This is the second chapter of this fanfic. I haven't watched Keroro Gunso in AGES. I barely know anything about Keroro Gunso anymore. If my friend, Mori-kun ever gets to read this, make yourself an account and REVIEW THIS. I NEED TO KNOW YOU'RE ALIVE.
To all the other people who don't know what the fresh hell I'm talking about, enjoy the chapter.
The sun outside was blinded behind large, white clouds. Although it wasn't fairly that cold, it was snowing outside. Many people around the surrounding neighborhoods had children playing outside in the snow, and several houses had frozen slush thrown at the windows.
One house wasn't so lucky to have slush thrown at one of their windows.
In one house, there was the most awkward situation you would ever see, unless you've met aliens. No, inside this one apartment complex there was a largely spaced home with a room containing talking frogs and a girl. Their parents were not home.
However, if you were to see a talking frog anywhere else but Japan, you'd go insane. Actually, there are actually frogs in Japan and some parts of the world where they are trained to talk like humans can. But these frogs can speak whilst understanding what they are saying.
Inside the little room were two frogs that had puffed up faces and were making quite the show of themselves. The girl, whose name was Natsumi, had retreated from the room and had hidden in the bathroom to avoid the sight of the mess. Wise girl, she was.
The frogs that were in the room were choking and panicking. One was trapped underneath a flash flood of trash from a closet, and he seemed to be taking it the worst. Another frog that was blue in color was stuck near the window, blowing out air and sucking it back in with a sick-sounding motion, imitating a vacuum. Obviously these frogs needed serious help, maybe medical- No, SERIOUS MEDICAL HELP.
The bluish one at the window was Tamama, and he was shouting out of the window calling for help. It echoed outside back and forth several times, and nobody responded. The only sound that was heard in that room were the frogs' panic and children outside running back home, afraid to their death. Tamama would have made all of the people in Japan deaf, including the animals and the talking frogs that resided there.
"Help! Help! Allergy is severe!" Tamama screeched and banged the pane of the window where he was stuck at. The left flap of his head was stuck on one of the hooks on the window's pane. "Tatsuke kudasai!"
Unlike other talking frogs, these frogs were bilingual and could speak both English and Japanese, for they lived in Japan. We're not exactly sure how they got the ability to speak English so well.
Tamama screamed for help millions of times, but help never came. Maybe nobody heard him calling out for assistance, or that they were ignoring him. You could easily mistaken Tamama's voice for a little girl's voice calling for some help. Surely somebody would have come by now.
Keroro wasn't really asking for any help even though he needed some medical attention more severely than Tamama did. Keroro was the green, puffed faced frog (that looked like he was self-frying himself) lying in the center of the floor, once covered with so much trash you wouldn't even notice him there. The only thing that's so obvious was his allergy spasm. He kept thrashing his head around and around until the trash that once buried him was scattered all over the room, and was nowhere near Keroro anymore. He'd be a great metal headbanger, come to think of it.
If you were nice, you would notice them and call the paramedics to come and help, but some people in the world aren't nice enough and just wait around to see what happens next. (SHAME ON YOU.)
In fact, some people are so unkind and careless that they would throw cold, icy slush at other victim's faces in windows while they were suffering.
A young boy with his little sister carrying a snow sled and a package walked past by, and the mischievous older brother packed a ball of icy snow and aimed it at a random window. Preferably the closest and most appealing one in view. He blew his hair to where they didn't cover his eyes, and threw the ball at the window where Tamama was, but he didn't know until it was too late.
"Ai ya!" Tamama yelled at the top of his little lungs as he took a ball of frozen materials square in the middle of his face. Dirt, ice, and shredded grass plastered all over his face as the cold sphere exploded in a million pieces. A few chunks flew into his eyes and mouth, making him go completely insane and raged with pain.
