Red Moon Massacre
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I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!
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I THANK GOD FOR EVERYTHING!
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Mr. Herriman groaned, "AGAIN, Mrs. Goo?" He asked annoyed.
The ordinarily VERY energetic girl sighed in shame, "Sorry, I spent all night watching 'Outerspace Odyssey space ranger in Space: the Spacening'...and I guess it got so stuck in my head that SOMETHING leaked out while I slept..."
'Well, there's a mental image I could've lived without,' groaned the imaginary elder rabbit to himself...he shakes his head and reaffirms his composure.
"Well, never mind. What's done is done I suppose...at least it's only ONE new imaginary friend this time...what actually is it, if you don't mind me asking?"
The giant hovering, black monolith just levitated their...silent...unmoving...ominous...frankly it was starting to freak the poor rabbit out...
Goo shrugged, "I think there was a whole thing about it in episode 13: 'I'm my own grandpa'...but for the life of me I can't remember what it was about..." She admits uncertain.
Seeing he wouldn't get much help from the odd child, The elderly rabbit then turns to the 'friend.' "Well, what about you my good sir? If you don't mind me asking...what are you?"
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"Yeeeeeah...he doesn't talk much. He followed me here to the foyer of the house...but he refuses to go anywhere else. He won't say why except that, 'This is where he needs to be.'"
"What the devil dose that mean?" Asked Herriman baffled.
Goo gave a hapless 'Idunno' sort of shrug.
Herriman pinched the bridge of his nose, "Right, I don't have time for this nonsense. Let's just go upstairs to get the paperwork started and we'll deal with...WHATEVER this is later."
Saying a quick goodbye to the new and peculiar imaginary friend...they go upstairs to do just that...
When they were gone...the 'friend' caused an umbrella to float out off the nearby coat rack...put it on the staircase...and then...it waited...
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"No, Bloo!"
"Come on!"
"No!"
Frankie Foster stops sweeping and groans 'What's Bloo hassling Mac about this time...whatever it is, it'll probably lead to a big mess that I have to clean up...I'm nearly done for the day! I don't want to start over! Time to stop this little 'episode' before it get's started!' She says firmly to herself as she marches toward them...
"Bloo! Do I seriously have to remind you what happens when I eat sugar!?"
"It's not sugar! It's my awesome new sugar-free, energy drink BLOO THUNDER!" Said the 'blue' imaginary friend as he shook a belt full of bottles containing sickly green substance...
"Which you made out of sugar!"
"It's a prototype! There's bound to be some kinks! That's why I need to test it! Come on Mac, everyone else locked their doors!"
"And that isn't a red flag to you?"
"Okay, what's going on here?" Demands Frankie as she walks up.
Mac immediately turned his attention to Frankie.
Bloo then also immediately took advantage of that to shove the 'drink' down his throat!"
GULP!
A panicked Mac tried to spit it out, but it was too late...
An equally panicked Frankie sprung to action, she quickly grabs Bloo's belt of 'drinks'- the only sugar within eyesight -and swiftly hide it in her jacket. She then threw herself at her young friend and grabbed Mac as his eyes began to sparkle and enlarge, desperately hoping she can at least minimize the oncoming damage-
YEHAAAAW!
SUGAR!
IT WAS A MAC ATTACK!
And just like that; One second Frankie is clutching her fully-clothed younger friend, the next she was struggling to keep a butt-naked hell-beast from trying to dislocate her arms!
"MAC CALM DOWN! CALM DOWN!" Pleaded Frankie while her now deranged friend just kept screaming: "SUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGARSUGAR!"
And of course Bloo was busy being...Bloo. "Okay, so 'Bloo Thunder' was a bust...shoot, that was going to be the face of the franchise." Said Bloo calmly as he wrote some stuff down on a clipboard while Frankie struggled to keep her footing as the sheer force of Mac slamming into her gut, punted her right into the wall...
Oblivious to anything that didn't involve himself- as per usual -Bloo naturally proceeded to do what he did best...make things WORSE.
"Say Frankie! Could you give Mac the 'Bloo StrawBANGING'? It's no 'Bloo Thunder', but I can still make it work..."
