Disclaimer: Sorry about the first chapter being so...short. The other
chapters WILL be longer. Have no worries :) ONCE AGAIN, do not sue me, I do
not own any one in this story...well, maybe people that I make up along the
way just to fill in small parts, nothing big. I do own this fic though :)
but, if you decide to sue me, all you will get now is this lint from my
pocket.
A/N: Aha! I actually have an authors not this time!...but I forget what it is at this moment...curse my short-term memory...
Chapter 2
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"This-This can't be right." Larry muttered, typing something else into the keyboard, but the same message came up.
"Well, it looks like we're going into your past bucko." Tudrussel said, punching Otto lightly on his shoulder.
"Yay..." Otto said quietly, as they steeped inside the portal.
Larry, still muttering, opened a part of his left arm, and pushed in the year. They were gone in a flash of light.
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New York City, New York, 1999
A young boy sat in his crumbling room that he shared with 5 other children. There was only 2 beds, a chair made out of rickety-wooden poles, and a dull light bulb hanging from the ceiling furnishing the room. The walls were falling apart, the floor had no rug, and the ceiling looked like it might fall in at any second.
"Otto!" An older lady shouted into the room, "Get downstairs RIGHT NOW! It's lunch time!"
Otto threw his History book aside, and scurried down the broken stairs into the lunch room. He sat down at the crooked table, as another elderly woman handed him a bowl full of what apeared to be oatmeal. He wasn't quite sure though, but he was hungry. His next meal wouldn't be until tomorow, this time of day. He dipped his finger into the mess, and licked it clean. He didn't really care how it tasted, as long as it was food.
A few minutes later, he was back up in his room, while every one else was outside. He heard footsteps coming up to his room. He threw the book under his torn and holey grey blanket, and tried to act like he was just getting something from his room quick.
"What's this?" The same older lady as before yelled, barging into his room, "Why aren't you outside you little runt?"
"I w-was just.."
She grabbed his arm and dangled him in the air, 'I've told you before you stupid boy, YOU GO OUTSIDE WITH EVERYONE ELSE!" She hissed at him, and threw him across the room.
"Now, get out there." She said, and left.
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"Where are we?" Tudrussel asked, staring at the run-down building in front of them where they had been transported.
"Home." Otto replied simply. He didn't want to go in, not ever again.
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You know how it works, the button calls for you, you call back (if you're insane. Like me. I talk back to it.), then you click it. You type in a reply, and I make happy sounds. Unless they're flames. Then I will point at you and laugh. Then I will use it to make a campfire, and catch my sandals on fire...again...
A/N: Aha! I actually have an authors not this time!...but I forget what it is at this moment...curse my short-term memory...
Chapter 2
_____________________
"This-This can't be right." Larry muttered, typing something else into the keyboard, but the same message came up.
"Well, it looks like we're going into your past bucko." Tudrussel said, punching Otto lightly on his shoulder.
"Yay..." Otto said quietly, as they steeped inside the portal.
Larry, still muttering, opened a part of his left arm, and pushed in the year. They were gone in a flash of light.
___________________
New York City, New York, 1999
A young boy sat in his crumbling room that he shared with 5 other children. There was only 2 beds, a chair made out of rickety-wooden poles, and a dull light bulb hanging from the ceiling furnishing the room. The walls were falling apart, the floor had no rug, and the ceiling looked like it might fall in at any second.
"Otto!" An older lady shouted into the room, "Get downstairs RIGHT NOW! It's lunch time!"
Otto threw his History book aside, and scurried down the broken stairs into the lunch room. He sat down at the crooked table, as another elderly woman handed him a bowl full of what apeared to be oatmeal. He wasn't quite sure though, but he was hungry. His next meal wouldn't be until tomorow, this time of day. He dipped his finger into the mess, and licked it clean. He didn't really care how it tasted, as long as it was food.
A few minutes later, he was back up in his room, while every one else was outside. He heard footsteps coming up to his room. He threw the book under his torn and holey grey blanket, and tried to act like he was just getting something from his room quick.
"What's this?" The same older lady as before yelled, barging into his room, "Why aren't you outside you little runt?"
"I w-was just.."
She grabbed his arm and dangled him in the air, 'I've told you before you stupid boy, YOU GO OUTSIDE WITH EVERYONE ELSE!" She hissed at him, and threw him across the room.
"Now, get out there." She said, and left.
_________________________
"Where are we?" Tudrussel asked, staring at the run-down building in front of them where they had been transported.
"Home." Otto replied simply. He didn't want to go in, not ever again.
__________
You know how it works, the button calls for you, you call back (if you're insane. Like me. I talk back to it.), then you click it. You type in a reply, and I make happy sounds. Unless they're flames. Then I will point at you and laugh. Then I will use it to make a campfire, and catch my sandals on fire...again...