FanFic: Is That A Song There?

[The Count]

OK... I take it back... This is definitely not Steve the Muppeteer being referenced here.

You talk about fighting fair? Then inhabit her instead and battle it out amongst your spirits. Man, too much TV shows on this sorta stuff will turn anyone into an expert on mysticism.

But don't leave us hanging like this Renee... We nned to know more.

And Scooter's dying? But how can that be? Didn't Nancy sacrifice herself to save Scooter? If he is dying, then would her sacrifice have been in vain? And I thought he had gotten better, the stitches not troubling him any more, what with the whole flurry of activity during the incident where Skeeter took his glasses from the bathroom.

Man, we need to know more, please?

 

[redBoobergurl]

Dark...spooky...scary....

Kind of a scary chapter Renee. But it's ok, I've got my Kermit doll so I'm not afraid. I can take it. Bring on some more.

 

[The Count]

Wow! Thanks Renee... That sounds like a lovely dream. And it sounds like it keeps getting better...

So, do you remember what the grown-up Skeeter from your dream looked like? Or was it basically the same as you've portrayed her in the stories?
Thing is I have this Muppet-related dream I remember from a few years back... And I can remember it cause, though I may be partially/legally blind in real life, I seem to have full perfect vision in my dreams.

Looking forward to more story and hope you take care of yourself.

 

[ReneeLouvier]

Alrighty, more tommorrow. I'm not feeling to well right now, gonna lay down for awhile.

About that dream, she was wearing a green velvet-looking jacket, with dark blue jeans, and a pretty light yellow shirt. I saw two different versions of her, the one with legs had on femaine red sneakers. Her hair was like Scooter's but longer, and it was tucked behind her ears, and it was a darker red then his orange hair. She had a pretty green clip on both sides. Her glasses were black as his are. But she didn't have eyelashes though, the only way to truely tell she was female was her body was shaped with, uh...breasts. XD And her voice too. I tried to hit it somewhere around Scooter and what I imagined Skeeter's voice would be. I also acted her like I act myself. They even told me to do that.

Because Richard was so much like Scooter, just make Skeeter to be a lot like myself. Which seemed to act perfect for the character.

Again more story tommorrow, perhaps later tonight, not totally sure again.

Love ya'll.

 

[The Count]

Wow... That That sounds like a rully nice dream Renee... Guess we're thinking along the same lines then... When/if my guy finishes, I'll try to show off his work.
Looking forward to more story soon, but get some rest first. You must need it.

 

[redBoobergurl]

Yes Renee, take care of yourself first, story second. We'll wait patientially(is that how that's spelled?) until you are able to update again. No worries.

 

[ReneeLouvier]

Chapter Thirty Three

"That....that's not possible. He's doing great! I mean....we...." Skeeter stammered, watching Steve closely. She knew he could be playing her, he always did that, whenever she showed weakness towards them.

"Now, you're no doctor, Skeeter. How can you be sure? Are you 100% sure he's not dying? That I'm not the only one, keeping this body alive??" He laughed, cruelly.

It was a strange sight for the rest of the muppets, once they started down the stairs. Gonzo turned to Kermit, and was looking a little worried.

"Apperently, Skeeter's adoptive father's ghost is possessing Scooter right now. And...as we heard, he's claiming that Scooter's going to die, if he vacates it right now."

Kermit glanced a bit, at him, then down at the scene below them. "How do you know this?"

"It's gets the story moving along." Gonzo replied, then Kermit shook his head at that. "Anyway, let's try to help them!"

The whole group charged, with a yell, and started towards Scooter, who was still inhabited by Steve's spirit. Before they dogpiled him, he ran towards Skeeter, holding his head. He looked like he was in great pain.

"Skee..Skeeter! Don't believe him!!!" He shouted, he was acting more like Scooter, as he spoke to her, but Skeeter was scared, and worried. Scooter came closer to her, pleading.

"Please, it's me Skeeter! Your brother, your...twin. Please, you know it's me, not him! Just....ohhhh..." Scooter moaned, as he crouched back down on the ground, holding his head once more. The internal conflict waged on between him and Steve.

"GET OUT OF HIM, STEVE!" She shouted, wondering what she could do. She got emboldened, and charged Scooter, pinning him to the ground, knocking his glasses off. Her glasses flew across the room as well. She was on top of him, her full weight pressing down on his body.

"Fight your battles with me, not him. He has no part in this." She said, icily, staring down into Scooter's brown eyes. "Leave his body now."

He smirked, looking up into Skeeter's green eyes. Those eyes, they were the only thing that was different about them. Her emerald green eyes, they sparkled with malice. Steve knew that look. For her, it was life or death, tick me off and I kill you. He smiled wider, she had been trained well, it wasn't in vain, so he thought.

"Leave his body, you say? Then....how about this?" All of a sudden underneath her grasp, the tensed muscles of her brother went immediately limp, and weakened, as a grayed, darkened spirit left his body. Hovering right above his face, was Steve, his dark black eyes glinting happily it seemed. She could see no pupils, nor whites of his eyes.

