Summary: Same as before, y'know, the one from last chapter
Hi again! Wow, this was kind of quick...amazing...
Isaac: ::holds up a sign that says "I'm impressed"::
This is for all of you FBMs.
Garet: Fans of a Blonde Midget, in case you didn't know.
Alright, on with the story!
Chapter 3: The Fate of Things Left in the Hall at Isaac's House
Ivan dashed back up the stairs, and into Isaac's room, where the
girls were...
Talking to Isaac.
"Isaac, you're a guy," Jenna whined.
He looked at her nervously. "Last time I checked..."
"Well, we need to know what you look for in a girl," Menardi said
happily. "Which one of us do you like the most?"
They all leaned in and smiled prettily. Isaac was at a loss.
"Well, Jenna, you're more like my sister than anything so...no. Mia,
you're a friend. Sorry. Menardi, you look like you have a bad sunburn.
Karst, you do too, but you're also just plain scary. Now, Sheba isn't
too bad..."
"Oh, sure, pick the blonde with the normal skin," Menardi huffed.
"Why did we ever ask YOU?" Karst pushed him off the bed. "Get
out of here."
"But it's my room," Isaac protested weakly. Ivan retreated to
the door frame, and lay in wait.
"It's not anymore!"
Ivan couldn't see what was going on anymore, just hear a lot of
crashing sounds and Isaac making noises of pain.
"Ow! OW! Okay, OKAY! I'm LEAVING!" the Venus Adept stomped to
the door. Just as he left the room, smoking slightly, Ivan tackled him,
pointing the head of his staff right inbetween his eyes.
"Alright, where are they?" he hissed.
"Huh?" Isaac gave him a mystified look.
"AH HA! The innocent act never works with ME! I INVENTED the
innocent act! Alex tried the exact same thing! And it didn't work for
HIM either!" Ivan cackled. "Now you show your true colors, Isaac.
You're evil. EVIL!!!!"
"Ivan, Alex isn't evil, and neither am I," Isaac said calmly and
rationally, despite the fact that a big stick was about to be jammed
through his face. "Now, tell me exactly what you're talking about, and
maybe then I can help you. But first, GET OFF OF ME."
"Oh, okay," Ivan stood and helped Isaac to his feet, then pointed
his staff at his chest. "Where are my fluffy purple slippers? What have
you done with them?"
"The fluffy purple slippers that were in the hall?" Isaac asked.
"Yes, the fluffy purple slippers that were in the hall!" Ivan
poked him. "What have you done with my fluffy purple slippers? I WANT
MY FLUFFY PURPLE SLIPPERS!!!!!!"
"Ivan...I was cleaning up, so I put them in the laundry basket,"
Isaac said. "My mom said she threw them away."
Silence.
"Ivan?"
More silence.
"Ivan?"
And still more silence.
"IVAN!!!"
Ivan dropped to his knees, threw back his head, and let loose a
scream that could be heard all over Vale.
"MY SLIPPERS!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"
Isaac waited until he had stopped screaming to say something.
"Well, I'm sorry, Ivan. You shouldn't have left them in the hall. I'm
sure that if my mom HADN'T of thrown them away, then Karst or Menardi
would have found them and destroyed them with one of their attacks." He
looked over in the direction of his room. "They can sure be scary
sometimes..."
"My slippers," Ivan whispered, clutching his staff. "My
wonderful, beautiful fluffy purple slippers...how can they be gone?
How?"
"I'm really sorry, Ivan," Isaac shrugged. "But they're just
slippers, and next time you'll know not to leave junk out in the hall."
"My slippers..." Ivan sobbed. "Nooooo...."
No fear, this is NOT the end! Chapter 4 is coming soon!
Ivan: And it's good!
Hope all of you FBMs and non-FBMs enjoyed this!
Ivan: Of course they did! It's about me!
For being a Blonde Midget you sure have one heck of an ego.
Ivan: No I don't, I'm just loved.
