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Stanley wasn’t Stanley anymore.
Stanley spent a lot of money “getting his body back in order.” Surgery to lose weight, working out, dance classes.
Melissa, Stanley’s older sister, was worried about her brother. Stanley had been spending most of his free time dancing. She was happy for him, of course, but he had never been a good dancer. Maybe he just got into it.
His skin was sickly gray. His eyes were bloodshot, but his brown irises had turned bright gold. Melissa couldn’t help but worry, but she told herself he was fine.
Michael and Stanley sat across from each other at the cafe. Neither of them were eating.
“Aren’t you hungry?” Stanley asked.
“You know damn well that I can’t eat, Minireena.”
Stanley smiled. “How’s momma doing?”
“She’s in the sewers.”
Stanley, or rather the Minireenas manipulating Stanley’s body, tried to pretend it didn’t bother them.
“When are you going to let him go?” Michael asked.
“Why would we do that?” the Minireenas asked. “He likes it. Mom and the Funtimes only left you because you didn’t like it.
“My body was beyond saving. I’m purple!”
Michael hadn’t gotten the illusion disk yet. Instead, he covered as much skin as possible, a faux-neck, long sleeved shirt, dark jeans and boots, a dark gray hoodie and black gloves. His face was covered in a layer of foundation, his eyes had been turned back to blue with eye contacts, although they didn’t look too comfy. He had a brown wig over his head. He wreaked of cologne.
“Couldn’t you have a disguise that looks more… attractive?”
“I don’t care if girls find me hot. I care if people scream in horror at a grape person.”
Stanley couldn’t help but laugh, the Minireenas’ childish high pitched laugh.
“You should find a way to be human again,” Stanley said. “Then you can worry about me.”
Stanley stood up and left, leaving a very confused waitress about to take their orders.
Michael handed her a fifty dollar bill. “Sorry for the inconvenience.”
The waitress blushed. “You know Mister,” she said. “I think you’re very attractive. Don’t listen to what that freak says.”
Michael smiled. “That makes two of us.”
Stanley lasted a long time with the Minireenas. Michael barely lasted a week, but Stanley made it years. It became a co-existing thing at some point, with Stanley occasionally getting the return of his body.
He spent a lot of time talking to Mike. Mike felt safe to keep his illusion disk off, or not have to wear the whole human getup.
Stanley felt his soul slowly fade away. He asked Mike if he was going to die, to which Michael gave an ify answer.
“You’re already dead,” he told him. “If you're worried about your soul, it will probably just possess a Minireena.”
Stanley found little comfort in that, but comfort nonetheless.
Stanley headed out of the house, his stomach squirmed and pinched. They were on the move, never a good sign.
Stanley floated aimlessly down the street to his house.
One Minireena rested on Michael’s steps.
Michael almost knew instantly who it was. The arms were broken, the paint chipped off.
“Oh, Stan…”
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