1.1.1 The Kidnapping
By Portalkeeper87
A/N: Sorry, I know it's really stupid so far, but my brain had ceased functioning as a result of the post-winter break syndrome. Hopefully the rest of this story won't be as pointless and nutty.
FIVE
MARCO is in a dark place, with a dim red light source. The sound of water dripping is in the background, which is slowly starting to make him go nuts. MARCO is tied up with a wet piece of rope.
UNKNOWN VOICE: Mwahahaha!
MARCO: Uh, who is that?
UNKNOWN VOICE: It is I, Visser Three! Mwahahaha!
MARCO: Uh-oh.
Bright stadium lights suddenly turn on, illuminating the darkness. MARCO wishes they hadn't. Because now he can see where exactly he was.
MARCO: Uh, nice torture chamber you have here.
VISSER THREE: Yes, isn't it?
He gestures toward the pile of mutilated, blood corpses and stacks of bones. MARCO looks at the blood-soaked rope he is tied up with and gulps.
MARCO: Um, why exactly am I here?
VISSER THREE: Hmm, let's see. I'm holding you for the ransom of one blue box. If I don't get it by noon tomorrow, well, let's just say I'm going to have some fun with you.
MARCO: Did you tell my friends?
VISSER THREE: I called that pathetic excuse for a human…Jake was his name, I think, but he hung up on me before I could tell him about the ransom.
MARCO: What?!
VISSER THREE: So I guess that's just –
Crickets suddenly rain down from the ceiling.
CRICKETS: Cricket, cricket.
VISSER THREE: Get those crickets out of here!
VISSER THREE lops the DIRECTOR's head off. The crickets scatter.
VISSER THREE: That's much better. Now, where were we?
Before he could say another word, an insane red-tailed hawk flies out of nowhere and tears VISSER THREE's stalk eyes apart. A Bengal tiger jumps toward MARCO and unties him. The Animorphs escape yet again! Hooray!
The play ends, and the Animorphs celebrate at the post-play party.
By Portalkeeper87
A/N: Sorry, I know it's really stupid so far, but my brain had ceased functioning as a result of the post-winter break syndrome. Hopefully the rest of this story won't be as pointless and nutty.
FIVE
MARCO is in a dark place, with a dim red light source. The sound of water dripping is in the background, which is slowly starting to make him go nuts. MARCO is tied up with a wet piece of rope.
UNKNOWN VOICE: Mwahahaha!
MARCO: Uh, who is that?
UNKNOWN VOICE: It is I, Visser Three! Mwahahaha!
MARCO: Uh-oh.
Bright stadium lights suddenly turn on, illuminating the darkness. MARCO wishes they hadn't. Because now he can see where exactly he was.
MARCO: Uh, nice torture chamber you have here.
VISSER THREE: Yes, isn't it?
He gestures toward the pile of mutilated, blood corpses and stacks of bones. MARCO looks at the blood-soaked rope he is tied up with and gulps.
MARCO: Um, why exactly am I here?
VISSER THREE: Hmm, let's see. I'm holding you for the ransom of one blue box. If I don't get it by noon tomorrow, well, let's just say I'm going to have some fun with you.
MARCO: Did you tell my friends?
VISSER THREE: I called that pathetic excuse for a human…Jake was his name, I think, but he hung up on me before I could tell him about the ransom.
MARCO: What?!
VISSER THREE: So I guess that's just –
Crickets suddenly rain down from the ceiling.
CRICKETS: Cricket, cricket.
VISSER THREE: Get those crickets out of here!
VISSER THREE lops the DIRECTOR's head off. The crickets scatter.
VISSER THREE: That's much better. Now, where were we?
Before he could say another word, an insane red-tailed hawk flies out of nowhere and tears VISSER THREE's stalk eyes apart. A Bengal tiger jumps toward MARCO and unties him. The Animorphs escape yet again! Hooray!
The play ends, and the Animorphs celebrate at the post-play party.
