Chapter 11: Black and White
Hey... What's up. I noticed only seven people read the last chapter. I'm losing readers every chapter. Whatever, your torture is almost over. Oh hi Thomas Yip.
I tore across the icy white ground as I realized who was behind the dangerous game of charades. The hollow laughter of the person echoed in my mind, bouncing off the sides of my skull. Suddenly conscious of the weight of my rhinestone watch, I checked the time. Glob, there was only six hours; how did time pass by so fast? After all, I had only checked my watch a day ago. I didn't want to be stuck human. My limbs burned in protest as I halted to a stop in front of Ice Queen's vacant cave. It made sense like a puzzle falling into place. Tick tock tick. Five hours and forty minutes.
I stumbled on a crack of the cave and stepped on my skiing bag with my mural. My mural snapped into pieces, and colored glass spilled out of my bag. Ugh, I'll fix it later. When I got to the red spotted ground where Ice Queen had laid a day before. I traced the blood splotches quietly trembling in fear that the almost murder was still there. A hash jarring sound rocked Jill's phone, which I had borrowed earlier. I flipped the phone open and pressed it to my ear swiftly. "What? Who is this?" I mumbled angrily, wondering who would call Jill at this time. "Cake! It's me! Did you find Ice Queen and the cure to the plague yet," asked a familiar feminine voice. "Gumball, no I didn't; it's not her," I whispered tensely. "Well hurry the people of the Candy Kingdom are getting worse day by day," he hissed. The urgent tone of Gumball scared me and made me think of Fionna.
Tick tock tick. Five hours and thirty two minutes. I closed the phone swiftly and followed the trail of blood. My fingers were numb with anticipation that caused them to twitch violently when I touched my teddy bear hair clip to calm myself. Clunk, what was that sound? My head felt numb and light suddenly. I couldn't find out why, because there were spots near the edges of my eyes until all I could see was black. It was warm like a fuzzy dream I never wanted to get out of, but every dream had to end. I knew I was knocked out in the real world, but I wanted to stay in this blank dream. Still I forced my eyes open.
Tick tock tick. Four hours and fifty two minutes. My vision was slowly clearing every time I blinked. I moved my arms to yawn and stretched, but I found them bonded along with the rest of my body. "What the glob?" I questioned as I struggled harder against the ropes. I checked my surroundings. I was still in Ice Queen's lair, but I was dangling above the ground by seven feet. How cliche. I wrinkled my nose at a fishy smell. "Cake," boomed a sinister voice, "trying to stop me eh? Don't think so!" Wow, even more cliche. I guessed that the creature behind all of this (making me human and spreading the plague) was behind the black chair which was facing away from me.
"Cmon, I don't have time for games!" I yelled honestly. The smoky chair swiveled my way. Yep I was correct. Even though I had a clue to who did this, there were some things I didn't want to believe. "Gunta!" I gasped. It was Ice Queen's favorite penguin who nearly killed her. "You're a guy?" I asked with shock. The black and white creature snorted. With Morchro's universal translator, Gunta replied, "Of course! Why else would I want to kill her? I was dressed as a girl! Fluffed up and cuddled under her dreadful armpit everyday! I want to be free to dominate the world with my broken bottles and baby kittens!" I whistled, "you're one messed up penguin." He rolled his eyes and laughed, "I wasn't called 'Dark Soul' by Marshall Lee's mom for nothing." He suddenly clamped his flipper over his mouth. "Oops, I said too much," he gasped with sarcasm, "guess I have to kill you."
Tick tock tick. Four hours and forty six minutes. "Wait!" I shouted. "Why did you spread the plague? Why do you want me human?" I questioned furiously not wanting to give up. "To distract you of course. However, the potion of making you human was Ice Queen's doing," he smirked. Then he dropped his flipper to the lever and pulled. I let out a blood curling scream as I plunged closer to the ground. Please let something cliche save me.
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