Author'a Note: Back with another chapter! I hope you enjoy it:)
"What?" Trent's teacher said.
Trent turned to her slowly. "What do you not understand? I NEED TO MAKE A LOVE NONAGON!"
The teacher sighed. "Trent, I've read a lot of books. There is no such thing as a-"
"SILENCE WOMAN!"" he roared. "OR I WILL HAVE THE NINE GOD THROW YOU INTO THE FIRE!"
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. You also can't light fires in a library. Even to burn that particular book."
"ENOUGH!" Trent squealed. "I'm on a tight schedule; I kinda need to go make nine people fall in love with me!"
"But you're crazy. No one's going to want to be in your nonagon or whatever you call it."
He smirked evilly. "That's where you're wrong."
Trent picked up a flaming torch from the fire and left the library.
"Hey lady!" he called on the way out.
"What, Trent?"
"Wanna be in my love nonagon?"
"Are you crazy- wait yes you are. No way!"
"I was afraid you might say that," he said, spinning around and hurling the torch at her, which she barely dodged.
He picked up another torch and walked out, whistling a handwritten song called Nineninenineninenineninenineninenine, to the tune of the creepy lullaby about giving babies weird and unrelated objects. Except instead of mockingbirds, the baby got nines. He didn't know why it hadn't gotten #9 on the Top 100 yet. He had written the radio company nine letters about it, but they answered zero times.
Once he left the library, he stopped into a burger shop. "Gimme nine burgers."
"Boy, why don't you use your manners?" said the chef behind the counter.
"Oh, and you better add nine more for Nine."
"What- nine what?" The chef said, confused.
"Nine! My date!" Trent said happily.
"So you're buying nine burgers for a number."
"Yep!"
The chef shook his head.
"You crazy. All that nine talk- wait, aren't you that guitar playing nine freak from Total Drama?"
"Total Drama was my past. Nine is my future," Trent said seriously.
"You've gone off the deep end. It's me! Chef Hatchet?"
Trent laughed. "Oh, Chef Hatchet! I remember you!"
"Remember my delicious food?" Chef said hopefully.
"No, it can't be that!" Trent said in deep frustration. "Oh, I remember! When we had that off camera eating contest, you made me eat eight hot dogs instead of nine! For that terrible crime, you must die!"
He charged at Chef with his still flaming torch and prepared to throw when he stopped short. "Hey Chef, wanna be in my love nonagon?"
"What?"
"A love nonagon! Like one of those vampire love triangles, but with nine sides!"
"Will you remove that torch from my face?"
"If you join."
Chef hesitated. He really didn't want to join the psychopath's nine cult, but on the other hand, there was a flaming torch in his face.
"I'll be in your stupid nonagon!"
"Fantastic," Trent said. "Now give me your cooking knife."
"Excuse me?"
"I still need seven more people for my nonagon, silly! And I'll just stab them if they say no!"
Chef handed over the knife. It was better than being brained with a flaming torch. "Great! Now let's go!"
The pair walked around town, moving approximately a foot per minute because of Trent's desire to stop on every sidewalk square and stomp on it nine times. This earned him many stares, including a stare from a blue haired girl in a My Little Pony shop.
"Trent?" she said.
"Nine?" he replied hopefully.
Author's note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! The story will get crazier as it progresses. Reviews make my day, so please take a second to tell me what you think! Thank you!
