Ghost Wedgie (request)

I'm really sorry I'm so late. Let's just say I had a Family visit. Anyway, this request is for "Rammsteinfan1994". I hope you like it.

There were certain things you couldn't get around while being a citizen of westwork City. 1: was big Larry book hour, hosted by a guy capable of reading books in a way that even non-readers loved it. 2: The chillie festival in the mongomery Park. And 3 (exactly): The baseball game between the "Bloody Rex"es and the "blue eye"ers. It was before good marketing was invented. Anyway, Marcia Johnson wasn't exactly sure what to expect from this situation. In the past she had used to visit those games every single time. But back then her husband had still been around. She blinked against the tears and raised her chin towars the sky. It was dark, yet dominated by the mass of stars. Years ago, when Marcia had still been a kid, she had often visited her grandparents on their farm in the south. Both had been very religous. And once her grandfather had told her that the stars were "little holes god made, so the people on earth can spot the light from heaven". She had soon enough started to doubt those storys in privat. But he loved it so much to tell them, and she loved to see him happy. In some ways, in the middle of that context, the "True or not true" had been really unimportant. She lowered her head, smiled and looked at the little, precious gift she was holding in her arms. The little baby with the pink pacifier in his mouth. Had his fathers eyes. "I'm still here", she whispered and kissed the little one on his head. "And nobodys gonna hurt you, okay?"

Rebecca sat on the tribunes and pushed her pen into the paper-block she was holding. A dark, a black spot started to appear. She had written quit a few things in her live, novels, essays, short storys, cooking manuals, mostly for the internet. But now she was aiming for a publification in actuall book form. She frowned. Her head felt heavy, her ears were full of thunder. In the past it hadn't mattered. She worked in an office, belonged to the marketing section of a rather big publisher. She had read and worked on dozen of fiction and non fiction works. But she never dared to submit something herself... She shook her head and felt her long black hair dancing in the grip of the wind. Rebecca had learned that nothing worked without noise as company. She coudn't write in complete silence. So she usually listened to the radio, had the television on without looking at it. From time to time she chose music. But now? Once you planned on submitting something to expert people, you could easily get blocked or thrown down by your fear and by the pressure. And for the first time she suffered from just that. And here she was. Perhaps the combination of energy, of joy and frustration, would help her to (at the very least) create some good bullet points. Notes which would give birth to an outline or even a entire script. She leaned back, closed her eyes and started to put her hand in the "Well of imagination", that her childhood neighor had often talked about. She felt the warm and cold senation, her fingers were surrounded by old stone, went deeper and deeper... Rebecca's purple Jacket seemed to dance around her curvy figure. She wasn't exactly here to focus on the game. She was one of the people who loved playing sport, yet couldn't get anything out of watching other people doing it. In the past that had been what made her hate being a bench warmer. Therefore it wasn't surprising that she didn't even look at the playing field. She enjoyed the sounds, including the screaming or groaning of the fans. It was far away but also present. Meanwhile she started to write, words formed sentences, senteced grew into paragraphes. And her lips formed a smile, slowely but surely. And then everything changed. A giant... Object appeared over their heads. Bill Meyer, the local "Post buddy", big and round glasses above a gray mustache, raised his head as the first one and pointet at the round thing with his ice-cream spoon. The hand holding the bowl started to shake. And so the high amount of Ice cream started to look like a swiss mountain in the midds of an earth quake. And the red souce got a new, unpleasent meaning. "Fuck!", he screamed. "FUCK! FUCK! Guys, look at that!" It was a sure things of things to come that the unknown object caused that guy to curse. He slowly shook his head while more and more people followed his lead. All the way up to the players themselves. No matter where they had been standing in the round arena, they all started to slowly walk into the middle of the building. Strong shoework found a way through the green grass, kicked little stones into the shadows. Some of the players were mumbling. Others simply shook their head or pressed a hand against their forehead. A kid, Billy, who had the job of throwing the morning newspaper at the houses of the residents, slowly raised a piece of popcorn and shoved it into his mouth. This was unreal. His brother and mum would never believe this! And most people felt similair. The closer it came, the more the weird Object resembled an actuall fucking spaceship! A spaceship! Bill remembered going into pretty much every mayor science fiction film for the last few decades. Often enough he had left the cinema shaking his head. colourful light appeared all over the ship, one after another. The players had stopped. Some had their arms around others. Some raised them towards the ship. But they all were bathed in the same strong light.