Imagine that you are suffering a near-deadly allergy spasm and you can not breathe, and you are trapped because you can not move. Your lungs puff up and your heart leaps up into your throat, and your muscles feel tense and sore. Regretting that hot dog you ate earlier, your stomach churns and twists and gives you a very uneasy feeling. You would vomit if you could, but you can't.
Just as you try screaming for help, the opposite event comes. A boy walks by and throws a fair sized snowrock at your head and possibly breaks your face.
Lovely, isn't it?
The boy outside saw what he had hit and his jaw dropped in surprise. He grabbed his sister by the arm and ran away, shouting things that were not understandable, and pretending nothing ever happened.
Tamama spat like a sick cat, trying to get all the debris and ice from his mouth. In the process, he fell backwards and hit a flowerpot standing on the windowsill, knocking it over and caused it to spill all of it's contents onto the floor, where the electric outlet was. And you know what happens when soil from a flowerpot has contact with an indoor electric outlet.
Whoever constructed their apartment building and put an electric outlet directly beneath the windowsill was an idiot. If you know someone who builds houses and usually is in charge of placing electric outlets, tell them to put the outlets very very close to a sink or near somewhere that dispenses water. I'm sure they will get some kind of promotion (or get fired) to change their position in their job.
The moist dirt squished underneath Tamama's stubby feet and fell into the sockets of the outlet.
Water and electricity do not mix very well, and if they did you would need to evacuate the world to keep safe. Otherwise, take shelter in a nuclear bombing protected building.
It was a very watery pot with a lot of moist soil. Anyone who knew something about plants was that they don't grow very well in cold weather. Natsumi, the pink haired girl, probably didn't know anything about flowers. She left an over-watered plant in a pot too small and lopsided to stand, and she left it near a cold window with an electric outlet below.
The worst part was, she didn't even have a seed growing in the container. It was a broken piece of macaroni buried underneath a 10 centimeter-thick layer of dirt.
Only Natsumi would ever think a piece of macaroni could grow into a flower. Yeah, wait until spring and a beautiful macaroni flower will bloom. Pfft.
Tamama fell on his back and pleaded for all the pain to just go away, and he wished that his horrible lunch would stay calm in his stomach. He thrashed his foot around and sent some wet dirt into the outlet, causing the two unfriendly elements to mix.
-SHKK...
The lights went out immediately. The whole entire room was dark. Power is out, folks. Get the candles and the light-up teddy bears.
Way to go, Tamama.
Sparks from the outlet flew into the air and fell onto the floor, and touched some stray papers.
Oh, you know what happens next.
The papers burst into a flame, then a fire. Smoke rose into the air and made the frogs suffer even worse. Keroro screamed in horror as a flaming shred of paper inched closer and closer to him, making this moment the most uncomfortable situation ever. He rolled onto his side to try and get away, but he slipped past a floating sheet of flaming paper that touched his face and cut his eye. Not cut, like serious bleeding type of cut, but like the kind that would be an equivalent of a paper cut, only on your eye.
Keroro's face turned into a sourly frustrated expression and he yelped. "Aiya! My eye!"
A sick squelching noise came from Keroro. God knows what's happening to him...
Natsumi stayed occupied in the bathroom, trying to ignore everything and call someone on her phone. "Okay, Natsumi," She started to speak to herself. "Nothing ever happened today. I went shopping with my friends, Keroro and Tamama never suffered a spasm in my room, and I'm not in the bathroom trying to ignore the problem. Yes, that's my day."
She laughed nervously and snaked her new phone from her purse pocket, which she still had on since she didn't take it off and put it in her room. Flipped the lid open, she decided to dial a random number and see what conversation she would reach to help her forget about the problem. A bright light from the screen was the only source of light in the bathroom, since the power went out. Thousands of numbers seared on a list of contacts that Natsumi had on her phone, and she decided to pick a random one.
She clicked a button and that number began to dial. The dial tone filled the silent room, besides Natsumi's nervous giggling and the tapping of her foot. It rang several times, but nobody picked up. "Come on, pick up... I'm bored to death here!" Natsumi dialed a number where she didn't know who would pick up on the other end, and here she was begging for them to pick up.
