you see is a 404 error flashing before you eyes before you overheat and die.
bad endThe doctor spins toward the sound of your insolent call. He did not spend all those years in medical studies to have you flippantly address him as just [[S t e v e n]].
The moment he looks upon your face, you can see him die a little on the inside. His eyes go blank, the lights are on but no one is home.
//he thinks you are another michael jackson impersonator here to get some work done
//he is very [[tired]]You wake up to a bright and early start to the day. Or is it?
Turns out you slept till afternoon. What would your mother say...
But her opinion doesn't matter, you need to to get to that [[record label->studio]].That's right! You must be Michael Jackson! If your not Michael then who are you?!
The nurse looks you dead in the eye, "if you're Michael Jackson... then prove it"
You look down at youself. You have nothing, just a (if: $tatters is true)[tattered] dress shirt and some slacks.
[[you have an existential crisis->existential crisis]]
[[listen to the nurse->always been Michael]]You've been at this facility for some time now...
You don't know what year it is, everyday is *groundhog's day*
The workers call you John on account of you not having any records. You spend your time peacefully, playing chess with the other patients, periodically taking nondescript pills, stretching out in the yard, amongst other things.
Deep down you have
[[become John Doe]]
[[always been Michael]]
You make your way inside the studio, and surprisingly no one stops you.
You stop in front of a familiar door. Ah, this used to be where you recorded your biggest hits... I mean you're Michael Jackson so all your songs are given bops.
[[reminisce]]
[[open that door]]What a fUnKy sOng!
You groove to the beat~ It's strange though, this music is definitely out of place for this [[pastoral setting->park]].
It sounds young, maybe even a little angsty?You look about the park and you spot a small stage in the center of a rounded clearing. A [[band]] is playing, or more accurately frolicking about trying to get the surrounding picnic-goers into "making some noise" as they say.
You make your way to the [[stage]].Just more people and grass. I don't know what you were expecting, it's a park.
You have a terible sense of direction and end up circling the park multiple times. To you, however, it seems as if this park is more like a forest in size, a labyrinth of flat green.
You age in an instant, and are taken by the grass. It's leafy tendrils drag you body to the warm soil below. You are now a *Child of the Grass*
bad endYou sit down together on the [[couch]].
She holds onto your hands so tightly it hurts.
..."We have to spread the [[news]]!" she says with a start.
"Please, leave me alone! I won't do anymore for your kind!! I'm a surgeon to the STARS honey, and you're just a out of trend fake".
The doctor is over your shit. He could watch you do a wheelie on a horse and still be unimpressed.
You cut to the chase.
[[get up close]]
[["It's me, Michael!"->call]]You rush to the doctor.
"HELP! HELP ME!" he screeches his lungs out. "HALP!"
* **SMACK** *
You smack some sense into him, although it seems to have made him even more confused.
[[grab his face]]
[[smack him again]]
"Yeah I can see that", he rolls his eyes.
"Look dude, I can see that whoever did your face got it pretty spot on okay. There's not much I would fix." The tired doctor lets out a long sigh.
...
Just as you try to speak up again the doctor suddenly looks back up with a spirited start.
"It's what's on the inside that counts tehe<3 !!", the doctor winks as he draws out a heart with his fingers. He then daintily twirls and makes a break for the [[lobby]] of the clinic.
[[AFTER THAT DOCTOR!]]
[["Hey! Where're you going!" ->wait too long]]//peaceful description
//endYou've been taking this treatment lying down, like a tiger lying in wait to reveal yourself at the perfect moment.
There is a new interning nurse, she asks for your name.
[[Michael Jackson]]
[[John Doe]]...its been 84 years...
You are a senior of this mental ward. The staff have no records of you and have resorted to calling you john Doe.
No matter how many times you correct them, no one listens.
bad end.[[An utter fool...->existential crisis]]Like the others, she is also fooled. You smile smuggly to yourself.
If you keep up this good work, soon you'll be [[released]].You notice that they are all wearing the same shirt. It's obviously home bleached with a painted red [[*TEEN HOOLIGAN$*->"wait music?"]] slashed across the front.HOH!
This pleb is not worth your time. You disregard the hefty man and go on your [[way->first big divide]].The *TEEN HOOLIGAN$* all give you the side eye as you walk onto the stage. "Oi old man we're performing 'ere", one hooligan shouts out.