"So how are you doing?" Angela wore her red hair in a powerful ponytail. She wore a black shirt and skinny jeans. She looked at her sister with warm blue eyes and raised her thin eyebrows. Marcia forced herself to smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." Angela hesitated. She came closer and put one hand on the shoulder Marcias shoulder. "Come on, you love those games. Always did. Remember: It all started here." She gulped. Was it a mistake to remind her sister of her husband? He was gone, would never come back. On the other side they had spend wonderful years together. Had helped eachother to furfil their dreams. That was precious. And indestructible. After all, they even had a child, a wonderful, brillaint beacon of hope for the future. It had been hard for the entire family to witness Marcia putting up walls around herself. She hadn' left the house for severel weeks. Hadn't answered the phone or the computer. But to witness her give up those games she had loved for so long... It was unbearable. "Nice of you and all... but I just don't feel okay. This shoudn't be about checking of a checkpoint list. I wanna enjoy what I do, okay?" Marcia sighed. "Bring Sammy home. I'll come along soon enough." She smiled. "See you." It was unbearable for her to look at Angela for any longer. So she simply turned around and went inside. She wanted to at least get herself a bit of popcorn and ice tea. She felt the worried gaze of her sister in her back. She didn't turn around. Slowly, it started to rain. Everyone in the stadium was still standing there as if frozen. "Let it go", Billy's dad said and pulled him away into safety. The boy loudly protested. His father was stronger and so they were soon gone. BAM! The ship was gone with a purple flash. They gulped. And... a thin figure stepped towards them. Said person was wearing a long dark robe with hood. Both hands were hidden in wide sleeves. Jeanice Oliver, the local librarian, fell onto her knees and covered her mouth with both hands. Some started to cry. Others shouted. Anyway, the figure came to a stop, raised her head and slowly took of the hood. And... good god... it was  a white alien with purely black eyes. It showed a small smile and streched out it's arms in a hug like gesture. They all walked closer, moved slowly and couldn't look away. And then, the eyes of the aliens seemed to shine from mockery. Rebecca slowly raised herself and felt her eyes get wider. How could this be real? Was she facing a marketing trick? No, she thought and shook her head. They woudn't do that in the middle of a game! Or would they? She frowned and walked towards the weird... alien. Was this what they had been after? The breakthrough opportunity? Or were they facing their certain doom? "Are you...? Can... we... help... you?" "How your doing, spacedude?" The Alien started to grin. And light gave birth to change.

Marcia walked around. She had no Idea what to say, what to do. She moved with both hands in their pockets and felt her frown getting stronger. Suddenly things started to change. Screams reached her ears and figures passed her body! There were woman, children, men. So far she would of been willing to view this as a simpy victory party or loser demanstration. But the people running wore the colours of both teams. Marcia shook her head and placed one hand on the back of her hair. Her dark hair seemed soft and smooth like plastic. And then a thin figure with big, crazy eyes appeared right in front of her. „Well, well, how’s it going, babe?“, the Ghost asked and laughed at her. Marcias eyes became huge. She gulped, stepped back and started to tumble. So many Questions were in her mind. So many pictures. And yet they all vanished as the creature flew over her and started to utter a poisen like green smoke cloud, which quickly became her caige and tormentor. The effect was quick and terrible. She coughed, she gagged! She turned around and started to run away, feeling how her handbag fell to the ground. Suddenly she was on the ball field… and her clothes were gone. Well, exept for the white bra and conton briefs combination. That was pretty bad. She blushed and turned her head from side to side in order to spot an escaperoute. But the ghost from before was faster. “Hello there”, he giggled. “The name’s Stinky! Wanna play?” He came closer, put one arm around her shoulder. He ignored her shivering and looked up into the sky. “You know what’s my favourite saying is, honey?” She stared at him, was unable to look away. She slowly started to shook her head. He eyed her up and down. "Looks like someone needs a diaper change." Another ghost appeared. Marcia gulped. This couldn’t be real! It couldn’t be! And this one was… well… fat. He moved faster than light, turned into a damn tornado! Marcia screamed and every clearness left her eyes. She felt something soft, something hard. And suddenly she stood there and had… a pacifier in her mouth? The fuck! She fell onto her butt and grabbed her head with both hands in order to suppress the urge to vomit. Then, slowly and relaxed like a boot in a quit lake, a single diaper floated through the night and stopped right in front of her. Marcia closed her eyes and felt a pile of ice growing inside her belly. Was this it? Would it end right now? „Open up your eyes! Come on, what about… him?“ A loud baby cry pierced through the darkness! Marcia opened her eyes and raced forward without a second of hesitation! But what did she see? Exactly: The diaper. And it made a… face. A scary face. A weird mixture “It” and “Sonic Underground”! Macia coudn’t believe what she was seeing. All she wanted was to get her son and leave. And so she ran of and practically threw herself into her sisters car. Of course Angela had been waiting. And she had been smoking. But when she noticed the new outfit, well, the cigarete fell out of the car window! “Marcia! What the…?” “Stop talking! DRIVE! DRIVE! DRIVE!" And was exactly what happened!

Rebecca stumbled through the night fell onto her knees. By now she was only person left inside this stadion. The floor was full of thrown over benches, soft drinkes and popcorn. Ice cubs used the moonlight to turn into diamonds. „Hello, sweety!“ By now she was so used this acid trip that she didn’t even blink when a ghost appeared right in front of her. He rushed into her pants! And he left then while holding on to her underwear, a pair of white granny panties! „AAAHH! Oh. Shit! Fuck! Stop! Stop! Stop! Ough! Help! Somebody! Fuck! Anybody! WHERE ARE YOU?!“ Stretch pulled her through the air, used her as a lasso. And the waistband of her underwear snapped against her forehead! She shouted and tried to run away. But the ghost grabbed her waistband and gave it one yank after another. Oh, he did let her go, sure. But not without giving her butt a quick slap! And they followed after her. Poured ketchup over her head. Vomited slime all over her. Threw hot dogs and fries at anybody who was dumb enough to come close. What could you say? Fun is relative. Some of them would use this event in a creative way. Many would be ashamed. But nobody would ever forget it. No doubt there.