Who knows who she could of have called? Her math teacher? The sushi take-out guy? Or maybe...
Keroro and Tamama?
Back in the other room, Keroro and Tamama were still suffering to their deaths. Keroro, on the floor making a sickening sound which nobody knew what, and a paper cut on his poor eye. Tamama was free from the window now, but the bug repellent from earlier was still getting to him. Wet dirt was stuck on his back and he was trying fiercely to scrape it off, but it's hard to scrape something off your back when you can't see or reach it.
He stumbled back and forth accross the room, itching and rubbing his back against every wall in the room. Tamama didn't like wet dirt very much, especially when it was touching him. A bad experience a few years ago lead to his fear of wet dirt, known as mud.
Tamama wanted to get the dirt off right now, whatever it took! In fact, he was crazy enough to go to the last resort...
...Flaming paper.
Now, if everything was normal (to Natsumi, it is), you would go ask someone to get some dirt off your back. Big deal! But when your face if puffed up and you can't see, and you're having a medical problem with the power out and you can't ask anyone to help, you resort to burning the dirt off with fire!
That's the story you're about to witness.
Tamama stumbled towards the burning papers and tried to walk over Keroro, since he was in the way. Keroro turned fat-bellied and was a heap in the middle of the room.
He screamed at Tamama, signaling him to get away, but the blue frog didn't see him.
All of a sudden a phone rang in the middle of the room, pretty close to where Keroro was. One that was decorated with pink flower stickers and had a feather key chain glued to it. A cheap phone skin was ripped and had a blinking light shining underneath it.
But who cared about what the phone looked like? What was important was how the phone sounded...
...And how the frogs reacted to it.
The phone was like a death metal music box, along with the heart-stopping noise and the jumpy vibration of the phone. It buzzed like a shaver dropped on the floor, but with hardcore metal music blaring out from it.
You would just die in fright right there. I mean, come on! When was the last time you've seen an extremely girly phone and it suddenly just died along with you with a loud ring tone? Looks can deceive.
To you, a phone blaring death metal would be funny, but not in this situation. No, not in a room with suffocating frogs that are on the brink of their deaths.
Tamama and Keroro bulged their eyes as soon as the phone blared the deafening music, and the blue frog felt his muscles tense. Keroro flapped his arms around violently, trying to defend himself.
Flailing your arms around is not a successful method in getting rid of a loud ring tone. You either answer it, or take the battery out, or eat it. Although, setting it on fire doesn't sound so bad in this situation. Natsumi wouldn't miss a phone or two being burned, right? She's got thousands of them. Surely she wouldn't miss one or two being gone.
Keroro's left hand swung in front of Tamama's feet and swept him off the ground, making him trip. He landed face-first into a pile of trash and hit the ringing phone with his blue foot. Tamama screamed as his swollen face made contact with the dirty trash, and Keroro made some sort of gurgling sound.
The ringing of the phone stopped. They were on the line.
"H-hello?"
Natsumi was on the other end, her eyes wide in horror and her legs wobbling. Someone had picked up on the other end, and she wasn't expecting to hear what she had heard.
A series of high-pitched yelling and a constant breathing rattled the phone in Natsumi's palm. She would have dropped it or thrown it on the ground, but she was too horrified to do anything. Tamama and Keroro had supposedly answered the phone and were having one heck of a broken conversation with Natsumi.
Out of all the people on her contacts, she had to have been so unlucky as to be calling Tamama and Keroro, and even more unlucky that they were having an allergy reaction while Natsumi was contacting them. Maybe it isn't the BEST idea to randomly call someone on the phone while you're not in the mood for "surprise responders".
