NOTE!!!! This is rated T for minor violence. And major weirdness. XD (just kidding! Don't get me wrong, its still weird.)
1They were in a huge empty room, with nothing to do. Nothing? Zak stared at the dog, waiting for it to explode into a million little pieces. The dog stared back, anticipating what violent event shall happen next. Hmm... How about a drunk chef with 5 arms chopping up the boy into human sushi. Yummy! Yes, yes that is what will happen.
Suddenly, the dog started talking. " Oh, I'M SICK OF THIS! I'm just gonna leave!" Then the dog grew wings and floated through the wall. The floor Zak was sitting on fell apart and he fell into darkness. He tried to yell for help, but first of all, no one was around. And second of all, when he tried, nothing would come out. He thrashed around hoping to find a wall or something to grab onto.
Then, he felt dizzy and didn't feel like he was falling anymore. In fact, he was safe in his own bed. The lights were on, but they were dimmed. Otherwise, everything was normal. Then, he heard a voice. A girl's voice. "Are you alright, honey?"
Zak cringed. OMG it's Wadi!!!! He turned slowly to see Wadi looking dreamily at him. Laying on the bed right next to him. Staring at him. Oh. My. God.
Zak screamed and closed his eyes. He somehow teleported to someone's birthday party. Here, he sitting on a chair and was wearing a beautiful white dress. A lady was giving him a pedicure and put glass slippers on his feet. Zak was confused yet again. "Uh, excuse me I need to go." he said then got up and ran out the door. A young lady stood on the candle lit porch. Dawn from pokemon?
"Samantha, come back!" she called.
Zak stopped at a park bench. He sat down. It was super dark out. The huge clock struck 12:00 midnight. Zak looked at the clock and stood up. His left foot felt bare and muddy. He immediately glanced down. One of the glass slippers was gone. "Now what does this remind me of?" he said to himself.
Dawn scanned the trees for the runaway guest. Then, something glittered on the stairs. It was a glass slipper. She picked it up and put it on. It fit perfectly. She thought a moment and crossed her eyes. "I ran away?"
Zak walked through mud and rain. His dress was soaked with water. He felt like a creme puff with that dress on. So, he easily tore a huge part of the skirt. Now, it wasn't puffy. But it did look like a mini skirt. Great.
Near by, he saw flashing lights. He came closer and he heard music. Soon the music was very loud. He moved the branches aside to reveal a one story building. There were few windows. Zak caught glimpses of people dancing inside. It's a club. Something hit him on the head. It was a capsule. Zak poked at it and his dress poofed into his regular clothes. And they were dry. Zak stood by the door. He thought, I've always wanted to see a club... He smirked. And here is my chance.
He opened the door. He was overwhelmed by the bright lights and loud music. He could feel the vibration of the music through out his entire body. When his eyes adjusted, he saw dancing cryptids instead of people. Blue Tigers, Thunderbirds, Chubacabras, just about any cryptid you can think of. But they were all standing upright. The music stopped and all the cryptids stared at the 11 year old human boy.
Zak looked left and right. Everyone was looking at him. "Uh, yeah..." he nervously said, then raised an arm and jumped, "lets get this party started!"
His smile faded away when the cryptids didn't do anything. "Okay, sorry people. I didn't mean to upset everyone..."
The cryptids did not enjoy human visitors. They all attacked. Zak turned around and ran for the door but a Black panther caught his foot and tripped him. Zak yelped when he hit the floor. "Gaaahhh!! Help me!!" He reached for the claw but it wasn't there.
He stretched his hand at the cryptid and closed his eyes. His eyes glowed a vivid orange. The black panther had to reaction and bit his leg. The pain was sharp and stung like crazy. This made Zak yell even more. Never had cryptids been so hard to control or harsh. The cryptid didn't react. And, it felt... nothing. No positive feelings.
Cryptids started dog piling on him and beating him. Zak kicked and punched and even took out a few cryptids. But he was no match for them. The last thing Zak saw was cracked bottle and then a black haze filling his head.
"Greetings and Bienvenue. Mwahahaha! Poor Zak Saturday is violently executed. Oh but don't worry. He is in safe hands. And, the young boy has five more chances. That is, because of my new technology..."
Okay, I was just feeling like writing a dumb fanfic (that isn't finished!) today. For you guys that are kinda worried, I'm still doing my other stories. Happy 4th of July people!!!! XD