A/N:
Santa: Alright guys! We won't hold you up too much with this Author's note, since we kinda left you hanging on a cliffhanger last time. Agreed, Bon?
Chained: You left 'em hanging, not me. That was all you. But you know what they say: less is more, so let's not leave you waiting! We introduce, Moist Dreams in Malaysia! Oh….that's not the title we're using…? Ah….this is quite awkward… ten points to whoever gets that reference though…
Santa: Moist dreams in... Okay. No questions asked! READ AND ENJOY NOW AND FORGET THE MOIST MALA..lalaysia..
"See!" A new female voice called in triumph, "I told you she'd be in here!"
"It seems she was right all this time…" A familiar voice muttered.
"I just didn't think she'd be that stupid…" The voice of a seasonal haired young man groaned in disappointment,"It's the first place we'd check."
"Well Pete, in her defense, this was the last place you checked."
"Aw, can it Ro," The candycane retorted.
Looking up and paling, Bonnie noticed three strange people in what seemed like Beacon uniforms at the front door conversing amongst themselves. The one referred to as 'Pete' had a strange combination of red and white in his hair for whatever reason while the one name 'Ro' was a slender, pink haired girl who was, in fact, shorter than the blue haired young man that appeared behind her, yet taller looking than herself and Chantal.
Looking at the two with pink eyes, Ro grinned sweetly, slowly stepping forward with an unexplainable grace to her.
To Chantal, the two males were not strangers, rather something more along the lines of unwanted friends. The female however.. this Ro, girl. Yeah, she was a mystery to her. So, while she was a little calmer in expression than Bonnie, Chantal was still quite nervous while looking them in the face.
"You two look terrified…" Ro cooed, a sympathetic look on her face, "I bet mean ol' Pete tried to tie you guys up or something."
"I was getting there," Pete replied, an unmistakable scowl on his features, this of which frightened Bonnie to no end.
"And he dragged Emmett along on his rampage too, didn't he?"
"N-no…" The blue haired male replied hastily, chuckling a bit, "I volunteered…"
"Emmy, you know you don't have to stick up for-"
"Don't you have something to do?" Pete interjected, directing his stare towards the females, one of whom cowered in fear.
"Right, right…" Ro giggled, turning her direction towards the girls as well, "You know you can't rush perfection."
"I'm not ru-"
"ANYWAY, I think if you want to get some answers," Ro held out her hand tossing her long pink ponytail back with her opposite hand. "You should come with us. And don't worry; I won't allow that red and white monstrosity over there lay a finger on you."
"You're testing me Rosa."
"Calmness Pete. Remember, deep breaths."
Chantal's lips seemed to crane over to the right side of her face towards Bonnie, though the rest of her face remained unchanged, "Bonnnnnniieee... the witch is scarier than the candy cane and the blue jayyyy.." She whispered in hush, thinking herself too quiet to accurately hear.
Contrarily, one of Rosa's closed eyes seemed to twitch at the brow, her kind smile replaced with an annoyed one.
"Hey Ro, calmness," Pete repeated with a smirk, his arms folded, "Remember, deep breaths."
"Oh no…" Emmett griped, cringing with one eye slightly narrowing in concern, "She's mad."
"Let her be."
"Peter, you aren't helping."
"I had already told her th-"
"Not now, Pete," Rosa's voice was now almost strained as she still managed to maintain that kind tone of voice as she severed he and Emmett's conversation. Opening her eyes, one could notice a sudden sharpness in them, and said sharpness caused Bonnie to almost immediately yelp at notice of their sudden intimidation effect.
Chantal, on the other hand, well, this just managed to make her keep her lips buttoned.
"You honestly can't say I didn't try." Rosa's smile curled up into a smirk, much to everyone's dismay.
'I've got a bad feeling about this...' Bonnie's breathing started to take a turn for the worst as she started to look around frantically. Spotting a door behind the two, the female continued to look around as if she hadn't seen anything, but that nonchalance was difficult to keep hidden from the friend that knew her so well.
As a result, Chantal inconspicuously began to try tracing her friend's line of sight, but suddenly, Bonnie's hand was fastened around her arm, and she proceeded to drag the brunette along.
Bonnie proceeded to swing the alternative exit ajar, bolting out of the room and into the unknown, "RUN!" She yelled, not willing to drag Chantal down the length of the enormous hallway.
