Greeting my dear readers! I hope you aren't bothered by late chapters too much because for the past 2 weeks I've been scrambling to finish my history projects due on December 13th (Friday right XD) The next chapter shouldn't take such a long time since the 2nd nine weeks are over soon so the only reason the chapter will be late is because of my own laziness. ;] Also, Fatty's song that he's playing is something similar to the music called dream by Koss on the album ancient rain. It's pretty cool and sets the theme right. (heard it on Pandora radio ) :3
Disclaimer: AMERIPAN SHOULD BE CANNON! That's all I have to say.
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The forest floor was silent as my sharp, barbed feet dug into large branch that supported me. The night was cool and, as the only light coming from the moon. It had been 3 entire days since I had eating a fulfilling meal. I continued to leap from tree to tree, clinging on the vines to break my fall as 6 long and graceful legs stabbed the ground. Just over the grassy bluff in front of my most recent feeding cave was the human structure that I now called the 'food court'. Just inside those white-washed walls and security cameras were rooms filled with infinite cages of entrees!
Never have I ever raided the food court more than once a week. It's just that the humans never plan to stop me! They let me waltz in, steal what their birds and don't even come after me! It's only logical for me to come more often not only because the food court is safe to steal from, but it has an endless food supply.
The same tactic-the same entrance- the same room for crying out loud! That's always how I go upon entering the strange human building and they still have yet to catch me! I remarked. My swift legs that were weaving through the branches and vines suddenly lost their footing on account of who was standing just outside of the food court. GAH! Curse it all, why is one of those humans loitering amongst the undergrowth near my drinking stream? A panicked thought hit him. What if this human is poisoning the stream? I would have to move away just to find another water source and the journey would take far too long to ever be able to reach the food court again! No, I will not allow this lowly species of mammal deprive me of both my home and my life by relieving me of my nourishment!
I steadily picked my way through the vines, deep purple (almost black) appendages pulling my heavy body weightlessly up a towering tree directly poised over the unknowing target. My long abdomen crouched down along with my bent legs allowing moonlight to light up my violet eyes. Chocolate brown hair blew silently with unnoticed wind with one disobedient curl still sprung up. Yes! I reveled as my target turned his attention away from me and to the bucket bellow him You will learn not to trifle with a being infinitely stronger than you.
My chest gently lay against the branch as I clutched it with my clawed human hands to brace myself. My powerful legs pushed off with great power gained from climbing swinging and web spinning for 20 years. As I glided soundlessly through the air The emblem on my back glimmered gold with the little light showering through the tress before my razor sharp, barbed legs sank into a solid flesh form now laying beneath me.
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After Arthur consulted with Alfred wanting to know 'where in God's name the bloody wanker had run off to' Alfred simply responded with a short "I told him the thing, he got all depressed or something, then I saw him walk off with his backpack and a bucket. He had to have gone to do the water test because, like, where else would he go Iggy?" Alfred explained in short cut statements. Arthur decided to ignore the nickname the American gave him. "Well my only theory that he's been gone for A WHOLE DAY is that either he's been eaten by a large jaguar or ran off to do what Gilbert usually does." Arthur followed the short gravel pathway up to where the oaf was supposed to be yesterday, but only found remains. (A.N. I was actually thinking of having all this writing up to this authors note become part of chapter two and leaving this at the end of it so my readers wouldn't know what kind of remains thee were. I'm not that evil though XD) The sterilized bucket was now tipped over and filled with grime, the PH test trampled into the ground and Gilbert's 'awesome' Rainbow Dash backpack was unzipped had some of the orange venom on it as well as everything else. Arthur only stood with his mouth gaping as he took in the evidence. His logical mind immediately went whirling, gears spinning fast. Fatty. No doubt. Orange venom, broken scientific equipment, no Gilbert and the backpack was actually still here and the buffoon didn't bother taking it with him. There was obviously either a struggle or attack, but either way Gilbert isn't here so he must have been taken by Fatty…
An hour later found the gang spread out around the crime scene with radioactive testers and machines to track where the owner of the venom was currently sheltered.
