ANOTHER AUTHOR'S NOTE: I still need constructive criticism! I need to improve my writing skills as MUCH as I can. Oh, and I mean actual con-crit 0_0. Review = constructively criticize, so…. yeah 0_0. Oh, and I need MORE than one/two reviewers, hehe. Anyways, here is chapter 7: Gorngongalin Hates Me, Like a LOT!
When I received consciousness once again, I realized I was caged again. I sighed, then looked at my left palm. I observed the Onyx of Ozgrald. I had just spoken to its owner himself. I then looked to my right palm, expecting nothing to be in it. Instead, there was a Swiss longsword clenched in my right fist. I suddenly got a crafty idea. I swung my sword at the bars of my cage, hoping that they would split in half. Unfortunately, it just caused a metallic sound wave. I sighed. I decided to just pull out a Trapdoor again, but I realized I was fresh out. I sighed again, and then looked around for anything that might have helped me escape the cage. Not that I expected something like that to happen, though. Finally, I found a small booklet that had a picture of a cage on it. I, curiously thinking it might have helped me get out, took out my fishing rod, then cast it at the booklet. I reeled it in, then looked at it. I only needed to look at two words to find out what to do: ELECTRONIC CAGE.
I fist pumped, then looked around for the switch that powered up the cage. That didn't take a long time, either. I took out a Seltzer Bottle gag, then dowsed the switch with seltzer. Soon enough, I heard electricity crackling, then the cage exploded into a million pieces. I narrowly survived, with only a small cut across my forehead, a bruise on my shoulder, a scar on my knee, and my right glove popped. Of course, the glove incident was the least of my problems. In fact, it wasn't even a problem. Anyways, I was left wondering why I didn't die. Of course, the question was instantly answered, because the Onyx of Ozgrald was flashing different colors. I sighed with relief, then right on cue, I heard creaking behind me. I turned around, then 10 Toons that seemed to be beginning stage 1 leapt towards me. As soon as they touched me, I was knocked unconscious.
I don't know how long I was unconscious, but I do know it was long enough for the withered Toons to trap me in possibly their smallest cage yet, and send me to a place where many other Toons were trapped in small cages. There were approximately 998 other Toons there. They were all stripped of their gloves, like me, but there was a look of despair on their face that was worse than mine. Anyways, there was a huge sign about 20 feet away from me. It said, "snooT tsroW s'nilagnognroG". I shrugged inside my head, and then suddenly, I felt something drop into my pocket. I, with much difficulty, picked up what was inside of it, then found out it was an orange stone with a hole through it. The Onyx of Ozgrald sent me another message (this time, without the electric shock up my spine). The thought it transported into my mind was, "Look through the hole to find out what the sign means." I did as it said, and then, the words on the sign started switching around until it spelled, "Gorngongalin's Worst Toons". I thought, "Figures I'm here. I've escaped these lame cages a lot. There seems to always be one way or more to escaping these withered Toons' bogus traps. Wait…" I grinned. That was it! There was always a way out. And I already found out a way out. But it would depend on the withered Toons' stupidity.
I took out the Onyx of Ozgrald and threw it at a guard that was torturing another Toon. It instantly blew it up. Luckily, one of the guards instantly ran up to me (I guess he was a 50%-in-stage-5 kind of withered Toon). He opened my cage, then clutched my throat. He whispered with a raspy voice, "You deserve worse than this prison." I said, "For only blowing up one of your stupid allies? I knew you were stupid like that." Before he could respond, I swung my sword at him. He evaporated the nanosecond he touched it. I said, "Now THAT'S how you deserve somewhere worse than this prison." Before any of the other guards ran up to me, I quickly dashed out of the room (ironically, a withered Toon instantly walked back into the prison holding a cage with a Toon trapped in it). Unfortunately, so did about 50 withered Toons. They all rasped simultaneously, "STOP! PRISONER! STOP!" I said, "Pfft, I'll do that when you graduate from un-ugliness school." My sword, right on cue, started glowing red. It then flew out of my hand, and soared into the crowd of withered Toons. It instantly blew them all up. It then soared back into my hand instantly, like a boomerang. I smiled, then my face turned back to the grimace it was before. A misty figure cloaked in black darkness walked to me. "Ugh, here comes the dacnomaniac," I said to my horrid brother. He replied, "No, I do not have dacnomania, but you are going to the worst prison you can think of." Before I could reply, he pressed his forefinger onto my forehead, his thumb onto my right cheek, and his pinky onto my left cheek. Suddenly, darkness overcame me, and I fell to the floor.