Dr. Huang didn't follow Stabler, Benson and Starling. When he got outside the precinct he jumped into a bright red expensive porche and drove out of the city. For hours he drove as big bridges got smaller and smaller and he found back roads that twisted and turned until he came to a tiny bridge with hardly a stream trickling under it. This, where even the most frightening troll would not willingly dare to venture, if not for a little evil mutant sloth appearing to live in a large animal cracker box getting slightly mushy on the bottom.
Dr. Huang was no longer Dr. Huang. Huang was now Wong, B.D. Wong, and he was just a little annoyed after talking his emotions out in the. five or so hour car ride.
"Mary Sue!"
The evil sloth grabbed a tangled blonde bob wig as if unnoticed in the action as Wong continued.
"You labeled everyone else but not me?" He said as he stood in the sunlight, not entering the shade of the bridges underneath. His hands were on his hips,, fisted with needing an answer. Although, now it didn't seem so important.
The little evil mutant sloth straightened the slightly crooked wig, turned to Wong with an evil slothy-sheepish grin and removed a short piece of licorice from its mouth. "I know. I apologize. I was trying to alphabetize what wasn't in order as I was typing the post and I missed a few other labels. I tried to correct it but the blinking cursor wouldn't stop adding letters where they didn't belong when I tried to place the name Huang. It just wouldn't do it. So I gave up and hoped no one would notice ."
Wong quickly considered and accepted the apology, feeling a bit silly to have come all this way. But he wasn't writing the story so it was out of his hands.
"What else did you forget? And why have me come all this way?"
"I forgot the to be continued and I wanted to be called Mary Sue?. I think that's right. Or maybe it's left."
"Oh." Wong looked over to watch an old pickup go by.
"You want to get back to the story. The others can't solve what's going on without you."
Wong blushed, smiled, then plated his hand down before his face, getting back into character. Wong was again Huang. He jumped back into the car and took off while the evil sloth stood to stretch much taller than would appear. Finishing the licorice, it was time for a brownie break, to give Huang enough time to get back to New York City.
In the meantime, the candles weren't cooking the soup fast enough and cold coffee wouldn't do with a cold brownie. With a small dread of the oncoming warm months and the bugs that stupid warmth releases, the evil sloth supposes it should move back to its horrid swamp shack. where better comfort is still but a dream. Pretending it's a castle had not made it a castle. or attracted the real thing, just like blowing out candles on a birthday cake and waiting and waiting...
"Guess I'm just doing everything all wrong and evil." The little mutant sloth smiled to itself, no longer caring if even the world crashed into the sun as people seemed to really want, what with their love of violence, zombies and other things not worth thinking about.
Now watching a rock real close to see if it would move, THAT would be something!
As soon as Huang got back, the story could continue.
(TO BE CONTINUED, if I live long enough XD)
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