Chapter Two: A Growing Friendship.
"Oh!" Trowa yelled out in frustration, this donkey was beginning to become a nuisience.
"Where do, uh, I sleep?" the donkey asked, (Author's Note: From now on, if you havn't guessed who he is, too bad, because it's Duo, and I'm going to use his name now ~_^), as he looked around the small dwelling of the ogre.
"Outside!" Trowa yelled at him pointing to the open door which they had both just run through.
"Oh, well, I guess that's cool. I mean, I don't know you, and you don't know me, so I guess outside is best, you know," he said sniffling, "here I go. Good night. I mean, I do like the outdoors. I'm a donkey. I was born outside. I'll just be sitting by myself outside, I guess. You know. By myself, outside. I'm all alone. There's no one here beside me," Duo said rambling on about this, trying to, obviously, make Trowa feel bad.
After a while, when the sun had set, Trowa went about his routine, getting ready for his dinner, alone, as usual. Though he found it darker than normal, not that that would bother him much, or it wouldn't usually. So, he lit an earwax candle on his table, just a small flame, so he could see his food. Then, he heard a noise and he turned to look at the door that had been shut all afternoon since he had come home with the annoying donkey, Duo.
"I thought I told you to stay outside," Trowa yelled out at him.
"I am outside," Duo stated firmly back to him. Trowa growled and stood up, he couldn't stand that donkey, it was going to have to go. He had turned towards the door, then stopped, there was that nosie again. He turned back towards the table he had just been sitting at.
"Well, gents. It's a far cry from the farm, but what choice do we have?" a small voice said and a small white mouse, with, sunglasses?, stepped out onto the table, in Trowa's view.
"It's not home, but it'll do just fine," another one said as it too appeared and Trowa began to grow impatient at this, what was going on? Why were these mice in his home?
"What a lovely bed," a third one stated bouncing on what looked to be...cheese? Though it lasted only a moment for Trowa grabbed out to catch the tiny white offender.
"Got ya" Trowa yelled, then opened his hand, where had it gone, he'd been sure he'd caught the annoying thing. Then, it was on his shoulder, sniffing at his ear, (antenna whatever it is*shrugs*)
"I found some cheese" it said and bit into his green ear.
"Ow!" Trowa yelled out.
"Blah! Awful stuff" it stated then it hopped down onto the table where one of them was tripping around the other standing there and listening to his voice.
"Is that you, Gorder?" one of them asked.
"How did you know?" the other one, that had bit his ear, had asked. Trowa, who was now beyond fed up with these anticts grabbed the three of them up by their tails and glared at them.
"Enough! What are you doing in my house?" he asked them loudly then was pushed forward as something hit his back. He turned around to look at his table to see what had been pushed into him and his mouth fell open. Chaos, that was what his quiet home had turned into, and he could only imagine the cause of it.
"Hey! Oh, no, no, no. Dead broad off the table" he said pushing the coffin of the girl away from him. Though the tiny men who had pushed her there began to push back.
"Where are we supposed to put her? The bed's taken" the dwarves said at the same time, as if they were the same person.
"Huh?" Trowa asked then stormed towards his bedroom. All it was was a simple curtain used to divide the bed from the rest of his house, not that he needed it, there was no need for privacy, usually he was the only one here. And that was how he liked things to be. When he opened the curtain he found a wolf, wearing a purple night shirt and old woman's cap laying in his bed, HIS bed.
"What?" the wolf asked. Though Trowa gave him no answer he merely rambled onto himself as he held the wolf up by the scruff of his neck and began marching towards the door of his house to throw him out, all the others soon to follow.
"I live in a swamp. I put up signs. I'm a terrifying ogre! What do I have to do to get a little privacy?" he yelled as he through the wolf out of the house. Then his mouth fell open, he was starting to hate surprises such as the ones he was getting today. More than he had ever wanted in his entire life. His home, his swamp, was full of fairy tale creatures of all kinds, camped out right in front of his house. Now what was going on?
"Oh, no. Oh, no. No! No! What? What are you doing in my swamp?" Trowa yelled, his voice echoing throughout thesurrounding swamp area causing all the other fairtail creatures to go silent, the only ones who dared to speak at the moment were the dwarves, but that didn't last very long, because Trowa once again yelled out at the group frozen with fear.