Whatever. R&R, or you'll never hear from me again!
Hi again! Wow, this was kind of quick...amazing...
Isaac: ::holds up a sign that says "I'm impressed"::
This is for all of you FBMs.
Garet: Fans of a Blonde Midget, in case you didn't know.
Alright, on with the story!
Chapter 3: The Fate of Things Left in the Hall at Isaac's House
Ivan dashed back up the stairs, and into Isaac's room, where the
girls were...
Talking to Isaac.
"Isaac, you're a guy," Jenna whined.
He looked at her nervously. "Last time I checked..."
"Well, we need to know what you look for in a girl," Menardi said
happily. "Which one of us do you like the most?"
They all leaned in and smiled prettily. Isaac was at a loss.
"Well, Jenna, you're more like my sister than anything so...no. Mia,
you're a friend. Sorry. Menardi, you look like you have a bad sunburn.
Karst, you do too, but you're also just plain scary. Now, Sheba isn't
too bad..."
"Oh, sure, pick the blonde with the normal skin," Menardi huffed.
"Why did we ever ask YOU?" Karst pushed him off the bed. "Get
out of here."
"But it's my room," Isaac protested weakly. Ivan retreated to
the door frame, and lay in wait.
"It's not anymore!"
Ivan couldn't see what was going on anymore, just hear a lot of
crashing sounds and Isaac making noises of pain.
"Ow! OW! Okay, OKAY! I'm LEAVING!" the Venus Adept stomped to
the door. Just as he left the room, smoking slightly, Ivan tackled him,
pointing the head of his staff right inbetween his eyes.
"Alright, where are they?" he hissed.
"Huh?" Isaac gave him a mystified look.
"AH HA! The innocent act never works with ME! I INVENTED the
innocent act! Alex tried the exact same thing! And it didn't work for
HIM either!" Ivan cackled. "Now you show your true colors, Isaac.
You're evil. EVIL!!!!"
"Ivan, Alex isn't evil, and neither am I," Isaac said calmly and
rationally, despite the fact that a big stick was about to be jammed
through his face. "Now, tell me exactly what you're talking about, and
maybe then I can help you. But first, GET OFF OF ME."
"Oh, okay," Ivan stood and helped Isaac to his feet, then pointed
his staff at his chest. "Where are my fluffy purple slippers? What have
you done with them?"
"The fluffy purple slippers that were in the hall?" Isaac asked.
"Yes, the fluffy purple slippers that were in the hall!" Ivan
poked him. "What have you done with my fluffy purple slippers? I WANT
MY FLUFFY PURPLE SLIPPERS!!!!!!"
"Ivan...I was cleaning up, so I put them in the laundry basket,"
Isaac said. "My mom said she threw them away."
Silence.
"Ivan?"
More silence.
"Ivan?"
And still more silence.
"IVAN!!!"
Ivan dropped to his knees, threw back his head, and let loose a
scream that could be heard all over Vale.
"MY SLIPPERS!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"
Isaac waited until he had stopped screaming to say something.
"Well, I'm sorry, Ivan. You shouldn't have left them in the hall. I'm
sure that if my mom HADN'T of thrown them away, then Karst or Menardi
would have found them and destroyed them with one of their attacks." He
looked over in the direction of his room. "They can sure be scary
sometimes..."
"My slippers," Ivan whispered, clutching his staff. "My
wonderful, beautiful fluffy purple slippers...how can they be gone?
How?"
"I'm really sorry, Ivan," Isaac shrugged. "But they're just
slippers, and next time you'll know not to leave junk out in the hall."
"My slippers..." Ivan sobbed. "Nooooo...."
No fear, this is NOT the end! Chapter 4 is coming soon!
Ivan: And it's good!
Hope all of you FBMs and non-FBMs enjoyed this!
Ivan: Of course they did! It's about me!
For being a Blonde Midget you sure have one heck of an ego.
Ivan: No I don't, I'm just loved.
Whatever. R&R, or you'll never hear from me again!