"ARE YOU INSANE?!" Screamed Frankie while tears came down her eyes as he arms began to get bent like pretzels...
Bloo rolled his eyes, Oh, for the love of...okay, fine lazybones! I'll do it myself, Yet again!"
If Frankie had a hand available, she'd throttle him...but as it was, she had to settle for ignoring him and just focusing on keep Mac in one place...
She was so focused on this, she didn't notice Bloo come up to her. "Okay...I saw her hide them on herself SOMEWHERE...but where? How about here?" He reaches and pulls on Frankie's skirt to give it a good look-
RIP!
-right when Mac slammed into her into the opposite direction, ripping the skirt in two. Exposing Frankie's boxers to all.
"Ah, Geeze! Frankie, there are kids present you perv!" States a flustered Bloo as he quickly covers his eyes!
"BLOO YOUR DEAD!" Screamed Frankie as Mac's increasingly erratic movements forced her out into the hallway!
"Will you relax? I'm not peeking! Here, I won't even open my eyes to look for my drink belt." Said Bloo as he began to stumble around blindly, naturally tripping on a discarded paddle ball and grabbing onto the hem of Frankie's shirt to keep from falling-
RIP!
Leaving Frankie in nothing but her bra, boxers and jacket...
The mortification cost Frankie, as the distraction let Mac get some bumps in that made her stumble more toward the stairs leading down to the Foyer...
Now getting very Desperate, she she turned sobbing to Bloo, "Bloo I'll do whatever you want, just PLEASE HELP ME! I need to distract Mac!"
Bloo smiled at the 'whatever you want' bit, and then snorts when he hears the end bit. "Distract Mac? Easiest thing, ever! You've already done most of the work for me!"
Frankie frowned, "What do you- But Bloo was already leaping at her! "Hey MAC! Get a load of this!" Snaps Bloo as he grabs both the hem of her boxers and the strap of her bra-
Frankie paled, "Don't you dare-
SNAP!
And just like that her bra strap had snapped and her boxers were now on the floor...save for her jacket, she was now completely naked...
Ordinarily, Frankie would've just said 'screw the collateral damage'. let Mac go wild and snap Bloo in two...except...Bloo had been right!
Mac had STOPPED, he just stared at her...the sugar craze tamed by the only thing greater in a young boys psyche...HORMONES.
He was completely still staring at her in all her glory...which unfortunately for him, gave Frankie a nice view of his 'assets' -or lack thereof.
And despite the situation...Frankie couldn't help but snicker, 'so tiny...so cute...' She thinks to herself, but quickly forces herself to focus. She had no idea how long this 'distraction' would last. First and foremost, she had to get better footing. the boxers around her legs were a tripping hazard and she dared not free her hands from Mac for even a second to pick them back up. So she reluctantly begins to take one step out of her boxers and puts it back down to steady herself to take the other out-
CRACK!
GAH!
-only to step and slip on a discarded umbrella at the top of the stair and fall. backwards!
CRASH!
OW!
SMASH!
WHY!
Screamed the two practically naked adolescents as they tumbled down the stairs together, bodies forcibly entwined, pain ever increasing-
CRACK!
-Crashing headfirst into the giant monolith, shattering the imaginary friend to bits!
"So it was, so shall it be again..."
Said the shattered fragments of the imaginary lifeform, before they began to glow ominously...
The two barely had enough time to clear the stars from their eyes before-
BOOM!
THE ENTIRE FRONT SECTION OF THE HOUSE EXPLODED!
Bloo coughed out soot...and quickly found himself surrounded by accusatory glances.
Bloo chuckled nervously, "Uh...it was Bendy?"
"We kicked him out years ago, idiot!"
Everyone searched long and hard...but they never found their friends...
It was as if they'd vanished off the face of the earth...
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YOU NO KILL MATE!
Screamed the still sugar crazed Mac as he attacked the raptor that just tried gouge out a chunk of Frankie's flesh...
Frankie, her sweater torn to ribbons...now mostly naked...and covered in raptor blood...just stared out in shock...at a whole new, crazy, PRIMAL world...
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