Others come forward to push you off and onto the grass. "Ew a Michael Jackson impersonator in this day and age what a loser".
[[slap him]]
[[stay down and wait your turn->wait]]
[[You've been hit by]] **smack**"Mom says it's my turn with the mic!" you whine under your breathe.
It's late afternoon now, and the teens are getting tired and their voices are hoarse. Surprising there are more people gathering in the park now, perhaps because its a nice break from the summer heat.
[[It's your time to shine!]][[You've been struck by]] **smack** **smack**[[A smooth criminal~]] **shmack shmack smack**"Oh my lord! That Michael Jackson impersonator's just wailing on them teens!!!" You hear shouts of distress coming from the crowd.
Soon enough the wail of [[police sirens->cops]] join the cacophany of parents and picnic goers.
You grab hold of the mic. Figure steady, palms sweaty, you cough into the mic and announce your impromtu [[concert]].
Noone's looking your way, but that doesn't matter because you'll turn heads with your music!
You sing
[[thriller]]
[[man in the mirror]]
But is it a [[concert->It's your time to shine!]]? No one really came to see **you** now did they.[[Zombie tonight]]
[[Thriller at night]]
[[Porcupine fright]] [[I'm starting with the man in the mirror~]]
[[I'm asking the man in the mirror~]]
[[You're parting with the man in the mirror]]Actually, tonight's dinner will be spagetti. You've just decided, despite not having any money to procure said spagetti, nor any place of your own to eat the [[spaget]].
[[boogie men bowling~]]
[[night creatures callin'~]]Mmmmmmm if you weren't getting looks before you're definitely getting some stares now...
Don't let it get to you head though, it's undoubtably bc you got the lyrics wrong. You know, the lyrics to your own song.
[[flamingos calling~]]
[[porcupines callin'!]]
[[Night creatures callin']]Oh god, not one but two mistakes now...
The crowd starts to boo and you are an alarming shade of pink.
They pelt you with reuseable water bottles and you are crushed under the collective weight of milennial disgust.
//bad endI guess you are just sticking with this porcupine theme now. The crowd loses interest in you as you drop in status from a Michael Jackson impersonator to a rodent fanatic in their eyes.
Your voice trails off and the real thrill is that you are the porcupine now. The monster with forty pines if you will. All concept of human society leaves your conscius and you scurry off only to be swooped by a bird of prey.
//bad endYou recuperate nicely and continue on with the performance.
...
[[the dead start to walk in their masquerade]]
What are you starting exactly? Is it soul cycle? I've heard it horrendous the first couple of session but it's really worth it in the end.
Linda got rid of her cankles entirely, Barb got her diabetes under control, and Bob-
...well Bob had a [[heart attack]] but you win some and you lose some right?
Oooooof not quite, but you keep at it and hope that the crowd didn't notice.
[[Ooh~]]
[[hee hee~]]
Who?
bad end.[[I'm asking him to change his ways~]]
[[I'm asking him to pay his rent~]]You've blown it. You can hear them whisper amongst themselves, "Oh my lord, he's bad even for an impersonator."
You hear a distant booming "FATALITY" ring from beyond the system. You are a penguin now and a blue clad ninja comes to finish you off.
//bad endDang! What a bop.
An absolute [[success]]!That's funny. You don't pay the rent. You don't even have a house in you name.
The people get up and cheer. This is the first time you've felt fulfilled since you've woken up.
You thank the crowd and exit the stage.
As you walk off the last step, you vision splits into [[blue and red]]. [[the zombies are late for their appointment]]
[[the dead start to walk in their masquerade]]Perfect! Fantastic! Superb!
Was it even a question that you would fail to give a stellar show? Of course not!
What a wonderful performance. A complete [[success]]!(set: $creep to 0)
(set: $bad to 0)
(set: $realize to false)
(set: $tatters to false)
(set: $numactions to 0)
Your vision clears as the bustling sounds of nightlife snaps you back to reality. A beefy [[hand->man]] thrusts a crumpled 5 into your line of sight.
[["Excuse me?!!"->indignant]]
[["Who are you?"->confused]]"Early bird get the worm!", you hear moments before 300 pounds of pure rippling muscle and rage uppercut you out of your sweet dreams.
[3 millenia later...]
You gather your wits from the pits of hell and open your eyes. It's bright out but an even brighter smile greets your rude awakening.