Locked in the bathroom without the lights on, she couldn't find the lock to the door since it was too dark to see. She threw the phone at the wall, attempting to make it shut up but it did not work. The phone didn't shatter, and only left a small dent in the wall. It fell to the floor with a quiet thud, and the frogs screaming messages for help rang in the bathroom. The caller ID read "Natsumi333".
She stepped closer and saw a photo of herself that she took several years ago; probably before she started high school. Was she calling herself?
"That's not possible... Is it? I mean..." She had her eyes wide open, but she couldn't see very much, and she didn't want to. "...Keroro and Tamama are speaking. Surely they-"
Suddenly, Natsumi fumed and her face turned red. "They were trying to read my text message diary!"
She stomped over to the phone she just threw at the wall in attempt to destroy it and picked it up, then shoved it into her skirt (she didn't feel like looking at the pockets, so supposedly the phone was stored somewhere else...) and felt the door, looking for the lock to open. After living in this house for a million years she didn't know where in the world the bathroom lock was. Probably because she never used the lock. In fact, she never closed the door completely shut unless she was changing clothes. Natsumi never noticed the frogs taking a peek through the slit through the door at her boobs. Usually it was Dororo that would stay timelessly at the door, staring until Natsumi would open the door and just walk right past him. The frogs were very short, so it was hard to notice them.
She felt all over the top part of the door, then the left, and the bottom, then the right. Where the heck was the door lock, let alone the door knob? There was a knob on this door, there had to be.
"Come on... Door lock! Where the absolute hell are you?"
Sooner or later, she'd find it, right? If she didn't, I don't know how in the world she'd ever get out.
...Unless of course, she destroys the door.
Pfft. Might as well forget about that idea. If she can't even wreck a simple little phone, how could be possibly destroy a door that's a million times more harder than a phone?
Well, of Natsumi had a little more common sense she'd just calm down (very impossible, actually) and quit the call, then phone somebody else, but nooooo. Stuff it somewhere in your skirt and panic while trying to get out of a closed bathroom.
Mr. Narrator would be the best of help narrating all of this, but he's on vacation.
Natsumi started to sweat, banging her arms on the bathroom door. "Open, you stupid square!" Her words echoed throughout the hallway outside.
That actually is a stupid square. To be more precise, it's a rectangle. If you can hear someone screaming from the other side of the door, then it doesn't provide Tamama with much privacy, if you catch my drift.
With every punch to the door, her perfectly manicured nails chipped. About 15 more times she banged on the door until she noticed that her nails were looking like the dinner Keroro cooked a while ago; pink, bruised, and terribly ugly.
She lost it right there.
Without hesitating, she screamed out so loudly you could hear her from the other side of the world.; and that's only behind the door. "GOD DARN DOOR! Do you know how much money this manicure cost me?" Breathing as if she was a mad bull, she ran stepped back a few metres, then clenched her ruined-manicured fists.
Natsumi ran towards the door, yelling. "7,500 YEN, THAT'S HOW MUCH! And I bet it's going to take more than that to FIX YOU!" She jumped and kicked the door, and it shattered into a million pieces.
For a moment, Natsumi was confused. How could the door shatter? It was solid, wasn't it?
A split-second later she landed in a bathtub, filled with broken glass.
Feels nice, hmm Natsumi?
She froze, then realized she broke the wrong door. Instead of the door to get out of the bathroom, she broke the shower door. No wonder she couldn't find a lock.
Her heart was pounding loudly, and that was the only sound she heard until she heard someone.
"Natsumi! Keroro! I'm hooooome!"
Girl, you are SO screwed.
End of chapter 2.
Well, how 'bout them apples? I couldn't think of anything good to write for this chapter. Gah, why did I even start a fanfic of Keroro Gunso if I don't know ANYTHING about it?
Mori-kun. I'm feeling my entire brain melting. Please hurry and review so I know you're alive.
I don't know what to write about in chapter 3. Let's hope it's a good chapter.
Ah, and if you haven't noticed I added a cover image for this fanfic. Hurrrrr :U
