Quill's A/N: Blue had her part done within the week of the last chapter being published.
The whole three month pause/hiatus-thingy? Me and my lazy ass' fault.
The story is NOT on hiatus, I swear to god I'd rather die then let that happen, I just got kinda...a little bit...sidetracked? Okay, more then sidetracked, this story was hidden away in a tiny filling cabinet in the chaotic thing this is my insane mind.
...Sorry? *Shields self from the incoming objects being thrown*
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Quill reviewing again!
Nanu Kitty: Stalker Sickness is stalking. 0.0 OUCH! ARE YOU OKAY?! DID YOU GO TO THE HOSPITAL?! DID YOU GET IT WRAPPED UP?! ARE YOU IN PAIN?! *WAILS* NANU, MY LOVELY, PLEASE BE OKAY!
RowanAsterCode: Yes, Sickness is good looking. I might draw him sometime, if I have the spare time (which I obviously do.) I haven't posted my quick doodles on Tumblr, *mutters* I should do that soon... Thank you for the anti-rainbow sheep spray! We most definitely need it! *hehehe*
CrystalxRose: Gotta love the highly attractive villians, they make the movies so much better *goes starry eyed*
*Hugs you* Of course you're not an extra! It's just Blue being mean *hardly glares at Blue* AND STOP CALLING US AWESOME OR I'LL GET JACK ON YOU! *Evil chuckling*
Random Person (Guest): Thank you so much for your review! No, you're definitely not being rude for asking such a question. We're not on hiatus, I was just being a lazy ass that took forever to write my side of the chapter.
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Three times.
Quill has been knocked unconscious three fucking times!
And even worse, she was knocked out by the same bloody person!
That was it. That was the last straw, Quill's now wanting revenge.
With a groan and an aching head, Quill sluggishly removed her legs from the bed and dully placed them on the wooden floorboards- feeling the coldness of the wood under her barefeet.
With slow, painful movements of her heavy head, she searched her room in sight of her socks and shoes. After a few moment, Quill got frustrated after not seeing them several times; beginning to growl when they couldn't be spotted. "Where the hell are you?! You stupid fucking-!" Quill cut herself short when she saw a pair of fluffy, white socks beside her own feet. "Oh."
After the effort, physically and- unfortunately for her aching brain -mentally, of putting the pair of socks on, she detached herself from her incredibly comfortable bed- A girl like her would sob about having to leave a heavenly bed like this during the mornings -and shuffled towards the ajar door exiting her room.
She crept out of her room, barely making a sound as the door quietly creaked open. That was, until she made a step forward and her foot was pierced with bitter ice.
"Ah! Motherfucking-!" Quill cried, clutching her freezing foot and hopping on her remaining one. "What the actual fuck-!" She yelled, glancing down at noticing the trail of frost leading ahead, "Oh, you little shit."
Cautiously stepping to the side, standing far away from the large trails of frost and snow, Quill began following the wintry trail in hopes of finding a certain Winter Spirit.
Which really wasn't that difficult, to be honest, since statues of frozen minions began to appear as she journeyed through the endless hallways and rooms ('Seriously, how can Blue even remember where the fuck to go?!'). Then, not long after seeing the rather icy- also slightly moving and screeching -decor, she saw the Winter Spirit himself, casually strolling through the hallway; freezing incoming minions that passed his way.
Quill wickedly grinned, watching as the Winter Spirit didn't even turn in her direction; being completely unaware of her presence.
Cautiously creeping up towards the Winter Spirit, Quill looked as Jack rested his staff on his shoulder...making it easy for somebody to sneak up behind and take it. So, when Quill was finally right behind the Winter Spirit, she took hold of the end of his staff and yank it from his grasp.
Jack spun around in shock...just as Quill whacked him on the head with his stolen staff. Hard.
"Ow! What the hell-?!"
"Payback, bitch!" Quill yelled, hitting Jack's head again with the crook of his staff; Jack complaining and yelling as she continued.
The Winter Spirit attempted to deflect Quill's fast blows, but to no avail. "Ow! Quill! Stop that! I swear to the moon, if you don't-!"
"This is what you get for knocking me unconscious with your goddamn staff several times! Several times!" She shouted, jabbing Jack's foot with the end of his staff; making him jump backwards and give her more space to attack.
Unfortunately, Jack was prepared. As Quill was about to strike a blow, he clutch onto his incoming staff and tore it from a hands.
"What the actual hell, Quill?!" Jack yelled, giving Quill a hard, frustrated and rather pissed off glare.
"You deserved it! Since you've knocked me out with your bloody stick so many times! And, if you weren't aware, knocking somebody unconscious isn't a very polite thing to do!"
"Well, it was either that or pushing you into the Kraken pool!"
"Oh, you little motherfuck-!"
A thundering crash cut Quill short; both her and Jack jerking their heads to the doorway where the noise came from. "Okay, what the fuck was that?" Quill asked, looking at Jack with unease.
"It was either the minions being stupid as usual...or the Kraken grew legs and has escaped."
Quill's eyes widened as she squeaked, "Could the Kraken do that?!"
Jack shrugged, "It's supposed to a mythical, completely fictional being, so anything could happen."
As Quill took deep, shaking breaths, she brushed a trembling hand through a hair"Alright, that wasn't very encouraging."
"Ah, it's fine! It's probably just the minions messing with us." Jack replied with his calm, upbeat tone even though Quill wasn't paying attention to him but to the slowly increasing noise coming their way.
"Please tell me I'm not the only one hearing something coming towards us." Quill spoke, eyeing Jack as her terror slowly grew.
"I'm guessing you ignored what I said about the minions, then."