"I've made breakfast.", Brian smirks while pointing to an egg... on your stomach... an e g g on your s t o m a c h ... THE BASTARD PELTED YOU WITH A HARDBOILED EGG!
"I have a meeting I have to get to in an hour, you're free to [[join->follow]] me if you want."
"Otherwise, feel free to [[leave]] whenever."You force the doctor's line of sight to meet your own.
He resists but eventually recognition flits past his eyes. "Michael?" he whispers.
"I recognize that nose! And we didn't get to put the finishing touches on your chin yet! Ah man I would've totally wanted to make an inci-...st...ve......." The doctor drifts off in thought.
*Ahem*
"Steven we've got a [[problem]]"Ah the clap clap of your thicc hands on the doctor's supple face has alerted the [[police->cops]] of your offenses.
You've been caught red handed, the doctor red faced.It's a [[lobby->call]] like any other lobby. It has light blue walls and the same three elevator songs playing on repeat...
Speaking of elevators, this floor leads directly to an authorized personnel only elevator. You activate your expert hunter senses and run like fire lapping at his heels.
Just as he thinks he's safe in the lobby, you step out of the shadows of the decorative plant. "You've activated my trap card", you say as you flash up *Exodia's third leg*.
(set: $creep to $creep + 4)
The doctor is banished to the Shadow Realm. The receptionist has called the [[police->cops]] and you wait in the lobby to be arrested.In your moment of hesitation the doctor successfully makes a quick getaway. You can feel the cold sweat on you back start to drip down as you realize the gravity of your mistake.
Your shame is so great in fact that the sweat pours like Niagara Fall. In a matter of minutes you've become a mummified twig. You are swooped away by a bald eagle to become one with its nest.
bad end."Everyone seems to think that I'm dead! But look at me! This ain't no *Thriller*!" you exclaim.
In his excitement Steven had indeed forgotten the important question at hand. Just how are you alive? Are you alive?
He ushers you into the clinic and into his [[office]].Speaking of-
You're having a heart attack right now!~
You know, on the stage, a bunch of young children and parents looking at you mortified, never having finished your concert as you eventually flatli-
bad end.*Ahhahah*
The couple break out into a fit of laughter.
"Ah, forgive young man but you don't even measure up to a single fingernail clipping of Mr. Jackson, much less even look like him."
They toss you a five dollar bill for the good laugh they had and walk off.
You are left in shame and insecurity.
[[Look for someone who will recognize you->first big divide]]
[[enter the theatre]]It has a certain give to it like all well loved [[couches->real]]. It seems the indent is used to holding a much larger person however, if you sat in it maybe you would sink and drown. As you bend down to pick up the fallen frame, a huge shadowy figure materializes behind you. Before you can react the titan slugs you with a baseball bat.
How do you know it is a baseball bat, even though you can't see anything much less your assailant? From e x p e r i e n c e.
Well it seems you're in luck, because it happens that you also have experience in the dying department. You've died.
bad end.
Ravioli Ravioli
give me the death
i deservioli
[[uwu]]*~p a n g ~*
....
You shudder as the last of your dizzy spell leaves your body.
You get up from the couch to draw open the blinds. That's funny? Were you sitting down before?
As the bright light hits your sore eyes, you groan out a low "jason derulooo~"
end.Ah yes, because even the undead keep up with their dental.
Sadly you like to break conventions.
While you perform your little heart out on stage it suddenly stops. Your terrible dental hygiene has given you prolonged heart disease and your body has just gone to terminal and force quit your heart.
bad end.Do boogie men bowl? Do they even have fingers? Do you need fingers to bowl?
As you contemplate these questions a crazed old man leaps onto the stage bearing a chicken?! "BEHOLD! A MAN!" he bellows into the crowd.
For someone to out hype, you especially without a microphone... You feel a slight tinge of awe towards this frazzled man.
You don't have long to admire his bold display however, as unbeknownst to you a tall rippling mass in chicken cosplay gears up to deck you with a lawn chair.
bad end.Becareful who's s p a g e t you touch...
bad end.You look back at Billie. You can see recognition dawn on her as she also remembers that pancake incident. Surely no mere impersonator can recreate this detailed of a Michael Jackson character.
"I know that scar", she mutter under her breath. "But it can't be."
The denial is strong but you can see that she's beginning to [[believe]] you."Come in", she says shellshocked.
