Well, everyone-the dreadnought is tomorrow.
Sigh....I start school.....
Revolting word, that one.
But, seeing as my life is about to get a lot more chaotic then it allready is, I suppose I'd be doing a disservice if I didn't use my last hours to
update.
Take care, all of you.
I feel Timmy's pain in this one. I had a lot of back surgery (though I can't say I had any wings applied) when I was younger.
Poof's eyes widened.
"T-T-Timmy?"
A brief pause.
And then, he burst into tears. Cosmo looked about him for a moment.
"No real Timmy? I'm wet and hungry? My arm is STILL dislocated from my body?"
He paused.
And burst into tears as well.
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"Take it easy, there, little buddy. Just breathe from this tube-it'll be fairly short before beddy bye."
Timmy just glared at the fairy as he slipped the plastic around Timmy's lips.
But, much to his dismay, even as his body was being pulled onto a gurney, the world began to rush past in slow motion.
Things began to become bleary, lights from nearby fluroscent bubls twinkling into different shades.
That humming, buzzing sound seemed to be people talking, but now, it was nearly impossible to make it out.
He could hear the muttering, and the clink-clink-clanking sound of the wheels making contact with the floor before....
A flood of light. Timmy winced, hazy orbs flickering as people began to wash hands, pull on gloves, and reattach masks to themselves.
Someone gently turned him over, and something cool tapped his back.
That was the last thing Timmy remembered before fading into the night.
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Wanda's teeth gnashed together as she growled, eyes now become quite fiery.
The judge had long since dashed off, a fishing net and hat in toll. Jorgan shuddered.
Everyone else had been poofed away....
....except the second least person he wanted to see right now.
And, truth be told, he felt he'd rather be staring down an army of barracudas.