(As has been promised for a while now, the first short story on Dad Does Autism. The origin story of a character I created in the early/mid 2000s (I forget exactly when).It was for an online game called e-fedding. For those of you that aren’t wrestling nerds. You created a character and wrote storylines for them, and competed weekly against an opponent. It brought out my passion for writing, and I learnt a lot. So here goes, for the first time in 12 years…)
Origin Story – Part one
Everyone needs an origin story, so here’s mine. It was Sunday afternoon by the time I awoke. I rolled over and saw Daisy still asleep. It had been a late night, but she still looked amazing. I could just see her pretty face poking out from her long golden hair, as she lay on her front. How I manage to keep her sticking around, I really don’t know.
As I rolled out of bed, a quick look in the mirror, my make up wasn’t too bad following a night’s sleep. Touch up the white face, black around the eyes, and redo the black lipstick. Then I’d look the part, that’s what I decided last night anyway. I don’t normally wear make up. Today was a big day. First I needed a cup of tea. My gran always said there’s no better way to start the day than a nice cup tea. I can think of a few things, but gran wouldn’t approve. I went through to the kitchen and put the kettle on.
“Daisy? Have we got anything to eat?”
I could hear her groaning, and see her moving around as she started to wake. The advantages of a one bedroom flat, you’re always within shouting distance. I could see Daisy was now sat up, and rubbing at her eyes.
“I doubt it. You’ve been too busy messing around, trying to become this Dark Lord thing, in that silly club of yours. Instead of doing something useful, like the doing the shopping while I’m out at work.”
The kettle had boiled, so I made a couple of cups and took one in to Daisy. I checked myself in the mirror. Chest out, belly in. Dad bods are in nowadays anyway apparently.
“I’ve told you before. It is not a club, it’s a cult. The position of Dark Lord is very serious. All the important people are in it.”
“Will it pay the rent and put food on the table?”
I could sense Daisy was not entirely convinced, but she doesn’t know the power the cult posses. Being a Dark Lord will open up lots of doors. Who needs a CV when you’ve got a secret handshake.
“The position will bring with it certain privileges and opportunities. Trust me this will be great for us.”
Daisy just smiled and kissed me with her soft lips.
“If it makes you happy. How did you even get yourself nominated for an important position?”
“What do you mean?”
“I just think I would want someone a bit more organised, someone with experience of holding important positions. You’ve not had a job since that incident with the special sauce at McDonalds.”
“Yeah, well I have other qualities.”
I could have done without Daisy putting me on the spot, though I guess it was practise for the interview. She’s smart. I could see Daisy looking at me waiting for an answer, I started to get flustered, but didn’t want to show it. What would I say when asked what qualities I had? I had absolutely no idea.
“Take your time.”
Now I really was getting flustered. I needed to get into a Dark Lord’s mindset. What is a Dark Lord’s mindset? I have no idea. Do you have to be evil and stuff? I just like the title and pension benefits. No matter, I’d google it and wing it like I normally do. Just like now.
“I’ve got Dark Lord qualities, you wouldn’t understand.”
Daisy had that wry smile on her face, the one where she knows I’m winging it, but doesn’t want to put me down.
“I wouldn’t worry about it too much, I get the feeling your going to be perfect for the role. I can see it now, Timothy Purvis, the Dark Lord. Here I got you this.”
Daisy pulled a bag out from under the bed, and passed it over to me. I always love a surprise. This was the best one ever. A full length black leather trench coat. I couldn’t believe it.
“This is perfect!” I must have sounded like an excited child, but I was so happy. I desperately wanted one for this interview. You have to look the part, but I couldn’t afford one. I gave Daisy the biggest hug I’d ever given anyone. No matter what I knew she always had my back.
“Now go get ready.”