"Again?!" The command was nightmarsh to said Chantal, and with a clearly annoyed expression, she began to sprint. She sighed heavily and overdramatically as she managed to keep up, "Damn you, Bonnie! Damn you and your ideas!"
Unfortunately for the duo, they didn't manage to get very far, before a far unlucky trip sent the leading black haired girl airborne. Had it not been for her arms instinctively coming out in front of her, she would have fallen face first, but regardless of how she stopped, she continued to go sliding across the tiled floor until she came to a gradual stop.
"Oof!" Chantal huffed, sliding across the floor in repetitive rotations like some sort of throwing star. Slowly sitting up, she rubbed at her nose. She hadn't been lucky enough to stop herself from going in head first... Call it poor reaction.. or the fact that Bonnie had previously been in possession of her arm.
"Ow..." Turning back, the two had found one more young man, about the size of the first two, with the only difference being his shoulder length dark green hair. He was sitting on the floor, and leaning against the wall, and to be frank, looked as though he had been taking a nap, "You... tripped over me..." Lulling his head over to the side, the male opened his tired eyes, revealing a light hazel.
"Hey, Matt!" Came the sound of Rosa, the girl from before. She stuck her body outside the door from which they had escaped, "Catch 'em!"
Peering over to the girls, the male, who was apparently known as Matt, stood, easily towering over the two, "Sure..." He said with a stifled yawn, shaking his head a tad in order to ward away any sleep still in his eyes.
"Ehh..eh.." Chantal murmured to herself, her eyes pretty wide whilst staring at this sleepy skyskraper. Her eyes were a little glazed because of the way they caught the light, forcing her pupils to shrink into near nonexistant dots, a real look of despair, "Holy.. SHIT! This place has walking candy canes, Blue Hulks, Pink witches, AND Zombies!" Latching onto Bonnie, her mind seemed to unintentionally lean to her repaying the debts she found herself in after her friend's assistance in their last daring escape. She stepped one foot up, then immediately dashed forward, Bonnie flying behind her like a ragdoll. Her goal was to trample over this Matt guy!
And her goal.. Was immediately shut down. It seemed like running even in the general direction of this man was a mistake all in itself, for as soon as he hit the floor, he rolled backwards, simultaneously snagging each female around the waist area, then standing. This showed his approaching teammates, that he had caught them, not only caught them, but severed their physical ties to one another, having Bonnie at his right hip, and Chantal at his left.
"Good going, Matt!" Rosa cheered, whilst jogging lightheartedly over. "Better than some others," She slyly added.
"Yea," Pete calmly smiled, his anger subsiding, "Not like the witch over there."
"Watch it, Pete!"
"On another note," Emmett interrupted the incoming argument with a question of his own, "Now what?"
"Ah, that's right…Ozpin didn't give us any instructions, did he?" Rosa cocked her hip to the side, tilting her chin up with her thumb as her eyes went upward in thought.
Tipping her head slightly backwards, the brown haired female watched their celebration and regrouping with wide eyes. She had been forced to realize that the game of hide and seek had come to a -for she and Bonnie-, quite unfortunate ending. The break from running and hiding was welcomed, sure, but it was also understandably nerve-wracking. They had been caught, and the game was now over. So she and Bonnie, were now helplessly at the mercy of these people, as well as whatever terrible plans they had in mind for them.
The last resort idea came into play. It would be a last ditch effort, the sure fire way to get them off the hook! "Ozpin! Sure!" She drawled out in bitter sarcasm, "You sick.. COSPLAYERS!" Immediately after the release of the last syllable, her head slammed directly up, crashing into the jawline of her captive while her canines dug into his shoulder with all the bite force she could manage!
The green haired male's head tipped slightly upwards, before he felt the slightest pain in his shoulder. Regardless, there came no release. He simply looked down sluggishly to Chantal with a raised brow. The bite had barely even dented his skin, much less caused any real damage, and one could even say the pain wasn't even there, rather just an unexpected event causing frets in his nerves -which was probably the only reason he felt anything at all-.
Chantal seemed to take the brunt of that, actually. Her attempts to hurt him only resulted in her now hanging slumped over with little dizzy swirls in her eyes, "Oww..." So much for a sure fire way.
From there, Bonnie upheld her part by thrashing in his arms, trying to find some sort of loose spot, or weak link, but alas, it was a fixed, iron grip, and he didn't seem to show signs of letting go any time soon. "We..." Bonnie sniffled, the despair evident in her voice, "We're screwed..."
