Disclaimer: I still don't own stuff. Hopefully, you may have figured that
out by now. I'm not feeling so good, mentally or physically and my
computer has been having some problems, so I might not update this for a
while.
Chapter 2: I Dream of Ghosties
Squee had been on this really big ship that the new scary aliens called the Massive for three days now. These aliens didn't run tests on him or probe him, but they said something about trying to find a planet for him to be a slave on. But until they could locate one, he was stuck in this cage. The unfamiliar surroundings were giving hijm nightmares. Last night, he dreamt that three aliens were searching the halls for the one that created them or something like that. They looked like the aliens that are currently holding him, but transparent. Like ghosts! The nightmares took their toll on his mentality.
Irken #1: What's that Earthling doing?
Irken #2: Thrashing around and screaming. What does it look like?
Squee: AAAHHH! The ghosts are coming to get me!
Irken #1: Looks like another one gone insane.
Irken #2: Off to the Insanity Ward.
______________________________________________________________________ That night, Squee was once again in a padded cell. This seemed to be a recurring theme for him. Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, Shmee talked to him again. Shmee: The door isn't locked, you know.
Squee: Do you really think the aliens are that stupid?
Shmee: Yes.
Squee: * walks over to the door and opens it *
Shmee: See, I told you! Now go get a flame-thrower and set the guy in the next cell on fire.
Squee: No, Shmee. No fires. * opens the door to the next room * Umm. hi! Who are you?
Jhonen: (A/N: I would have put some clever foreshadowing in, but I'm just so bad at that.) Squee, right?
Squee: How did you.
Jhonen: I guess I really AM insane. In the past three days, I've been abducted by characters of my own cartoon, made their leader because of some stupid height issue, but locked up in this padded cell. And now you! It's like everything I ever drew has come to life to haunt me!
Mysterious, tired voice: I'm not alive. "Well, I was until some stupid author put me in their idiotic fanfic. " His see-through form was very thin with black clothes, steel toed boots and several knives.
Jhonen: Johnny?
Chapter 2: I Dream of Ghosties
Squee had been on this really big ship that the new scary aliens called the Massive for three days now. These aliens didn't run tests on him or probe him, but they said something about trying to find a planet for him to be a slave on. But until they could locate one, he was stuck in this cage. The unfamiliar surroundings were giving hijm nightmares. Last night, he dreamt that three aliens were searching the halls for the one that created them or something like that. They looked like the aliens that are currently holding him, but transparent. Like ghosts! The nightmares took their toll on his mentality.
Irken #1: What's that Earthling doing?
Irken #2: Thrashing around and screaming. What does it look like?
Squee: AAAHHH! The ghosts are coming to get me!
Irken #1: Looks like another one gone insane.
Irken #2: Off to the Insanity Ward.
______________________________________________________________________ That night, Squee was once again in a padded cell. This seemed to be a recurring theme for him. Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, Shmee talked to him again. Shmee: The door isn't locked, you know.
Squee: Do you really think the aliens are that stupid?
Shmee: Yes.
Squee: * walks over to the door and opens it *
Shmee: See, I told you! Now go get a flame-thrower and set the guy in the next cell on fire.
Squee: No, Shmee. No fires. * opens the door to the next room * Umm. hi! Who are you?
Jhonen: (A/N: I would have put some clever foreshadowing in, but I'm just so bad at that.) Squee, right?
Squee: How did you.
Jhonen: I guess I really AM insane. In the past three days, I've been abducted by characters of my own cartoon, made their leader because of some stupid height issue, but locked up in this padded cell. And now you! It's like everything I ever drew has come to life to haunt me!
Mysterious, tired voice: I'm not alive. "Well, I was until some stupid author put me in their idiotic fanfic. " His see-through form was very thin with black clothes, steel toed boots and several knives.
Jhonen: Johnny?