Growing Around Growing Around: A slow moving trainwreck. (General Thread)

The Worst Growing Around Character?

  • Sally

    Votes: 24 25.3%

  • Linda

    Votes: 2 2.1%

  • Talula

    Votes: 2 2.1%

  • Timmy

    Votes: 11 11.6%

  • Robert

    Votes: 9 9.5%

  • Gumdrops

    Votes: 39 41.1%

  • Other

    Votes: 8 8.4%
  • Total voters
    95
uuhhhhhggg, I read of this damn edgy nonsense.
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Growing Around - Tale of a Teenager
Growing Around – Trapped Between a Child and a Hard Place



Note: This was originally the incomplete script for Endless Youth - - This is still part of the pitch. Due to trouble on how to write a script, I decided to put it in my original format of writing. – yoshi3000


As I ride the highways on my bike, the Toonguzi EX, I kept thinking on how I ended up doing all this.



-All I can do is survive for now, all I could do is survive-


My story really begins a short year ago, and they call me Jerome. I was an adult until that day. I was a rather happy adult on the island on Saint John. My father, although a bit of an oddball was a genius scientist, and my mother was a bartender for the Root Barrel. He mostly used his creations to make the perfect sweet, but I felt his inventions could be used for better purpose. In a matter of weeks, I made machine to fully heighten my mind, and in days my reflexes. I did this to make myself able to work faster and more efficiently. I would spend loads of time (since I finished school quicker due to homeschool and an academy for the gifted) in my room or the lab. I remember my mother pestering me to go play a game with her, go outside, or do something other than what considered boring busywork. I was getting close to completing my machine to highten the cells to make a person young forever, and I was going to show Mother and Father. However the day where I would lose and gain something.



I remember the day, December 9, Christmas was in the air, and Mom and Dad were under the milestone again. I was in my room on my laptops reading the comics from my favorite webcomic Naoko Muragama: Video Game Champion.



“Ooh Lauren, how will get out this malfunction?” I said snorting and giggling.



I had headphone on listening to music, but while my song ended, I heard plate smashing and stuff falling over from downstairs. I hurried downstairs to find Mother beaten and slumped over the center table. And Father was thrown into the Christmas tree and he was beat rather served. That’s when I noticed the three in our living room. The same two guys and woman were there and they looked unhappy. The overweight kid in a pinstripe suit was Treble N. Bass. The blonde kid in the purple hood was his somewhat unstable partner, Clef Chance. The woman with the strength and body type of a bodybuilder was the muscle of the group, Steroids err….I mean Jost von Dyke…no that wasn't it. No wait, I remember, they called her Note (I’m surprised Treble was armed with seemed like a toy gun, but oh no, it was real and they say if he pulls that out, somebody will die from it. Clef oddly enough had a golf club, and Note appropriately enough had a pump action shotgun (that looked like it’s a toy) and a metal bat on her back.



“Father, are you alright?” I ask concerned.



“Don’t worry about me, Jerome! He’s just playing rough…” He said before being abruptly hit by the butt by his gun hard enough to leave a mark on his face.



“Shut up, Raymond unless you want to be *stomped on a roach scurrying across* squished. Now you’ll take to where you make your “perfect” ice cream or else.” Treble said in serious almost menacing tone.



“Or else, you’re going to sit on me, fart on me, or going to stand me to make empty threats?” Father asked mocking him. “’Cause the answer is never in a kajillion years!”



Treble aimed the gun suddenly at me and fired at me. Luckily, I dodged it, but I didn’t want to use my full abilities. Treble was enough problem, but a supercharged Treble was like giving someone 10 pounds of raw sugar and a super soaker. I had to make look like it was possible to dodge.



“I am ready to squish your wife and kids.” Treble said to him aiming his firearm other on Mother. “I know you “like like” Angeline enough to do so.”



Father dropped the mouthing and surrendered. With the three on our back, we were forced to lead him to our secret laboratory. Father was fearful about his work so he hid the lab behind the bookcase in his playroom.



“It’s behind the bookcase.” I say.



“A bookcase? What do think this is, a bad sitcom?” Treble said taking aim at me.



“Calm down, just pull the Sadie Galaxy manga on the second row.” Father said nervously.



