The Call From Mom

[Lady Rabies (DELETED 217)]

*8 bit version of Night on Bald Mountain Ringtone*

Lady Rabies: Hello?

Mom: Hi Melody, I hope I'm not bothering you... *thinking that her daughter still has an antisocial paranoia disorder*

Lady Rabies: Huh? No, I'm... *props a corpse she just made against the alley wall* I'm fine.

Mom: *sounds relieved* Oh, good. Well how are things going at the home? *Rabies had earlier wrote her a letter saying she had moved into a group home for troubled teens. Because she had run away from home and was missing for a year, mom ate up the excuse.* Have you made any new friends?

Lady Rabies: Yeah, there's Noelle, she's kinda sensitive and cute, we have fun talking about stuff. This one time we went to a club together but she left pretty much right away.

Mom: Well young people your age shouldn't party for a long time anyway. You could get preyed on by gangsters or perverts!

Lady Rabies: ...Y...yeah...

Mom: *sensing she's making her uncomfortable* Have you been taking your meds?

Lady Rabies: Yeah, they're, uh, really working. *hasn't, doesn't need them anymore*

Mom: Good. Well I love you sweetie.

Lady Rabies: Love you too mom. *about to hang up*

Mom: Wait! The reason I was calling is your uncle's throwing a barbecue for the 4th and I was wondering-

Lady Rabies: *frowns, she can't ever show herself, not even at night for fireworks. They can't know.* Mom you KNOW I HATE FIREWORKS. *she says and hangs up.*

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*Rabies is hanging out at Perry's apartment when her phone rings.*
Rabies: Hello?
Mom: Hey sweetie, just checking up on you, are you too busy?
Rabies: *turns off the television* N-no, I was just watching Buffy.
Mom: Be careful, if you watch such a violent show before bed you'll have nightmares!
Rabies: Mom, I'm not a little kid anymore.
Mom: I know, sweetie, I just...
Rabies: ...
Mom: Have you been taking your medicine?
Rabies: Yeah.
Mom: How is your friend... Noelle?
Rabies: She's great. We're gonna go to the county fair when it gets to town and ride a roller coaster.
Mom: Oh how fun, you always loved fast rides.
Rabies: Heh.
Mom: Have you made any other friends?
Rabies: Yeah, Charity, she likes to throw parties. Uh, SAFE parties. And then there's Scratch.
Mom: That's a funny nickname!
Rabies: Yeah, he's a... real funny guy.
Mom: It's so good that you're making friends your age.
Rabies: *doesn't tell her that Scratch is 61. Which is so much older than her it's 16 backwards.* ...
Mom: *sensing the silence* A-anyway we have a foster here, her name's Stephanie. She's so cute! Her mother *lowers her voice* k-i-l-l-e-d herself and we're watching her. She reminds me of you at that age! So shy.
Rabies: *sighs* Mom. *had actually left the youngster at her mother's doorstep after killing her mother*
Mom: And when she sucks her thumb!
Rabies: MOM!
Mom: Yes Melody?
Rabies: I don't care about your stupid foster kid. *hangs up, lays face-down on the couch. Remembering.*