by I'm Not Mister Mxypltk
"A whole fucking mountain!" Mick Harrison yelled at Lance Lorenzo.
"Soooorrry..." Lance said for the fifth time.
"We find a whole fucking mountain of fish sticks, and you eat all of it!" Mick continued to yell. "I mean, what are the odds of just finding something like that?"
"I said I'm sorry, dude," Lance said.
"Yeah, whatever," Mick said, still a little hurt. "I'm going to the bathroom."
Mick opened the bathroom door and walked inside. As soon as he closed the door behind him, he noticed this wasn't one of the bathrooms in the apartment complex. The style was completely different.
He looked around. He saw a red car-shaped bed, several Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Action Figures, and a New Kids on the Block poster hanging on the wall.
"What the fuck?" Mick said. "My room?"
After scratching his head, Mick proceeded to check the drawers to see if this was really his room. He found typical things one would see in a ten-year-old's room: some comic books (the more violent ones hidden at the bottom), a Game Boy and some games, several action figures, and finally a scrapbook with the name "MICK" on the cover.
There was no doubt this was his old room now. Mick grabbed his scrapbook, and as he was about to open it and take a look at the contents, the door violently opened.
"You take your hands off that, young man!" a woman dressed like a lawyer yelled.
"But it's mine, mom!" Mick replied.
"You listen to me, young man -- if you don't put that down right now, there will be no TV for you FOR A WEEK!"
"BUT IT'S MINE! MINE!"
"That's it. Give me that," Mick's mom said, stretching her hand.
"NO!"
"GIVE THAT TO ME NOW, YOUNG MAN," she yelled, as she grabbed the scrapbook violently.
"NOOOO!"
Mick and his mother pushed in opposite ways, making the scrapbook tear. Several pages fell to the ground.
"DON'T LOOK AT THOSE DRAWINGS," Mick's mom said, her voice suddenly changing into a man's.
"What...?"
"DON'T."
Defying his mother's orders, Mick knelt and looked at the drawings. Between Ninja Turtles and comic-book superheroes, he saw a drawing showing a man in a coat, with a big top hat on his head.
Mick was disturbed, not only because of what was going on here, but also because he remembered drawing that as a kid.
"What...? M'xy--?"
Boom.
Continued in Chapter 36: What's the Point of Fighting Anymore?