Josh
Josh leans against a lightweight hollow-core door. The projector starts to play the first movie of the night. Night of the Living Dead. Josh whispers to the door, “This is a good one, a classic, one of my favorites.”
The door stands there quietly.
“I was 15 the first time I watched this, and I had nightmares for a week. My dad almost locked me out of the movie collection after that,” Josh says to the door.
The door stands there quietly.
The first zombie appears on screen, and Josh jumps in surprise. “Still gets me every time…” he says to the door.
The door stands there quietly.
Trisha the vampire sits down between Josh’s knees, leaning against his muscular chest. “Well, hello there,” she whispers, feeling Josh’s erection poke her in the back. “Are you and your door having a good conversation?”
The door stands there quietly.
“We were till you made it awkward,” Josh says, wrapping his arms around her chest. He snuggles his hips tight to her back, trying to touch every inch of her.
“Have you seen this?” she gestures to the screen. Trish runs a hand across Josh’s knee; she feels his pulse at the small of his back. She grabs a Capri Sun-style drink pouch of blood and pokes the little straw into it, drinking slowly.
“Yeah, I was just telling the door about it,” Josh finishes, and Trish laughs. She gets a “shh” from the people 30 feet away from her.
Jacob
Izzy and Jacob grab a blanket and spread it out over the grass in front of their tent as they finally get settled in to watch the movie. “This is nice, just the two of us,” Izzy says, wrapping an arm around Jacob and kissing his forehead.
“Yeah, we don’t get much alone time anymore,” Jacob says. A rustling noise from inside their tent is followed by a pitiful sigh and more rustling.
“Well, mostly alone. “Are you ok in there, Sue? ” Izzy asks, trying not to look inside the tent.
“Almost done here!” Sue says triumphantly, the last tape of her diaper pulled tight and sealed. She is frustrated with herself that after years of wearing them, she always struggles to put them on. She pulls her pajamas over it, grabs her blanket, climbs out of the tent, and plops next to Jacob.
Jacob’s cheeks burn red as he hears the sound of the diaper hitting the blanket.
“Hey Izzy, pass the popcorn,” Sue requests, reaching over Jacob’s lap.
“I don’t have popcorn, Sue?” Izzy looks confused, then hears the distinctive sound of popcorn being eaten from somewhere nearby. She turns her head around looking and spots Dr. Blob on top of the tent with a large bag of popcorn. “Get down, Dr. Blob; you might hurt yourself,” Izzy says.
She covers her face with her hand. “Oh my god, I am becoming a mom, aren’t I?” She shrugs off the weird juju. “On second thought, if you fall, it’s your problem.”
Dr. Blob slimes his way down the tent to plop onto Izzy’s lap. For a disgusting moment her bare legs are soaked with Dr. Blob. He pulls himself back together and rolls off of her. “Oooh,” he wibbles loudly, “you’re right.” He sits on the front edge of the blanket with his popcorn, his body forming into a big mouth, and he chomps and crushes each kernel loudly.
Sue throws her shoe at Dr. Blob, and it sinks into his body. “Hey, give that back,” she demands.
He turns a pseudopod to look at her. “But you threw it at me,” he says. By the dim light of the moon and the screen on the dock, you can see the shoe bubble.
“Hey, don’t eat my shoe,” Sue demands, crawling across the blanket and shoving her hand inside the blobby. She pulls it out with a suction noise and is shocked that the shoe is now spotlessly clean. “Eww? I think, Eww,” she says with mixed emotions.
Dr. Blob wibbles with laughter. “Popcorn.” He holds the bag up to Sue, who takes a piece and chews it thoughtfully.
Izzy and Jacob laugh and get “shhh” sounds from the crowd. As they sit holding each other, the movie gets to its halfway point.
Izzy turns and kisses Jacob; as they are kissing, Cane plops down next to Izzy. He leans over and kisses her ear. “Hello, boys and girls, do you know what time it is?” Cane says quietly.
Izzy blushes brightly. “Uh.”
“It’s ice cream time.” He slides a large banana split onto Izzy’s lap, far too large for one person to eat safely.
Izzy’s eyes light up as she grabs one of the 3 spoons and starts eating the delightful ice cream.
“Watch out for shrimp; I got it from the taco truck.” Cane whispers and wraps an arm around Izzy, his arm long enough to touch Jacob’s back.