"All right, get out of here. All of you, move it! Come on! Let's go! Hapaya! Hapaya! Hey!" he yelled motioning for them to get out of his way. Though the dwarves were the first ones to move, into his house that was.
"No, no! No, no. Not there. Not there. Oh!" he said letting out an exhausted sigh as he turned and glared at Duo who was staning there, almost as surprised as Trowa was at their arrival in the swamp.
"Hey, don't look at me. I didn't invite them," Duo said as he backed away from Trowa seeing the glare that had turned on him, and it was more than obvious that Trowa was in an anti-social mood.
"Oh, gosh, no one invited us," the little wooden puppet said, as he looked between Duo and Trowa.
"What?" Shrek asked, a bit clamer, though it wasn't much of an improvement from his anger.
"We were forced to come here" the puppet said then backed away from Shrek.
"By who?" Shrek ordered his temper flaring once more.
"Lord Trieze (AKA Lord Farquaad). He huffed und he puffed und he... signed an eviction notice," one of the three little pigs sighed and turned to his two brothers.
"All right. Who knows where this Farquaad guy is?" Trowa asked looking about the crowd. He figured it was the only way to get his swamp back, nice and quiet, and slimy.
"Oh, I do. I know where he is" Duo said raising his hand
"Does anyone else know where to find him? Anyone at all?" he asked again trying to ignore Duo.
"Me! Me!" Duo said again.
"Anyone?"
"Oh! Oh, pick me! Oh, I know! I know! Me, me!"
"Okay, fine. Attention, all fairy tale things. Do not get comfortable. Your welcome is officially worn out. In fact, I'm gonna see this guy Farquaad right now... and get you all off my land and back where you came from! Oh! You! You're comin' with me," Trowa said with a sigh as he turned and walked through the crowd, not bothering to look back, the sight would only disturb him again and make his temper flare up once more.
"All right, that's what I like to hear, man. Trowa and Duo, two stalwart friends, off on a whirlwind big-city adventure. I love it! On the road again" Duo started to sing. "Sing it with me, Shrek. I can't wait to get on the road again."
"What did I say about singing?" Trowa asked annoyed as he looked to his 'companion'.
"Can I whistle?" Duo asked looking up at him with wide eyes.
"No." Trowa said flatly.
"Can I hum it?"
"All right, hum it"
"Oh!" Trowa yelled out in frustration, this donkey was beginning to become a nuisience.
"Where do, uh, I sleep?" the donkey asked, (Author's Note: From now on, if you havn't guessed who he is, too bad, because it's Duo, and I'm going to use his name now ~_^), as he looked around the small dwelling of the ogre.
"Outside!" Trowa yelled at him pointing to the open door which they had both just run through.
"Oh, well, I guess that's cool. I mean, I don't know you, and you don't know me, so I guess outside is best, you know," he said sniffling, "here I go. Good night. I mean, I do like the outdoors. I'm a donkey. I was born outside. I'll just be sitting by myself outside, I guess. You know. By myself, outside. I'm all alone. There's no one here beside me," Duo said rambling on about this, trying to, obviously, make Trowa feel bad.
After a while, when the sun had set, Trowa went about his routine, getting ready for his dinner, alone, as usual. Though he found it darker than normal, not that that would bother him much, or it wouldn't usually. So, he lit an earwax candle on his table, just a small flame, so he could see his food. Then, he heard a noise and he turned to look at the door that had been shut all afternoon since he had come home with the annoying donkey, Duo.
"I thought I told you to stay outside," Trowa yelled out at him.
"I am outside," Duo stated firmly back to him. Trowa growled and stood up, he couldn't stand that donkey, it was going to have to go. He had turned towards the door, then stopped, there was that nosie again. He turned back towards the table he had just been sitting at.
"Well, gents. It's a far cry from the farm, but what choice do we have?" a small voice said and a small white mouse, with, sunglasses?, stepped out onto the table, in Trowa's view.
"It's not home, but it'll do just fine," another one said as it too appeared and Trowa began to grow impatient at this, what was going on? Why were these mice in his home?
"What a lovely bed," a third one stated bouncing on what looked to be...cheese? Though it lasted only a moment for Trowa grabbed out to catch the tiny white offender.
"Got ya" Trowa yelled, then opened his hand, where had it gone, he'd been sure he'd caught the annoying thing. Then, it was on his shoulder, sniffing at his ear, (antenna whatever it is*shrugs*)
"I found some cheese" it said and bit into his green ear.
