Grim: Hey everyone!
Broken: Hello!
Grim: Man. How long has it been? A little longer than a week?
Broken: We're sorry. And sorry for this.
Grim: Don't worry. I haven't forgotten about the others... Just maybe most of them...
Broken: But, hopefully this one will be gold!
Grim: Probably not.
Broken: I said hopefully! I didn't say it will!
Grim: True, true. Anyways, Imma try something new for this opening. It's a song/poem from a chick named Mary Howitt! But, because I have been watching too much Chiller, it shall be in song! Only, you're gonna read it... WHATEVER!
Broken: So, italic will be the poem. ENJOY!
"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly, "Tis the prettiest parlor that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair, and I have may curious things to show you when you are there."
The tree friends stepped out of the car, a smile on most of their faces. They looked up at the huge mansion, some calling out that they called dibs on the room on the top floor.
"Oh no, no," said the Fly, "To ask me is in vain; for who goes up your winding stair shall ne'er come down again."
Grim made her way up the stairs, her red eyes admiring the large building. Everyone was outside, exploring. She listened for anything. A breath, a heartbeat, a footstep, even the slightest touch of something. Yet, she only heard her own.
"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high; will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly. "There are pretty curtains drawn around, and the sheets are fine and thin; and if you rest a while, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
"Oh no, no," said the Fly, "for I've often heard it said they never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"
Broken opened his green eyes, the light blue ceiling greeting him. He wanted to get up badly, but something made him stay in the warm bed. He looked around, and opened the supposed to be empty drawer. Instead, inside was an old book. He flipped the pages, looking at the odd words and pictures.
Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, "Dear friend, what can I do to prove that warm affection I've always felt for you? I have within my pantry, good store of all that's nice; I'm sure you're very welcome – will you please take a slice?"
"Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "Kind sir, that cannot be, I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"
Grim opened the pantry door, and jumped back, letting out a yelp of surprise. Flippy went over by his friend, seeing that an arm had fallen off one of the shelves, the skin and blood still fresh.
"How in the hell did that get in there?" Grim asked herself out loud. When the tree friends had moved in, they admired the place, looking at everything, and even in every corner of the mansion. Flippy just shrugged, taking shaky steps back.
"Sweet creature," said the Spider, "You're witty and you're wise; How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes! I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf; if you step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
"I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say; and bidding good morning now, I'll call another day."
Giggles smiled as the strange wolf complemented her eyes, fur, and even dress she had wore. The thought of her dating Cuddles was now pushed far back in her mind, as though the yellow bunny never existed to her.
"And your bow," the wolf started, a smile on his face. "It's so beautiful. It matches your fur, and brings out the color of your eyes!"
She giggled a little, the words from the other soul making her blush.
The Spider turned him around about, and went into his den, for well he knew the silly Fly would soon come back again; So he wove a subtle web in the corner sly, and set his table ready to dine upon the Fly.
"Giggles, stay away from that wolf," Grim warned, looking at the pink chipmunk. "He's danger."
"You're just jealous I have someone flirting with me, and not you!" she replied, a smile on her face. The Fireline laughed at the other female.
"One, you're dating Cuddles you cheating whore. And two, I already got a guy," she told the girl, walking towards the glass sliding door. "But, if you wanna kill yourself, go ahead."
Then he came out his door again, and merrily did sing,
"Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing; Your robes are green and purple, there's a crest upon your head; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are as dull as lead."
Giggles waited patiently at the fancy table, as Z promised to meet her there. While she was waiting, back at the house, Grim started to warn the tree friends.
"That Z guy is dangerous," she spoke to them, hoping one of them would listen. "I don't trust him."
"Jealous Grim?" Petunia asked, smiling at the Fireline like Giggles had done.
"Jealous?" Grim repeated, almost sickened at the word. "Look at your best friend, Petunia! She's dating Cuddles, but she's going out on a date with Z!"
"SHE'S ON A DATE WITH Z!" Cuddles screamed in shock, as he jumped out of his chair. The girl nodded, along with her younger brother.
Alas, alas! How very soon this silly little Fly, hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by; wait buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, - thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue; thinking only of her crested head – poor foolish thing! At last, up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den within his little parlor – but she ne'er came out again!
Giggles looked around the empty mansion, hearing nothing.
"Petunia? Cuddles?" she called out, hoping to hear a reply. "Grim? Broken? Flippy? Flaky?"
Nothing. Only silence. Soon, a paw covered her nose with a wet cloth. She went very dizzy, and soon saw darkness.
Giggles awoke a few hours later, strapped down to a table in the basement. She screamed in horror, wondering what was going on.
"Silly little girl," Z spoke, as he looked at her, black liquid dripping from his eyes. "You really thought I thought all those things I said nice about your were true?"
"Why are you doing this?" She asked, ignoring what he had to say.
"Why? Because I can." he chuckled, picking up an axe, and raising it above his head. The last sound in the mansion, was Giggles' cry of horror.
And now, dear little children, who may this story read, to idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er herd; unto an evil counselor close to heart, and ear, and eye, and take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
Grim: We hoped you guys liked!
Broken: And if not oh well!
Grim: If you wanna submit your OCs, you already know what to do!
Broken: Just send in their info, and they'll be in this crazy adventure with everyone else!
Grim and Broken: PEACE!