Quick note from the author: A lot of people are curious about us Odd Peeps, I'll put up a link to some better profile pages soon. I'm too lazy right now =P
"I...cry...when angels deserve to.." Dripz eerily whispered the words to her favorite song. Slowly she placed her arm cannon to her cheek, closed one eye, and stuck her tounge out of the corner of her mouth. "DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Her high-pitched voice screamed out the last words as she fired a muffin at her target. It hit with a slight clang and a grunt.
"Ow..What the...?" Drix took the freshly-fired muffin from the ground and inspected it, gingerly rubbing the back of his head with his cannon.
"Eeheehee..." Dripz stifled a giggle as she loaded a second muffin. This time, Drix saw it coming and ducked out of the way. It hit the person behind him, knocking them to the ground with a half-scream. The cold pill turned and entered the alley, where the Kirby-Pill hovered, cowled in the shadows. She was much smaller than Drix, but she didn't allow that to stop her. Taking a deep breath, she created a vacum to pull Drix right into her mouth (After all, she is part Kirby). A few seconds elapsed, then she spat her "rival" back out.
"Wondering what just happened, Drixie ol' pal?" Dripz grinned as she pulled out another muffin, this time it was coated in ice. "Just borrowin' some power. Sorry about this, but Frank ain't big enough for two pills." Drix never got a chance to reply as the ice muffin struck him, coating him in a thick layer of ice. Dripz pushed his frozen form deeper into the alley, turned, and floated out of the alley. When she had exited, she curiously turned over the one that she had accidently struck, she gasped.
~*~
"Wonder what's in here?" Terrick made use of his tail spade to pick at the lock of a room somewhere in the brain. He was rewarded with a click and the door creaked open.
~*~
All around the room there were hormones standing, sitting, and walking around. Some were carrying on conversations, while others stayed on their own. Terrick quickly stepped outside the door and looked to what it read on the sign: "Pituitary Gland" Not bothering to close the door, he took off down the hall, feeling like a watermelon in a feild of apples.
~*~
Thrax sat at a table for two at a nearby coffee shop, gently sipping some tea as if waiting for someone else. Eventually, he did come. The one he was waiting for looked just like him, only taller, meaner, and lacking the accent. He sat down in a huff, glaring to his counterpart.
"Ah, Demonclaw...I've been expecting you." Thrax slowly lifted his head up, away from the tea.
"Spare yer breath, Thrax. For th' longest time I've done everything while you clamied all thr credit for it. I sank that saliva boat, I raided tha Hypothalmus, I narrowly escaped getting fried by some White Blood Cell, and who is it that I hear about? Thrax! Not Demonclaw! I hate to tell you this, but I'm outta here!" He knocked over the chair he was leaning against and stomped off. Thrax shrugged, he never was the one for violence, anyway.
"I...cry...when angels deserve to.." Dripz eerily whispered the words to her favorite song. Slowly she placed her arm cannon to her cheek, closed one eye, and stuck her tounge out of the corner of her mouth. "DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Her high-pitched voice screamed out the last words as she fired a muffin at her target. It hit with a slight clang and a grunt.
"Ow..What the...?" Drix took the freshly-fired muffin from the ground and inspected it, gingerly rubbing the back of his head with his cannon.
"Eeheehee..." Dripz stifled a giggle as she loaded a second muffin. This time, Drix saw it coming and ducked out of the way. It hit the person behind him, knocking them to the ground with a half-scream. The cold pill turned and entered the alley, where the Kirby-Pill hovered, cowled in the shadows. She was much smaller than Drix, but she didn't allow that to stop her. Taking a deep breath, she created a vacum to pull Drix right into her mouth (After all, she is part Kirby). A few seconds elapsed, then she spat her "rival" back out.
"Wondering what just happened, Drixie ol' pal?" Dripz grinned as she pulled out another muffin, this time it was coated in ice. "Just borrowin' some power. Sorry about this, but Frank ain't big enough for two pills." Drix never got a chance to reply as the ice muffin struck him, coating him in a thick layer of ice. Dripz pushed his frozen form deeper into the alley, turned, and floated out of the alley. When she had exited, she curiously turned over the one that she had accidently struck, she gasped.
~*~
"Wonder what's in here?" Terrick made use of his tail spade to pick at the lock of a room somewhere in the brain. He was rewarded with a click and the door creaked open.
~*~
All around the room there were hormones standing, sitting, and walking around. Some were carrying on conversations, while others stayed on their own. Terrick quickly stepped outside the door and looked to what it read on the sign: "Pituitary Gland" Not bothering to close the door, he took off down the hall, feeling like a watermelon in a feild of apples.
~*~
Thrax sat at a table for two at a nearby coffee shop, gently sipping some tea as if waiting for someone else. Eventually, he did come. The one he was waiting for looked just like him, only taller, meaner, and lacking the accent. He sat down in a huff, glaring to his counterpart.
"Ah, Demonclaw...I've been expecting you." Thrax slowly lifted his head up, away from the tea.
"Spare yer breath, Thrax. For th' longest time I've done everything while you clamied all thr credit for it. I sank that saliva boat, I raided tha Hypothalmus, I narrowly escaped getting fried by some White Blood Cell, and who is it that I hear about? Thrax! Not Demonclaw! I hate to tell you this, but I'm outta here!" He knocked over the chair he was leaning against and stomped off. Thrax shrugged, he never was the one for violence, anyway.