"Ow!" Trowa yelled out.
"Blah! Awful stuff" it stated then it hopped down onto the table where one of them was tripping around the other standing there and listening to his voice.
"Is that you, Gorder?" one of them asked.
"How did you know?" the other one, that had bit his ear, had asked. Trowa, who was now beyond fed up with these anticts grabbed the three of them up by their tails and glared at them.
"Enough! What are you doing in my house?" he asked them loudly then was pushed forward as something hit his back. He turned around to look at his table to see what had been pushed into him and his mouth fell open. Chaos, that was what his quiet home had turned into, and he could only imagine the cause of it.
"Hey! Oh, no, no, no. Dead broad off the table" he said pushing the coffin of the girl away from him. Though the tiny men who had pushed her there began to push back.
"Where are we supposed to put her? The bed's taken" the dwarves said at the same time, as if they were the same person.
"Huh?" Trowa asked then stormed towards his bedroom. All it was was a simple curtain used to divide the bed from the rest of his house, not that he needed it, there was no need for privacy, usually he was the only one here. And that was how he liked things to be. When he opened the curtain he found a wolf, wearing a purple night shirt and old woman's cap laying in his bed, HIS bed.
"What?" the wolf asked. Though Trowa gave him no answer he merely rambled onto himself as he held the wolf up by the scruff of his neck and began marching towards the door of his house to throw him out, all the others soon to follow.
"I live in a swamp. I put up signs. I'm a terrifying ogre! What do I have to do to get a little privacy?" he yelled as he through the wolf out of the house. Then his mouth fell open, he was starting to hate surprises such as the ones he was getting today. More than he had ever wanted in his entire life. His home, his swamp, was full of fairy tale creatures of all kinds, camped out right in front of his house. Now what was going on?
"Oh, no. Oh, no. No! No! What? What are you doing in my swamp?" Trowa yelled, his voice echoing throughout thesurrounding swamp area causing all the other fairtail creatures to go silent, the only ones who dared to speak at the moment were the dwarves, but that didn't last very long, because Trowa once again yelled out at the group frozen with fear.
"All right, get out of here. All of you, move it! Come on! Let's go! Hapaya! Hapaya! Hey!" he yelled motioning for them to get out of his way. Though the dwarves were the first ones to move, into his house that was.
"No, no! No, no. Not there. Not there. Oh!" he said letting out an exhausted sigh as he turned and glared at Duo who was staning there, almost as surprised as Trowa was at their arrival in the swamp.
"Hey, don't look at me. I didn't invite them," Duo said as he backed away from Trowa seeing the glare that had turned on him, and it was more than obvious that Trowa was in an anti-social mood.
"Oh, gosh, no one invited us," the little wooden puppet said, as he looked between Duo and Trowa.
"What?" Shrek asked, a bit clamer, though it wasn't much of an improvement from his anger.
"We were forced to come here" the puppet said then backed away from Shrek.
"By who?" Shrek ordered his temper flaring once more.
"Lord Trieze (AKA Lord Farquaad). He huffed und he puffed und he... signed an eviction notice," one of the three little pigs sighed and turned to his two brothers.
"All right. Who knows where this Farquaad guy is?" Trowa asked looking about the crowd. He figured it was the only way to get his swamp back, nice and quiet, and slimy.
"Oh, I do. I know where he is" Duo said raising his hand
"Does anyone else know where to find him? Anyone at all?" he asked again trying to ignore Duo.
"Me! Me!" Duo said again.
"Anyone?"
"Oh! Oh, pick me! Oh, I know! I know! Me, me!"
"Okay, fine. Attention, all fairy tale things. Do not get comfortable. Your welcome is officially worn out. In fact, I'm gonna see this guy Farquaad right now... and get you all off my land and back where you came from! Oh! You! You're comin' with me," Trowa said with a sigh as he turned and walked through the crowd, not bothering to look back, the sight would only disturb him again and make his temper flare up once more.
"All right, that's what I like to hear, man. Trowa and Duo, two stalwart friends, off on a whirlwind big-city adventure. I love it! On the road again" Duo started to sing. "Sing it with me, Shrek. I can't wait to get on the road again."
"What did I say about singing?" Trowa asked annoyed as he looked to his 'companion'.
"Can I whistle?" Duo asked looking up at him with wide eyes.
"No." Trowa said flatly.
"Can I hum it?"
"All right, hum it"