"I'll take yours." Then he leapt into Skeeters body, and drove her back against the wall, pressing it tight. She fought very hard, against Steve, until he finally broke her down, she collapsed on the floor, her eyes closed.

Everyone rushed around the two, hoping they would be alright.

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"Woah...where am I?" Skeeter's voice seemed to echo around the blackened space. "What's going on here!?"

A tall man, clad in military uniform, with short cropped sandy blond hair, and sharp jaw walked out from the blackness to face Skeeter. He stared down at her, as he was nearly 2 feet taller then her.

"You wanted this, you know." He said simply, his icy blue eyes boring into her.

"I didnt' want anything. I thought...." She said, trying to be brave once more, but it almost failed.

"You thought. You thought. Such a small, insignifant phrase, isn't it? Thinking was never your strong suit, Skeeter. You should leave that to your twin. If only I could get the best of both of you, you would make the perfect addition."

"I would never join that twisted little army cult of yours. And I never will." She said, standing up once more against him, pulling herself up to her full height. He stared down at her, smirking.

"Is that why you pulled that trigger then, child?" He said simply, his face not showing an ounce of emotion.

She stopped cold, she knew that she almost was jailed, and....she shook her head, she didn't want to bring up such painful memories again. Steve walked over, and placed a hand on her shoulder, looking down at her, smiling. She knew it was a false smile, like before the crocodile eats that small mouse, it smiles at it.

"Let go of me Steve. I did that because you threatened my life." She stared straight ahead, not wanting to look at him.

"Yet you stand at attention around me. I've caused that much of an impact on your puny soul, I know it. Even though....you killed us...." He leaned down and placed a single finger on her chest, looking her in the eyes. "You still hold a place in that heart for us."

She frowned, and grabbed his arm, flipping him over her back, and she stood on him. "You will leave my body, leave this house, and you will never come back Steve."

"You cannot kill a spirit, Skeeter. I died outside, on the grass, in the fields. It was an untimely death, you know. So...I am free-moving. I shall follow you, I shall haunt you for all eternity..."

She gasped softly, grabbed the spirit by the neck, and she tried to choke him, he laughed coldly, the laughter echoing throughout the black space.

"I'LL NEVER LEAVE YOU SKEETER!!! I'LL ALWAYS BE AROUND!!! YOU WILL NEVER FIND PEACE IN THIS WORLD!!!!"

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Piggy could only watch helplessly, as they tried to pry Skeeter away from Scooter, she was trying to choke him, for some reason.

"SKEETER!! Get off of Scooter!! Please!!" Fozzie was yelling, while he and Gonzo were one each of her arms, trying to pry her off of him. Clifford and Beauregard had tagged along, to help with unloading the stuff off of the trucks, and Clifford was yelling in her ear, trying to get to wake up.

"SKEET! Come on, baby!!! WAKE UP!!! Shake this...whatever it is off of ya!!!" He grabbed her around her middle, and started to pull her in the opposite direction of her brother. They were tightly interwined, with Scooter trying to pull vainly at his sister's iron grip, and Skeeter choking as hard as she could.

Beau watched this, and the wheels were turning in his mind. He walked quickly over and tapped Kermit on the shoulder, who was pulling on Scooter, both hands slipped between Scooter's neck and Skeeter's hands.

"What is it Beau!? We're...UGH....REALLY BUSY!!!" He pulled again, and Beau leaned down and whispered to Kermit.

"I think we should get Uncle Deadly, maybe he can help us."

Kermit stopped for a moment, then he looked over at Beaureagard. "That's a great idea, except Deadly can't leave the theatre."

"Then, we'll bring them over there! That should work, shouldn't it?" He smiled, as Kermit wriggled his fingers deeper between the two, keeping Skeeter's iron grip somewhat at bay. He was the only reason Scooter wasn't actually dead yet, as Skeeter was squeezing his fingers actually with full force, instead of Scooter's neck.

"Guys!! Let's pick the two up, and haul them into Gonzo's truck! We'll take them to the theatre!! Deadly can figure out what's going on with them!!" Kermit exclaimed, and all together they lifted the twins, and ran with them, outside to the truck. Finally once they got into the truck, they were able to get them seperated. Skeeter kept lunging at Scooter, who was laying on his side now, in Piggy's lap.

Skeeter hasn't opened her eyes yet. Beau, and Clifford were the last ones out of the house. Beauregard has Scooter's jacket in his hands, and Clifford had the twins' glasses. They piled into Fozzie's studebaker and all of them drove like mad to the theatre.

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Skeeter was still battling Steve, or at least trying to, inside the black void. She was lunging, and kicking, but she could never get close to him, something held her back from him. She pulled and struggled with all her might, but she felt someone's arms around her, keeping her from Steve. Steve was laughing coldly, watching her struggle.

"You will never get to me, child." He laughed, watching her struggle. "Remember the tactics when held back? TRY THEM NOW!" He bellowed.

She struggled somemore, and suddenly reared around and bit down on the black void.