"Don't think that way.." Coaxed the dizzy Chantal, who had her shoulders now hunched in partial resignation, "We won't let them kill us, right?"
"Kill?" The pinkette's hand rose to her mouth, a shocked countenance becoming present. Immediately, she looked to her dual hair-colored comrade accusingly, "Pete! What did you say to these poor girls?!"
"What?!" Pete flinched from the girl's abrupt change in attitude, even to go as far as to take a step back, "I-I didn't say-"
"No wonder they ran!" Rosa continued, leaning over to him with her wrists against her hips, "What is wrong with you? Jeez, you just wanted to scare them that much?"
"I didn't say anything about killing them!" He retorted back in annoyance. Clearly, she was blaming him for something he had no knowledge of, "They're the ones that came to that conclusion. I didn't do a thing."
"I beg to differ."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"That I beg to differ!" Rosa went on, "What, don't you understand now? Just where could they even get the idea that we'd kill 'em?"
'From the I.D. channel...?' Chantal trailed quietly in her mind, uttering a quiet, throat-clearing sound as she drew her attention away from the pink versus red and white bickering just affront them.
"Like I know," Pete retorted.
"It seems that we've come to a sort of...misunderstanding."
At once, the bickering students, as well as the rest in earshot, turned to a familiar voice. The one that had spoken that sentence was a silver haired man, whom'd began to walk to the six while sipping his trademarked coffee. He had a rather calm demeanor, despite all that had just transpired.
"Professor!" Rosa beamed happily, grinning at the man.
'So.. ID channel was wrong..' Mentally trained Chantal, a nervous twitch in her lips as she piqued them, 'Or hunt us down and kill us like some kind of Saw movie...Well I can hear the jackass honking in the distance..' She murmured in thought, thinking of the Spongebob episode when one could hear the screeching donkey that was used to subliminally refer to Squidward as a jackass. She wouldn't come out and say it, but she did feel a little idiotic. Her head turned to this 'professor' man, who now, not only bore such an uncanny resemblance to Ozpin, but also his title. She quietly huffed out a sigh to herself, but despite her slight rage, her body had began to lose its built up tension.
"Perhaps it would be best if we discussed this in a more...secure setting," The professor noted, referencing to the open hallways with his cane as he sipped his coffee.
"Of course, sir," Emmett agreed, prompting Pete to fold his arms with that seemingly permanent scowl making a comeback. The white and red haired male walked forward, passing all except their 'instructor', whom had, of course, taken the lead.
"Agh!" Bonnie finally uttered, yelling in discomfort as the green haired carrier shifted to walk with the rest of the group, "Could you.. let us down?" She inquired.
Matt paused for a moment, soon placing the pleading girl unto her feet. As for Chantal, well it seemed she wasn't so lucky.
Of course, she rebeled against the unfair treatment, said unlucky soul glancing up to him as well, "Us..? She said us...? So could you maybe set me down too?" She prodded, nudging him with her elbow whilst flashing a jovial grin, "Yes? No? Yes again?"
Rosa seemed to take this answer, a smirk sharply casting its way towards the pleading female, "And have you run off?" It seemed she wasn't quite forgiving her for the witch remark, "Look, squirt, It's better this way."
"Squirt," The brunette repeated the words of the pinkette, yet in a much more amused tone than the latter, "Nice wit." She was murmuring disinterestedly, but finding herself defeated, practically tossed herself limply over Matt's arm limply, pulling the dead-weight routine.
"That's better," Quipped Rosa, placing her hands at the back of her head in a leisurely fashion.
As the six of them entered the unknown room, what they found, was an office of sorts. It was a wide open room with gear-like ornaments strewn around the interior and perimeter.
"Ah..." Unfortunately, Bonnie's stomach had began to flip-flop once again, finally realizing the severity of the situation, "This isn't my house..." She murmured softly.
Knowing full-well that her friend had, what she called, a slow reaction time, Chantal, who was looking at Bonnie from upside down in Matt's grip, casually threw in, "I thought we figured that out like.. a forever ago."
"No..." She explained, as 'Ozpin' took a seat on the gear-themed chair, "I mean... I need to go home.. Like now.."
By this point, the room's occupants had began to put themselves into order. Matt set Chantal down, and took his place with the rest of the students, whom had arranged themselves affront the door -probably in case the two had another escape idea-.
