All characters, places, and events in Virtual Reality are fictional. Any similarities with real life people, places, and events is purely coincidental.
This episode contains topics that people may find disturbing. This episode is loosely based on real events in the life of the one of the authors friends who gave us permission to shed light on past experiences and we are in support of that friend and their brother and sister. Everything after the friend gets drove to work by their brother is fictional. This episode is meant to raise awareness to fight against mental and physical abuse promoted by abusers (cough, cough, our eyes are on you Derek, Sheepfucker, and everyone who silences voices of victims). If you are a victim of abuse reach out to someone you trust and try your best to get out of the cycle. We don’t condone intolerance for one’s identities and unchangeable characteristics. Everyone of all identities and unchangeable characteristics should be treated equally and with respect and abuse shouldn’t be allowed to happen.
Before someone tries cancelling us for language used, two of the lead writers are black and can reclaim the certain words used.
There was a young woman sitting outside of the back of a white paneled house. She had blue eyes, ecchymosis on her right eye, blond hair styled into a bob, an open leather jacket, a white crop-top, a small black watch which said the time was 4:57, ripped jeans, and brown shoes. She had tears in her eyes and was shivering in the snow while looking to the sky.
Soldier Side by System of a Down was playing from her watch.
A young man came out from around the corner of the house and sat down beside the woman and wrapped one of his arms around her. The woman rested her face on the man’s shoulder.
The man had blue eyes and blond hair just like the woman. He had his hair styled in a wavy undercut, a blink-182 hoodie, jeans with no rips, and black boots.
“Clemenselmers, I think I convinced a friend at school to hopefully take all three of us in!” the man said ecstaticly.
“I hope so Aiden. I can’t stand one more day being mentally and physically abused by our dad’s cousin.” Clemenselmers cried.
“He needs to be locked in a psych ward man. Anyone who’s hurt people because some geezer who lived a thousand years ago promoted it should be locked up. Our lives shouldn’t be a living hell just because we’re different from the typical people.” Aiden replied angrily.
“I wish mum didn’t die from cancer. She was like an angel. One of the nicest people you could meet. I still have that bunny plushie she gave me for my fifth birthday fourteen years ago and it’s like she’s still here when I have it out.” Clemenselmers said.
“She’ll always live on inside us. No one truly dies.” Aiden replied.
Clemenselmers raised her head and nodded.
“Hey sis, how about I drive you to work so you don’t have to walk?” Aiden queried.
“I’d appreciate it. But don’t you have school?” she replied.
“They cancelled mathematics hell, meaning I don’t need to be in school for the first hour and a half.” Aiden stated.
Clemenselmers looked at her watch. It was 5:01.
“I think we should head inside before Derek gets a reason to beat me five times as hard.” Clemenselmers barked.
Aiden tried opening the door behind he and Clemenselmers but it wouldn’t budge.
“He locked me out.” Clemenselmers said.
Aiden pulled out a bobby pin from his jeans. He then put the pick in the door knob. He then started picking at it until the door slid open.
“What are you doing outside with a mongrel child?” boomed an angry gruff man.
This man who was lurking by the front door had blue eyes, long uncombed and unstyled black hair, a chevron mustache, lots of curly chest hair, and boxers.
“Well shit, there’s a thing called breakfast. Everyone has to….” Aiden started.
“Not the mongrel. It must work for it. That two-faced freak needs therapy.” Derek yelled.
“Derek, let the three of them in or I run for the hills.” barked a woman’s voice from inside the house.
“Fine, Alice!” growled Derek.
They went inside the house into a small dining room. The dining room had gray carpet, brown painted walls, cabinets on the on the ground and overhead, a white refrigerator, a silver sink, a large mahogany dining table with four plates of toast, four mahogany chairs around the table, a TV on the counter, and a radio playing Buried Alive by Avenged Sevenfold on the counter by the sink.
Alice was sitting in the seat furthest from the door glaring at Derek. She also had blue eyes and blond hair like Clemenselmers and Aiden. She had her hair styled into a braided crown, a white night gown, and white bunny slippers.
Derek sat down on the chair on the left side of the table, Aiden the right, and Clemenselmers the chair closest to the door.
“Why does the freak get to have breakfast without working for it?” Derek barked.
“Gee, maybe because me and Alice aren’t pricks? Clems has a paying job. What do you do? You can’t say your job is fucking Alice three ways to Sunday every damn day.” Aiden snapped.
“My creator gave that job to me!” Derek barked.
“Oh you mean that magical sky fairy that can’t be proven to be real? You’re also wasting your time going by you nitpick what you want and don’t want from your book.” Aiden continued.
“Blasphemy will make you go to hell! Heretic!” Derek yelled.
