text: [Themes: fan fiction]
  
  You make your way over to the bar where the four blond children are attempting to order some mixed drinks.
  
  "I'm sorry," the bartender says to them, shaking his head, "I just can't serve you guys. You're too young."
  
  You watch in horror as the children's eyes begin to glow and they stare at the man intently together. The bartender clutches at the sides of his skull and falls to the ground writhing in pain and screaming until his voice goes hoarse.
  
  Eventually they stop and the man gets back to his feet to get them their drinks, looking over his shoulder at them fearfully. It takes a minute but you recognize them. They were one of the few silver screen movie monster stars that Abbot and Costello didn't ask to do a film with, and for obvious reasons. They were the children of the Damned. Hollywood did them one up by hiring a new bunch of actors/actresses to do their roles. You imagine they were rather upset by this.
  
  "Hey kids!" You say. They turn in your direction as one. God damn it, if they weren't an eerie bunch. And that says allot considering that you hang out with Dracula and the Wolfman on a semi-regular basis.
  
  "Invisible man-," One of them begins.
  
  "So good to see you." A second answers.
  
  "You are doing well, we hope?" A third asks.
  
  "Yeah," you reply, "I'm all right. You can see me?" You ask.
  
  "It is-" one of them begins to answer.
  
  "An expression." Another finishes.
  
  Talking to them has always been a bit uncomfortable. "Okay," You say, "See you later." You leave their company and head back to the table.
  
  "Those kids are fucking weird." You say under your breath to the Creature from the Black Lagoon.
  
  "Don't say that too loud, Invisible. I am sure they would take great pleasure in bringing you to your knees." He replies.
  
  "I'll just hide, dude." You say. "Hiding is easy when you're invisible."
  
  "I would imagine so." The Creature from the Black Lagoon responds.
  
  The Wolfman comes back with your drink which he sets on the table. "Invisible!" He yells a little. "Your drink is here."
  
  You thank him, which startles him a bit, and lift your pint glass, sipping some of the foam from the top.
  
  "Those damned Village of the Damned kids are here." Wolfman says in a low growl. "I can't fucking stand them."
  
  "They got in? Vhat kind of a bar lets minors in?" Dracula says, a little shocked.
  
  "You think that's bad?" Mrs. Frankenstein says, pointing to the door. "Look who else just showed up."
  
  You look in the direction she indicated and see your least favorite star of the silver screen monster era.
  
  "Great," You say aloud, "The Blob."
  
  "Ah, the blob ain't so bad." Dracula says.
  
  You're kidding, right?!" You say, "The Blob sucks balls. He just sits there! He doesn't say anything or do anything. He's just there... Consuming shit and taking up space. I fucking hate the blob. He ruins everything."
  
  You can't count the amount of parties that had to end early because of the Blob and his stupid presence.
  
  You're tempted to leave right now so that you don't have to interact with that stupid fucking shapeless mass. In fact, that doesn't seem like a bad idea at all. You look to the door and realize that once the Blob moves his fat, gooey ass out from in front of the door, you can easily leave. It's almost not worth hanging around if the Children of the Damned and the Blob are going to be here. You look to the bar and see that the Children of the Damned are making their way over to the table.
  
  Are you going to stick around for this bullshit?
  
  > Well... It is a reunion party, and they were all stars of the silver screen from back then. You can't just tell the nerds not to show up, can you? Hang around and make the best of the situation.
  You decide that you should stick around. It is a reunion afterall, and it's not like anyone left it to you to decide who needed invited.
  
  Besides, you're invisible, if you don't feel like being sociable, you can just be all quiet and they'll think you left. Ha! Being invisible has it's more advantages than just being able to sneak into changing rooms and womens showers afterall!
  
  "Hello, Invisible Man," the little blonde girl with the glowing eyes says to you.
  
  "How did you know I was here?" You say, a little shocked.
  
  "It's not often that beer mugs levitate of thier own accord," She says smugly, the little bitch. The three children around her laugh at the stupidity behind your question.
  
  The fucking children of the damned are a smug bunch of little shits.
  
  "I heard they remaid your movie with actors," You say. If they can be assholes, then damn it, so can you.
  
  Not missing a beat, they counter your remark like the super intelligent arrogant fuckers that they are; "I heard they were going to remake your movie," The girl begins.
  
  "But realised that no one would want to see that drivel," one of the boys finishes.
  
