Yes, it's that special time again --- it's my turn to write a chapter (I am
K :( and I also wrote the extremely strange first chapter). Here we go
ya'll.
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CHAPTER FOUR
After signing in 76,934 extremely important places on the devil's contract, Sally's pen ran out of glittery ink. The devil said, "Oh, that's okay, I think I have your signature enough times anyway."
"Why did I have to fill that whole thing out??" asked Sally. "Most of it was just repeating!"
"Well, this is Hell. And from now on, you'd better get used to doing things 76,934 times, because you just sold me your soul." He let out a laugh quite reminiscent of Barney's that usually brought anyone listening to their knees, but Sally just stared at him, unimpressed.
"Hello, that's what I meant to do...now when do I get my magic?"
The devil regained his composure.
"Well, you can't get it yet."
"WHAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT??????""""
Fire came out of Sally's nostrils and lit the devil's poofy pink poodle rug on fire. He stared in shock as that cute little doggy face burned into ashes, then turned his gaze of hatred upon Sally.
"Patience is a virtue, and one that we especially value here. It takes time to get the things you want. And to help you understand this, I think you need a little vacation...yeeeeeeees, that's exactly what you need.."
Sally knew that she needed to escape, and she did. Well, she tried to. Because as soon as she turned around to sprint out of Hell's door (running in Miss Kooper's gym-class-of-your-nightmares has made her very speedy indeed), she tripped over someone's foot. At this exact second, the Devil hit Sally with a spell and her world turned into a fiery vortex. She frantically grabbed on to the foot of the poor being she had knocked over, and squeezed it like itwas Leggyloo's neck. (You remember Leggyloo, don't you? You don't? Well, you should be ashamed of yourself). The creature let out a strangled cry, but Sally hung on even tighter. The sound of the devil's Barney-ish laughter filled the air, and Sally thought she could hear the voices of slap-happy little kids singing along with him. How she hated slap-happy kids! Sally let out a scream of agony. Just when she thought their joyful laughter would rip her ice-cold heart apart, everything stopped. No sound. No movement. No pain.
Sally opened her eyes and looked around.
She took in the sand, the tropical trees, and the vast expanse of blue- green ocean. The scent of exotic flowers upon the air and the flashy feathers of the brightly-colored birds that floated over her.
Ha, she thought derisively. I'll be able to get out of this place in 5 minutes, using that magic-free spell the witch taught me (yes, there are such things as magic free spells. Go with the flow, okay?)
And then she realized her cramped hand was still holding on the person she had knocked down. She let out a snotty sigh. "Well, you loser, this spell is only for one and I'm leaving so g..."
But Sally would never utter the "oodbye" that was next meant to come from her evil lips. For she had finally gotten a good look at who was laying next to her in the sand.
It was none other than Gimli, son of Gloin.
Sally's eyes rolled up into her head, and she lost all consciousness for the first time.
(YES I KNOW I AM A FREAK PLEASE JUST KEEP READING IT WILL GET MUCH MUCHO BETTER WHEN C AND M ADD TO IT!)
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CHAPTER FOUR
After signing in 76,934 extremely important places on the devil's contract, Sally's pen ran out of glittery ink. The devil said, "Oh, that's okay, I think I have your signature enough times anyway."
"Why did I have to fill that whole thing out??" asked Sally. "Most of it was just repeating!"
"Well, this is Hell. And from now on, you'd better get used to doing things 76,934 times, because you just sold me your soul." He let out a laugh quite reminiscent of Barney's that usually brought anyone listening to their knees, but Sally just stared at him, unimpressed.
"Hello, that's what I meant to do...now when do I get my magic?"
The devil regained his composure.
"Well, you can't get it yet."
"WHAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT??????""""
Fire came out of Sally's nostrils and lit the devil's poofy pink poodle rug on fire. He stared in shock as that cute little doggy face burned into ashes, then turned his gaze of hatred upon Sally.
"Patience is a virtue, and one that we especially value here. It takes time to get the things you want. And to help you understand this, I think you need a little vacation...yeeeeeeees, that's exactly what you need.."
Sally knew that she needed to escape, and she did. Well, she tried to. Because as soon as she turned around to sprint out of Hell's door (running in Miss Kooper's gym-class-of-your-nightmares has made her very speedy indeed), she tripped over someone's foot. At this exact second, the Devil hit Sally with a spell and her world turned into a fiery vortex. She frantically grabbed on to the foot of the poor being she had knocked over, and squeezed it like itwas Leggyloo's neck. (You remember Leggyloo, don't you? You don't? Well, you should be ashamed of yourself). The creature let out a strangled cry, but Sally hung on even tighter. The sound of the devil's Barney-ish laughter filled the air, and Sally thought she could hear the voices of slap-happy little kids singing along with him. How she hated slap-happy kids! Sally let out a scream of agony. Just when she thought their joyful laughter would rip her ice-cold heart apart, everything stopped. No sound. No movement. No pain.
Sally opened her eyes and looked around.
She took in the sand, the tropical trees, and the vast expanse of blue- green ocean. The scent of exotic flowers upon the air and the flashy feathers of the brightly-colored birds that floated over her.
Ha, she thought derisively. I'll be able to get out of this place in 5 minutes, using that magic-free spell the witch taught me (yes, there are such things as magic free spells. Go with the flow, okay?)
And then she realized her cramped hand was still holding on the person she had knocked down. She let out a snotty sigh. "Well, you loser, this spell is only for one and I'm leaving so g..."
But Sally would never utter the "oodbye" that was next meant to come from her evil lips. For she had finally gotten a good look at who was laying next to her in the sand.
It was none other than Gimli, son of Gloin.
Sally's eyes rolled up into her head, and she lost all consciousness for the first time.
(YES I KNOW I AM A FREAK PLEASE JUST KEEP READING IT WILL GET MUCH MUCHO BETTER WHEN C AND M ADD TO IT!)