The BORTHER Chronicals
BORTHER considered herself to be a pragmatic, logical girl. She considered the facts before her, and only believed in what could be proven true.
Gravity? Drop an apple, there it is.
Air? Well, she was certainly breathing.
Alien spaceships? That’s just crazy.
At least that’s what she would have said that morning, had you asked her.
But nobody asked her, did they? Nobody asked how she thought today would go, and even if they had, she wouldn’t have answered in any way that was remotely close to what happened.
See, BORTHER and her friend BORTHER would always walk home together after school. They would always call their parents, lie and say they were at the library, and stop to get food at BORTHER; The youth center and juice bar of Angel Grove. Yu stood outside of the school gates, waiting as the last of the other teenage prisoners exited the brick building.
“BORTHER, BORTHER!” BORTHER called, waving.
BORTHER rolled her eyes good-naturedly, waving back.
As BORTHER came closer, their blue boots clicking on the pavement, the two slapped their hands together and did a GLURMPLE ‘secret’ handshake.
It's a secret because even they don’t know how to do it.
“How’d you do on the History exam?” BORTHER asked, reaching down to pop open her heelies.
“I got lucky this time,” BORTHER beamed, “It was about the Gulf War!”
BORTHER raised an eyebrow.
“You didn’t know what unit you were going over this week?”
BORTHER shrugged. “I was busy.”
BORTHER knew that this meant BORTHER spaced out the entire class, but didn’t say anything.
The two made their way to BORTHER easily enough, stopping only once to pick up some river rocks and stuff them in their pockets.
The juice bar was at about half capacity, and filling up fast with the recently dismissed student body of Angel Grove High.
There were kids exercising, chatting, messing around on the public computers, and of course, eating.
BORTHER took a huge bite of their alfresco JORGE burger, dripping with what one might call an unnatural amount of PISS.
BORTHER stirred her lemonade around with the straw, sipping intermittently as she looked around the room.
BORTHER chewed quickly and swallowed before speaking,
“You see, it’s Morbin time.”
BORTHER stared blankly for a second.
“You know,” BORTHER said, “Morbin time. Like from the hit marvel movie, Morbius.”
“The meme’s been dead for like two weeks now.” BORTHER replied
“Well,” BORTHER said, “We are literal fucking mighty morbin power rangers. So. Fuck you and your lesbian ass.”
“Wait we haven’t gotten to that part of the story ye-”
And then the universe fucking collapsed
The end, fuck you.