Woohoo! Chapter 3! I just wanna say to quench some confusion that this can party can be imagined to happen in their "auditorium." Up until a few hours before releasing chapters 1 and 2, I had planned for this party to be hosted by Poet at his house. I then ran into a brick wall based on the setting as I started to write chapter 5, so I changed the location of the party last second to the mess hall.
Therefore there are some errors in previous chapters regarding this, I am sorry. I really didn't want to delay chapters 1-2 any longer. I have also made small edits to chapter 2, nothing big. Nothing that'll affect future chapters; just me trying to make chapter 2 feel a bit smoother and a little less cringy.
Ellie.O Nef chapter 2 . Oct 30
Uh-oh smurfberry jam as blood, I hope Jokey is not thinking about pulling a Carrie on poor Poet xD (sorry, had a horror movie marathon last night and now I can't stop with the references). I wanna know what'll happen to Loser and Jokey
And here's a disclaimer: The Smurfs, Gargamel, and Azrael belong to Peyo. Hope you enjoy reading chapter 3! And by the way, that review actually caused me to do a small edit to chapter 4 (not quite what you had in mind though).
By the time the smurfs made it home, it was nearly dinner time. Hefty was waiting for them by Jokey's mushroom, trying to not attract attention. Most of the smurfs were on the other side of the village, doing chores or attending the weekly soccer game. When they got there, they noticed a bit of soot on Hefty's clothes that didn't wash off. And that Hefty was glaring at Jokey.
"How did you like my doorway surprise?" Jokey asked before breaking out into a fit of laughter. Hefty looked just about ready to pummel Jokey when he gave a smirk, and said "You'll pay for this later Jokey, but for now we still have to work together to get this thing working. What's the plan, Jokey? What're we building?"
Jokey whispered in Hefty's ear, obviously discussing his plan. Halfway through, both of them cracked up. This, however, was too much for Brainy.
"What're you saying? Come on, you can tell me!" Brainy demanded. The smurf could really be a pain sometimes; but Hefty and Jokey didn't mind too much. Jokey then motioned everybody to huddle and whispered the plan, causing them to also laugh. This was gonna be too good.
Just as they were about to begin their work, the dinner bell rang. "Come and get it smurfs! Sarsaparilla stew with spooky halloween cookies tonight!" Greedy smurf called from inside the dining hall. The soccer game stopped, and everybody left for dinner.
"Alright, let's hide this stuff behind the meeting hall. That way, we'll be ready after everyone leaves." Jokey said, picking up a few boards.
As the smurfs ate dinner, a few smurfs glanced at Jokey's group for a while. It was unusual for Jokey to talk to so many people at dinner time, as Jokey was more intent on delivering "gifts" than making friends.
Meanwhile, Brainy was going on and on about a new invention he was working on. Hefty, bored, noticed Loser, who was sitting a few tables away. He looked completely starved of entertainment, like himself, and he could tell from body gestures that Poet was reciting some of his hundreds of odes.
"And so, you see, when my invention is comple-" Brainy continued
"Sorry to interrupt you, Brainy, but we have a problem. What if Loser sells us out to avoid having to listen to any more of Poet's odes? He's done it before." Hefty warned.
The smurfs remembered how unreliable Loser was. You ask him to hold a bucket of water, he drops it nearly every time. You ask him to chop down trees, he usually comes close to crushing a nearby building or smurf. You ask him to hammer in some nails, they never go in properly. You gave him the ball during Soccer, the other team got it every time. Anything he did or touched ended unwell, and this situation would probably be no different.
"I vote Brainy ta take Loser's place!" Gutsy declared, raising his hand. Everybody else did the same, except Brainy himself.
"What? Why me?" Brainy questioned, offended. What had he done wrong?
"Well, um, obviously because you'd be most suited for it lad." Gutsy nervously replied.
Brainy looked hurt, and Hefty knew he'd have to say something. "Come on Brainy, we all know you're probably the only one here who likes poetry... The least likely to throw in the towel and tell Poet what's really going on."
"Yeah… That's why I'm voting for you too. Good luck." Jokey chimed in.
"Well… um… okay then." Brainy stammered. He knew the others weren't completely telling the truth, but he decided not to press the matter further (for once). He then left silently, as he was told to, and took Loser's spot.
As soon as Loser realized what was happening, he immediately got up, and while Poet seemed to insist on him staying, Loser turned away and never looked back.
"Thank you so much. I wasn't sure how much longer that'd last." Loser sighed, relieved.
"No problem. So, here's the plan Loser." Jokey then whispered the plan to Loser, who got a devious smile on his face. This really would smurf after all. Loser had wondered if keeping with the plan would be worth it, and it sure would be.
"Hey guys, I was wondering…" Scaredy started, before pausing.
"Yeah?" Hefty asked
"Do we have to bring Paranoid along? He really frightens me. I've seen him, watching me, from his shutters and it's really unnerving." The smurf asked, looking tense as ever.
