Organizing Chaos

It was almost five o’ clock when his daughter finally got home. As usual, she went straight into her room. Maybe that egghead teacher was right about her being on drugs. Why else would she be so afraid of being out in the open after disappearing for the afternoon. Discord would deal with it later. No way has some egghead known more about drugged out people than me. If she was using, I would know.

There was dinner to make; after the Amazing World of Gumball. There’s nothing wrong with an adult watching cartoons. American Dad and King of the Hill are cartoon’s too, how is this any different? He used to always watch cartoons with his daughter. Sometimes he thought he enjoyed them more than her. Screwball was outgrowing cartoons, but he was never going to. There dad got his kids a snapping turtle for a pet instead of a dog. That’s just good comedy. At one point in the episode, the turtle dies and the fish’s tears revive her. It feeds on misery. Is there some kind of chaos god getting stronger off of out misery and weakness?

“Dinner’s ready,” said Discord. Screwball came out of her room and helped herself to some American chop suey made from pasta and hamburg meat. The first half of dinner was quiet.

“So where did you go this afternoon?” asked Discord. He didn’t want to bring up school work.

“Nowhere,” mumbled Screwball.

“Well you weren’t here. You had to be somewhere.”

“Riding my bike,” she replied after a few moments of awkward silence.

It was time to pull the plug on this. “How’s schoolwork going?”

“Umm…it’s going good.”

“Your teacher’s don’t say so.”

“Well…How’s work going?”

“One topic at a time.”

“It’ll get better, I’ll do my homework.”

“Why haven’t you done it yet?”

“I’ll do it, just leave me alone.” Her voice was starting to rise. With that she put her dishes in the sink and went towards her room.

He didn’t want to say anything, but did anyways. “What’s bothering you,” he said firmly.

She stopped for a few seconds and then went into her room. He thought he heard her mumble “Someone found my spot.” What the fuck does that mean.

***

His alarm clock obnoxiously beeped him awake for another day of work. He caught the end of Aqua Teen Hunger Force before drinking a cup of coffee and waking his daughter up. The universe will never know the true genius of that show. He drove his truck to work early for the mundane morning routine and trusted Screwball to get herself to school. He shouldn’t though, because she is tardy almost every day. It wasn’t that long of a bike ride for her to get to school. She could take the bus, but that would mean more interaction with the other students. How the hell could that egghead think she’s on drugs? You need friends to be on drugs. She would never talk to anyone to get that crap, and no one was talking to her to give her them.

The big thing going on at his job was wood chucks burrowing beneath the gym. Well, it sucked, but they wouldn’t go peacefully. Of all the places in town to nest, and they chose here. Nature and humans just aren’t going to co-exist. He made his way towards their territory to see how things were with them. One ran away when they saw him. The other’s gone back under the building. Damn, some of them were getting huge. The easiest thing to do would be to kill them or fence up there dirt cave. If some of them like the young were trapped in their to die horribly after feasting on the weaker before going crazy while starving to death, so be it.

That weird quiet girl was there. She turned around to walk away when she saw him, but then turned back. “Umm..well,” she stuttered, refusing to look him in the eyes.

“Spit it out already,” he said, growing impatient.

“You see,” she said quietly. Discord had to listen very carefully to hear her soft voice. “I live near a place where these guys could live peacefully without bothering anyone; if you don’t mind trapping them, I could bring them there.” She got a little louder at the end.

“I’ll think about it.”

“I could help, maybe.” She said the sentence just above a whisper.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

The shy girl looked about to say something, but then quickly walked away.

So nice it’s disgusting, he thought. Gumball would say something like that to the pussy balloon kid he goes to school with. Discord had no idea where to get have a heart traps. Have a heart; that’s all but faded away. If it wasn’t for Screwball…

She seemed like a really nice girl though. Discord had no doubt she was hording fucked up thoughts and hate spewing devils deep inside of her; everyone did. Discord began to think that what Screwball needed was a positive influence in her life; someone to look up to, like a big sister. Discord hypnotized himself into believing that he was not any kind of positive force in anyone’s life. This thought of a mentor for Screwball was an illusion though; she was an only child, and did not look to be making any kinds of friends soon. Better that way. It means no bad influences.

After fixing some broken desks, Discord made a call to his…acquaintance, Smooze.

“Discord, what the fuck’s up,” said Smooze.

“Usual, do you have any have a heart traps.”

“Yeah, I got some; swing by my place tonight and blow me for ‘em.”

“Fuck off.”

“What, you never call me just to hang out.”

“I get enough of your fat ass on some weekends.”

“That’s working, it’s different.” Discord did general construction work on weekends to make ends meet and have money saved. What for, at this rate Screwball ain’t going to college. It was usually nothing major, just carpeting, painting, paving drive ways and landscaping. Sometimes he would join Smooze, who did big projects full time. “Fine you prick, you can mooch off of me.”

“Don’t expect a Thank You.”