Niagra Falls skit Heroes styleBased off a sketch the Three Stooges do in one of their episodes! <3
Matt: (bumps into Sylar) Sorry, pal!
Sylar: Pal....its been a while since Ive been called pal.
Matt: (recognizes him as Sylar) Wait! Arent you that serial killer? (backs away)
Sylar: I havent always been a serial killer.....I was normal once, just like you. Would you like to hear my story?
Matt: Not re
Sylar: Many years ago I went by the name of...Gabriel. I had a family--a mother, a father. I even had a stuffed animal. Mr. BunBun. I loved that stuffed animal. One day, I lost it. I lost Mr. BunBun, never to see him again.
Matt: Wait--was it pink?
Matt: Was it fluffy?
Matt: Did it have chew marks around the edges of the ears because you used to gnaw it whilst asleep?
Sylar: Yes yes!! Do you have him?!
Matt: Nope was just an educated guess.
Sylar: Oh. Anyway...after losing Mr. BunBun I lost myself. To hear my own name drove me insane. To me, Ga
Knowledge Chapter One"Any last words?"
She keeps staring at me, that....that awestruck look in her eyes. Whats this girls problem?
You know I dont have any powers, right?
God, that arrogance!
You know who I am. You know where I am. Do you honestly think Id let you leave alive? Youre disposable to me.
She smilessmiles!and says, If you really thought that Id be already dead.
My turn to be sarcastic. Oh, really? Because I was under the impression that I was being humane, giving you some last wishes.
Somethinga memory, perhaps?flashed across her eyes. Nonetheless she remained looking content where she was, tied to a chair in my apartment.
Sylar! That startles her a bit.
Sylar. I can help you.
I feel my eyebrow raise but suppress it. Too human. You have no powers; you already pointed that out to me. What use would you be to me?
the devil on Sam's shoulderWeak. Useless. Failure. Freak.
A chant. A mantra. My own mind, torturing me,
bullying me. Brainwashing myself and I can’t help it.
Freak. Stupid. You don’t belong.
Everything is my fault. Mom was my fault. Every stupid mistake
on a hunt is made by me. Dad and Dean, they hate me. They
don’t say it, but it’s in their eyes. Somehow that’s worse than
them just telling me.
Pain. Pain. It’ll help. Distract.
The idea makes me sick. I’ve always heard peoples’ stories, and
seen their scars. I didn’t ever wanna be one of them. But now
I’m scared I am, or am becoming…it keeps being so tempting…
Release. Open. Punishment.
I’m shaking; I’m crying. I want to scream; curl up in a corner
and just disappear. I don’t know why. I’m drowning.
Make it stop.
Pick it up. Pick it up. Pick it up.
No. I won’t.
I’m stronger than that. It’s just crashing over me, l
A Best Friendi pity those
without a friend,
to complete your soul.
because this friend,
this perfect girl,
on the darkest days.
your other half,
empty in your heart.
but the times
you two will share,
both of your lifetimes,
worth any pain
you may ever feel,
forever, have each other.
and you wouldn't
A Brotherly Wake-Up Call Part 2Dean hadn't taken three steps away from Sam when he was suddenly tackled onto the ground from behind. The fall hurt like hell but Dean managed to smile into the smelly carpet and chuckle. "Well, well, looks like someone's pissed."
"You are so dead, Dean." Sam growled into his older brother's ear.
Dean shook his head as much as he could with it pressed into the floor of the motel. "You know just as well as I do that I'm not ticklish, Sam. So you better have some other trick up your sleeve."
"You so sure of that, Dean? 'Cuz I've got some really old memories of times that seem to suggest you're otherwise."
When the pair had landed on the floor, Sam had had his arms wrapped around Dean's waist, so his hands were pinned underneath the two of them, squished against Dean's stomach. Sam now maneuvered his fingers to start prodding the soft skin below Dean's bellybutton and Dean started to squirm.
"Hey! Cut that out!" Sam started using his nails to scratch the twitching area of skin where Dean'