The Squall Chronicles
Part two
*flash *
Squall found himself standing in a dark room. He gripped his neck to see if it was still there. "Whew..." he said, sighing in relief. "Close Call!"
He looked around. "Where am I?" He asked.
Suddenly a box with holes in the surface of it appeared out of thin air. "Hey," Squall said. This looks like that Whack-a-Mole game..." He pressed a small red corner in the surface of the box. Loud music and tiny lights came on. "Let's play Whack-a-Zell!" the game said in a very high pitched voice.
"Whack-a-What?" Squall asked in confusion.
"Whack-a-Zell!" the game repeated.
Suddenly a Chibi Zell popped out of one of the holes. "That's right you arse," the little Chibi-Zell said. "You gotta whack me to win the game!"
"...whatever..."
"Aww...cmon Squally wally! Don't be shy!" the Chibi-Zell taunted.
"You're gonna get it!" Squall said. He grabbed a squeaky mallet that had just appeared out of thin air and slammed it over the hole that the Chibi-Zell was just in.
"Ha Ha!" Chibi-Zell Said while popping up in another hole. "Catch me if you can you arse!"
"Zell, you're not Austrailian! Get over it!" Squall yelled as he brought the squeaky mallet over the Chibi-Zell again, in his attempt to turn him into smush. But once again, his reflexes failed him.
"You're a slow arse aren't ya, old chap?" Chibi-Zell chided, his words and accent slightly seeming to turn English.
"I'm not an arse, and you're not English Either!" Squall yelled with rage as he brought the mallet down again.
"Get a grip!" Chibi-Zell said.
"Get a life!" Squall said, bringing down the mallet again, but failing as always. Squall felt the anger build inside him.
"You really are an arse, aren't ya?" Chibi-Zell said, giggling.
"I am not an arse," Squall managed to say politely, despite the anger and rage inside him.
"Arse..."Chibi-Zell said.
"Shutup!" Squall said, managing to keep his voice down, and only a slight bit sharper than before.
Arse arse arse arse arse arse arse arse! Chibi-Zell said and continued chanting.
He closed his eyes and and chanted as if he were casting a spell on Squall literally trying to turn him into an arse.
Squall gripped his head feeling a migraine coming on. He glanced over at Chibi-Zell... and saw and opportunity.
Chibi-Zell had his eyes closed. Squall silently picked up the squeaky mallet, raised it over his head, then...
SQUEEEEEEAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
Chibi-Zell was smush.
"Game...Over..." Chibi-Zell said, before actually dying.
What will happen to our game playa next? Find out on Part Three!
Part two
*flash *
Squall found himself standing in a dark room. He gripped his neck to see if it was still there. "Whew..." he said, sighing in relief. "Close Call!"
He looked around. "Where am I?" He asked.
Suddenly a box with holes in the surface of it appeared out of thin air. "Hey," Squall said. This looks like that Whack-a-Mole game..." He pressed a small red corner in the surface of the box. Loud music and tiny lights came on. "Let's play Whack-a-Zell!" the game said in a very high pitched voice.
"Whack-a-What?" Squall asked in confusion.
"Whack-a-Zell!" the game repeated.
Suddenly a Chibi Zell popped out of one of the holes. "That's right you arse," the little Chibi-Zell said. "You gotta whack me to win the game!"
"...whatever..."
"Aww...cmon Squally wally! Don't be shy!" the Chibi-Zell taunted.
"You're gonna get it!" Squall said. He grabbed a squeaky mallet that had just appeared out of thin air and slammed it over the hole that the Chibi-Zell was just in.
"Ha Ha!" Chibi-Zell Said while popping up in another hole. "Catch me if you can you arse!"
"Zell, you're not Austrailian! Get over it!" Squall yelled as he brought the squeaky mallet over the Chibi-Zell again, in his attempt to turn him into smush. But once again, his reflexes failed him.
"You're a slow arse aren't ya, old chap?" Chibi-Zell chided, his words and accent slightly seeming to turn English.
"I'm not an arse, and you're not English Either!" Squall yelled with rage as he brought the mallet down again.
"Get a grip!" Chibi-Zell said.
"Get a life!" Squall said, bringing down the mallet again, but failing as always. Squall felt the anger build inside him.
"You really are an arse, aren't ya?" Chibi-Zell said, giggling.
"I am not an arse," Squall managed to say politely, despite the anger and rage inside him.
"Arse..."Chibi-Zell said.
"Shutup!" Squall said, managing to keep his voice down, and only a slight bit sharper than before.
Arse arse arse arse arse arse arse arse! Chibi-Zell said and continued chanting.
He closed his eyes and and chanted as if he were casting a spell on Squall literally trying to turn him into an arse.
Squall gripped his head feeling a migraine coming on. He glanced over at Chibi-Zell... and saw and opportunity.
Chibi-Zell had his eyes closed. Squall silently picked up the squeaky mallet, raised it over his head, then...
SQUEEEEEEAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
Chibi-Zell was smush.
"Game...Over..." Chibi-Zell said, before actually dying.
What will happen to our game playa next? Find out on Part Three!