“Don’t care. Your book says being a shithead is okay! Deuteronomy 22:23-24 explicitly says: ‘If within the city a man comes upon a maiden who is betrothed, and has relations with her, you shall bring them both out of the gate of the city and there stone them to death: the girl because she did not cry out for help though she was in the city, and the man because he violated his neighbors wife’. Your book supports murdering abuse victims. Deuteronomy 22:28-29 is another big offender. ‘If a man is caught in the act of raping a young woman who is not engaged, he must pay fifty pieces of silver to her father. Then he must marry the young woman because he violated her, and he will never be allowed to divorce her’. If your God is real (which I doubt because religion is a man-made manipulatory scare tactic) I’d rather die the most painful death a thousand times than have a mother puss bucket like you constantly torment my sister who didn’t do anything wrong to you.” Aiden continued further.
Derek pulled up his right index finger, pulled out a TV remote from his pocket, turned on the TV on the counter, and turned on a recorded news clip.
“Breaking news! President Burgersenfries Sheepfucker of the United States, Vice President Jorkin Couch Egghead, and Cabinet member - how the fuck do I pronounce that? It’s Technickticusmechinicustaumatawhaka said twice? Anyways, they plan on world domination. They also reveal their secret identities underneath their costumes reavealing Sheepfucker is the feared Adler Shitter, Egghead is Plow ZeDong, and Said Twice is Joe Stalking…” said a news woman on TV.
“First off, that is hasty generalization fallacy. Just because three people are lunatics doesn’t mean Clems is a lunatic. Second off, that is entirely different from what defines Clems. Those politicians are impersonating people to exploit US’s shitty government systems. Clems is not impersonating anyone and they’re definitely not a dictator. You’re making yourself look like a moron.” Aiden barked.
“I can’t believe that I’d ever see the day where I will be able have the whole world under my bidding and I’ve been alive since 1889! I thank god for my longevity to live into 2024 and soon 2025!” barked the choky voice of US Dictator Sheepfucker on the news.
“If you’re taking generalization in consideration. Sheepfucker also has a fascination of a magical sky fairy just like you Derek. Going by your book, you’re part of the Windmill Cult just like Sheepfucker!” Aiden barked sarcastically, “Gee, that is a huge bald spot Sheepfucker Jr.”.
“Wrong! He believes in the Catholic version and I believe in the Evangelical version. Sinning creates niggers.” Derek barked.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Same exact thing. I don’t care you racist fuck.” Aiden dismissed.
“That nigger must be cleansed with death!” Derek yelled while pointing at Clemenselmers.
“Go fuck yourself! I hate people that use religion to advocate for intolerance for their identities and unchangeable characteristics. You’re also mixing different religions together, meaning you’re lying about being an Evangelical.” Aiden yelled back while slamming his fist onto the table making his toast tumble into his lap and into the floor.
Aiden walked over to Clems, put his hand on her shoulder, and whispered “C’mon, I’ll take you to work.”
Clems and Aiden ran out the door they came in from and walked around to the back of the house to where a black Ford Mustang Shelby GT-500 Fastback 1967 was parked. Aiden took the drivers seat and Clems took the passenger seat.
Aiden started the car and suddenly there was a loud thunk from the back of the car. A second later a naked Derek was standing on the hood showing off how big and hairy his balls were. Derek started jumping on the hood.
“Fucking hell!” Aiden barked while sending the car backwards at full speed making Derek fall into the gravel driveway.
Aiden pulled into the road to start taking Clems to the place she worked.
“You think we lost that psycho Clems?” Aiden queried.
She looked back to see through the window in the trunk door and replied, “I don’t see him.”
“Good!” Aiden sighed in relief.
Aiden stopped the car in at a highly congested cross road. He cranked the drivers seat window down, pulled out a cigarette and a lighter from the drivers seat glove compartment, put the cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and put away the lighter.
“You want me to turn on the radio?” Aiden queried.
“That would be nice.” Clems replied.
Aiden turned the radio on and it was playing The Trooper by Iron Maiden.
“Good music, very good music.” Aiden said, “Also your bunny plushie is in the glove compartment on your side. I hid it where Derek would never look.”
Clems pulled out a fuzzy pink bunny plushie from her glove compartment and hugged it.
When the traffic died down Aiden took a left turn between Reverend Lane and Synyster Road.
A few minutes later Aiden parked the car in an employee’s only parking lot outside of a large brick building. A small sign over a green door said ‘Employee’s Entrance, Westview Eatery’. Beside the door was a young man leaning against the wall. He had black hair, brown eyes, a black jacket, a white t-shirt, jeans, and black boots.
Clems got out of the car still hugging her bunny plushie.
“Bloody hell Clementine and Selmers, what happened to your eye?” the man queried with a concerned tone in his voice.
“Just the normal whopper fist sandwich, Blake. I get them on a daily basis although most of the time not in the face.” Clems said.
“That should not be normal, man. You need to report that cunt to the police or something. Being around him isn’t healthy.” Blake barked.
