A tired, drawn out groan escaped my mouth as I trudged into my room. "Ugh. Bloody Pre-Cal. And just when am I ever gonna need to find the possible zeros of a polynomial function?" I grumbled, locking the door. I bitterly answered my own question. "Never!" Making an inhuman and stressed groan I flopped face first on my bed. I grabbed the pillow, pressed my face into it, and screamed at the top of my lungs.
After I ran out of air, I came back up for air. "Ok!" I said with forced cheerfulness as I grabbed my computer and shifted around so my back was braced against the headboard. "Let us see he-a."
I opened it and typed in the usual passcode. Once desktop came up I opened Microsoft Word. Waiting and watching the dots, I absentmindedly turned on the TV "Time to work on that story," I said as I went through my files until I found the one I was looking for. "Ah ha! There it be. Tintin." I clicked on it and looked between the sub files. "Hmmm… True Colors or The Black Crab?" I mused, scratching my head.
With a shrug, I opened True Colors. Looking at all the documents, I went down to chapter 14 and opened it. I started typing where I had left off before a strange beeping noise came from my TV.
Narrowing my eyes, I slowly turned to glare at the thing. As usual, The Adventures of Tintin: Secret of the Unicorn was playing. I always kept it in for background noise. But it seemed to have frozen. Tintin was leaning out of the porthole with the makeshift grappling hook he had made with rope and planks.
I grabbed my remote and tried unpausing it. No such luck. It stayed frozen.
Another groan, this one agitated, left my mouth as I set the computer beside me. "Knew I should have put in Kids Next Door, damn it."
I swung my legs around and planted my feet on the floor. Grunting as I pushed myself out of my bed, I then stalked stiff legged over to the TV. I glared at it, then gave it a small hit to the side.
A whirring sound was my answer.
Before I could let out a cuss word, a blinding white flash followed by a loud clamp of what sounded like thunder filled my room.
I screamed and tried to recoil in shock, but I suddenly felt myself being sucked forward.
I quickly grabbed the sides of the TV and tried to push away. "Hell nah! I… will… not… be… sucked… in!" I yelled, grunting with the effort. I refused to become like those girls in those fanfictions who were sucked into their favorite movie, show, book, game, ect. I would not.
Regretfully, the TV had other ideas. Another crack of thunder sounded, and it all went black.
Yes, this prologue is short. No, I do not care.
After getting a loverly idea from a doodle I did of myself being chased my an angry Allan and out-of-breath Tom while holding a crab tin above my head, I decided to write this. Because why not?
Do y'all think I should continue this? I have about 5 other stories I am working on (two of them unrelated Tintin stories with just the Karaboudjan folks), so depending on how many like this I may or may not continue. This story will take me (literally me) through the movie.
Hilarity shall ensue.
