Weird High: Blobby at the Bat (2017)

Weird High

If you go to the woods today

Be sure that late you do not stay

Beneath the light of the moon

Nestled deep in the gloom

To the left of the chill down your spine

A school for ghosts and ghouls

Awake from their tombs

Beware the place they call Weird High

Blobby at the Bat

It was a big night for Weird High. It was time for the Undead Baseball Series. They had beaten the witches from Salem and the swamp creatures from Loch, now all that was left were the mummies from Romania.

Everyone was abuzz amidst the gloom of the halls that night, talking of the game and who they were playing. Blobby sat alone at the back of the class, aware of what his classmates were saying. He knew they were nervous that he would lose them the game. A couple of times on previous nights he had struck out and left their star players to save them. Frank N. Stein turned in his chair, his neck bolts crackled from being fully charged after practice at dusk. He warned Blobby to not strike out or he would regret it. The vampire cheerleaders that surrounded his desk all giggled and showed him their fangs.

After class, back at his locker, Blobbly was looking glum. His friend Kelly tried to cheer him up by removing her head and quoting a scene from his favorite movie. She was a skeleton and often juggled her bones for fun. Blobby forced a smile but then a few kids tossed rocks into his body. They stuck and sunk in and Kelly had to take them out. The eyes that floated inside him welled up and he forced himself not to cry. The whole school knew that he was bad at sports even though he practiced a lot. Nothing Kelly could say could lift his spirits as he dreaded the end of the day. The game would come and he would strike out. It was never any other way.

Finally the bell tolled. Blobby felt as if he could die as the students spilled out to the stadium. The moon was high in the sky, the bleachers were packed and the players got dressed in their game day blacks. The locker room buzzed with the sweet sounds of death as the vampire coach lead the team in a rousing dirge. The players all cheered. They were ready to win. This game was the highlight of their year. The baseball bats were imported from Transylvania, the referees were aliens from Nebula 9. No expense had been spared. This was to be the biggest game of the century.

The players filed into the stadium. The bleachers were packed with ghouls and goblins. They all cheered a deafening roar. Blobby’s body had already begun to collect dirt and garbage. The Mummies were first to bat. They scored eight runs before they struck out. It looked grim for Weird High when Frank N. Stein finally stepped up to the plate. He hit a home run and scored their first point. The cheerleaders lead the dead crowd in a bloodcurdling howl while the skeletons chattered with glee.

A few innings passed and Blobby sat on the bench or else was placed in far right field. He was happy to play but wished that one day the coach would let him up to bat. Then finally he got his wish. It was the bottom of the ninth and the coach let out a mournful sigh. The bases were loaded and they were down by three. It was Blobby’s turn to play. The rest of the team was injured. Pumpkinhead had lost his head and the vampires had broken wings. It was a rough game and now it was Blobby’s turn to save the day. As he stepped up to the plate the zombies groaned but Kelly let out a shout. She played a song on her ribcage and everyone glared. They were not pleased that Blobby was their final hope.

Blobby squared up to the plate and stared at the pitcher. The mummy looked cunning and mean. He threw a quick pitch that sped over the plate and Blobby let out a late swing. Frank N. Stein yelled from his spot on third base. He hoped Blobby would not miss again. Blobby tried to ignore him and watched the mummy pitcher’s face as a second pitch was thrown. This one curved to the left. Everyone gasped as they watched the ball hit Blobby square in his face. It did not hurt but he felt embarrassed. The zombie umpire pulled the ball from between his eyes. 

Play resumed as Blobby prepared for a hit. The pitcher threw the ball of unicorn hide. It whizzed once again over the plate. Blobby had not managed a hit. The crowd grew anxious and the mummies let out a cheer. The game was almost over, they had no fear. If Blobby could sweat he would have been at this very moment. But he pressed forward, the bat stuck to his body, as he awaited the final pitch. 

The pitcher took his stance, he looked Blobby right in the eye. He took a mighty wind up and threw. His wrapping got stuck to the ball. It was his special, the mummy’s cursed pitch. It hovered and spun and spiraled right over the plate. Blobby swung with all his might. He closed his eyes and prayed. When he opened them he heard the crowd cheer. He watched the witch in the sky dive as the ball flew over the field. The werewolf in the announcer’s box let out a howl as he announced the grand slam hit. Frank N. Stein ran, followed closely by Zena the zombie and Jimmy the wild kid. 

Blobby moved slow, the bat stuck to his face. If he had a mouth it would have been smiling. He rounded the bases as the crowd cheered him on. The mummies just moaned and watched the scoreboard rack up four points for Weird High. It was a lucky 13 to 12 as the team rushed Blobby and let out a cheer. They tried to lift him but his body just plopped. It hit the ground in a slimy puddle. So they just stood around and sang songs of his heroic win. For it was on that night that Blobby saved the day with his play at the bat.