"Oh come on, Scaredy, Paranoid is completely harmless!" Jokey said. "He's kind of like you."
Hefty was surprised. He thought Scaredy and Paranoid would've gotten along really well. "Scaredy, Paranoid is just paranoid of, I don't know, monsters attacking our village or something. That's why he doesn't come out much. He's probably more afraid of you than you are of him."
Looking just as anxious as before, Scaredy gave an "ok" before resuming eating his sarsaparilla stew. Scaredy was different than Paranoid; Paranoid took way more action than Scaredy to keep himself safe, and Paranoid was less fearful and even a bit rude, especially to Smurfette. He still didn't trust her even though she'd been living in the village for quite some time.
The rest of dinner passed fairly quickly; especially when Greedy announced it was time for dessert. The cookies were all gone in five minutes.
"Don't be greedy smurfs! There's plenty for everyone!" Greedy called, as the platter of cookies he made was torn apart by the coming mob. They had been too busy taking cookies to even notice him talking.
After dinner, the smurfs began their plan. Gutsy had managed to coax Paranoid to help them, in exchange for more rations to put in Paranoid's survival bunker (of course he has a bunker, what paranoid smurf wouldn't)?
"So, Paranoid, using this rope system, it'll make it look like I'm flying! And my costume is just perfect for the job!" Jokey exclaimed. He had planned to be a Smurfpire this halloween; he always chose to dress up as a monster every halloween, much to Scaredy's dismay.
"You're a genius, lad. I had no idea you'd be scaring everyone else too! You'd really make a good partner ta Handy."
Ignoring him, Jokey continued. He'd never give up his passion of jokes to work with Handy; that'd be the least fun job ever!
"That seems extremely dangerous, hanging like that. I hope I don't have such an unsafe role. But what're the smurfberries for?" Paranoid questioned.
"Well, it's fake blood of course! Extra runny too."
"Ahhh, I see." Paranoid replied. "Gutsy's right; you would make a good partner to Handy. You're truly the creative thinker."
"So, Loser, Brainy and me are just gonna scare them right? Then when they realize there's no way out, stage 2 starts, right?" Scaredy nervously asked, as if they would be furious with him if he got it wrong.
"Yup, then stage 2 starts. This is gonna rock." Hefty smirked, thinking about his part to play.
"Hmm" Hefty thought for a second. "Can we invite Smurfette to be part of stage 2?"
"Now why would you wanna do that, Hefty?" Paranoid asked, putting emphasis on Hefty's name. Most of the smurfs didn't understand romantic love; except Hefty, who had accidently stumbled upon it.
"Well, why wouldn't I want to invite Smurfette?" Hefty asked threateningly, hiding his feelings. He didn't think they'd understand his feelings for Smurfette; he didn't understand them himself. He had no guiders to tell him if he was doing anything wrong with it
Paranoid saw that Hefty was hiding something, so he automatically assumed the worst. That Hefty wanted to work with her to help her destroy the smurfs. A ridiculous notion, but only the latter wasn't true.
"I won't have it, Hefty. And to be frank, I'm going back home as soon as I get those rations from Gutsy." Paranoid announced, completely overthinking Hefty's situation with Smurfette.
"Okay, fine, Smurfette won't come. It doesn't matter!" Hefty shouted, annoyed. The latter, as before, wasn't true.
"What just happened? Everyone was getting along just fine five minutes ago!" Loser said, shocked at the sudden outburst.
"What is going on here?" The smurfs turned to see Papa Smurf coming over, looking a little angry. Papa Smurf was the smurf's leader, who sported a red cap and trousers. "Are you going to answer me, my smurfs?"
"Well, uh, you see Papa…" Jokey began, kicking a hammer behind his feet. "We were going to help put up decorations! It's a surprise."
Papa smurf was very suspicious. But before he could press the matter further, Harmony smurf sounded the alarm with his trumpet. Although it was horribly off-tune, it made for a good alarm.
Looking up, Papa Smurf saw the danger. "Oh no! Some smurf's house is on fire!" Papa smurf called, before running over. The poor smurf… all of his possessions are going to be ruined if we can't get there in time Papa thought to himself. Papa remembered when he was young Smurf, he managed to burn his mushroom down cooking a spell when he first started his practice of magic. It took a long time before his new mushroom felt like home again.
"Ok, me and the smurfs that are part of stage 1 can finish the work. You guys go help stop the fire!" Jokey called, thinking fast.
"Alright, whatever you say." Hefty called, before running after Papa Smurf.
That fire would be the least of their worries tonight; as Gargamel sat in his chair in front of the fireplace, he sensed a great evil was coming tonight, and cackled.
And chapter 3 is over! A lot of premonition to "a bunch of stuff is about to go down," eh? Three chapters in a row, it ends with Gargamel laughing. Well, in any case, reviews will be posted in the next chapter, mention it that you don't want it posted and I won't post it, have a great day, and sorry that content has been slow. I am currently not at my house right now, but even then I still haven't been as active as I should be.