Disclaimer: Don't own. 'Nuff said.
Dedicated to my little brother, R.J., who asked me to write this little ficcy and had given me the idea for the title.
Clue 2: The Curse of Mr. Green
By Queety
"No! NO! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME GO BACK THERE!" Mr. Green shouted as he was being driven to Boddy Mansion by some-driver-person-who's-name-I-will-not-mention-because-I'm-too-lazy.
"Too bad," smirked that-driver-person-who's-name-I-will-not-mention-because-I'm-too-lazy, "You are forced to come here because the almighty fanfic writer beckons you.
"But Mr. Boddy is dead! Why do I need to go back?" Mr. Green complained.
Because I said so!
Mr. Green looked around in alarm. "Who said that?"
Me! The Almighty Fanfic Writer!
Lightning flashed for dramatic effect. Mr. Green gasped and then shivered in his seat.
"Here you are, Mr. Green," said the-driver-person-who's-name-I-will-not-mention-because-I'm-too-lazy, "Boddy Mansion."
"No! I don't wanna go!" Mr. Green complained.
The strong driver-person-who's-name-I-will-not-mention-because-I'm-too-lazy picked up the skinny Mr. Green and threw him onto the porch and drove away.
"Noooooooooo!" Mr. Green shouted, "No-oh-oh!"
Because the Almighty Fanfic Writer was agitated with the Mr. Green's shouts, she opened the door and made Mr. Green walk in. Greeny-
"Wait just a minute!" Mr. Green shouted.
Yes?
"Don't call me Greeny!"
Why not?
"Because that's not my name!"
Whatever…
Then the Almighty Fanfic Writer (we'll call her AFW for short) made Mr. Green fly to a green square near the edge of the house. Mr. Green was very confused. The house now seemed to look like a board game with squares covering every inch of the floor.
Suddenly, 3 cards appeared in Mr. Green's hand. One had a picture of Miss Peacock, the second had a picture of a knife, and the third had a picture of a revolver. A die appeared in Mr. Green's other hand. He looked at them in awe.
How did these end up in my hand? he thought.
I already told you! I'm the AFW!
Wait! You can read my thoughts?
Of course, dummy. I'm the one making you think them. And I can do this too…
Mr. Green started break-dancing on his square. Then he whirled around and started dancing like Michael Jackson: a pelvic thrust here and a pelvic thrust there.
Col. Mustard, please roll the die.
"What was that?" Mr. Green looked around nervously.
Miss Scarlet, please roll the die.
By this point, you'd have to be a dummy to not know what was going on. And Mr. Green was a dummy. The game was starting, sparkle butt!
Mr. Green, please roll the die.
Mr. Green was still confused. Trembling, he dropped the die. It rolled to a 1.
"What does that mean?" he asked to no one in particular.
"You rolled a 1. So you don't go first," said no-one-in-particular.
Mrs. White, it is your turn. Please roll the die There was a short pause, then… Six
Mr. Green swore he could hear footsteps echoing throughout the mansion. Finally, the stopped.
Professor Plum, it is your turn. Please roll the die... Five.
After more frightful footsteps, Miss Peacock then, Col Mustard Miss Scarlet all rolling 4's or higher. Finally came-
Mr. Green, it is your turn. Please roll the die.
Mr. Green rolled the die. He rolled a…
One.
"Hey!" Mr. Green shouted, once again, to no one in particular, "That's not fair. I want a re-roll."
"Sorry, bub," said, once again, no-one-in-particular, "You can't."
"Well, this stinks," Mr. Green grumbled as he stepped forward one square.
Mrs. White, it is your turn. Please roll the die…Five. Professor Plum, it is your turn. Please roll the die…Four. Miss Peacock, it is your turn. Please roll the die…Six. Col. Mustard, it is your turn. Please roll the die…Four. Miss Scarlet, it is your turn. Please roll the die…Four. Mr. Green, it is your turn. Please roll the die…
Mr. Green rolled the die again. Two.
"What the f-
Excuse me!
"Yeah?"
Look what you did! Now children can't read this fic!
"That's good. Because it su-
You asked for it, Bucky! One more time and I'll
"You'll do what?"
I can do anything. So I suggest you calm down.
"Fine," Mr. Green folded his arms, "I'll be good."
Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to have to raise the rating.
"But I didn't swear!"
You implied it!
While Mr. Green muttered some words-that-can't-be-said-or-written-cuz-it-would-make-this-fic-need-a-higher-rating, the readers of this story should review with any necessary observations, comments, and suggestions. And if the readers don't, well…
(Cuts to scene of Mr. Green dangling by his pants that are stuck on a twig over a large cliff)
A/N: Cliffie! What'll happen? Who am I kidding? Of course I know! Muahahaha! The power!