A/N
IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER, -Insert Evil Laugh- IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER!!!
It's raspberry seltzer and pringles this time... And I have no idea what's coming together, but I think I'm falling to pieces. Is this how drugged up singers feel? This giddy sense of elation that I can turn my own horrible experiences into a life lesson for the masses? Well, not exactly my experiences, but it was close...
"I Tried"
Furor Paxx (VulgateOfEarth@hotmail.com)
Chapter 16- Todd Fan III
Todd woke up cold and stark naked on an equally cold and naked floor.
It felt like stone.
Todd looked around and realized that he wasn't quite naked. He still had his pants on, after all. His shirt was lost somewhere, though only God knew how it got lost since it was only supposed to be on his body. Maybe a shirt could get lost on Freddy, but definitely not Todd. As he sat there thinking these, and other arcane thoughts, Todd decided he needed to do something.
So, what...
"I'll sleep on it." He muttered to himself and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the ground.
He sat up a moment later. "Where am I?"
"Am I?" His echo answered. Todd considered.
"I think so."
"So?" came his echo.
"So what?"
"What?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Does it matter?"
"Stop confusing me!!"
"Confusing me??"
Todd scowled in the darkness. Someone was playing with his mind, and this was one Toad who wasn't gonna take it.
"Alright, bring it on."
"Bring it on." After pausing for a moment as his slow, confused and very disoriented mind tried to tell him something important and failed, Todd ran into the darkness swinging.
And promptly came running back as whoever was out there soundly punched him in the jaw. They must have knocked something over in the process because there was a loud metal clanging noise and Todd glared in that direction. "Think you're so smart, huh? I gotcha covered." He whispered fiercely, rubbing his sore jaw and backing up all the while. Truth was, Todd had gone yellow and was only looking for a way out.
All of a sudden someone hit him hard in the base of his skull and he crumpled in a heap on the floor.
With a moan, Todd rolled over and sat up slowly, clutching the back of his head. He wondered briefly if he was still alive but when his finger slipped and poked the spot where he had been hit, he was forcefully reminded that, yes, he was still alive, and no, he hadn't dreamed it. "At least I'm not bleeding." he grumbled.
"Bleeding." Someone whispered in the distance.
Todd was up and running in a flash, but surprised to discover that whoever his attacker was, was much faster than he, or that they weren't quite as far away as he thought. Or hell, maybe there was more than one person... Either way, this time, the attacker did draw blood. As Todd stumbled back a few steps, clutching his face, he could feel the cool dampness slowly begin to leak from the wound. The puncher must have worn a ring, Todd realized. The back of his foot was resting lightly on something and he cautiously leaned down to find out what. It was a garden hoe and Todd smirked as he picked it up and prepared to clobber the stranger. He gave a short laugh and was surprised to hear them laughing too.
"What?!" He demanded. There was the sound of something metal falling and Todd dived to the ground. His foot rested on something hard and, taking it to be a human's foot, Todd lashed out at it. Something hard hit Todd's shoulder and the next thing he knew, he was buried under a ton of debris, though what from, he had no idea. It didn't matter, he realized as he slipped, entirely against his will, into the darker darkness of unconsciousness.
IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER, -Insert Evil Laugh- IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER!!!
It's raspberry seltzer and pringles this time... And I have no idea what's coming together, but I think I'm falling to pieces. Is this how drugged up singers feel? This giddy sense of elation that I can turn my own horrible experiences into a life lesson for the masses? Well, not exactly my experiences, but it was close...
"I Tried"
Furor Paxx (VulgateOfEarth@hotmail.com)
Chapter 16- Todd Fan III
Todd woke up cold and stark naked on an equally cold and naked floor.
It felt like stone.
Todd looked around and realized that he wasn't quite naked. He still had his pants on, after all. His shirt was lost somewhere, though only God knew how it got lost since it was only supposed to be on his body. Maybe a shirt could get lost on Freddy, but definitely not Todd. As he sat there thinking these, and other arcane thoughts, Todd decided he needed to do something.
So, what...
"I'll sleep on it." He muttered to himself and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the ground.
He sat up a moment later. "Where am I?"
"Am I?" His echo answered. Todd considered.
"I think so."
"So?" came his echo.
"So what?"
"What?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Does it matter?"
"Stop confusing me!!"
"Confusing me??"
Todd scowled in the darkness. Someone was playing with his mind, and this was one Toad who wasn't gonna take it.
"Alright, bring it on."
"Bring it on." After pausing for a moment as his slow, confused and very disoriented mind tried to tell him something important and failed, Todd ran into the darkness swinging.
And promptly came running back as whoever was out there soundly punched him in the jaw. They must have knocked something over in the process because there was a loud metal clanging noise and Todd glared in that direction. "Think you're so smart, huh? I gotcha covered." He whispered fiercely, rubbing his sore jaw and backing up all the while. Truth was, Todd had gone yellow and was only looking for a way out.
All of a sudden someone hit him hard in the base of his skull and he crumpled in a heap on the floor.
With a moan, Todd rolled over and sat up slowly, clutching the back of his head. He wondered briefly if he was still alive but when his finger slipped and poked the spot where he had been hit, he was forcefully reminded that, yes, he was still alive, and no, he hadn't dreamed it. "At least I'm not bleeding." he grumbled.
"Bleeding." Someone whispered in the distance.
Todd was up and running in a flash, but surprised to discover that whoever his attacker was, was much faster than he, or that they weren't quite as far away as he thought. Or hell, maybe there was more than one person... Either way, this time, the attacker did draw blood. As Todd stumbled back a few steps, clutching his face, he could feel the cool dampness slowly begin to leak from the wound. The puncher must have worn a ring, Todd realized. The back of his foot was resting lightly on something and he cautiously leaned down to find out what. It was a garden hoe and Todd smirked as he picked it up and prepared to clobber the stranger. He gave a short laugh and was surprised to hear them laughing too.
"What?!" He demanded. There was the sound of something metal falling and Todd dived to the ground. His foot rested on something hard and, taking it to be a human's foot, Todd lashed out at it. Something hard hit Todd's shoulder and the next thing he knew, he was buried under a ton of debris, though what from, he had no idea. It didn't matter, he realized as he slipped, entirely against his will, into the darker darkness of unconsciousness.