Jacob’s spine tingles from the contact. He grabs a spoon and starts eating the ice cream. Part of him just wants the werewolf to take him right here, but the other part just wants to relax with his friends. He pushes the dark urges away.
In front of him, Sue is lying on her belly, her head resting on top of Dr. Blob and her arms around him while he is eating popcorn absorbed in the movie. Jacob notices the back of her diaper sticking up out of her pants and feels a deep pang of jealousy.
Occasionally Dr. Blob will form an extra eyestalk and look around the area, then pop back inside his gelatinous body. On this occasion he stops and stares at Jacob, who is staring at the thin strip of exposed diaper like it was the Mona Lisa. “Weirdo,” Dr. Blob vibrates and turns away.
“What, no, I just—” Jacob says, then hears Dr. Blob vibrating in the strange way he does when he is laughing.
Sue squeezes him tightly. “Shhh, pillow, I am watching the movie.”
Josh
A stone’s throw away, Josh runs a hand over Trish’s belly, her skin cool to the touch. Her black sequin dress looked so very out of place. The sky has no moon to cast light down, but the light from the projector is sparkling in each sequin.
“No getting frisky in front of the door,” Trish laughs, moving his hand to her underbust. She takes another sip of her blood. The smell of him and his blood is driving her wild. ‘You’re in control,’ she thinks to herself and takes a deeper sip of the cool blood to sate her needs.
Josh Gas is leaning against the door; it is oddly silent about everything going on around it.
As the movie reaches its final scene and the tragedy happens. Far above the earth an avocado ship turns and starts to glow from its stalk. The glow is getting brighter. Units from the United Forces are dispatched to silence any astronomers who make unfortunate observations.
Marvin
In the meantime, the avocado fires a laser at the parking lot. The brilliant white light heats and melts the parking lot clean in half. An upset Marvin, now naked, clutches the marble countertop he was just standing near. The rest of the structure is cracking away like an egg.
He reopens his eyes and looks around. “FUCK,” he wordlessly mouths as he feels himself drift toward the atmosphere. He watches as the ground gets closer. At first very slowly, then quicker. His skin grows warmer as he holds the granite in front of him, letting it take the worst of the heating. It soon glows cherry red and starts to melt around him, rivulets of molten stone splashing back at him as he grows hotter and hotter. He passes out.
Jacob
Back at the happy little camping trip, “Did you see that shooting star? It was massive,” Izzy says, pointing to the shooting star that is Marvin. “Did you see the flash of light before it? What was that?”
Cane hugs Izzy tight. “It’s bad news, Izzy, really bad news,” he says, feeling himself on the verge of a transformation.
Marvin
Lying in the middle of a 10-foot-deep crater, naked. Marvin stands up shakily. He mentally connects a call to Jack Harrington. “Boss, they blew it up. It’s war,” he says, his fist pounding the ground.
“Are you ok?” Jack Harrington asks, pushing Marlin away from his penis. “Where are you? We will send someone,” he finishes, pulling his pants up.
Marvin climbs to the edge of the crater; he rattles off the coordinates and sits on the crater rim. “I’m fine; the parking lot is a total loss.”
Jack Harrington gestures to Marlin and scribbles down the coordinates and slaps his ass. “Get going as fast as you can. Take a copter if you need to.”
“Ok, Marvin, I have to make some calls. See you soon,” he says, already flipping through his mental Rolodex to see who all he needs to call.
Jacob
Jacob, mouth open, watches as two more pieces of the parking lot break up in the atmosphere and disintegrate.
The projection stops, and Izzy and Jacob start to feel nervous.
Macpherson’s voice comes through the speakers: “Ok boys, it’s situation brown. All military and reserve military members are now activated. Get your ass back to the ranch. The rest of you stay here and enjoy your night. Hopefully everything will be resolved, and we will be back before dawn.”
Cane kisses Izzy’s cheek, then looks at Jacob and says, “I had looked forward to some steamy sex. Looks like it will have to be a rain check.” The werewolf turns and rushes to his mother to hold a war council.
Izzy and Jacob stare up at the stars. “Now what?” Izzy whispers.
Jacob shrugs invisibly.
Dr. Blob squeaks, “Help, she fell asleep.” What do I do?”