The now-seated brunette was beginning to feel a little more comfortable, knowing that her life was not to be endagered. It allowed her to lesiurely allow more of her usual personality to come seeping through the cracks of her built up wall. She swiveled around in the chair like an impatient child, "Well yeah..." That's when realization came into play. See, she knew that Bonnie wasn't exactly allowed to go off wandering and covorting about after school with complete strangers... Well, neither was she, but still! "Oh shit! You're right! You're gonna get in TROUBLE! Like T-R-O-U-"
"It's not like you didn't plan this!" Bonnie's voice went up equally in volume, as well as in octave. She was frustrated, and that was obvious, since this was her first time really being outside in years -other than school or lawn mowing. "This isn't funny, Chan... I've got to go home... and explain this to my dad..." She clearly wasn't willing to leave as much anymore, knowing what would be in store for her when she arrived back home, "I don't know what you did.. but if you could undo it, the-"
"ME?" The opposing party's voice shot up as well on the scale, only to fall back down into a calmer tone, "Let's be real here, Bon." She began pulling one leg up to fold over the other and intertwine her fingers over her chest, whilst she took on a therapist look, "I've done from pretty stupid stuff in my life.." An interrogative look developed, "but as amazing as I am... I can't Build a GIANT BUILDING. IN LESS THAN AN HOUR. THEN KIDNAP YOU WITHOUT A CAR!"
"I mean, it wouldn't be the first unreasonable thing you've ever done," Bonnie shot back, "Your parents let you do practically everything! So you saw me outside of my house, and waited until I had my headphones to start playing Mirror Mirror-"
"Wait wait," Holding her hand up, Bonnie closed her eyes, nodding with that solid psychologist look, "Mirror Mirror, you say..?"
"Yea... You know. You-"
"That's a coinky-dink!"
Bonnie could only stare at her brown haired companion; a dull expression clouded over her face, "Is it...?"
"Well, yeah see," She began, tapping her chin, "Before I came here, I was sleeping...Well, I was sleeping when I first came here too, but that's not the point." She turned her head to glance up to the ceiling, "I disntinctly recall hearing the tune to I Burn... but here I was thinking I had just listened to it too much before going to sleep... Either that, or it just popped on, since y'know, I usually stick my playlist on shuffle."
"I Burn..." Bonnie repeated, pondering over the subject for a moment. Finally gathering her thoughts together, the black haired girl's dark colored eyes widened significantly, "Those spirals I fell into... that's when I landed...I-" The young female was interrupted by a futuristic looking device shoved at her by a purple nail-painted hand. Looking up to see that Rosa was the owner, Bonnie took to staring at the device in her hands in awe, "This...looks like a Scroll."
"Well, that's because it is," They heard Pete reply from the door.
Bonnie ignored him, placing her index finger over the diamond, just like she had seen before. The holographic tablet, however, did not seem to respond to her touch, thus making her tap it a number of times.
"Hey!" Rosa snatched the Scroll from the girl, a firm frown on her face, "Don't break it! These things cost a lot!" With a feather-light tap from her, the Scroll opened, revealing what seemed like an e-mail page. The only problem was, that it was blank.
"Ah..." Bonnie started, "What-" At that moment, the file labeled 'MSG' -likely for messaging- began to type in a number of letters, forming words on the device, "Nevermind..."
Chantal, whom had surprisingly enough, kept quiet, decided she would need to feed her curiosity. For that reason, she pressed her arms onto the arm of the chair in which she sat, hovering over Bonnie's shoulder to see the screen for herself.
Hello Ozpin, The message formed, In three days time, you will have two young ladies arriving in one hour intervals. You will train them, perfect them, and turn them into excellent Huntresses. Make no mistake; these girls will be as mystified as you currently are, meaning prying answers from them will be useless, for they will not know.
That one line she read, beginning at the third line, caused Chantal to shoot a glare over to Pete, "Yeah...Getting answers from us is pointless.." She murmured to herself underbreathed, not to mention cursing him with a colorful vocabulary in addition to it. She turned her head back to read the rest.
They must hone their craft for the upcoming Beacon Academy entrance exams. There, they will become students; a team.
To be a huntress... The brunette felt.. Exhilarated! Should she be? Or.. Should she have been afraid.. Maybe a mix of both? The tingling sensation bursting in her chest pushed the corners of her lips up into a smile. She just had the amazing inclination that something wonderful was about to happen! It was hard to understand, but she just knew it would be great!
