Chapter Three: Copy Wizard
Decoe and Bocoe walked into the forest, Decoe holding the map, trying to figure out how long it would take to get to the nearest base. After about two hours, Bocoe spoke. " How far is it? My feet hurt..." " It shouldn't be far now. It looks to be only and couple of miles." Decoe replied. " Good..." Bocoe looked up and then was shocked. He looked a Decoe and poked his shoulder rapidly. " What?" Decoe asked in a aggrieved tone. "Is, THAT on the map?" he said, pointing up. Decoe put his arms down and looked up. He's eyes widened. Just a couple of miles up, there was a huge, snow capped mountain that seemed to be snowing at this very minute. They stared at it for some while before speaking.
" Miss. Narrator?" Decoe started out. " Yes." " Could you, please, remove the mountain so that we don't have to climb it to get to the base?" "Sorry boys, can't do it." "Why?" They both asked. " Because, it takes all the fun out of it for the readers." They looked down, sad. " Thanks a lot." They both said, in a depressed tone. " That's what I'm here for, boys. :) But I will tell you this. There's a path to get to the base where you don't have to climb it with climbers rope and just use those walking sticks Rose gave you." " There is!" they both exclaimed. " Yes, anyways, the base is ON the mountain, not beyond it." " Well, thanks ." They took the backpacks off their shoulder and opened it. The placed their arms in it and started to search for some rope and the sticks. About two minutes later, they found them. They both placed the packsack on their own backs; Decoe looked at Bocoe. " Well, lets start climbing!"
Decoe and Bocoe walked across the snowy mountain range as it snowed sightly fast, making it a little hard to see in. They had already gotten half way there, but it seemed to get rougher to walk or climb the mountain for it seemed to get rockier the more they went it. It was either naturally formed or, somehow, the military, G.U.N., did this to prevent intruders. Bocoe had gotten behind, and Decoe hadn't slowed because he didn't notice that Bocoe was behind. Bocoe made an attempt to catch up, but tripped and fell. Decoe heard the metal crash and looked behind and saw him. In shock, he started to run down to him, having to break because of the downhill slide and slippery snow made him faster than on normal land. He got to Bocoe and helped him up. As Bocoe stood up Decoe realized something.
" You know...we're kinda like a Fellowship..." Decoe said. " A Fellowship?" Bocoe replied. Decoe nodded his head. "It has a Ring to it." Decoe looked at Bocoe shocked, and Bocoe did the same. Decoe was now wearing grey, wizard looking clothes with a big pointy hat on, much like a wizards and Bocoe had on some clothes that looked to be in Medieval Ages with a cloak with no hood and a strange leaf pendant that seemed to hold it on him. Also, he had a chain with what looked like a man's wedding ring. Decoe looked at the screen, through it to see me, the author/ narrator type this whole thing away. " Hey! Your making us go into another book!" He shouted at me with a angry glare. " Your making us go into the Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring! That book is copyrighted, you know!"
" Yes, I know that, and guess what? You are too, but I can make a story about you trying to save Ivo." They both started at me with a confused expression. " What!" I yelled, my hating of being stared at getting in the way of my story writing. " Who's Ivo?" They asked. " Ivo is Ivo Robotnik. Dr. Robotnik. Dr. Eggman." " Ohhhhh..." they said in unison. " Well, anyways, put us back into our regular clothing!" Decoe demanded. " All right, all right,...shees. Can't even take a joke!"
Poof!
" AAAAAAAAACCCCCCCOOOOOOOLLLLLAAAA" echoed through the mountains. " This is ridicules..." Decoe was now wearing Swedish clothes with the Swedish cap on his head. He had his had on his face from aggravation from me doing another joke. Bocoe just stood there blinking, in minor shock for he was now wearing a Swedish dress and a blond, yarn, wing that were in pig tails that curved up in an extreme manner and seemed to be stiff. " Yeah, very funny, now can we et back to the story? Please?" Decoe asked. " Yeah, you two are no fun when it comes to jokes..."
Poof!
Decoe and Bocoe, now in there regular clothes, started to walk up the mountain again. After about an hour, the metal base was seen. " Look!" Bocoe said, pointing at the base, " There it is!" Decoe looked at it, and if he could, he would be gulping. He had never fought before, let alone breaking into a base, without the Doctor near him. Who knows what sort of vile, strong, scary things that lurked within the base. It was as though they had a death wish, though, no matter where or how, they were determined to find the Doctor. " That's what you say..." Bocoe mumbled under his breath. " Come one Bocoe," Decoe started out, " At least it's better than being scrap metal." " I bet we're going to be scrap metal soon..." Decoe and Bocoe continued on with they're walk until they were right at the foot http/boards. a 10 foot wall. " Okay, You go up on my shoulders first and lift me up." Decoe told Bocoe. Bocoe nodded. Decoe bent his knees as low as he could so Bocoe could get on his shoulders.
Bocoe climbed up, trying to keep his balance as Decoe started to stand back up. Once he stood up, Decoe grabbed ahold of Bocoe's feet to help with his balance. He got closer to the wall, Bocoe grabbed ahold of the edge and lifted himself up. Once he got up, he turned toward Decoe and held out his hand. Decoe grabbed it and Bocoe started to lift. Which wasn't going so well. Decoe started to help by trying to walk up the wall, but this made matters worse because as he did, Bocoe fell backwards, cause Decoe to get over the wall, but he fell done on the ground along with Bocoe. "Ow..." " Well, at least we're over the wall..." Decoe replied. Soon, they both heard low, aggressive growls. They looked forward to see one hundred Doberman pinscher with identical red spiked collars. Decoe and Bocoe's eyes widened and pupils went small. They looked at each other. " Oh, no..."