HI! This is blackwolf17 here. sorry about my other stories, but I kind of got sidetracked for a little while. I really don't know when the next chapter of any of my stories will be. School's starting to end and finals are coming up. I'll try my hardest to do something, but don't be too hopeful.
Anyways, I got a new story for y'all. It's something I've been working on and I figured, you know what, I want to share this with you people, cause we all know sharing is caring. :)
Please read and click the shiny blue button at the end and send me a review. For all those who do, you'll get a nice, shiny pony named Phillip.
In a galaxy far, far away, two unsuspecting girls sat transfixed in front of a television set watching reruns of Yu Yu Hakusho. One of the girls was short, and when I say short, I mean she could have been an extra when they were shooting the munchkin scene in the Wizard of Oz.
"Hey! I heard that you stupid disembodied voice. For your information, I am five foot one and a half inches tall." She says glaring up to the ceiling, shaking her fist.
The other girl next to her turns and looks at her strangely. "Talking to your imaginary friend again, Allie?" She asks, arching an eyebrow.
"Don't be silly. They're asleep right now. No, it was that stupid disembodied voice again. I swear he is so annoying!"
Hey! I heard that too you know. I can't help it. I'm just doing my job.
"Well, do your job somewhere else, cause Yu Yu Hakusho is coming back on!"
Fine! Reject me! You're just like everyone else. Just because I'm a disembodied voice, everyone thinks they can just ignore me. I'm going to go cry in a corner now.
"Good! Finally I can get some peace." She shouts at the ceiling, arguing with something no one else can see or hear.
"He quiet now?" Her friend asks, not at all weirded out or fazed by her friend's antics.
"Nope, he's sniveling in an insubstantial corner now complaining about how everyone hates him because he's just a disembodied voice floating in nothingness." She responds, rolling her eyes and turns her attention back to the television in front of her.
"Do you need medication or something?" The girl next to her asks like it was a normal everyday thing someone asks to their friend.
"No, 'Manda, I'm perfectly fine...SHUT THE HELL UP YOU FUCKING PANSY!" She screams.
Go to hell you psychotic bitch.
"Prick" She hisses under her breath.
Now, since the disembodied voice is in a corner wallowing in his own self pity, we will get on with the story without him. As was said before, these two unsuspecting girls sat enraptured by the television in front of them.
"So, seriously, are you OK?" Amanda asks, looking pointedly at her crazed friend beside her who was still fuming over being called a midget.
"Of course I am, when have I not been?" Allison asks looking innocently up at her friend, who was still taller than her even when sitting.
"If I remember correctly, you were yelling at nothing and calling it a fucking pansy."
"You would too if he started sniveling and whining like a complete pussy." She practically growled. "Now, I need quiet. The fight between Hiei and Bui is coming up."
Now, to continue the descriptions that the disembodied voice started, but failed miserably to do in a polite way, one of the girls, whose name was Allison, was quite short, but not munchkin short, as previously mentioned, because she was, after all, just over five feet tall. As she sat in front of the TV, she fiddled with the end of her messy braid, twirling the plain brown hair around her fingers. Her hazel eyes stare brightly at the screen in front of her as Hiei unleashes his Dragon of the Darkness Flame attack. Her face holds no make-up and her lips, that seem to move along with the dialog, remain uncolored.
The taller girl next to her was different though. Her hair was the same colored brown as her friend though it might have been a bit lighter. Here eyes too were lighter, but they were not hazel, more like a light brown and looking down at her small friend a little confused but mostly unaffected. She's been friends with her for a while now, and she's gotten used to her crazy antics and outbursts. Before she had come over to her friend's house, she had put on some black eyeliner and some brown eye shadow that suited her and made her eyes seem lighter.
She blinked, looking at her long-time friend. "You're so CUTE!" She squealed randomly and hugged the small girl tightly.
"GAH! Get off! I appreciate the love, but seriously I don't swing that way honey." Allison says, disentangling herself from her friend's arms.
"That's not what you told me last night." Amanda points out, her lower lip starting to tremble.
Allison just looks at her and bursts out laughing, followed by her friend. "Oh, that was good. How you managed to say it with a straight face is beyond me."
"I'm just cool like that."
"Hey, that's my line." She says and looks over at the television again and sees the ending credits rolling across the screen. "Damn it. I missed the fight. I wanted to see Bui get his ass kicked." She whines.
"Dude, we really need to get a life. I know! How bout we go out for a walk?" Amanda asks, realizing how pathetic two teenage girls watching reruns of a show they must have seen at least five times seems.
"Okay!" She exclaims and jumps up, running around her room to get ready which mainly consisted of throwing on her shoes and finding a jacket to wear. Her tall friend just rolled her eyes at her excess of energy and got up to put on her shoes.