Bonnie was a little less excited. Being a Huntress, it really sounded amazing! But with that thrill of the strength one possessed, there was also a great danger regarding life. It was a chance of risking life every day. 'If someone like me would even think about being something as cool as a Huntress...' Bonnie thought, her eyes becoming more clouded with negative thoughts that stemmed from deep down in that same pool of pessimism from before, 'I'd be dead before I could even say 'oops' ' At that point, there was only one thing the girl could say; the number one reason that all of this was just not possible.
"My dad would kill me..." She uttered, not even thinking twice about the decision, "I really don't think-" She was about to go on about how they wouldn't be needing someone like her, and likewise, Chantal was about to protest the exact opposite, but the motions of her Scroll seemed as though it were set to type another message.
Why hello ladies.
'Why hello you worthless piece of human trash'. Bonnie bitterly narrowed her eyes at the faceless culprit who nearly gave her and her friend heart attacks.
"Holy Shit, it's talking to us," Chantal breathily spoke, heart pounding with a thumping of bundled nerves.
I can only except that you all are wondering why you are here.
"Could you?" Bonnie voiced her annoyance openly, placing the Scroll on her lap and folding her arms. She just would never have guessed.
"Bonnie..." Cautioned her brunette companion, reaching down to gently pat the shoulder she was hovering over, "You're talking to a typing virus... Let's not go crazy here, because I doubt they have medication for insanity.."
"I doubt viruses are this advanced…"
"Well, it's typing by itself through a device that's more high tech than ours, so that's a start," Scoffed Chantal, reaching over to her pocket, "I mean, look at this old phon-.." Her hands hastily swiveled to her other pocket, and her head then drew back away from peering over Bonnie's shoulder, "Look at this.. old.." She repeated, patting her pockets again as she seemed to pale, "This old Phone.. Where.. is my phone.."
"Maybe you left it home before we got-" Bonnie's words tripped off by Peter's throat clearing resulted the topic to be dropped, "Yea..."
Sensing the intimidating attempt the candycane was attempting, Chantal complied with the topic drop, assuming her phone was, as Bonnie said, just forgotten, but she wouldn't let him get away with that rude throat clearing! She turned her head back to him and let her tongue roll and stand to flick at him in a spiteful manner. It seemed, of the two, that she was becoming the least afraid of him, probably thanks to that safety barrier she'd just been informed they had. Speaking of which, "What did the typing virus say?" She questioned afterwards, racing back to her perch at Bonnie's shoulder, to peer at the Scroll.
Firstly, I would like to inform you that while you are here, the time and ages in your world will remain the same.
Was... that a good thing? Chantal seemed a bit on edge about that one; or maybe just confused with the mechanics. Her mind always did get easily wrapped but by those dimensional and time-changing quirks... And she wasn't really up for being her own grandma. Maybe this was a con...
"Holy Elsword and thank the heavens…" Bonnie sputtered in relief, clutching her gym shirt at the center of her chest while letting out a pent up breath of tension. Bonnie seemed to think it was a pro.
You are 'here,' for no real reason. You may just be the best RWBY fans in need of a more... hands on experience. Perhaps you are here to see if you could survive this world, or how long you actually could. Or maybe you were brought here to set things right. Who really knows?
'Possibly the one who kidnapped us here!?' The black haired female almost exploded in frustration. "What in all of Elsword's name makes this think that we'll actually believe we're in RWBY?" She hissed in a whisper to her friend.
Chantal, upon hearing her words, reeled back to her own chair, giving a dull glance in her direction, as though processing her thoughts, "You still don't believe it?" Usually, she herself, was quite stubborn, but even she had sort of come to terms with the fact that all of this couldn't just be some well-thought out shirade. Well.. Even if on the off-chance, this was a shirade.. There was one thing that they couldn't build from the ground up. That would be the proof she'd use to sway Bonnie! Looking up to Ozpin -despite despising even the real.. fake.. whatever version it was of him-, and passed a solemn look, "Can you.. take us outside?"
Ozpin stayed generally neutral, only gesturing to the four students that Chantal and Bonnie had given the run-around earlier while taking another sip of his coffee.
With that, Pete sighed as he turned his gaze away from Ozpin, and onto the two females, a familiar scowl on his face. Clearly, he wasn't too fond of them, nor was he afraid to show it.
The scowl he passed them lit up Chantal's inner fire, and she carried a smug-like smirk followed by that taunting tongue once again. She even went as far as to have the audacity to flip him off with both hands moving up and down in a rhythmic, dance-like fashion. Hopefully no one else saw that, or her image would go down the drain.. not that she cared.