"The [[real]] Micheal Jackson... in the flesh", she pinches you as if she can't wrap her head around the fact that you're standing here, in her own living room.Next day there is a tabloid out stating that you are alive and well.
There are many speculations out there, some stating that you were cryogenically frozen, some say you're a clone and that you've come to herald the clone invasion, others say you've returned as a zombie, etc...
...but only you know the Truth.
You flip your ebony curls to the side revealing a small triangle shaped burn behind your ear.
end.You plop onto the floor and wallow like a pig in its pen...
Cry me a river, they said. But you'll do one better! You proceed bawl out an entire lake's worth of tears and drown.
bad end."Oh my lord! It's really you Michael!", the doctor bursts out.
...
"Wait how are you alive? Your face looks completely intact, no decay or anything." The doctor bring up a good point, you are not even sure. As far as you're aware, you've never died in the first place.
You tentatively say, "I'm not sure, I just came to at the Walk of Fame...".
"Well, since you're alive we've got to [[contact the government]] and let them know. You know, recover your assets and such."
Steven makes a good point. You wouldn't want the IRS on your toes for tax evasion.
While you stand there lost in memory lane, security rounds the corner.
He sizes you up and down, not that you're paying any attention.
[[SNAP OUT OF IT]]
[[daze on]]You open the door with a dramatic flair and strike a flamingo-like pose. How rude, you didn't even knock.
You were too self absorbed in your flamboyant display that you didn't even notice that the room is empty. You open your eyes only to be greeted by a vacant, void space.
It's then, that you realize that today is a holiday. There is no one here and no one will be here for days. As you turn to leave the door shuts close behind you.
You try the handle with no luck. You are [[stuck]].
You turn around just in time as the security guard reaches for you.
"What's up man", you casually ask.
The guard is visibly taken aback. "Uh- What is your business here sir? I'm going to have to ask you to leave if you don't have a valid reason for being on these premises."
[["I work here"]]
[["I'm Michael Jackson"]]You are lost in the sauce as they say.
You don't even notice as the security picks you up and carries you out the building, over a bridge, and into a river. You float away oblivious...
bad end.**???**
The guard is now even more puzzled.
Quickly, before he can ask any questions, you straighten out your suit and say, "Oh, I'm new here. You probably haven't seen my face around much."
"*Oh ...*"
"... okay then, take your time.", he hesitantly says before walking off.
You take a deep sigh of relief as you turn back to the [[door]].Of course this security guard is just going to accept that you're Micheal Jackson. Why wouldn't he? You look exactly like him, heck you are him.
He looks at you as if he doesn't know what to make of you.
(set: $creep to $creep + 1)
"We've a #23 on our hands, calling for backup", he speaks into his pager.
[[open the door->open that door]]
[[close the door]]Close the door?
You don't even remember opening it, but here you are closing an already closed door. Unless! The door was never closed? Does closing a door that was never open make a sound? And did this door make a sound when you closed it just now? What does it even mean to be *open*?...
As you open up your closed off heart to the silent door, you start to feel better, like a large weight has lifted off your shoulders. The door is such a good listener. You start to fall in love with the door. You know things are progressing rather quickly, but even so you bend down on one knee ready to say three words you've been waiting to say your entire life...
"I LO-" **BAM**
Just as you were about to declare your everlasting devotion to the door, it ruthlessly thrashes your dreams... oh and your face also.
The blow to your head and ego trigger a concussion so tremourous you die on the spot.
bad end.It's been 84 years...
The door finally opens only to reveal your spooky scary skeleton...
bad end.Dark lines mar you face as you hang up the call. They kept laughing at you.
Of course they wouldn't take you seriously, you think this is the first time they've had a Michael Jackson call in.
[[give up]]
[[give up]]
[[give up]]
[[give up]]
[[give up]]
[[give up]]
[[give up]]
[[give up]]
[[give up]]
[[try again]]
[[give up]]You die a heathen death.
bad end.***eat spagetti
to forgetti
your regretti***
Your monitor flashes these words before your eyes before your screen turn [[black]].When even the government won't recognize your existence it's up to you to not give up on yourself!
Your eyes hold a strong determination and decide the government ain't shit. It's anarchy time! Or so you thought.
As you stand up you are put in your place... or more like shot into place, with the 'place' being the floor.
**You've been hit by~
You've been shot by~
The IRS**
Like I've said, they are out for blood when it comes to tax evasion, if only you bothered to listen.
bad end.
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