Trapped
"I'll be back!" is a normal and fun thing to yell when being trapped in any way, shape, or form. It scares your enemies, and gets rid of unneeded rage for when you're trying to form a way to get out of your trap.
Unluckily for me, my trap was kind of hard to get out of seeing as it was A FREAKIN' DIMENSION! Now that goody-goody is walking around, probably laughing his smug face off at the fact that I'm here and he escaped it.
To be fair, if the roles were reversed I'd be laughing at him. Fair? I've been alone far too long…
It was strange, what ended up happening. Evil Earth disappeared, Neutron said it would and it did. An unseen side effect of the Dark Matter surrounding accrued, I couldn't die.
Normally, best gift ever, but how it worked was maddening. I guess you couldn't really call it immortality, more…surreal conciseness wellbeing void of physical form. Meaning my mind and ability to think is still intact, but my body's gone, dust in the matter. Sickeningly annoying.
It's the perfect trap with no way out, how can I escape with no hands to build a way out? Even if I could leave, I'd die without the Dark Matter World's strange affect. And the worst part…I did it to myself.
I've never done anything stupider then breaking that Dark Energy chip, heck, Neutron himself hasn't done anything stupider.
With so much time to myself, I have a lot of time to think. Being stuck like this…I'll never get a chance to trip Sheen, to pull Vortex's hair, destroy Libby's hip-hop music, tricking Carl into eating Llama meat. Yeah that last one was a goal, what of it? He'd probably be allergic anyways, so no lose there.
So many prank calls yet to be made, so many pies yet to be thrown! I've got to get out of here!
Think…Think…Think…
Brain blasts are impossible without anything to work with.
Whippy-dip must feel so proud of himself, get his world back safe and sound, still probably saving the world time and time again…probably saving it right now.
There are things are really did want to do. I wanted to leave my mark on the world; sure it'd be as an evil dictator, but still a mark. I wanted to be free to do what I wanted, something Jimbo would never allow.
It still amazes me that he calls himself the good guy when he so uncaringly froze the others. I'm not saying I cared about them or anything, it's just funny to think about. Those guys weren't evil, and they weren't him.
But that doesn't matter, because to Jimmy freaking Neutron clones are expendable… my life, right now, is simple torment. Heck, you can't even call it a life. I'm just a being, a sad creature that should be put out of its misery. Lord, I'm depressed…
Is there any end to this?
POOF!
What?
"So this is a dark matter dimension, huh? Bored now, let's go." I didn't need telling twice, I managed to get over to the voice, and found it to be a child. Not caring how he got there, he might even be a fragment of my mind trying to keep me busy, I rushed into his ear and into the back of his head.
I'm back baby!
Yeah...read my fanfic Rambles, makes this make sense. Yeah...please point out any mistakes.