Chapter 10 -Meanwhile, at Marchers United
Ashton/Ducky's POV
Ducky rushed up to Brandon, "Dude. I got news from Caleb." Brandon whips around and Ducky dodges his wings. "What's up? Are they all ok? Did anyone break down? If so, they need help, why didn't we send Cor-" Brandon cuts himself off, "Sorry." They shrug, "It's cool." Brandon looks at them, shocked "Really? But nor-" "Corey's there. They're at Hogwarts!" Ducky grins, and Brandon raises his eyebrows, "You positive that's what he said? That your sibling, who's been gone for three months, who you've been panicking over, suddenly appeared?"
Ducky sighs in frustration, "Yes. I asked him to clarify too, and he said that they lost their memory." Their face fell. "But he said that he and Darnosaur are working to get back his memories. He already remembers me, the uh, Universal blow-up," Ducky shuddered, remembering how angry that Corey got. He also remembered the pep-band game Darnell asked them how angry Corey was and I said scary instead of very. And Fabio!" Brandon grins, "So he remembers the supreme frog overlord?" Ducky nodded. That plastic frog came in Corey's first year in the marching band. Someone brought it in and then it spiraled into chaos after that.
Ducky shifts. "They're still a long way from helping us out, though."
Unknown's PoV, Abandoned Factory, Northern Kentucky.
"Oh, they don't even know what's coming for them," a medium-tone voice states. "Those idiots don't even know that we joined them for… research purposes, the same voice states."
"Right you are, sir," replies a slightly higher, but equally important voice. "But, how are we going to get to them?" Asks the second man, and a wicked smile comes upon the face of the first man, his eyes glow with such an intensity, that you'd think he's insane. You wouldn't be wrong in this sense, as his reply to the other person was,
"We must destroy their spirit before it gets too strong."
As an evil cackle is heard arising from the first man, a chilly breeze can be felt coming from an open window. The first man abruptly stops his laughter and slams the window shut, glaring at the other man. "Nothing can be said about this little...meeting, you understand?"
"...Of course not, -."
A/N - No. I'm not sorry for the one month hiatus. I was uninspired, exhausted, and working through emotions. I love y'all, but my brain was just not doing it for any kind of writing. Anyways. I'm back now. Reviews needed because I don't have anything better to do. Please give me headcanons and ideas for plot and stuff. I have a seperate story for that, it's called FoTA OC's or something. Or just send them here, idc either way. Please read my story on called Imperial Kentucky. It's fun. It's violent. There's death. Please read and review it.