Among every group of people, small and large. There is a Steve. Silly people who no one understands or likes. People who have been labelled as strange and unwelcome. People with no place in society. People who are most likely to vandalize benches, who don't partake in normal people activities.
A person nobody wants.
...
Steve just so happened to be that Steve in the group. He was Steve. And Steve was Steve. Goofy, loud, rambunctious, random and...
Wrong.
Among the citizens of his tropical home, he was an outcast. An unwanted stranger. A hermit man with a super soft mole on his left hand which he named Steve Downy JR.
But Steve was oblivious to their hate. He lived his days as happy as any hermit man with stupidly named clusters of skin. Fishing away his troubles and eating clam pancakes with his life long friend, George the rubber chicken. George understood Steve. He listened to his lamenting, his terrible jokes, his silly stories about love. And that one girl who repeatedly smacked him with a fish. And between them, they shared something that would never break. A bond as strong as STEAL. Or as strong as superman's super strong abs that he obtained from working out in the super gym, all super night and super day.
Friendship.
They existed peacefully together as lifelong companions. Forever alone on the little island they inhabited. Eating clam pancakes.
But one day, they're lives change forever.
...
Well, Steve's life changes forever. George doesn't have a life.
Because he's an inanimate object.
This is going to be amazing. I'm already laughing, and it's only the prologue.
Post by BlueberryJayPie on Apr 10, 2018 12:48:13 GMT
Chapter 5 (Part 2)
The bulky stand keeper stumbled around the stand, fell on his knees and gently picked up one of his now damaged fish. And were those... Tears? Steve bit his lip, clasped his hands together and moved towards the crestfallen stand keeper, a guilty expression on his face. "I-I'm terrible sorry, I uh." He began his mouth dry. People from the crowd began walking forward, a few shoving Steve out of the way to assist the stand keeper. One put a hand on the mans shoulder, glared at Steve and shook his head slowly. The stand keeper stood up stiffly. "Do you have any idea what you just cost me?" He demanded furiously. Steve twiddled his fingers, thinking for a moment. "Uh... Fish?" He answered finally. Underlaying the constant shriek of gulls, a few facepalms could be heard in the distance. "NO YOU MORON! I could have sold these fish! SOLD them!" "Oh er... I'm sure I can help you catch more! I'm great at fishing!" Steve piped up cheerfully. The stand keeper merely shook his head angrily, finger lifted to point accusingly at him. "You couldn't catch a fish in a million years!" Steve stiffened. "Are you saying I'm a bad fisherman? IF YOU ARE-" "Hah!" The stand keeper guffawed. "I've been telling you that for years. It's just never gotten through your thick skull." Steve was hurt. "How dare you!" He gasped. The stand keeper shook his head. "No, how a dare you." Steve looked around in confusion. "Er, sorry?" The stand keeper threw down the damaged fish he had been holding exasperatedly. "Seriously? You destroyed me property. Pay up." Steve's heart sunk. "Oh, yes. Um about that..." He stammered. The stand keeper raised an eyebrow. "Hm?" Steve shoved his hands into his pockets, turning them inside out for all to see. "I'm poor."
The bulky stand keeper stumbled around the stand, fell on his knees and gently picked up one of his now damaged fish. And were those... Tears? Steve bit his lip, clasped his hands together and moved towards the crestfallen stand keeper, a guilty expression on his face. "I-I'm terrible sorry, I uh." He began his mouth dry. People from the crowd began walking forward, a few shoving Steve out of the way to assist the stand keeper. One put a hand on the mans shoulder, glared at Steve and shook his head slowly. The stand keeper stood up stiffly. "Do you have any idea what you just cost me?" He demanded furiously. Steve twiddled his fingers, thinking for a moment. "Uh... Fish?" He answered finally. Underlaying the constant shriek of gulls, a few facepalms could be heard in the distance. "NO YOU MORON! I could have sold these fish! SOLD them!" "Oh er... I'm sure I can help you catch more! I'm great at fishing!" Steve piped up cheerfully. The stand keeper merely shook his head angrily, finger lifted to point accusingly at him. "You couldn't catch a fish in a million years!" Steve stiffened. "Are you saying I'm a bad fisherman? IF YOU ARE-" "Hah!" The stand keeper guffawed. "I've been telling you that for years. It's just never gotten through your thick skull." Steve was hurt. "How dare you!" He gasped. The stand keeper shook his head. "No, how a dare you." Steve looked around in confusion. "Er, sorry?" The stand keeper threw down the damaged fish he had been holding exasperatedly. "Seriously? You destroyed me property. Pay up." Steve's heart sunk. "Oh, yes. Um about that..." He stammered. The stand keeper raised an eyebrow. "Hm?" Steve shoved his hands into his pockets, turning them inside out for all to see. "I'm poor."
"I'm poor." ~Steve FINALLY! A fictional character that I can relate to on a personal level!
The bulky stand keeper stumbled around the stand, fell on his knees and gently picked up one of his now damaged fish. And were those... Tears? Steve bit his lip, clasped his hands together and moved towards the crestfallen stand keeper, a guilty expression on his face. "I-I'm terrible sorry, I uh." He began his mouth dry. People from the crowd began walking forward, a few shoving Steve out of the way to assist the stand keeper. One put a hand on the mans shoulder, glared at Steve and shook his head slowly. The stand keeper stood up stiffly. "Do you have any idea what you just cost me?" He demanded furiously. Steve twiddled his fingers, thinking for a moment. "Uh... Fish?" He answered finally. Underlaying the constant shriek of gulls, a few facepalms could be heard in the distance. "NO YOU MORON! I could have sold these fish! SOLD them!" "Oh er... I'm sure I can help you catch more! I'm great at fishing!" Steve piped up cheerfully. The stand keeper merely shook his head angrily, finger lifted to point accusingly at him. "You couldn't catch a fish in a million years!" Steve stiffened. "Are you saying I'm a bad fisherman? IF YOU ARE-" "Hah!" The stand keeper guffawed. "I've been telling you that for years. It's just never gotten through your thick skull." Steve was hurt. "How dare you!" He gasped. The stand keeper shook his head. "No, how a dare you." Steve looked around in confusion. "Er, sorry?" The stand keeper threw down the damaged fish he had been holding exasperatedly. "Seriously? You destroyed me property. Pay up." Steve's heart sunk. "Oh, yes. Um about that..." He stammered. The stand keeper raised an eyebrow. "Hm?" Steve shoved his hands into his pockets, turning them inside out for all to see. "I'm poor."
"I'm poor." ~Steve FINALLY! A fictional character that I can relate to on a personal level!
I'm already laughing, and it's only the prologue. 
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