He managed to ignore that, "Come with me," Was all that he said as he opened the door, and walked out of the room. The other three opted to stay behind in the office.
"Come with me," Chantal mouthed the words, while standing straight up and stiff. She carried a scowl that matched Pete, showing that she was clearly mocking him from behind, where he couldn't be bothered to see. Afterwards, she broke into laughter, simultaneously grabbing Bonnie's arm.
Feeling her arm snagged, Bonnie grabbed the Scroll at the last minute, bringing it to herself as Chantal began to drag her out of the room.
The brunette chirpily called back to her as they exited through the threshold, "Let's hurry up, you know this uptight guy's got a candy cane stuck up his a-"
"You might not want to push your luck," Rosa called after them, an amused kind of tone lingering in her voice, before it was snuffed out by the sound of the office door closing behind them.
Chantal didn't seem to heed her words, although anyone could tell the brunette that it would probably be wise to. Instead, she traveled out through the door that Peter had opened for them and motioned for them to exit out of. Behind her, she still tugged Bonnie.
See, Bonnie was not too much of an outside person. Although she would have liked to be, she had developed the preference of being an insider. With Chantal pulling her outside, however, she hadn't much of a choice in the matter.
It was a clear day, and the sky was nice.
Chantal released Bonnie from her grip, and she took to admiring her surroundings. She had to say, it was much clearer than back home. She wasn't judging on the number of clouds out and about -although there were few-, but rather, more so on the vivid color that splayed out over the horizon line in an unmatchable blue. The grass was green, of course, and everything seemed... logically normal -aside from the tall buildings that made up Beacon's Campus dotting the land out affront them. That was mainly what Chantal was focused on. There were huge towers and such, winding sidewalks, and even far off, to what seemed like the middle of the campus, there was the fountain that stood just affront the status in all its glorious stoicism. She lived in such a small area.. A place so tiny that a raccoon could make the front page... To think that she was basking in this beautiful urban setting, filled with wonders that she never thought, in all her life, that she would be seeing.
"Wow..." She trailed, mouth falling agape. Architecturally, environmentally.. It was just beautoful! She fell backwards into the grass with a thud, "That's it.. We're here!" She believed it now, even if she claimed to have believed it before, her ideals were solidified, "We're really here! I completely believe it!" Her hands came up, lightly coiled fists pressing against her eyes, as though she were ridding herself of any water that swelled in her eyes, "Hi, Beacon!" Such an opportunity! Such a place to live! Freedom! Complete freedom! What more could a 15 year old girl ask for?!
Bonnie, was up for more pressing matters. While her friend collapsed back into the grass the way she had, the black haired girl was taking in the scent of the air.
"What...are you doing?" Peter asked the dark haired female, a critical tone in his voice at the bizarre nature of her actions.
This caused an immediate halt in Bonnie's actions, and she, not looking at either of the two, took a deep breath.
"What…are you doing?" Pete asked the black haired young lady. Immediately, Bonnie stopped in her tracks, not looking to either of the two as she took a deep breath.
"N-ah...I-It's nothing.." She stammered nervously, though tried desperately not to, "It's just...the air." The air she had smelled in this new place had been much more pure and clean than back home, that it was incredibly easy to smell the difference. Such air could have been anywhere in the world, as a result of the excessive pollution, or at least.. Not anywhere in their world. With that, she felt a knot form in her stomach, before something in her hand uttered an electronic beeping sound.
"Huhm?" Hearing the beeps, Chantal tipped her head back to look up at Bonnie from the ground, "What's that?"
Bonnie looked at the Scroll she had taken with her. It was still opened, and the girl took a look at it, only to find one sentence, and one sentence only, before it shut itself down completely.
Well ladies, enjoy your little taste of freedom.
A/N:
Santa: I'm gonna so gonna enjoy my freedom.. I'm gonna enjoy it HARDCORE. *Dawns my shades*
Chained: Ah…too much freedom can be a very bad thing…especially for someone like you…
Santa: *Already breaking windows with a baseball bat* Huh what? I CAN GOVERN MYSELF! *Foams at the mouth*
Chained: Ah…don't do drugs kids… ya might end up like her…
Santa: *Hisses like a Spider Demon and grabs Bonnie by the leg* I WILL DEVOUR YOUR SOU-..Oh.. *Looks at viewers* ... :3 Love you, Snowflakes! I'll cya next time! *Drags Bonnie underground into the blazing hellfires*