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Calm, even breaths were the only sound heard for the longest time. The birds didn't chirp, the fogs didn't croak, nor did the wind even blow. All was silent except for a still Gilbert laying unmoving as if in suspended animation seemingly dead. Unfortunately for Fatty, silence is golden there for it's a rare occurrence and has the high probability of being broken by annoying people. It started as a single quick intake of breath, then another until soon Gilbert breathing had sped up to an even pace signifying his awaken. Fatty sighed deeply through its nostrils and stood and gracefully weaved his legs over certain places to follow through with his usual routine.
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As Gilbert's mind slowly slipped into consciousness he felt as though he was on a hangover, then drowned and when he was revived he was hit by a train. His first urge was to cough but when he told his muscles to contract they wouldn't obey him, at first he thought his body was either to exhausted or this was a dream, but as he tried to move all his other limbs, he couldn't even do so much as twitch a finger! Gilbert's natural instinct was to open his eyes to see what he could do to help himself or at least see what the problem is, but that is what scared him the most. He couldn't open his eyelids it was like they were glued shut. At first he was just irritated Great! I probably got so hung over last night that I'm too tired to move. But as the entirety of the situation set in and he remembered blacking out after something hit him his mind swam in panic. Now that I think about it, WHAT AM I EVEN LAYING ON!? It feels like nothing but air. He was glad his sense of direction was still with him and he felt he was lying on his back with his arms at his sides and his feet out in front of him, but what freaked him out was the fact that there was bands of something looped around his waist and neck. They weren't tight but were strong enough to contain him. This truly scared him as he realized it was Fatty's web after piecing together what happened and the condition he was in. Of course! Stupid! I should have realized it! I must be paralyzed by his venom… If the feel of stab wounds in his back weren't enough He must have gotten me while I had my back turned, and what is this… web? It must be. MEIN GOTT STOP FREAKING OUT LIKE SOME LITTLE BABY GIRL MAN BOY. THE AWESOME GILBERT CAN NOT BE SCARED, BECAUSE THAT'S TOTALLY UNAWESOME.
After 15 minutes of nothing eating him or approaching him in any way, Gilbert assumed the area was temporarily clear of Fatty. Another 30 minutes passed by of him lying there and only able being able to breathe. Eventually he was so bored he started making rhythmus with different sequences of breathing. He already went through 'I'm Blue dabadedubadi', Poker Face by Lady Gaga' and even Jingle Bells until finally he was interrupted by someone else's music.
At first, Gilbert thought he was imaging thing because he was pretty sure he was about 50 miles into the Amazon Rainforest with nothing but monkeys, birds and Fatty. As the notes climbed up the scale beautifully, they suddenly shot down swiftly and proceeded to twist and bend into an addictive melody for about 30 seconds before slowing to a stop ending on a sharp. This would be the moment where Gilbert would loudly stand up and clap excessively just to annoy everyone around him and whoop cheers of encouragement. Instead, he lay there peacefully, no emotion on his face, only breathing steadily. On the inside however, his mind was traveling a mile a minute. Who in the world is even out here to play music? The better question is, why aren't they helping me out of the web? Gilbert justified thinking it was a human.
The same routine followed through the next 2 days, Gilbert being extremely hungry and not being able to do squat. On the third day, as Gilbert was awakening he felt a clean, new burst of energy and was finally able to open his eyes, but he waited until the mystery person began playing their music. As the notes began gloriously flowing around Gilbert, he cautiously opened his eyes glancing at the creator of the lovely melodies every day, but found the conductor stopping as soon as he glanced over. Instead of a human he expected, It was a large creature that appeared too many times within his thoughts.
It was a man you could say I guess. Half a man, but the other half sprouted backwards from the waist covered in barbed deep purple hairs with 6 long, sharp legs attached. An arachnid he was, but the emblem on its back was even more curious for it was the symbol found on the front of a violin, colored gold. Also, Fatty Watty wasn't Fatty was he?
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Anyway…there's my terrible chapter. I was really distracted while typing this and the fact that my hamster just died ;_; but I wanted to pull this one out quick so I wouldn't have to worry about it later. Next chapter will be out in about a week or less, probably after the 13th of Friday. See Ya!