Thirtieth fanfic! Big whoop! How mon monu monument monumentous! Or is it monumental? I'll never know. Anyway, a story I came up with a few nights ago when I was supposed to be asleep (LOL) Anyway, enjoy, and see if you can guess who it's from the perspective of. (It's not hard!)
I haven't woken up in too many weird places. Falling asleep, however, is a different matter. I've fallen asleep in weird places, like the back of a van, or in a French class. But being a kid still, I've always managed to wake up in a more relatively normal place.
Well, apart from one night, that was the only exception.
I guess it was about 2am in the morning. I was asleep (kinda) when I awoke because I could feel arms around me, lifting me up. Normally I would have questioned this, but it was early and I was tired, so I just assumed that it was Dad, and went back to sleep.
That was the biggest mistake I ever made in my life.
Before I had even woken up, I knew something was wrong. I opened my eyes slowly, and saw…
Nothing.
That was it, nothing. I was in a dark room that was completely empty. Where was my colourful and lively bedroom?
Nowhere.
The floor was hard and cold. I tried to get up and stretch my arms, but I couldn't.
What the heck? I asked myself.
I looked around as far as I could, and behind me, I could just about see that my arms had been tied to a pole behind my back with a rope! I was a prisoner!
But who was my captor?
"Well, well. The hostage is awake at last."
My gaze darted upwards in an instant.
A tall yet chubby man stood in front of me grinning gleefully. He wore a completely white suit and a white hat.
I shivered.
I knew him.
"Doc Hopper," I said through gritted teeth.
"So you do know me?" he said. "I suppose that makes things easier."
"What do you want?" I demanded. "Why have you brought me here?"
Doc said nothing, but pointed upwards.
I looked. The pole I was attached to was attached to a sign. The sign read. Doc Hopper's Frogs' Legs.
"I think you've a pretty good idea of why I've brought you here."
Of course I did.
I had seen the film; I had heard all he tales.
I knew about how Doc Hopper worked for a frogs' legs company, I had heard about how desperate he was to get Dad on his adverts. Once Dad had refused, Doc still didn't give up. To the point where he threatened to kill and stuff him.
He was not a man I wanted to meet.
Well too late.
I just had.
I shook my head in horror.
"Now way!" I cried. "If you think for one second that you're going to make me into a light snack, then boy are you wrong! Once my dad finds out about this, he'll…he'll…"
Doc Hopper just laughed. "You have no idea, do you? I'm not going to kill you."
"You're not?"
"No, no, my plan is much less simplistic than that. You see, you are live bait."
"Live bait?"
"Yes, you're going to bring Kermit here, so he can do my advert."
"He'll never agree to that," I said.
"I think he will; otherwise you will end up as a Frenchman's dinner."
I gulped.
Looks like this is another adventure I thought to myself. Only this one doesn't sound like too much fun!