tinyplasticbabies

[tinyplasticbabies]

this is devastating. I tried to make blue cake pops for my fellow cast (I’m in The Lighting Thief Musical) and I got fucking 57 cake pops in and ran out of my white melting chocolate that I dyed blue and I had no other melting chocolate so I had to temper the damn Hershey kisses but now I have 57 cute blue cake pops and 18 cake pops that look like hunks of shit with blue sprinkles >:(

[tinyplasticbabies]

JANUARY 14th

It was cold that day.

The sun had set a few hours ago as Nora sat in her driveway, the butt of her jeans slowly getting soaked by the damp pavement. Her chest was rattling with laughter as Sadie slipped and plummeted face-first into the sludgey brown remnants of last week’s snow on the curb. Between a fit of giggles, Nora stood up to help her girlfriend off the ground, but when she got to her, Sadie pulled Nora down to the ground with her. Nora broke out in another laughing fit, grabbing Sadie’s face and pressing an obnoxiously loud kiss to her cheek.

Across the street, a group of high school boys slowly entered view, lit up by the rinky-dink street lamp. There was really nothing significant until they stopped in their tracks to point and laugh at Nora and Sadie. Nora immediately stopped laughing, shouting across the street, “Hey assholes! What’s so funny?”

Two of them kept giggling behind their hands, while the other one cupped his hands around his mouth shouting back, “Oh, nothing, just enjoying the Faggot Freak Show!”

Nora quickly got to her feet, storming further up the driveway, “What the hell! Did nobody ever teach you basic human manners? I swear to god-”

Nora was cut off by Sadie running up to her, grabbing her shoulder, and talking through her teeth, “Just stop. Please.”

Meanwhile the boys across the street just started laughing harder as they began walking away, one of them stopping just long enough to shout back, “Wow, look how big and scary you are! What are you gonna do? Cancel me on Twitter? Dyke!”

Nora groaned, like a scream held in the back of her throat. She almost ran at the boys, but Sadie held her back. “Nora, it’s not worth it, they’re just assholes with asshole parents who didn’t teach them empathy.”

Nora sighed, dragging her hands down her face, and looked back at Sadie, “ I should take you home.”

They got into Nora’s car, and she turned the keys, the sound of her old car starting interrupting the silence. The two didn’t speak a word until they pulled into Sadie’s driveway and Nora put her car in park.

“Nora-”

Nora had a harsh grip on her steering wheel, staring intently at her check engine light that never turned off. “No. No, I know what you’re gonna say, and it’s not okay. It’s not the 1950’s anymore, people shouldn’t be like this. You shouldn’t have to deal with this and I just- I wish I could fix it. I’m gonna find a way to fix it.”

There was a period of silence, Sadie staring out of her window, Nora’s eyes still fixed on the engine light. Sadie’s eyes wandered until she was looking at Nora. She paused, and she took a breath. “If your engine ever breaks down in the middle of nowhere, please call me.”

Nora didn’t move an inch or say a word.

Sadie leaned closer over the center console. “You know you can call me if your engine breaks, right?”

There was more silence. Nora still hadn’t looked away from the light.

“Nora-”

“Goodnight.”

Nora unlocked the doors to the car. Sadie opened the door, hesitating before getting out, as her eyes bounced around Nora’s face, seeming to search for something.

“I love you.”

Nora took a deep breath in, giving Sadie a hesitant smile.

“Love you too.”

On the drive home, Nora ran her car’s AC a little too cold.

When she got to her room, Nora flopped onto her bed and pulled an empty journal off her bookshelf.

Entry 1:

I’ve always felt like diaries are cheesy, so I’ve decided this is somewhat of a planning log. I don’t understand how you get to be all the way in highschool and can’t just let people live. It’s unacceptable, and it hurts the people I care about. I’ve decided I’m going to do something about it. Whatever that is. I haven’t quite figured that out yet.

Entry 1.5:

It might seem a little stalker-y, but I found the full names and personal information and schedules of those dumb boys from earlier.

