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Sam was all dressed up. She had on her rattiest, dirtiest clothes, extra ripped just for the occasion, and drizzled with barbecue sauce. She had a pale green foundation on, with excess, smeared eyeliner creating a very baggy effect around her eyes, and more barbecue sauce around her mouth, over black lipstick. She had her hair fluffed out into oblivion. With just a touch more barbecue sauce.

Look, it hadn't been easy to get all of that on her without eating it all, okay?

Last but not least, she had the soy brain from Diversity class out of its jar and leaking soy brain juice all over her hands. She'd put some more barbecue sauce on it, too, not just for texture. She expected it was going to taste pretty wretched.

Now all she needed was her oh-so-gullible and oh-so-traumatizable boyfriend to arrive, and she'd be all set.

[ooc: for him what's mentioned in the narrative, though it can be open for after that.]

Date: 2012-05-16 11:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Freddie, for his part, was mainly planning on dropping by to go over iCarly sketch ideas. And he was so preoccupied with such that he hadn't even knocked on Sam's door before he'd entered.

And then when he'd shut the door behind him, he turned around and finally got a good look.

"Oh sweet chiz!" he exclaimed, his papers going everywhere as he threw up his arms.

Date: 2012-05-17 12:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Freddie for his part whimpered and flailed.

"Awww, come on," he cried. "Why? Why her? Why?"

He looked around for something to defend himself with. He then produced a whistle from his pocket. "I'll... I'll use it!" he said.

Because that would work.

Date: 2012-05-17 12:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Freddie threw the whistle at her.

"I warned you!" he said, in as manly a voice as he could muster.

Date: 2012-05-17 12:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That gave Freddie a moment of pause.

"Wait, you're a talking zombie?" he said, suddenly a bit more suspicious than terrified.

Date: 2012-05-17 12:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Not many," Freddie said, making a somewhat disgusted face. "Actually, zero. I've seen the ones down at the karaoke place. They're not so chatty."

He hesitated. "Oh man, this is a trap, isn't it? Super smart Sam zombie's gonna eat my face."

Date: 2012-05-17 02:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Tell my mom I love her!" Freddie said, shutting his eyes and bracing for being eaten. He had to admit, in all the ways he could go, being eaten by his girlfriend as a zombie? Not the worst he could think of.

Date: 2012-05-17 02:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Awwwww come on!" Freddie said, opening his eyes and looking utterly saddened. "How am I supposed to defend myself against you?"

He knew some defense moves, he just... well, hurting Sam was not in his nature.

Date: 2012-05-17 02:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"...when you ate her next?" Freddie said, sputtering a little. "Oh man, what was that, any way? That brain was super gross."

Really, really gross.

Date: 2012-05-17 03:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Soy brain?" Freddie said. "Wait, so it... tastes like brain, or soy?"

He wasn't sure if he liked the idea of Sam eating something that tasted like brain.

Date: 2012-05-17 03:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"That's probably the barbeque sauce," Freddie said, pointing at it. "That was really not cool, by the way. But... kinda funny, yeah, I'll admit that."

Date: 2012-05-17 03:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Because I admitted it was funny? I'm not saying it was cool, just... funny," Freddie said. "And I will get my revenge. Somehow."

He didn't have a Gibby to handcuff her to, so this would take thinking on his part.

Date: 2012-05-17 03:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Oh," Freddie said, mulling that one over. "Yeah, that is new. She teaches diversity?"

That didn't normally seem like a Sam thing.

Date: 2012-05-17 03:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Like, literally?" Freddie said, making sure. "Horns, pointy tail?"

That is what Freddie thought of, at least, when thinking of demons.

Date: 2012-05-17 03:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Wow, I guess I see why that would be a teacher you like," Freddie said, smiling even though he knew he would get pain for that joke.

Date: 2012-05-17 04:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"But you like my face," Freddie said, trying to be charming.

It sort of worked.

Date: 2012-05-17 04:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You've... you've got a little," Freddie said, pointing up to her lips. "Just so you know."

Date: 2012-05-17 04:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You know, if it weren't for all the zombie make-up, that would've been pretty sexy," Freddie said, after being momentarily at a loss for words.

Date: 2012-05-17 05:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Hey, hey," Freddie said, laughing and mock-trying to push her away. "No biting! At least... not hard. Minor biting at most."


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