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still_grrrTitle Ted
Author lauratd
Rating pg13
Word Count approx. 1260
Prompt 38: Ted
Characters/Pairing (if any) Ted & OCs
A/N not up for voting
November 27, 1976
Well I found out why Mom let Dad have us for Thanksgiving. She has a new boyfriend - Ted. He's a complete nerd. He works for Lockheed making robots which might impress Ricky, but he's 7 and not so hard to impress. I'd be more impressed if I was sure he wasn't a robot himself. He's so weird. He talks like Ward Cleaver but he's not my dad and this isn't the 50s, so he can just forget it. My mom thinks he's all liberated because he cooks, but he talks to her like she's an idiot and it seems like she's becoming one. She acts all giggly and dorky around him. It makes me sick. I don't care if I have to spend the rest of my life in my room. I'm not eating the dinner he made for us, besides I'm too sick to my stomach to eat anything.
December 25, 1976
Christmas completely sucked this year. Ted fucking ruins everything! First of all my mom's all mad because I didn't want to give him a gift. I'm sorry but why should I get a gift for someone I've only known a month and I already hate? So she bought something for him and put my name on it and when he thanked me I told him to thank my mom because she's the one who bought it for him. So I get sent to my room (what else is new....but that's OK, it's better than having to watch my mom look all googly eyed at Ted as he talks like he's the fucking king of knowing everything.
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
Ted says if I keep swearing like a sailor, I will never get a boyfriend. Well I FUCKING hope so, because from what I can tell, boyfriends turn you into a stupid slut who can't do anything but agree with every FUCKING thing they say. I'll stay "potty mouthed" and alone in my room thanks.
I want to move in with Dad, but he says the lawyers won't let him take me unless Mom agrees. Maybe I should
What the Hell? My mom is totally freaking out about something. Oh Fuck, she's screaming for me to get down there. What now?
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!
SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!!!!!
Ted just gave my mom a ring for Christmas and they are getting married on Fucking Valentine's Day. My mom is all forgiving me for being "rude" and wants me to be the maid of honor, because we are going to be some big fucking happy family. Oh Right.
That's it. I'm running away.
December 28, 1976
I don't know whether or not to tell Ricky about running away. I don't want to leave him here with them. He might be a pain but he's my brother and he's only a little kid so he can't be expected to figure out that Ted is evil, especially since Ted's all coaching his soccer team and stuff. I'm worried if I tell Ricky, he won't want to come and he might tell Mom on me. Maybe I read From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs Basil E. Frankweiler too many times but part of me dreams that Ricky and I can pool our allowances (though unlike Jaime, Ricky never saves his, so he probably has 10 cents or something) and go live in a Museum.
I know that's stupid. I'll have to steal money if I'm going to be able to survive. Babysitting money isn't going to cut it and how am I going to get babysitting jobs if I'm a runaway? SHIT! I wish I was 16 so I could get a real job.
December 30, 1976
I could KILL Ricky! He fucking told my Mom that I was planning to run away. That's what I get for offering to take him with me. I'm now cut off from my allowance and I'm not allowed to babysit and I'm grounded forever. SHIT! I hate my life!
So now instead of me watching Ricky while they go to Ted's stupid work party on New Years, they are hiring Mrs. Bagby to babysit both of us. I'm fucking 12, I don't need a fucking babysitter! I should just drug Mrs. Bagby and run away without Ricky. Serve them all right.
June 13, 1977
Dr. Carlisle says that I should start a journal. She promises that it will be private, but excuse me if I doubt that. I'm in this fucking place because of my last diary. Ted used it to make everyone think I killed Ricky.
No one believes me that Ted did it. Not even my Dad. He says he blames himself because he knew I was troubled by my Mom's new relationship. Yes I was troubled. My mom was having a relationship with an evil creep. That doesn't make me crazy. Ted and Mom are the crazy ones, but they are all happy and married.
I don't know how Ted could be at the party all night and also sneak back home to drug Mrs. Bagby and kill Ricky, but it had to have been him. I was in my room the whole time because I was always in my room. When I heard the window break I ran to the family room where Ricky and Mrs. Bagby were watching "A New Year's Rockin Eve. "
Mrs. Bagby was snoring in her chair with her glass of egg nog spilled all over her. Ricky was lying in front of the TV while BTO played "Taking Care of Business" Then I noticed the blood. I picked up the piece of glass that was lying by his throat... so with my fingerprints and the entry from my diary that Ted found "after" the murder and Ted being at the party all night- everyone thought it was me that killed Ricky. Ted had an alibi because everyone saw him at the party all night and there were pictures of course and the door was locked and the window was broken from the inside, so well of course that means I'm a psycho killer.
They tell me that they don't think I'm lying. They just think I'm crazy and can't remember anything, but I know I didn't do it and I know Ted did it. Maybe he made a killer robot or something. Maybe he is a killer robot. I know it sounds like I'm crazy and it looks like I'm crazy and maybe I am crazy, but I know I didn't kill Ricky and I know it was Ted.
December 10, 1997
The Sunnydale police found my mother's bones in a closet. Ted's closet. There were three other women in there. He was trying to kill a fourth, but her daughter killed him with a frying pan. Why the hell didn't I think of that? Turns out he *was* an evil killer robot. So I wasn't crazy: at least not back then.
20 fucking years in this place and now I'm going home for Christmas. Happy Fucking Holidays I guess.
Going home. I don't have a fucking home. Nobody in my family would visit me except Dad and he died last year.
Dr. Felzper says they will try and find a half way house to help me "readjust" to society. Maybe I can start babysitting again. Yeah, because everyone is going to want me keeping their kids safe. I did such a great job for Ricky.