Info:

DEREK KINSLER: Junior, 17 years old. Thinks of himself as really enlightened and smart because he watches old movies. They only show these movies at the old rundown theater downtown with, like, 2 patrons.

KRIS FULLER: Junior, 17 years old. Plays varsity football. #14, quarterback. He got in trouble with the coach and has to stay later to clean up after football games.

JOSH KRADENZA: Junior, 17 years old. He likes to think he’s a gymbro body-builder macho man. He’s actually kind of wimpy. He goes to the family-run gym at the edge of town cause it’s cheaper. I’m pretty sure he’s the only one keeping them in business. He usually stays past close.

Nora closed her notebook, slid it back onto her bookshelf, turned off her fairy lights, and went to bed.

JANUARY 15th

Nora had a plan for today. She was going shopping.

She walked into Walmart, swinging her keys around her fingers, and felt a chill down her spine.

Grocery List:

Washcloth

Driveway salt

Fun looking containers

Trashbags?

Funnel

Chem. junk

She would’ve gone to self-check out, but she was paying in cash.

“Oh, that’s sick, where'd you find these cool Halloween-looking vials?” The cashier twisted them around in her hand before bagging the items. “I didn’t even know we had any of that stuff left in clearance!”

“Yeah, funny how you find things, isn’t it.” Nora shoved her hands in her pockets, rocking back and forth on her feet.

She got everything except the Chem Junk at Walmart. She had to get that at Air Gas.

When she got home, she searched her drawers, and found the old pumpkin carving kit from Halloween.

She was ready.

JANUARY 17th

Entry 2:

Today’s the day.

Nora started her old rumbly car with its broken check engine light and set off for the rundown movie theater downtown. They were playing Arsenic and Old Lace. She wanted to see it.

Oh. What do you know, Derek just so happened to be there too. And she was sitting right behind him.

She spilled some of the liquid carbon dioxide on a cloth, it felt cool on her hand, and tapped Derek on the shoulder.

“Hey buddy!” She gripped his shoulder tightly, holding him to the back of his seat, and tried to cover his mouth and nose with the cloth.

“What are you doing you psycho!” He struggled against her grip.

“Hey, relax. Remember? All this useless dyke can do is cancel you on twitter.”

He went limp in her grip.

She got out the small sharp knife she carried in her bag and slit his wrist, titling it so the blood dripped into the small vial she held.

Once the vial was full, she dragged him out of the back entrance and finished the job.

She drove home, walked into her room, and slid her notebook out of its spot on her bookshelf.

Entry 3:

His hands were cold. Actually his entire body was cold. That's probably because he's

dead. And I killed him. I. Well. I don’t know how I feel about that.

JANUARY 26th

Entry 4:

I hate football.

Nora followed the bustling crowd into her high school football stadium, and filed into her seat. Now all she had to do was play the waiting game.

Around her, there was the usual high school gossip. “Oh my god I can’t with him, this guy cheated on his girlfriend again. Isn’t this one teacher hot?” Blah blah blah, it’s all useless blabber.

But there was one person.

“I’m telling the truth dude, I swear, I heard Derek isn’t in the game today cause someone kidnapped him at some random-ass movie theatre last night and no one has seen him since.”

Not quite.

“There’s no way, if it was only last night they probably haven’t even reported him missing yet. My money’s on him skipping the game to get high or something. Or he got high before the game and they had to kick him off the team.”

“I’m telling you I heard it!...”

The game ended, and their school won. The band played their post game. Nora waited until most everyone had cleared and snuck into the football locker room.

“Hey Kris.” Nora smiled, perhaps a little too wide, at him.

His face screwed up in disgust, “Ew, you can’t be in here you’re a girl.”

“Eh, who cares?” Nora inched closer to him, “Not me!”

“Dude what? That’s literally like, against the rules.” Kris sat on the bench and started untying his cleats.

Nora silently started dripping the carbon monoxide onto the cloth. Kris looked at her and paused in untying his cleats. “I swear, you’re being like, so weird right now”

She ignored him again, capping the container.

