Larry laughed to himself as he ran. Now he could commune with his followers. He would prevail and the unrighteous would be cast into the pit of evil, or at the very least made to go and live in Luton.
He opened the phone and logged into his twitter account. There were many messages for him, he knew his followers would miss him but he had no time to read them now, he had things to say
REJOICE MY FOLLOWERS THE DIVINE LAZBOTRON HAS RETURNED
I HAVE COME AMONGST YOU AND NOW ALL SHALL BE LARRY
THE HERETICS SHALL BE PUNISHED – THEY KNOW WHO THEY ARE
WE SHALL WORSHIP JIMOTHY WHO WILL SPREAD HIS HUGS TO ALL WHO FOLLOW US
EVERYTHING I TOUCH TURNS TO GOLD. THIS WAS PARTICULARLY PROBLEMATIC DURING MY LONELY TEENAGE YEARS
“Uh oh” Mat frowned scrolling through his screen “Larry’s back on line”
“I assume from your tone that he’s not back on line apologising for what he’s done then?”
“Err nope, he still thinks he’d the divine Lazbotron, he’s still telling people about Jim’s hugs and we now appear to be heretics”
“Great! Any clue as to where he is?”
“No but I’ll keep checking”
“Some clue would help; I mean London is a pretty big place”
“Yep”
“And we have been driving round it for 4 hours”
“I know”
Mat sighed, this all seemed pretty hopeless. How the hell were they meant to find Larry like this? He wished he and Ben were at the cottage instead of driving around on a hot sticky day choking on traffic fumes.
He loved the cottage. Ben had taken him there the first summer they’d been together and they’d spent an idyllic week under perfect azure blue skies, never wearing more than a pair of shorts it was so hot and most of the time not even wearing that. He remembered lying in the ground floor bedroom the breeze blowing the light curtains in and whipping them into a froth as he’d watched Ben sleep until unable to restrain himself, he’d kissed him into wakefulness and..
“penny for them?” Ben was looking at him
“sorry I was miles away”
“wishing we were at the cottage?” guessed Ben
“how did you know?”
“you were smiling to yourself so I guessed they were good thoughts”
Mat squeezed Ben’s thigh and then sighed again
“I can’t believe all this. A few days ago the magic hugs were the best thing ever in the world and now” he shrugged helplessly “it’s like a curse! One of our best friends is out there thinking he’s God or a God or something”
Ben looked at him “well I don’t suppose it can get any worse”
Just then Ben’s phone rang
“Benjamin?”
“Daddy?”
Mat suppressed a smile, Ben always called his mother and father, mummy and daddy, something which frankly only very posh people could get away with
“Benjamin, I’m at the cottage, what on earth is going on?”
Ben sighed; he really wished his father would call him Ben
“Well it’s a long story” he began
“Are you driving?” snapped his father
“Yes daddy”
“Is Mathew with you?”
“Yes”
“Well then put Mathew on and he can tell me. You know I don’t like you talking and driving at the same time”
Mat picked up the phone “hello sir” he said
“Mathew how many times have I told you to call me Alexander?” said Ben’s father “now what is going on? Anna and I are at the cottage with your friends but they won’t tell me what’s happening”
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Fill Jimothy's Magic Hugs AU 10a/14
Date: 2011-12-03 06:32 pm (UTC)He opened the phone and logged into his twitter account. There were many messages for him, he knew his followers would miss him but he had no time to read them now, he had things to say
REJOICE MY FOLLOWERS THE DIVINE LAZBOTRON HAS RETURNED
I HAVE COME AMONGST YOU AND NOW ALL SHALL BE LARRY
THE HERETICS SHALL BE PUNISHED – THEY KNOW WHO THEY ARE
WE SHALL WORSHIP JIMOTHY WHO WILL SPREAD HIS HUGS TO ALL WHO FOLLOW US
EVERYTHING I TOUCH TURNS TO GOLD. THIS WAS PARTICULARLY PROBLEMATIC DURING MY LONELY TEENAGE YEARS
“Uh oh” Mat frowned scrolling through his screen “Larry’s back on line”
“I assume from your tone that he’s not back on line apologising for what he’s done then?”
“Err nope, he still thinks he’d the divine Lazbotron, he’s still telling people about Jim’s hugs and we now appear to be heretics”
“Great! Any clue as to where he is?”
“No but I’ll keep checking”
“Some clue would help; I mean London is a pretty big place”
“Yep”
“And we have been driving round it for 4 hours”
“I know”
Mat sighed, this all seemed pretty hopeless. How the hell were they meant to find Larry like this? He wished he and Ben were at the cottage instead of driving around on a hot sticky day choking on traffic fumes.
He loved the cottage. Ben had taken him there the first summer they’d been together and they’d spent an idyllic week under perfect azure blue skies, never wearing more than a pair of shorts it was so hot and most of the time not even wearing that. He remembered lying in the ground floor bedroom the breeze blowing the light curtains in and whipping them into a froth as he’d watched Ben sleep until unable to restrain himself, he’d kissed him into wakefulness and..
“penny for them?” Ben was looking at him
“sorry I was miles away”
“wishing we were at the cottage?” guessed Ben
“how did you know?”
“you were smiling to yourself so I guessed they were good thoughts”
Mat squeezed Ben’s thigh and then sighed again
“I can’t believe all this. A few days ago the magic hugs were the best thing ever in the world and now” he shrugged helplessly “it’s like a curse! One of our best friends is out there thinking he’s God or a God or something”
Ben looked at him “well I don’t suppose it can get any worse”
Just then Ben’s phone rang
“Benjamin?”
“Daddy?”
Mat suppressed a smile, Ben always called his mother and father, mummy and daddy, something which frankly only very posh people could get away with
“Benjamin, I’m at the cottage, what on earth is going on?”
Ben sighed; he really wished his father would call him Ben
“Well it’s a long story” he began
“Are you driving?” snapped his father
“Yes daddy”
“Is Mathew with you?”
“Yes”
“Well then put Mathew on and he can tell me. You know I don’t like you talking and driving at the same time”
Mat picked up the phone “hello sir” he said
“Mathew how many times have I told you to call me Alexander?” said Ben’s father “now what is going on? Anna and I are at the cottage with your friends but they won’t tell me what’s happening”
Mat sighed “right well let me explain”