Crossup

by Dangles Arthur Khanrad

In a world with magic warpoes, where people turn very small without expectation, can Shadow and Mario survive being thrown into a plot they know nothing of? and who is Nicage, who was he, and what is he becoming?

37. Chapter 37

Thirty Seventh.

"In the darkness of space the chosen individual found ones self, and took comfort from the poo within his diaper. He dove once, and through into another world."

Toad fell into the dust, he spat as he rose and wiped the dust from his arms and legs. His poo filled diaper fell into materialization after him, and fell in front of him now, causing a windy dust cloud, knocking him back into the dirt. "Oh Darn it!" Toad exclaimed, quickly darning his sock as he rose, and bagging his other foot behind his back. He was thankful to Shadow for giving him the spare footbags, and smiled at the thought. He quickly wiped the dirt from his face again, before it leaked into his smile, and wiped the rest of himself clean. He looked around.

The world was dark. The greying dust swirled around in reversed synchronization, causing mass confusion and hysteria in the eyes of those condemned. "Where am I!?" Toad asked, to no one in particular but he was hoping for an answer. "Welcome to Hell."

Toad turned to the voice, and saw a 56 year old man about 5 feet 11 inches tall with long hair and a brown mustache. His beard wasn't quite there and his feet were turned outwards dauntingly. He smoked on a cigarette in which Toad noticed first.

"Who the H-e-L-L are you?!" Toad asked, more annoyed by the constant shimmering of the dullness of the red sky above him, and the fading crust of the earth giving way. The presumed man laughed, noticing the pun after a few minutes of silence.

"My name is Viggo Mortensen." he grinned at Toad, bearing his teeth. "After five years in H-" He began saying, Toad stomped his foot down, causing the man to stop abrubtly. "I KNOW WHAT YOUR'E GETTING AT!" he screamed, and a demon quickly handed him a tissue from behind the stars. Toad flipped everyone off, holding his hand high as he again messed himself. Viggo noticed the soiledness of his frilly underpants, and slowly gestured for him to follow. "Come young thing. We must go to the kingdom of frindges to bring back the primal matter of your pigmented mind."