 

[The Count]

Such a great chapter... Giving us more insight on the past between Skeeter and her foster parents... And thank Bo for coming up with the idea of getting the twins back to the theater.
*Knocking on back room's door... Uncle Deadly, 5 minutes to showtime Mr. Deadly.

Oh, and don't forget about Jessica. If they get to the theater and Steve's dealt with, Jessica's still at Nancy's home. Though maybe Nancy can deal with her herself while the gang's at the theater?
Just some suggestions.

 

[ReneeLouvier]

Chapter Thirty Four

"YEOOOWWW!!!" Beaureagard yelled, as Skeeter bit down on his arm, with full force. She wriggled tightly, trying to pull away from him. Kermit leapt over, in the moving truck and looked straight at Beau.

"Don't let go of her, Beau! She's strong, but we know you're stronger then her! Keep a tight hold on her!!" He said, urgently. He looked down at Beau's furry arm, there were slight bite marks, but it didn't pierce through his skin.

"You're not hurt, just please...she might try it again, keep a tight hold on her. She must think...." He looked over at Scooter, who was silent, still breathing but asleep and exhausted, in Piggy's lap. She had her arms around him, keeping him from sliding everywhere in the truck bed. It hit Kermit like a ton of bricks.

"In Skeeter's mind....she must be seeing Scooter's body as that spirits. Somehow. She would never harm him, I know it."

Everyone watched, as Skeeter kept struggling in Beau's arms. He has his shirt rolled up to his elbows, so she wouldn't destroy it, and he ended up taking his suspenders and crossing them over Skeeter with her arms over each other, like a weird straightjacket of some sorts. Beau gently stepped off of the truck, once they got to the theatre, and he walked inside.

Dr. Honeydew and Beaker were waiting for them, as well as Uncle Deadly and Auntie Eleanor. Piggy had called them on her cell phone the ride over there.

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"What have we here?" Bunsen inquired, as he looked over Skeeter she was now strapped to a small table on the stage, still fighting against the bonds that held her tight. Deadly was beside her, with Eleanor on the other side. Eleanor had one scaly hand in Skeeter's, gripping it tightly.

"What do you think, dear?" Eleanor asked Deadly, looking down at Skeeter. She leaned over and gently opened one of Skeeter's eyes. They were bloodshot, and rolled back into her head. "Frightful position she's in, Deadie. She's possessed isn't she?"

"Quite true, my love. She has a malcontent spirit dwelling within her. We must excise it then."

Kermit hopped up on stage, about to stop Deadly. "What are you doing? You don't know how to do surgery!!"

"Surgery, frog? This is no surgery. I shant be cutting into her the least bit. Perhaps...I should find an old friend. He could perhaps help us." Deadly looked around a moment, and as if he called his name, Death appeared in his usual black flames and smoke.

"What is it, Deadly? I've spent too much time among the living as it is. I've finally gotten some nice quiet torturing of poor souls in, and you bother me! WHAT IS IT!?"

Deadly merely pointed to Skeeter, frowning. "She's been possessed, and I am not sure what to do. This spirit inhabiting her, it seems to be a free-roaming spirit. I've never encountered those kind before, dear Death."

Death stepped forward, and looked down at Skeeter, his bony hand laid across her chest. On another table, not strapped down, was Scooter, but it looked like he was just sleeping.

"This is the boy's sister, is it not?" He said simply, his eyes, although he had none to speak of, were watching intently on her body. She kept twitching, and moving, trying to break those cloth and leather bonds that held her tight.

"Yes, it is his sister. For...for once, I'm at a loss of how to help her, Death. I had thought, perhaps..." He stammered a bit, trying to keep dignifed around his boss, but it wasn't really that well.

"Stand back, Deadly. I shall handle this." With that, Death tucked his sytche underneath his left arm, and he rolled up the sleeve on his right, revealing a skeleton arm, with threads of what was skin and muscles and tissue still hanging off from it. The bone was cracked and weathered looking, his fingers cracked with every move. He clenched his hand tightly, then unfurled it, plunging it into Skeeter's chest.

Piggy and Fozzie both shrieked, and fainted. Gonzo was on the edge of his seat, he thought this was pretty awesome to be able to watch firsthand. Kermit, he just wished she was going to be alright. Death withdrew his hand once more, a grayed spirit wrapped around his arm.

"You saught revenge, where it was not needed. Coronel Steven Walters, you shall not roam this plane anymore!" Death cast Steve's spirit to the side, and it simply dissapeared with a shriek and a smoky fog. Death looked down at Skeeter, who was limp; and looked almost dead.

"Deadly. Watch over them. Understand?"

Deadly nodded vigrously as Death left the stage, chuckling. "I know exactly which soul to continue on now..." His chuckle rose to a chilling laugh, as he finally left for good.

 

[The Count]

*In Featherstone voice: Huge applause!
Crowd, applauding.

Magnificent Renee... Can't wait to see how Death deals with Jessica... If he's the one who gets to her first...

Beauregard braved his bitemarks nobly... Deadly trying to remain dignified before his boss, but failing...
Piggy and Fozzie both out on the floor... Gonzo on the edge of his seat...

Good stuff here, post more when ready.