Author's Note:
Well, here's chapter three, where things start getting heated up. The very first ship to be mentioned in the entire story. I've been itching to get to this part, and now I finally have. After this author's note of course. Please leave a review, I'd really appreciate your feedback on this! Without further aeidou, chapter three. (BTW, Magnus, Ellegaard, Reuben and whoever else just might have died in Story Mode is alive and well.)
Weirdo-Cupidon's speech was very short and no one quite knew why, but the fresh squeezed refreshments and chef-prepped snacks made up for every sin in the world. It was just like old times as a club. Friends, snacks, drinks and 90 degree weather. Well, it would've been just like old times if everyone hadn't been kidnapped and drugged before awakening on a random cruise. In its strange actuality, however, besides the fact that land was far away and the swim was treacherous, the only reason the attendees hadn't called for help was solely because of the snacks and refreshments and 90 degree weather. In other words, Weirod-Cupidon's plan was going just as planned.
Onto phase two: Singling Out.
Actually, the singling out phase took some time because to single out only one pair would've been... boring... Singling out actually was a sort of back-and-forth thing. One day she'd be in phase Single Out, another phase Romance. It was very complicated cupid-stuff that we on this website would only understand, right fellas? Nevertheless, the plan was complicated, even more so since she would be dealing with so many expirimentals all in one place. Not everyone on that ship would get shipped, however, because if everyone on the ship got shipped, someone would suspect a shipping, so the shipper had to scatter the shippees in a pseudo non-shipping enviroment so that the shipees wouldn't suspect the shipper shipping them. Stay with me now, we're almost done. Now, with the shippees scattered on the ship, the shipper was free to ship whomever she selected without getting spotted by the shipees or the non-shipees. As a famous shipper once said 'Shipping sucks if the shipper gets shut down'. Weirdo-Cupidon was a professional.
She had her eye on two shipees on the ship, and knew that to ship them would see to her savory satisfaction...sss... enough with the hissing already. Onto the show!
Those two shipees were none other than Magnus and Ellegaard. (milestone moment for me)
Ah, where was I? Ah yes. Friends, snacks, drinks, 90 degree weather...
The Order of the Stone had nothing else to do but get flocked by reporters and paparazzi, so to hide themselves away in a small dorm was a sad solution yes, but it was highly effective as they were all but unnoticed by the hungry cameramen. Soren stared out of the lockhole anxiously.
"Are they gone?" He heard Gabriel yell behind him.
"Shh! You have to whisper." He warned.
"I am whispering." Soren smacked himself in the forehead. Gabriel's voice only had one volume: Majestic. Also known as loud. It was a benificial thing to have when one was onstage, calling out to a large crowd of desperate fans, but who would really want it if you were hiding in a public restroom from a crowd of revenge-hungry Creepers? Truth, Gabriel loved his voice, but sometimes he wished he had that trait everyone else seemed to possess: The volume called 'whisper'.
"Are they gone?" Ellegaard whispered, only driving Gabriel into silent hysterics. Soren took one last peek through the lock and nodded. They all let out sighs of relief before the door burst into bangs and bellows, getting flinches even out of Gabriel the Warrior him-freakin' self, as Axel liked to call him. Soren didn't dare open the door due to his fear of paparazzi, but Magnus's anger got the best of the rogue. The griefer walked to the door, a block of TNT in his hand. He swung the door open, shocked at whose face he met with.
"I-Ivor?!"
"LET ME IN! I BEG YOUUUU!" Magnus let Ivor into the room, the man panting heavily as if he had been running.
"Ivor, what happened to you?" Soren asked.
"I... was under... attack..." He gasped before toppling over.
"By who?"
"Paparazzi!" He howled pathetically, his spirits flicky. The Order of the Stone was soon overrun with silence in reverence for Ivor... until they remembered who Ivor really was.
"Well, you ain't gonna get any sympathy from us!" Soren shouted before thrusting him back out the door and slamming said door shut. A loud cry of pain followed by flashing snaps was heard, and ended with silence.
"Well... that serves him." Soren added, and the rest of the Order mumbled in agreeance. "So, do you think we should do someting about this?"
"Well, it's not like he's died of camera-flashes." Ellegaard suggested.
"Not Ivor. The cruise. We woke up in sackloth bags in a storage room and it was fifteen minutes before we were allowed to go upstair, onto the deck and all. Doesn't that sound kind of kidnap-ish-y?" He asked gesturing with his hand.
"Well... they did give us snacks." Gabriel reminded them, and they agreed. The snacks were good.
"Yeah, and this is an expensive cruise." Magnus added, and they knew he was right. The cruise-liner looked expensive, even without the snacks.
"And they haven't killed us any." Ellegaard told them, and she couldn't have been more true. On the expensive cruise-liner with good snacks, no one had been threatened.
"But they did beat us on the head and kidnap us." Soren remembered solemnly, and he was correct. Despite their sudden luxury, they had been bashed on the head by cloaked strangers and hauled off like fresh deer.
"Well," Gabriel decided, "If anything gets out of hand, then we'll have a problem. Meanwhile, I could really go for a milkshake." And with that, the Order of the Stone was off.
Outside, the weather was perfect and the sun just overhead. There was no fear of mob-spawning at night because of the many lamps that illuminated the ship. The Order of the Stone actually didn't need to be wary of obsessed fans because the cruise was celeb only, and what celeb had time to drool over someone else's heels if they wanted to outrun crazy paparazzi?