Author lauratd
Rating pg13
Word Count approx. 1260
Prompt 38: Ted
Characters/Pairing (if any) Ted & OCs
A/N not up for voting
November 27, 1976
Well I found out why Mom let Dad have us for Thanksgiving. She has a new boyfriend - Ted. He's a complete nerd. He works for Lockheed making robots which might impress Ricky, but he's 7 and not so hard to impress. I'd be more impressed if I was sure he wasn't a robot himself. He's so weird. He talks like Ward Cleaver but he's not my dad and this isn't the 50s, so he can just forget it. My mom thinks he's all liberated because he cooks, but he talks to her like she's an idiot and it seems like she's becoming one. She acts all giggly and dorky around him. It makes me sick. I don't care if I have to spend the rest of my life in my room. I'm not eating the dinner he made for us, besides I'm too sick to my stomach to eat anything.
December 25, 1976
Christmas completely sucked this year. Ted fucking ruins everything! First of all my mom's all mad because I didn't want to give him a gift. I'm sorry but why should I get a gift for someone I've only known a month and I already hate? So she bought something for him and put my name on it and when he thanked me I told him to thank my mom because she's the one who bought it for him. So I get sent to my room (what else is new....but that's OK, it's better than having to watch my mom look all googly eyed at Ted as he talks like he's the fucking king of knowing everything.
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
Ted says if I keep swearing like a sailor, I will never get a boyfriend. Well I FUCKING hope so, because from what I can tell, boyfriends turn you into a stupid slut who can't do anything but agree with every FUCKING thing they say. I'll stay "potty mouthed" and alone in my room thanks.
I want to move in with Dad, but he says the lawyers won't let him take me unless Mom agrees. Maybe I should
What the Hell? My mom is totally freaking out about something. Oh Fuck, she's screaming for me to get down there. What now?
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!
SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!!!!!
Ted just gave my mom a ring for Christmas and they are getting married on Fucking Valentine's Day. My mom is all forgiving me for being "rude" and wants me to be the maid of honor, because we are going to be some big fucking happy family. Oh Right.
That's it. I'm running away.
December 28, 1976
I don't know whether or not to tell Ricky about running away. I don't want to leave him here with them. He might be a pain but he's my brother and he's only a little kid so he can't be expected to figure out that Ted is evil, especially since Ted's all coaching his soccer team and stuff. I'm worried if I tell Ricky, he won't want to come and he might tell Mom on me. Maybe I read From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs Basil E. Frankweiler too many times but part of me dreams that Ricky and I can pool our allowances (though unlike Jaime, Ricky never saves his, so he probably has 10 cents or something) and go live in a Museum.
I know that's stupid. I'll have to steal money if I'm going to be able to survive. Babysitting money isn't going to cut it and how am I going to get babysitting jobs if I'm a runaway? SHIT! I wish I was 16 so I could get a real job.
December 30, 1976
I could KILL Ricky! He fucking told my Mom that I was planning to run away. That's what I get for offering to take him with me. I'm now cut off from my allowance and I'm not allowed to babysit and I'm grounded forever. SHIT! I hate my life!
So now instead of me watching Ricky while they go to Ted's stupid work party on New Years, they are hiring Mrs. Bagby to babysit both of us. I'm fucking 12, I don't need a fucking babysitter! I should just drug Mrs. Bagby and run away without Ricky. Serve them all right.
June 13, 1977
Dr. Carlisle says that I should start a journal. She promises that it will be private, but excuse me if I doubt that. I'm in this fucking place because of my last diary. Ted used it to make everyone think I killed Ricky.
No one believes me that Ted did it. Not even my Dad. He says he blames himself because he knew I was troubled by my Mom's new relationship. Yes I was troubled. My mom was having a relationship with an evil creep. That doesn't make me crazy. Ted and Mom are the crazy ones, but they are all happy and married.
I don't know how Ted could be at the party all night and also sneak back home to drug Mrs. Bagby and kill Ricky, but it had to have been him. I was in my room the whole time because I was always in my room. When I heard the window break I ran to the family room where Ricky and Mrs. Bagby were watching "A New Year's Rockin Eve. "
Mrs. Bagby was snoring in her chair with her glass of egg nog spilled all over her. Ricky was lying in front of the TV while BTO played "Taking Care of Business" Then I noticed the blood. I picked up the piece of glass that was lying by his throat... so with my fingerprints and the entry from my diary that Ted found "after" the murder and Ted being at the party all night- everyone thought it was me that killed Ricky. Ted had an alibi because everyone saw him at the party all night and there were pictures of course and the door was locked and the window was broken from the inside, so well of course that means I'm a psycho killer.
They tell me that they don't think I'm lying. They just think I'm crazy and can't remember anything, but I know I didn't do it and I know Ted did it. Maybe he made a killer robot or something. Maybe he is a killer robot. I know it sounds like I'm crazy and it looks like I'm crazy and maybe I am crazy, but I know I didn't kill Ricky and I know it was Ted.
December 10, 1997
The Sunnydale police found my mother's bones in a closet. Ted's closet. There were three other women in there. He was trying to kill a fourth, but her daughter killed him with a frying pan. Why the hell didn't I think of that? Turns out he *was* an evil killer robot. So I wasn't crazy: at least not back then.
20 fucking years in this place and now I'm going home for Christmas. Happy Fucking Holidays I guess.
Going home. I don't have a fucking home. Nobody in my family would visit me except Dad and he died last year.
Dr. Felzper says they will try and find a half way house to help me "readjust" to society. Maybe I can start babysitting again. Yeah, because everyone is going to want me keeping their kids safe. I did such a great job for Ricky.
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