“If I reported him and he caught me he’d kill me in the most painful way possible!” Clems barked.
“That fucker is vicious.” Aiden added.
“Do it far away from him, he can’t catch you if he doesn’t know you did it.” Blake replied.
“He’ll know cause he spies on the phone records. 911 is a number that sticks out from your typical phone numbers.” Aiden replied.
“If you give me your address I can report him for you. He can’t track a number that’s not connected with his household” Blake replied.
“He’ll kill me if he sees a cop car parked at the house. Me and Aiden already have something planned so that we don’t get beaten to death.” Clems replied back.
“I have to head to school now. I’ll hopefully pick you up at three as long as my language arts teacher doesn’t shove me into a duffle bag.” Aiden said.
“What the fuck….” Blake barked, “If your teacher does that to you, you should drop out of school. It’s a fucking waste of time. Schools are getting worse and worse every year. The US already ruined theirs. Thank god Canada bans eugenics and people who idolize the extremist US agenda. Canada is also taking in people that the US labels for the wrong reasons as undesirables.”
“US Schools are messed up. I can’t drop out of school though. Derek will do the same thing to me as he would to Clems if we called the cops on Derek.” Aiden replied.
Aiden leaned into Clems seat in the car to close the passenger door, leaned back up to his seat, and started driving off.
“We should head inside.” Blake said.
Clems nodded and they both went through the employee’s door. The walls on the inside of the building were made of brick but painted a bright shade of red. The walls had a large black and white checkerboard strip around the perimeter and there were vinyls, guitars, photographs of people old school bands, and even autographs from famous music artists on the wall. The floor also had a checkerboard design. There were large diner tables of puffy red dining chairs placed evenly across the right and left walls. On the front wall was a fancy see-through auto-opening double door, a jukebox, a modern radio (Barefoot Blue Jean Night by Jake Owen was playing through it), and several counters with dishes and food on top and the front most counter had a cash register and a coffee machine.
Clems while holding the bunny plushie with one hand by the arm took out an iPhone from one of the counters and put it in her jeans pocket.
A young man entered the eatery and walked up to the customer side of counter. He had curly black hair, blue eyes, squared glasses, a white shirt, an unzipped red jacket, black pants, and red sneakers.
“Good morning! May I take your order?” Clems said trying to look and sound happy.
Blake took out two cups and started making two cups of coffee with the coffee machine.
“I’ll take a coffee, please and thank you.” the customer replied.
Blake took one of the cups and started sipping hot coffee.
“Alright. Can I have your name to write on the cup?” Clems said.
“Toilet Bowl Cleaner.” the customer replied.
Blake spat hot coffee into Clems face by accident.
“OW!” She screamed.
“You got to be shitting me…. Your name is Toilet Bowl Cleaner? Also sorry Clemenselmers.” Blake barked.
“Yes mister.” the customer replied.
“Your parents should be locked in solitary confinement until they figure out that name is stupid.” Blake barked.
“My parents don’t speak English. They thought it was a pretty Canadian name from a Swedish perspective.” the customer stated.
Blake pulled out his iPhone from his pocket and opened a translator.
“De är jävla idioter,” Blake barked while putting the phone back into his pocket, “I’m going to call you Tonya.”
“I do like that name better.” Tonya replied.
“Good.” Blake barked while he pulled out a pen from the counter to label Tonya’s coffee. Blake handed Tonya the coffee.
“Thank you!” Tonya said while he handed a dollar bill to Blake.
“No problem! Have a great day!” Clems replied still trying to keep the façade up.
Tonya walked out from where he came from and Blake said, “This is going to be a long day. I swear if we get more of that I’m going to lose my shit.”
Another person who looked like Tonya but instead of curly black hair had straight blonde hair came up to the counter.
“May I take your order?” Blake muttered.
“Coffee.” the person replied.
“Do I dare ask for your name?” Blake barked.
“Toilet Head.” the person replied.
Blake raised his arm to his mouth, made a muffled scream, lowered his arm, and said, “Clems you deal with this” before running out the employee’s only door leaving his coffee on the counter.
Clems handed the customer Blake’s coffee.
* * * * *
After a few hours of doing café work Clems closed the café and went out the employee’s only door where they found Blake leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette.
“You okay?” Clems queried.
“Yeah, there’s just a certain level of stupid I can’t stand.” Blake replied.
Clems pulled out their phone and checked the time.
“Aiden should be here by now.” they said.
Ten minutes passed and Aiden was still not here.
Clems started biting their nails.
“Relax. His classes might be running later than usual.” Blake said.
Another ten minutes passed by.
“I’m just going to go. He’s probably going to be stuck forever.” Clems said.
“You sure?” Blake replied.
“Unless you can take me in.” Clems said.
“I wish I could but my parents won’t allow it.” Blake barked.
