A Booshy Mannequin

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Crossover and slash. Howard Moon, a struggling artist is going from one dead end job to the next. But it all changes when a mannequin he creates comes to life in a department store where he gets a new job.

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Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

Looking in your eyes, I see a paradise
This world that I’ve found, is too good to be true,
Standing here beside you, want so much to give you,
This love in my heart, that I’m feeling for you.

Let them say we’re crazy, I don’t care about that
Put your hand in my hand, baby, don’t ever look back
Let the world around us, just fall apart,
Baby, we can make it if we’re heart to heart.

And we can build this dream together, standing strong forever, Nothings gonna stop us now,
And if this world runs out of lovers, we’ll still have each other
Nothings gonna stop us, nothings gonna stop us now.

I’m so glad I found you, I’m not gonna lose you,
Whatever it takes I will stay here with you,
Take it to the good times, See it through the bad times,
Whatever it takes is what I’m gonna do.

Let them say were crazy, what do they know,
Put your arms around me baby, Don’t ever let go
Let the world around us just fall apart,
Baby, we can make it if were heart to heart.

And we can build this dream together, standing strong forever, Nothings gonna stop us now
And if this world runs out of lovers, we’ll still have each other,
Nothings gonna stop us, nothings gonna stop us.

Ooh, all that I need is you, all that I ever need,
And all that I want to do, is hold you forever, ever and ever, hey.

And we can build this dream together, standing strong forever, Nothings gonna stop us now,
And if this world runs out of lovers, we’ll still have each other
Nothings gonna stop us, nothings gonna stop us now, oh no.

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Over 4,500 years ago, Eygpt.
A middle aged woman walked down the passageway of an old tomb, searching for someone “Vince Noir, I know you’re down here. The wedding has all been arranged”
A line of mummies were stood up in alcoves in the wall to her side, one of them with their eyes still on them. The blue eyes darted back and forth, hoping the woman couldn’t see him “Please Gods, please help me out of this” His disguise didn’t work as the woman came over to him, slightly annoyed.
“You turned down the jeweler. You turned down the grain merchant. You turned down the Pharaoh’s food taster. There’s only one man left who’ll have you: You’ll marry Hazzi-Ra” She explained.
“What’s he do then?” Vince asked, rolling his eyes. The bandages fell off his face to reveal handsome pointed features, kohl drawn around his eyes, with traces of black hair sticking out under his chin and around his cheek.
“He’s a fuel merchant” The woman replied, until Vince gave her a look “Mother!” Now she rolled her eyes “All right, he sells camel dung”
Vince sighed and proceeding to take off the rest of his bandages, showing off the white gown he had on, with a green-red striped belt going around his thin waist. A golden band was wrapped around his head, with supported longish raven hair “Forget it, I’m not doing it. I don’t want to settle down, I want to invent things, like fashion and music. And I’d love to fly, please Gods, help me find a better way”
“And I’d like to tell your father to go to hell” His mother said, making Vince sigh and lean back inside his alcove “Vincey, do you think I wouldn’t encorage you to do these things? Sure, the Nile is overflowing. There is a wheat shortage, the Pharaoh has hemorrhoids, so I think the Gods have bigger things to worry about than you”
The tomb started to rumble, dust and sand falling from the ceiling. A flash of bright light shone from the entrance, as the rumbling got worse. A veil of snad shot up in front of Vince, and when it disappeared, he’d gone with just the bandages left in his wake “Vince? Vince?” His mother called out, picking up the bandages and holding them close.
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London, today.
Inside an old mannequin making factory, a youngish man, Howard Moon was working on his greatest work. His brown eyes glistening with excitement, as he quickly scratched his small moustace before starting off again “What would you say if I told you, that you were more beautiful everyday?”
“What was that?” He asked pulling the male dummy closer to his ear “Arms and legs? Yes, how careless of me!” He said, carrying the half a dummy towards some of the ready made legs, then placing it on some pale thin legs “That’s better, now for some arms” The man walked off, then came back bringing a pair of pale thin arms, placing them on the dummy.
Stepping back, he admired his work. A young man was looking back at him, with blue eyes and black longish hair setting his features of nicely. His pale, thin but lean frame was set perfectly now it was complete. A cough made him turn around and he was facing his boss- Mr Nooka.
“What do you think, boss? I was just coming to get you” Howard said, excitement clearly in his eyes.
“Well, you could get the dummy of the week award, Moon” Mr Nooka replied.
“He did turn out pretty real” Howard said back, a smile on his face “I wasn’t talking about him, Moon” The smile fell.
“What do you think? It only took me six days. I could turn out three or four a month” His boss rolled his eyes “You’re supposed to make three or four of these a day! Now get back to work”
He went to walk of when Howard spoke again “What about quality, boss? Style and grace, these things take time”
“That’s it Moon, you’re fired!” Nooka yelled, going red in the face.
“Fired? Okay, but can I finish him? I’m a sculptor, well I’m trying to be a sculptor and he’s my work of–” He trailed off as he saw the look in his ex-boss’s face “I’m going, I’m going”
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A week later and Howard still hadn’t found the right job. He tried to sell balloons at kid’s parties, but he let one kid have the huge balloon of the company and he floated off. He tried trimming hedges in the local park, but was fired because of using his artistic skills to make animal shapes. He even trieda job at a pizza parlour, but took too long putting the toppings on the pizza and got fired.
Howard was currently riding his prized motorbike to the department store where his boyfriend worked. Old Gregg was waiting outside for him, dressed in his usual silver jacket and pink tutu (hey it’s London, like they care what people wear these days!), looking sheepishly at his workmates as Howard pulled up “Howard’s car is in the shop” He called out, before getting on the back of the bike.
“Hey Gregory” He said, giving his boyfriend a quick kiss “Where we going to eat and have baileys?” Gregg asked
“I thought maybe a hot dog in the park and a coke instead” Howard answered.
“Howard lose his job again?” Gregg aksed, sighed in annoyance.
“I didn’t lose it, someone else has it” His boyfriend admitted. He turned his head round when he saw a tallish man with a large silver moustace walk out the store doors, waving everyone goodnight “Who’s that?”
“That’s Dixon Bainbridge, old Gregg’s boss” Howard shrugged and drove off towards the park “I think you’ve lost your grip on reality, Howard”
“Reality is very disappointing, I don’t it’s good for me” Gregg just sighed again “Maybe if we be together tonight, it will confuse things. So let’s not, and see a professional”
“What, you mean a prositute?” Howard asked.
“I mean one of those shrink people of the radio” Old Gregg answered, getting more annoyed “When you do, I’ll take you back. Now take me home”
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After he took Gregg home, Howard drove through the London high streets in the now puring rain, thinking of what his now-kinda boyfriend said. Then he spotted something out the corner of his eyes, and stopped outside a high store just a couple of blocks away from Old Gregg’s workplace.
In the window, was the young male dummy he created but was taken away once he’d finished it. It was dressed in a long sleeved red top with black belt around the waist, and black drainpipes on his legs. His hands were perfectly placed on his hips and his head was held high in the air, as though saying ‘look at me’.
“Wow, I’ve always wondered what happened to you after they took you away. You’re the first thing I’ve created in a really long time…that made me feel like an artist” Howard confessed, then gasped in disappointment as the light went out, and his creation was plunged into darkness “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then” He promised, getting back on his bike and driving off, giving the window one last look before going round the corner.