Anyways, where was I? Oh, yeah.
When the (Fantasia?) Lightning Bus warped away to who-knows-where, I was ready to kick a steel pole and punch a punching bag 90 times (believe me, I'm fully competent of that). Suddenly, I heard silent padding behind me. I quickly turned around, and saw a round, smooth, ocean-blue stone fell behind me. I, temporarily stunned, went and picked it up. When I clasped my hand around it, my hand seemed to get colder, then hotter. I saw that words were engraved on it. "THE ONYX OF OZGRALD". I thought, "What kind of sick person would name their child OZGRALD? And who says ONYX anymore? They pretty much only say that now when they're describing that Pokemon, oh, wait, the Pokemon's name is spelled Onix…." I noticed something else. In smaller letters, the words, "PROPERTY OF THE LIGHTNING BUS!" were engraved below THE ONYX OF OZGRALD. I smirked, saying, "Wow… it's property of 'The Lightning Bus', but at the same time, this Ozgrald guy owns it? Wow, just….. WOW." Suddenly, my hand that was holding the stone started to tremble, then sparks flew out of it. Next thing I knew, I stumbled backwards, and fell. The island (thing?) started to fade until I was surrounded in fog. Then, when I stood up again, I fell forwards again, then I wasn't on an island anymore. I was on a large, rectangular stepping stone. It was pretty much the only thing that was near me, because the stepping stone I was standing on was stranded on sea.
I was dazed and confused. I looked behind me (a habit of mine), and saw a speck of land. "That catastrophic island thing," I thought. I looked back at my stone, which still gleamed with green light. A shiver went down my spine for some reason, then I shuddered. The ground started to rumble, then the stone I was holding worked it's… um… "miracles". It knocked me backwards, then when I stood back up, I felt dizzy, but smaller stepping stones started to erupt from the sea, until a perfect pathway was formed. I smiled momentarily, then my face turned into the grimace it was again. I couldn't see where the pathway led to. Maybe it led to a super-ultra-omega-horrible trap. But again, maybe it led to a sweet candyland."Snap to reality, Flapjack Supertooth. You know that the chances of it leading to a candyland are 0. Besides, aren't you heading for TOONTOWN?" I thought. I was angered. There was always that hideous side of me that never took in the fantasy. Bla, bla blah. Always reality. Never thinking about the possibilities. It's creepy how I have 2 sides of me. Well, 3. One is my sarcastic side (which I guess you've heard a lot of), one is my fantasy-like side, and one is mumbo-jumbo talk side (otherwise known as the side I just (kinda?) spoke to). Anyways, getting off topic. I stepped on the first stepping stone (clenching my stone even HARDER now), and it began to sank from my weight. I quickly hopped to the next one, watching the first one sink deep down. It wasn't too long before the second one started to do that, too. I hopped to the next one, and the next one. This sequence repeated for seconds. Minutes. Hours. Finally, the cycle broke.
I took one misstep, and lost balance. I slipped into the sea, and accidentally threw my onyx thing onto the stepping stone I was SUPPOSED to step on. I finally realized it wasn't SEA that I was traveling on. It was tar. I thrashed at the stepping stone, trying to land my hands on top of it. It was no use, though. The tar kept tugging me back in, no matter how hard I tried to fight against it. My mind was cluttered up. Soon enough, the only things of my body that was ABOVE the tar were my flailing arms and my head. Not even THAT fact could stay true forever. I eventually felt the tar rise up to my chin, then 1 inch under my mouth. "Why can't I just die already? It's going to happen sooner or later," I thought, which gave my head a headache, because of its previously-stated cluttered state. But something was keeping me from sinking. I opened my eyes, and saw that my hands had landed on something. They landed on the stepping stone that I previously mentioned I was SUPPOSED to step on. I felt a rush of relief, then tried to tug myself onto it. That was about as hard as trying to LAND my hands on it in the first place. Eventually, the stepping stone tipped over on its side, and the onyx thing flew into the air. My palm collided with it, so I clenched my hand into a fist and grabbed it. The stepping stone sank into the tar.
I did too.