“Ugh, whatever.” Kris yanked a cleat off his foot. “You’re not even on the team and I just wanna get dressed and leave.”

He turned his back to take off his football-uniform-thing.

Nora silently walked towards him and covered his mouth with the cold liquid on the cloth. He put up a bit more of a fight than Derek did.

Once he was out, silent and still, breathing slowed, she stabbed the pumpkin carving tool into his ear.

Blood dripped into the second vial.

She packed up and went home.

Entry 5:

I had a little bonfire tonight, it smelled a little funny and I was still cold but, oh well.

FEBRUARY 1st

Entry 6:

I really don’t like super big muscles, they look uncanny and kind of scare me.

Nora snuck in the employee door of the gym, because who would buy a membership when nobody’s monitoring who comes in and out. Especially when the gym is technically closed and most of the cameras have been broken.

There was a singular T.V hung on the wall, and it was playing the news.

Nora shivered when she spotted Josh, there must have been a draft in the gym.

Josh was on the elliptical when Nora snuck up behind him with the soaked cloth.

In the background, you could hear the news anchor discussing the recent murders happening in the county.

He barely had time to scream.

She slammed his head into the elliptical a couple times.

Huh, look at that, his head left behind a crack on the equipment.

His wrist was cut, and blood dripped into the fresh vial.

Entry 7:

I hope I fixed it. I can’t wait.

FEBRUARY 2nd

It’s barely past midnight when Sadie gets to the picnic Nora had set up in the field.

Nora sprung up, waving and running towards Sadie.

“Hi Sadie!” Nora grabbed Sadie’s face and pressed an obnoxiously loud kiss to her cheek.

“Hi! What’s got you so happy? I haven’t seen you since… well, a while.” Sadie laughed a bit before it tapered off. “And y’know, for the first time seeing me in forever, you better have a good excuse for why it had to be out in the dark past midnight, I thought your engine like, for real broke.” Sadie rubbed her hands up and down her arms, the air had a bit of a cold bite tonight. “But, honestly, the dark is kinda freaking me out with all the teens going missing recently.”

Nora smiled, with a slight mania to it.

“I don’t wanna be next y’know?” Sadie’s eyes drifted.

“Nora.”

“It’s chilly out here, don’t you think?” Nora’s hands were clasped behind her back as she beamed, rocking up and down on the balls of her feet.

“Nora, what's that?” Sadie pointed to Josh’s hand, cut off at the wrist, on the blanket. Sadie had gone stiff. Not the dead kind of stiff Nora had grown used to, but something different. Fearful, maybe.

Nora scurried over to the blanket, quickly starting to rifle through everything. “This? This is all for you! See- people can’t be stupid and harass you if they aren’t alive to harass you! I just- I thought it would be nice to let you in on the surprise and let you have your own token from this last one!”

Nora held up an empty vial with one hand, holding up Josh’s dismembered hand, still wet and dripping sticky blood, with the other.

Sadie’s eye’s were the widest she had ever seen them, even wider than that time Nora had shoved 14 bananas in her coat pocket, just to see how many she could fit. Her throat bobbed, and she swallowed before speaking, “Nora, I- you can’t- this? This is insane!” Sadie had never sounded so small.

“You don’t like it?” Nora’s shoulder’s dropped with her face.

“No! No not at all! I- you said. You said you would tell me. I’m- hold on, I’m calling 9-1-1, Jesus christ!” Sadie started to grab for her phone, but Nora quickly knocked it out of her hands.

“I’m sorry.” Nora poured the carbon dioxide onto the cloth. The fabric was cold.

“Nora-” Sadie started to back away.

“I’m so sorry Sadie.” Nora grabbed her.

“Nora stop!” Sadie struggled.

Nora pressed the cloth to her mouth.

“I love you.”

Drip

Drip

Drip

FEBRUARY 3rd

Four vials filled with red sat lined up on top of Nora’s bookshelf.

Info:

DEREK KINSLER: gone

KRIS FULLER: gone

JOSH KRADENZA: gone

SADIE ADAMS: gone

Entry 8:

I’ve been so cold lately