“Clef, do down and restrain Angeline. Note, pull the book.” Treble barked.


Clef happily skipped downstairs to do that, and I feared for my mother. Note called the comic book and bookcase opened to reveal the laboratory.



“I’ve seen this somewhere before…” Note said to herself.



They entered where Father showed them the invention where the machine was built. Note asked about the machine in the other side (those were mine), and insisted they were generators. Treble tested the machine and tasted the ice cream.



“How did you build such genius?” Treble said amazed with the quality.



Raymond had to show the book and blueprints he wrote on making the machine which Treble got his greedy mitts.



“Finally, I have the secret to the perfect ice cream! And it’s all mine….er I mean ours.” Treble said laughing.



“You’re not going to get away with this, fat b… “ was all the words my father let out before Treble shot and killed my father right out the neck. I couldn’t hear his screams, and Note caught me with a sucker punch sending me into a pile of chemical I was working on. It burned like acid, and my screams prompts Treble to fire bullets at my work which quickly exploded and broke the lab into flames. Note got the plans and the two left us to die in this fire.



As the lab fire grow, I could see what was happening down below with my mother. Clef had beat mercilessly using wet willies, noogies, blows, and gum in her hair. Then Treble came out and fired at her. However in an ironic twist, the bullet clipped Clef in the process.



Note seemed terrified, but Treble forced her out the house. As flame engulf my house, I could hear them peeling away in their home. That’s when I slipped into unconsciousness. I mircalously survived the fire, but the house was wrecked. It’s a miracle it was at least standing. In a matter of a mere day, I lost them…



I had to get out of here fast before authorities arrived, because the last thing I wanted to be put away in foster care. I got a backpack and a duffel bag and packed everything I needed. As I walked out the door, I was hurt but I looked back at my home. It was a mere empty shell…



I had obtained pretty much enteral youth as a teenager (better than being an adult I guess) due to the lab explosion, but I lost my home and family.



Ever since then, I’ve been on the road traveling from place to place trying to survive in this world. You’re probably wondering how I got the sword, but that’s another story. As I rode across the mountain road, I stopped by a local gas station to get some water. As I paid for my stuff, a kid cut me a look.



As I walked to the door, he get in my way.


“What do you want?” I asked him annoyed.



“Don’t speaks to Rippa like this, got it chumpface!” He said to me menacingly.



“Are you showing this bravado to reimburse for something?” I said attracting snickers from people in the store.



He flashed a knife right close to my face, and I was spooked. I may carry a sword, but I was still spooked from weapons from time to time due to my traumatizing past. He demanded money, so I smashed the window to get to my bike to take off. I thought I was in the clear until I noticed he was on a motorized Big Wheel tricycle. I pedaled faster, but he was catching up. I didn’t want to fight back, but then looking back at him caused trouble. I ended up riding off the mountain road, and I found myself riding downhill. That’s when I pulled the Safety Net which caught a gust of wind and took me and Toonguzi into the air. I was so glad be away from that psycho child. However after a few miles of flying, I was flying over a suburban area. I thought I was safe until a toy airplane tore through my net.



“Aw crapbask….ETTTTTSSSSS!”I scream as I falling down to the ground.



My life flashed before my eyes, and Treble’s laughters played over and over again in my head. I was freaking out and for a minute I forget I was falling hundreds of feet. I gripped my heart feeling intense pain before reality would came in crashing a tree. I wasn’t hurt too bad, so I figured it was over. That’s when my heavy duffel bag came falling down on me and I ended up landing on someone’s car. As I lay there, hurt and possibly dying, all I could think of was how it lead it up to this…..



(Author’s Note: No, he’s not dead. The car he crashed is supposed to be the car of the main protagonists, the Dunns. I really wanted to make a dark and edgy story for Growing Around. As a big fan of Mr. Enter and his work, I can say I had fun doing this. However one of the scenes with the knife threat was based off trauma during my senior year (when I wrote this). I was rather traumatized by this, so I figured to throw it in. I wanted to make a teenaged character for this show because with the roles switched around, I wanted to make this seen from a teen’s eyes on how they fit in this world. )

All now to do now survive, because when I wake up, who knows where I'll end up...
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It all edge baby, no surface here.
 
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