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This is my Newest Big O fic. hope you like! -Enjoy-
Roger was rustling around under the sheets of the dim bedroom; it was Dorothy again, playing away. Her swift keying was annoying yet soothing to the black haired Negotiator. Roger slammed out of the door. Dorothy looked over, still playing, and the electronic gear noise come from her.
" Good you are awake Roger, Your breakfast is getting cold." Dorothy said in her frozen voice. Roger groused and walked back into the bedroom. He scratched his head then did a yawn/groan. He turned on the shower. The water ran down the drain in a swirling fashion. He took off his charcoal hued robe and hung it on the back of the door. Then removed his pajama shirt. Out of the shadows someone grabbed him around the chest. Roger struggled franticly. The quickly paced piano music Dorothy was playing covered the immense struggling and screams, the music just played in the background in a beautiful melody, syncing along with the kidnapping. A familiar laugh came from the lips of the criminal. Roger quickly thought, " That's Allen Gabriel's voice! But why is he kidnapping me??" Roger was restrained and then gagged. Allen then hit Roger's head with a marble soap dish. Crimson trickled from his head like rainwater. Roger was out cold, lying in his own blood. Allen zip-lined from the bedroom window to the neighboring building holding roger over his shoulder. Roger was gone. The shower still running, neither Norman nor Dorothy knew anything.
Dorothy had long since stopped playing the black piano. She drank her tea in the dinning room where Norman stood by Roger's chair, as usual.
" It is taking Master Roger a rather long time today, it has been an hour." "Perhaps Roger is trying to find something to wear." " Impossible! All of Roger's clothes are the same. " Oh, yes I forgot about his unfashionable style." " Well I am going to go check on him."
Norman walked out of the dinning area and Dorothy sipped the rest of her tea. The old-aged butler walked into the bedroom, to discover blood streaked across the floor, and a note. The note read: "Memories." Norman cried out.
" Oh Dear God!" " What is it Norman?" " Master Roger has been kidnapped.for his memories."
Norman dropped the note and it fluttered down to the floor onto the streak of blood.
Act 1 End.
Alright, this isn't going to be some cheesy story like I believe it was act 20 where Beck Gold kidnaps Roger and makes the funny little "go-cart" Roger..please do correct me.. Because my favorite episode.Stripes ((dances)) I believe was 19.. Oh well tell me what you think!! I will update soon.I SAID SOON!
This is my Newest Big O fic. hope you like! -Enjoy-
Roger was rustling around under the sheets of the dim bedroom; it was Dorothy again, playing away. Her swift keying was annoying yet soothing to the black haired Negotiator. Roger slammed out of the door. Dorothy looked over, still playing, and the electronic gear noise come from her.
" Good you are awake Roger, Your breakfast is getting cold." Dorothy said in her frozen voice. Roger groused and walked back into the bedroom. He scratched his head then did a yawn/groan. He turned on the shower. The water ran down the drain in a swirling fashion. He took off his charcoal hued robe and hung it on the back of the door. Then removed his pajama shirt. Out of the shadows someone grabbed him around the chest. Roger struggled franticly. The quickly paced piano music Dorothy was playing covered the immense struggling and screams, the music just played in the background in a beautiful melody, syncing along with the kidnapping. A familiar laugh came from the lips of the criminal. Roger quickly thought, " That's Allen Gabriel's voice! But why is he kidnapping me??" Roger was restrained and then gagged. Allen then hit Roger's head with a marble soap dish. Crimson trickled from his head like rainwater. Roger was out cold, lying in his own blood. Allen zip-lined from the bedroom window to the neighboring building holding roger over his shoulder. Roger was gone. The shower still running, neither Norman nor Dorothy knew anything.
Dorothy had long since stopped playing the black piano. She drank her tea in the dinning room where Norman stood by Roger's chair, as usual.
" It is taking Master Roger a rather long time today, it has been an hour." "Perhaps Roger is trying to find something to wear." " Impossible! All of Roger's clothes are the same. " Oh, yes I forgot about his unfashionable style." " Well I am going to go check on him."
Norman walked out of the dinning area and Dorothy sipped the rest of her tea. The old-aged butler walked into the bedroom, to discover blood streaked across the floor, and a note. The note read: "Memories." Norman cried out.
" Oh Dear God!" " What is it Norman?" " Master Roger has been kidnapped.for his memories."
Norman dropped the note and it fluttered down to the floor onto the streak of blood.
Act 1 End.
Alright, this isn't going to be some cheesy story like I believe it was act 20 where Beck Gold kidnaps Roger and makes the funny little "go-cart" Roger..please do correct me.. Because my favorite episode.Stripes ((dances)) I believe was 19.. Oh well tell me what you think!! I will update soon.I SAID SOON!