[satansaloser2005]

Sorry, but I was dying and my internet was pronounced a few hours back. Still....


Form walked into the midst of the squabbling contestants, planting himself right beside Pitch. “Silence!” he shouted. “I kill you!”

Everyone hushed and they all turned to stare at him.

“Now that is how you control a room,” a ghostly voice muttered. Someone glanced in his direction. “Horrible Form, Form,” he amended. “You expect people to listen with such cheap taglines?”

Form turned to Pitch and shoved him into the middle of the group. “Dance,” he ordered.

“Listen, man, I don’t know what your problem is but leave me alone,” Pitch said, shoving back.

“My girlfriend’s dead. Somebody’s going to pay for it and it’s going to be you. Now dance.”

“What?”

“Nienna. Somebody killed Nienna. Was it you?”

Pitch slowly shook his head. “Noooo....” Form pushed him out and ordered him to dance and he shook his head. “What is this, a bad Back to the Future parody? This competition is ridiculous. No special events, nothing of interest. I’m bored.”

“Then entertain the rest of us and dance!” Form shouted.

“Exactly how is this punishing me?”

“No idea,” Form admitted, “but I’ll think of something.”

“Take off his pants!” someone shouted from the crowd.

“Yeah, his pants!”

Steve blinked a few times. “I vote against that, actually.”

“Works for me,” said a couple of ghostly voices, and they grinned as Form nodded.

Music blared into the room and Pitch groaned. “You have got to be kidding me,” he grumbled.

The music grew louder and everyone stared at him expectantly until he finally started to dance. Form watched as Pitch’s moves became more and more uncoordinated; he obviously wasn’t much of a dancer. Form was just about to tell Pitch to stop when the floor began to creak under him. He had been dancing far too hard and too fast over the same spot.

“Form....” Pitch said as he continued.

“Keep dancing.”

“But Form, I didn’t do it!”

“Keep dancing,” Form insisted. “Someone’s going to pay for what they did to Nienna.”

“But I didn’t do it! I swear, I-”

“Oooo!”

Several of the girls whistled and Steve’s expression changed. “Oh, not those kind of pants,” he said. “Well that’s all right then.”

“Form!” Pitch shouted, blushing. “Let me pull up my pants. Come on, man....”

“Keep dancing!”

“But Form, I- Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!”

Pitch disappeared through the floor, his yell echoing as he fell. Form stepped forward and looked down to see Pitch and his pants lying several feet away from each other.

Pitch was dead. And he hadn’t changed. Form threw up and walked away.



To clarify....

Pitch is dead. He was an ordo. (I'll update this properly when I finish the other narrations later tonight, but it's freezing out here so I'm in a rush.)




Because I suck, if you've voted for Pitch and won't be back to change it I won't count it against you, and if you'd like to change your vote go ahead. Also, Pitch's votes will still count, because I'd planned to leave his death to the end of the Day but someone *cough* Nienna *cough* wouldn't let me sleep so I did it now.


Going off to judge parodies now. ^_^