Disclaimer: There are some quotes from LotR in here (yes, I use them in
every moment of my life), and certain characters are from LotR. Again,
these dwarves and their dwelling are from the Snow White story, and Dopey-
formerly-known-as-Gimli is basically property of Tolkien. Now, enjoy
another one of my freaky chapters! - K :(
CHAPTER 7
Using another of her infamous non-magical-spells, Sally quickly transported herself and the dwarves, who were now slaves to her will, back to the hut where the dwarves resided.
Stepping across the worn doorway, Sally gazed in disgust at the mounds of crap littered throughout the room. She snorted at the dwarves, "Didn't your mommy teach you how to call a cleaning service?"
"Well, we've been letting it get extra messy, because Bashful here claims that someday a pretty, kind, over-cheerful lady will get all her little animal friends to make it sparkly clean" explained Doc. Sally glanced at Bashful, who whimpered and tried to hind under his own shoe.
"Sounds like a load of sushi to me," said Sally carelessly. "But if you want to live in your own filth, go ahead, I really don't care." She picked at the skull decals on her fingernails. "I'll stay somewhere else, but trust me, I'll be watching."
Suddenly, Sally's eyes turned a glowing red and she went into a kind of angry trance. From deep within her, an evil, intense voice cackled: "The eye of Sally, from within her fortress, sees all..her gaze pierces earth, stone, and fleshhhhhhh.." Then, she disappeared.
The dwarves were left staring in shock at one another. What had they gotten into???? Stupid Dopey - this was all his fault for hanging out in Hell.
"Shoulda buried him in the mines when we had the chance..." muttered Grumpy. The other dwarves sadly nodded at this great truth, then climbed the rotting stairs to their little personalized beds.
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The very next morning (if you call 1:00 AM morning), 6 of the dwarves found themselves trudging back towards the mines they had left only a couple of hours ago. Dopey, who did not quite, er, have his wits about him, remained at the hut, staring happily at the cracked wall.
The dwarves had been awoken by their shoes, which had become quite possessed and began kicking the little men. A note written in red ink (v. suspicious-looking red ink) that was nailed to Sleepy's forehead told them to immediately return to the mines. They were to dig straight down, towards the center of the earth, as fast as they could go. Oh, and of course, any valuable metals that were found should be presented to Sally immediately.
Remembering the hellish trance that Sally had the night before, the dwarves grabbed their small tools and set off for the mines as fast as they could go. But they didn't run for long, and soon dropped back into their regular trudge, as dwarves are wasted on cross country - - - they are natural sprinters. V. dangerous over short distances.
"Hi-ho, Hi-ho, It's off to work we go!" sang Happy. The other dwarves shook their heads in disbelief. They were becoming more and more exasperated with Happy's constant cheerfulness, and were starting to suspect him of doing some heavy drugs.
Finally reaching the mines, they set into the familiar digging routine, changing it slightly so that they were mining straight downwards. None of the little dwarves knew why Sally had made the strange order to do so. At least, they didn't until Sneezy achoo-ed and blew a huge hole in the bottom of a pit. Gazing into the space below the hole, they beheld a colossal cavern, filled with enormous stalactites and gigantic boulders. There was ancient armor littered throughout the room, and hundreds of skeletons. But the most remarkable sight was the 8 figures (yes, I know it should be nine, but Gimli is now Dopey, remember??) of assorted size and shape that were picking their way across the rubble. Not far behind them, a gangly creature was slithering through the rocks as well. In front of the party was what seemed to be a tall man in a crazy hat, holding a twisted stick.
Actually, the dwarves still didn't know why Sally wanted them to dig downwards, had no idea what this scene meant, and were about to run for home when sleepy dropped into a doze and lost his balance at the edge of the hole.
Tumbling end over end, he immediately rolled into the hole and began falling through the darkness, towards the strange party below.
**yay!!! A cliffy!!! Sorry for this REALLY weird chapter but I am sleep deprived! Help! Please fix our story, C!!!!!!
CHAPTER 7
Using another of her infamous non-magical-spells, Sally quickly transported herself and the dwarves, who were now slaves to her will, back to the hut where the dwarves resided.
Stepping across the worn doorway, Sally gazed in disgust at the mounds of crap littered throughout the room. She snorted at the dwarves, "Didn't your mommy teach you how to call a cleaning service?"
"Well, we've been letting it get extra messy, because Bashful here claims that someday a pretty, kind, over-cheerful lady will get all her little animal friends to make it sparkly clean" explained Doc. Sally glanced at Bashful, who whimpered and tried to hind under his own shoe.
"Sounds like a load of sushi to me," said Sally carelessly. "But if you want to live in your own filth, go ahead, I really don't care." She picked at the skull decals on her fingernails. "I'll stay somewhere else, but trust me, I'll be watching."
Suddenly, Sally's eyes turned a glowing red and she went into a kind of angry trance. From deep within her, an evil, intense voice cackled: "The eye of Sally, from within her fortress, sees all..her gaze pierces earth, stone, and fleshhhhhhh.." Then, she disappeared.
The dwarves were left staring in shock at one another. What had they gotten into???? Stupid Dopey - this was all his fault for hanging out in Hell.
"Shoulda buried him in the mines when we had the chance..." muttered Grumpy. The other dwarves sadly nodded at this great truth, then climbed the rotting stairs to their little personalized beds.
******************************
The very next morning (if you call 1:00 AM morning), 6 of the dwarves found themselves trudging back towards the mines they had left only a couple of hours ago. Dopey, who did not quite, er, have his wits about him, remained at the hut, staring happily at the cracked wall.
The dwarves had been awoken by their shoes, which had become quite possessed and began kicking the little men. A note written in red ink (v. suspicious-looking red ink) that was nailed to Sleepy's forehead told them to immediately return to the mines. They were to dig straight down, towards the center of the earth, as fast as they could go. Oh, and of course, any valuable metals that were found should be presented to Sally immediately.
Remembering the hellish trance that Sally had the night before, the dwarves grabbed their small tools and set off for the mines as fast as they could go. But they didn't run for long, and soon dropped back into their regular trudge, as dwarves are wasted on cross country - - - they are natural sprinters. V. dangerous over short distances.
"Hi-ho, Hi-ho, It's off to work we go!" sang Happy. The other dwarves shook their heads in disbelief. They were becoming more and more exasperated with Happy's constant cheerfulness, and were starting to suspect him of doing some heavy drugs.
Finally reaching the mines, they set into the familiar digging routine, changing it slightly so that they were mining straight downwards. None of the little dwarves knew why Sally had made the strange order to do so. At least, they didn't until Sneezy achoo-ed and blew a huge hole in the bottom of a pit. Gazing into the space below the hole, they beheld a colossal cavern, filled with enormous stalactites and gigantic boulders. There was ancient armor littered throughout the room, and hundreds of skeletons. But the most remarkable sight was the 8 figures (yes, I know it should be nine, but Gimli is now Dopey, remember??) of assorted size and shape that were picking their way across the rubble. Not far behind them, a gangly creature was slithering through the rocks as well. In front of the party was what seemed to be a tall man in a crazy hat, holding a twisted stick.
Actually, the dwarves still didn't know why Sally wanted them to dig downwards, had no idea what this scene meant, and were about to run for home when sleepy dropped into a doze and lost his balance at the edge of the hole.
Tumbling end over end, he immediately rolled into the hole and began falling through the darkness, towards the strange party below.
**yay!!! A cliffy!!! Sorry for this REALLY weird chapter but I am sleep deprived! Help! Please fix our story, C!!!!!!