They sat underneath an umbrella in front of the bar when they were met by a bartender. They ordered milkshakes and were served almost immediately. Almost, because something extra happened.
"Would any of you like fortune cookies?" The tender asked before he walked to the back.
"Nah. I don't believe in that fortune stuff." Soren replied.
"You never know. See, one day I got a fortune cookie that said 'Duck now!'. When I ducked, an anvil swung over where my head was." Gabriel advised as if that was the kind of thing that happened to everyone those days.
"Well then, I'll take it." Magnus answered, mostly because he just wanted the cookie. The fortune part of it didn't gain any meaning even after Gabriel's story, but even so, he wondered... The bartender gave Magnus the cookie and was off. He opened it.
"What does it say?" Soren asked.
"I thought you said you didn't believe in that 'fortune stuff'." Gabriel smarted. Soren shrugged easily.
"Doesn't mean I'm not interested." Magnus studied the note and then looked to the right where sat Ellegaard. He instantly looked away, his face going red.
"What? Now I know it was something interesting! I've never seen him do THAT before!" Soren shouted amusedly.
"I-It's nothing, guys. Nada, nein... nothing..." He quickly crumbled the sheet of paper up and shoved it into his pocket. He glanced around nervously while at the same time trying to avoid Ellegaard's gaze.
"Are you about to die? Because if that's what was on the fortune cookie, it can't be true." Soren advised. "Besides, you can't judge a single cookie by a single event, Gabriel."
"Single event? You realize that wasn't the only time a fortune cookie came true, Soren."
"It... wasn't?" Magnus looked as if he was about to have a heart-attack. Gabriel shook his head.
"Once, a fortune cookie read 'Smelly fish await'. When I got to our fortress, you remember this day, Ellegaard was making fish. The fresh scent of fish was smelly. Another time, one read 'Danger will find you'. After I had finished reading the note, a Creeper found me. Would you like to hear more?"
"N-no thanks... I... I need to take a breather." He slid out of his chair and simply walked away, leaving everyone else in confusion.
"Was it something I said?"
"Well, kind of... but I think it's something on that fortune cookie that bothered him." Ellegaard replied to Gabriel who was just opening another fortune cookie. His eyes went wide with shock.
"EVERYBODY GET DOWN!" He screamed, everyone obeying him solely because he was Gabriel the Warrior. Ten seconds passed before one person stood in defiance.
"Seriously? Like what the heck, man! Why do we need to duck? Nothing's gonna ha-" Before he could finish, a giant toothbrush whacked him into the ocean. Never to be seen again. Everyone slowly lifted their heads.
"Is it gone?" Soren asked. Gabriel nodded and everyone resumed their lives. Except for that guy who just lost his.
"What was that?"
"The Giant Toothbrush of the Sky." He replied.
POV Switch
It was the most frightening thing he had ever read. As he hid in the public-restroom of the cruise-liner (which just might need a name) he opened the note once more to see wether or not his eyes had deceived him.
To your right sits your soulmate.
It can't have been right! He sighed in an ill dismay, glancing around to make sure he was completely alone. He heard no other sounds.
"It can't be... It can't be true..." He wrung his fingers nervously. "Come on, Magnus. Pull yourself together..."
He cringed, remembering how Ellegaard looked when he glanced at her. If the note wasn't true, how come he felt he couldn't look at her for even ten seconds? It was as if she was in charge of his feelings, and to make matters worse for himself, he realized that he enjoyed that. It was like a new sense of normalcy that he couldn't and wouldn't live without. He had lived long trying to deny the facts, but this cookie only seemed to confirm it.
It couldn't have been true! He was a griefer, a destroyer. She was a Redstone engineer, a builder. If anything, they were complete opposites! Heck, even their hairstyles were against each other! But didn't one man say that opposites attract?
"You're just overreacting... that's all..." He tried to reassure himself, and he succeeded a small bit. Maybe he was simply building a mountain out of a molehill. Straightening himself up, he walked out of the restroom and back onto the upper deck before he cried out in shock. Looking up, the liner's top was stripped off and white flimsy poles stuck up here and there. He could smell mint-toothpaste in the atmosphere.
"WHAT ON EARTH HAPPENED HERE?!" He screamed.
"Oh, uh... let's just say that whatever is on that fortune cookie you had there..." Soren gulped. "Well... it was nice knowing you, Magnus."
POV Switch
It was totally believable for one. Weirdo-Cupidon had always known her expirimentals to be unwilling at first, but as she stroked her chainsaw, she remembered that she had her own way of doing things. She turned toward the wall where her newest victim sat tied to a chair. A horrific smile spread across her face as she powered up the chainsaw, amused by the look of fear on the man's face.
"No, please, don't!" He wailed as she approached him.
"Too late!" She grinned. She lifted the saw high over his head and BROUGHT IT DOWN!
On a cucumber sandwich.
"NAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWEEEE! I WAS GONNA EAT THAT!" He yelled before passing out from overexertion.
Weirdo-Cupidon's first name wasn't Weirdo for no reason.
Author's Note:
Well, how did I do? Don't worry, this isn't the end of the MagnusXEllegaard, or any other ships to be mentioned. Bummed me out a bit to see that I'm not the creator of the MagnusXEllegaard ship. Long story short, hasty generalization, haha! Anywho, it's no big deal. Don't forget to R&R, and I'll see you next chapter! Don't forget to suggest OCs and other things. Anyone up for [Jesse v. Lukas]XPetra? Leave a review and tell me!