  "Bastards," you say. They have no response to this, as they are in fact bastards with alien fathers.
  
  Thier eyes begin to glow and they look at you, but you just turn to the side and avoid thier gaze. Fucking wankers just can't take it when someone gets the best of them.
  
  Eventualy they give up on attempting to mentaly attack you, it seems they can't get you if they can't meet your eyes. They walk away in unison to the table around the Mummy and talk amongst themselves about whatever it is that alien halfbreeded freaks talk about between one another.
  
  You drink at you beer and start to walk over to the Wolfman, who slaps a hand against the side of his face. "Yeah!" He says, "I got him!"
  
  "Got who?" The Creature from the Black Lagoon asks.
  
  "This fucking fly has been buzzing in my ear all night," he says, "It's been driving me nuts."
  
  Dracula's mouth drops open, Frankenstein smacks himself in the forehead.
  
  "What?" Wolfman asks of them.
  
  "Do you realize vhat you may have done?" Dracula inquires incredulously.
  
  "Yeah," Wolfman replies, "I got that fucking thing to leave me the fuck alone now and forever."
  
  "Vhat if it vas the Fly, Volfman?" the campire lord asks.
  
  Wolfman's eyes go wide. "Oh shit," he says, "you don't think it was do you?"
  
  "How the hell vould ve know?" Dracula replies.
  
  "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggg," says Frankenstein.
  
  "You know what?" Wolfman says, "That mother fucker knows he's a fucking fly. If that was him, then he shouldn't have been buzzing around in my fucking ear all night."
  
  "Perhaps he was attempting to communicate with you," the Creature from the Black Lagoon suggests.
  
  "Fuck him," says the Wolfman.
  
  The other monsters shake their heads in disbelief.
  
  You stand there unsure as to whether you should mourn the loss of the Fly, or assume that the pest was a typical insect that was in no way related to your silver screen freind of old. You take down the rest of your ale in a few quick gulps.
  
  Your head is starting to swim under the rapid consumption of alcohol in which you have partaken.
  
  You start walking back to the table to see if you can convince someone to get you another mug when you feel something sticky brush against your leg.
  
  You look down to see the Blob nuzzling up against your leg. How it found you is beyond your understanding, but then you realise that because he has no eyes or ears, you would be just as visable to it as anyone else would be.
  
  > Gross, you have Blob on your leg! Fucking sick!!
  "Ah fuck!," you exclaim, "I got blob on my fucking leg!"
  
  You look down at the blob in utter disgust. "You are the most revolting shapeless mass I have ever had the displeasure of knowing!" You say to it.
  
  It shies away from you, evidently offended by your outburst. If blobs could cry, you are certain that the Blob would have tears flooding from whatever the blob equivelant of eyes would be.
  
  You watch as it makes it's way to the barm solemnly rolling along, a trail of blob slime in its wake.
  
  "You're an asshole, Invisible," The bride of Frankenstein says to you.
  
  But you are aware of this, and you shrug your shoulders as though anyone can make out your invisible non verbal gestures. You take down what remains of your beer and stand there silently as the Blob eventualy reaches the bar.
  
  Suddenly and without warning the blob begins to consume things. At first it simply absorbs a barstool, and had you not been watching, you probably wouldn't have noticed. Then, however, the blob's outrage becomes more severe and less controlable.
  
  It makes contact with and absorbs a nearby customer, then the bar and more surrounding stools. Panic ensues within the establishment as the blob gains in it's immense size and continues to reek havok on the Monsters Lounge.
  
  "I hope you're happy," Wolfman says to you.
  
  You briefly wonder how he knew that you were still around, but are cut off from this line of thought when the edge of the blob suddenly comes within a few inches of your leg.
  
  Your monster freinds have already made their way to the door, but you find your way blocked by the ever expanding, all consuming shapless mass.
  
  You back away in terror, part of you finding it hard to believe that a shapeless mass whom you scoffed at in the old days is suddenly filling you with an overwhleming amount of fright laden apprehension.
  
  You back up slowly until your back touches the wall. That's when you realise that there is no hope for you. Perhaps this is all karmic retribution, you think. Perhaps you diserve this.
  
  Suddenly the blob touches you and you feel it all go suddenly numb. The blob spreads to cover your body and everything is numb.
  
  What was everything becomes nothing, and nothing becomes all.