“I knew it….” Clems replied.
Clems started to walk slowly back to the house she lived in with a phone in one hand and the bunny plushie in the other.
After twenty minutes of walking Clems arrived at the house.
“I will gladly kill her.” yelled Derek’s voice from inside the house.
“I will run away and never come back.” yelled Alice’s voice.
“No you’re not. I will tie you to the damn bed.” Derek yelled “That demonic hell-spawn needs to die today!”
Clems looked at the phone in her hand and thought to herself ‘It doesn’t even matter anymore, whether I call for help or not he’s going to end me but calling someone could possibly get me out of here.’
She held up the phone, punched in a number, then brought the phone to her ear.
“Hello?” said a voice on the line.
“Digby! It’s me Clemenselmers. Please help me get the hell out of here. Derek is planning to kill me!” She panted quietly so no one in the house could hear.
“Relax! Take a deep breath. I’ll send my cousin over. He used to be in the military so he knows how to deal with people like Derek. He’s just a block away…. Devin you’re right here head to this address as soon as possible. Bring a gun or something! He’s on his way you two.” Digby barked.
“Thank you!” Clems said still in a panicked voice.
She disconnected the call, put the phone in her pocket, and started panting heavily.
Five minutes later Derek (who was now wearing jeans) lifted Clems by the neck who screamed while a red 2024 Audi A4 and a Harley-Davidson Street Glide motorcycle parked in front of Clems and Derek.
A middle aged man stepped off the motorcycle while a man and a woman opened the car doors and hopped out. This was Devin, Nia, and Dan although Clems didn’t know it. Devin held a pistol, Nia held a silver baseball bat, and Dan held a hammer. Hammer Smashed Face by Cannibal Corpse blared from the car radio.
Derek put Clems down.
Devin pointed the gun at Derek’s head.
“Woah woah woah. Don’t point that at me and my friend Clemenselmers!”
“‘Friend?’ You are a pathological liar.” Dan barked, “We saw you about to strangle Clemenselmers there. We ain’t falling for your lies.”
“Yeah we ain’t falling for that.” Nia barked.
Derek pulled out a knife while Devin shot the knife out of Derek’s hand making it land into Devin’s unoccupied hand.
“Nice try.” Devin barked.
Derek took the hammer out of Dan’s hand, smashed Dan’s nose, and then smashed Dan’s right arm.
“Aggghhhh, motherfucker!” Dan yelled.
Nia swung the bat at Derek’s legs making Derek fall to the gravel driveway face first.
“Don’t touch my fucking friend bitch!” Nia barked.
“That heretic will go to hell!” Derek barked.
“There’s only one person who’ll go to hell if it exists and that ain’t me.” Dan barked back.
Alice came walking out the house holding a hand to her stomach.
“What did you lace that drink with, Derek?” Alice gasped.
“No! That freak was supposed to drink cyanide!” Derek shrieked “No!”
Alice fell to the ground and became motionless.
“No, Alice, no!” Clems cried.
“You are in trouble big time Derek!” yelled Devin.
“You should’ve known the price of evil!” Dan barked.
Dan stole the hammer back from Derek.
“AGH!” Dan screamed while smashing Derek’s head to a bloody mushy pulp all over the ground with the hammer. Nia started smashing Derek’s back with the baseball bat.
“Chill there killer! You’ve done the job good.” Devin barked.
Dan and Nia now covered in blood on the front started panting heavily.
A Ford Mustang Shelby GT-500 Fastback 1967 parked in the driveway beside Dan’s Audi.
Aiden came out of the truck and looked at what had happened here.
“Oh I’m gonna be sick. What happened?” Aiden barked before throwing up.
“Oh just us giving Derek a ticket to his highway to hell.” Dan replied.
“Well that’s good. But what happened to Alice?!” Aiden continued.
“Derek poisoned her with cyanide.” Devin said.
“No, no, no, no, nooo! She didn’t deserve to die! First me and Clems lose our mother, now we lost our oldest sibling.” Aiden muttered, “Where will we live? Clems can’t afford a house with her job.”
“You can move in with me. I own my mansion and I don’t care if I expand the household. I want to help those in need.” Devin replied.
“For real?” Aiden queried.
Devin got back on his motorcycle and said “Of course. You can’t just leave two teenagers out in the world alone to fend for themselves.”
“You two can ride with Dan and Nia in their car.” Devin said.
Dan took the drivers seat of the Audi, Nia the passenger seat, Clems the seat behind Dan, and Aiden the seat behind Nia. They all closed the doors behind them.
“Are there any songs in specific you two want to listen to while I drive you to Devin’s mansion?” Dan queried.
“How about Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance? I think Clems would like that.” Aiden replied.
Clems nodded.
Dan pulled out a phone, tapped the screen a couple of times, and Famous Last Words started blaring through the car radio.