Pretty soon they were strolling down the street arm-in-arm, Allison whistling a little random tune she made up on the spot. They chattered about nothing in particular, mainly about the fanfiction they were planning on writing and the annoying people they know at school. Soon, they had gone quite a way and came to a place where the side walk crossed in front of a path into the forest.
"Oh! 'Manda, can we go walk in the forest? Please." Allie asks, practically jumping up and down in excitement, tugging at her sleeve.
"Sure, why not?" She answers and watches as she smiles brightly and dashes off down the path and falls flat on her face in the dirt. Her friend catches up with her and watches as she pushes herself part of the way up and looks down at the ground. There in front of her was a large ant, one of the biggest carpenter ants she had ever seen. Her eyes widen into saucers and she lets out an ear piercing scream. She catapults herself to the nearest tree and scampers up it like a squirrel, stopping at the lowest branch, clutching the trunk.
"Kill it! Kill it!" She screams, her knuckles turning white from holding onto the tree so tightly.
Amanda gently sweeps the ant off into the bushes and looks up at the girl in the tree. "It's gone now, you can come down." She says.
"Nah, I think I'll stay up here for a while." She responds, her eyes shifting back and forth.
A little squirrel pops its head out from a hole in the trunk and chatters angrily at her, scampering up the trunk. Allie notices this and frowns.
"Go away. This is my branch! Get your own." She claims, shooing him away with her hand. The squirrel chatters back to her, moving out of her reach. "No, I will not go away. There are plenty of branches for you to have. Go find one. Can't you see I'm in a state of intense fear?" She replies, trying to get him away from her with her hand again.
"Great. She's conversing with a squirrel now. I should have forced her to take her medication today." Amanda remarks, watching the whole transaction with a raised eyebrow, her hands on her hips.
Suddenly, her small friend lets out another scream, tumbling from the branch, the squirrel latched to her hand. Apparently, the squirrel had taken enough crap from her and had decided to show force her off his branch, and it worked, but now both the squirrel and her were on the ground. Luckily for her, Allie had landed in the bushes and not the hard ground, so it broke her fall a little bit.
Her friend rushes over and looks into the bushes to find the squirrel had already detached itself and was chattering in anger at the girl on the ground. The said girl sat up and glared at the squirrel in hatred.
"Are you okay?" Amanda asks, noticing the small amount of blood on her hand.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I knew squirrels were out to get me." She mumbles, looking at her hand and back at the squirrel. "And to think, I thought you were cute."
"Come on, we better get this checked out. You never know if it has rabies or not." Her friend says, helping her off the ground.
"I beg your pardon, but I do not have rabies, and I am not an 'it'. I have a name you know. It's William Franklin Marshall III, thank you very much." The squirrel pipes up, in a strangely British accent.
"It can talk?" The taller girl remarks, stunned.
"Oh my god, it's so cute!" Her small friend exclaims and scoops up the small critter in her arms and hugs it. "I shall call you Frankie!"
"You shall do no such thing. I prefer William, thank you. Now, will you kindly let me down?" He asks politely, struggling in her arms.
"Nope. You shall be my new friend, Frankie."
"Aren't you freaked out?" Amanda asks looking at her friend's smiling face.
"Why should I be? Now, if it was a German squirrel, then I'd be scared. Those guys can be mean. But, nope, he's British, and we all know British squirrels are honorable people." She points out.
"But, it talks."
"Now, now, 'Manda, it's not nice to be racist. Just because he's different doesn't mean he should be treated differently." She responds, putting one hand on her hip, holding Frankie with the other arm.
"Why am I not surprised? It's useless talking about this." She sighs, running a hand through her hair. "Alright, why is…um…Frankie here?" She asks.
"He has the right to be here, doesn't he? It says so in the Constitution."
"Actually, I am here to make you an offer." Frankie pipes up.
"An offer? What kind of offer?" Amanda asks.
"How would both of you like to go on an all expenses paid trip to a land far, far away?" He offers.
"Okay!" Allie pipes up, looking down at the little creature still held securely in her arms.
"Allie, don't be so hasty. We don't even know where we're going yet."
"Too late!" Frankie says, and with a wag of his poofy tail, a hole opens up underneath them. He tries to struggle out of her arms as they fall through the whole, but Allie clutches onto him with her dear life, screaming as they fall into the darkness.
DUN DUN DUN!! What will happen next! A little cliffy right there.
Anyways, just so you know, the idea of Frankie is all mine, so no stealing without permission!! I'll be watching!
The idea for the Disembodied Voice came from a really long time ago when me and my friend liked to do RPG things and we had a disembodied announcer voice and it was so funny. :)
So anyways. I would really be happy if you'd click the shiny button right there. Click it. Click IT. CLICK IT!
...Phillip is waiting.