Quill paid more attention to the growing noise, her face paling, "But it sounds...like hooves."
"The minions don't have hooves." Jack answered, his easy and calm expression now gone.
"Well, if it isn't the minions...then what can it-" The rest of that sentence caught in her throat as she heard the impatient, angered huff of an animal. She looked away from Jack, turning her head towards the doorway to see a murderous, rabid-
"RAINBOW SHEEP!" Quill screamed as the multicoloured monster gave a horrifying bleat.
"RUN!" Jack yelled, sprinting through the nearest corridor; Quill closely following behind as the rainbow sheep gave the noise similar to a battle cry.
"HOW THE FUCK DID IT GET OUT?!" Quill cried at Jack, constantly looking behind her to see if the colorful menace was on their tails.
"HOW SHOULD I KNOW?!" Jack replied.
Quill eyed him intensely at his last words.
"WHAT, YOU THOUGHT I'D LET IT OUT?!"
"IF YOU WANT MY HONEST OPINION, YES!"
"I'M NOT STUPID ENOUGH TO DISOBEY BLUE AND LET OUT A KILLER, MULTICOLOURED SHEEP!"
"WELL WE BETTER GET RID OF IT UNTIL-!" Quill screeched as the rainbow sheep burst through a closed door (now a pile of splinters and hinges), screaming a furious bleat as it charged towards the two. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT, AH!" Quill screeched at the rainbow sheep.
The rainbow sheep bleated once again, but was cut short when the animal was suddenly encased in a block of ice.
Quill halted, looking at Jack to see he had an accomplished, relieved expression on his face, "There, problem solved. Now we just return to its cell before the ice melts and-"
Cracks spread across the block of ice, the rainbow sheep's eyes darting everywhere until it landed on the pair and gave a murderous expression.
Then, the ice exploded as the rainbow sheep spontaneously burst into flames.
"SHIIIIIIIIIIT, IT'S ON FIRE!" Quill cried, before run down the hallway in a desperate sprint. Thankfully, Jack was already running away from the demon, fire sheep from hell that tore through the corridor; burning walls and setting doors on fire as it crashed into everything as it run for its target.
"DID YOU KNOW IT COULD DO THAT?!" Quill yelled at the Winter Spirit.
"Shoot spikes, yes. Covered in rainbow fur, yes. ABLE TO SET ITSELF ON FIRE, NO!"
"HOW COULD A THING CREATED FROM SHEEP AND CANDY FLOSS DNA BE ABLE TO SET ITSELF ON FUCKING FIRE!"
"THIS IS ONE OF BLUE'S CREATION WE'RE TALKING ABOUT, FOR MOONS SAKE!"
"...GOOD POINT! WHERE THE FUCK IS BLUE?!"
"PROBABLY THE-" A spike hitting the wall beside Quill made her scream and fling her arms in front of her for defence, "THE KITCHEN, IT'S DOWN THIS CORRIDOR!"
"BLUEEEEEEEE!" Quill screamed, running even faster down the corridor to get to the only open door in the hallway. Quill looked over her shoulder to see the rainbow sheep, still encased in flames and shooting deadly spikes, right behind her.
Then she noticed Jack was no longer beside her anymore.
"JACK, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Quill cried, still screaming for Blue's name as the rainbow sheep chased after her down the corridor.
Blue awoke with a groan, glaring at the current bane of her existence, the alarm clock. She could only think 'More sleep, I need more sleep!' Hitting the button with a little more force than necessary as she flopped back on to her bed.
She huffed, giving an evil glare at the menace that was the clock, 'This is all Jack's fault, bringing Quill he- QUILL! Shit!' Gracefully jumping- or falling, depending on how you look at it -out of bed, Blue frantically grabbed her hoodie and shoes from where she had dumped them the night before.
Darting towards her closet- where the secret entrance to her bunker was -the worst situation possible to be caught in had happened: her mom walked in. "Shit," she swore under her breath as her mom casually stepped into the room.
Shutting her closet door, Blue whirled around and cried- in a much higher and louder tone then needed -"Mom! What do you want?" 'Please just be bringing in some clothes or something.'
"Well, its been awhile since we had an actual conversation, so I thought we could have one right now," she replied, sitting down on her bed. 'Great, now she's sitting down. She really isn't joking.'
"Well, uh, wh-what do you want to talk about?" Blue asked warily. 'Great stutter, that definitely won't seem weird or suspicious.'
"Is there anything interesting going on in your life?" 'No, not really, unless you count meeting your friend from England interesting.'
"No, not really. Nothing interesting going on..." she trailed off as her eyes widened slightly as she saw her closet. 'No, no, no, no, not here! Anywhere but here!'The source of her distress: a minion, inside her closet and heading right towards the slightly open door...and it was definitely wasn't Tiko. 'What to do? What to d-GOT IT!'
"How about at- BLUE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Her mom shouted as she was enveloped in a tight hug.
"What does it look like? I'm giving you a hug!" Behind her mom's back, Blue made a shooing gesture with her hand. It was useless, the minion didn't leave, it only shook its head to inform Blue that it actually noticed her.
"Are you ok? You haven't done this since you were six," her mother put in as she tried, and failed, to extract Blue from her.
"Well, then its been far too long!" Blue cheerfully shouted. Making one last attempted to get the minion to leave without a fight, she jerked her head in the direction of the closet. It failed. Rolling her eyes, Blue muttered, "Dkonn hykl tyihn yuhhn ookie, ghky?" 'If you leave right now, you get a cookie, okay?' With a nod of its head, the minion darted back into the elevator to the bunker.
"What was that?" Blue's mom asked.
"Just saying how much I love you," Blue responded, finally letting go of her suffocating mother.
"Urm, okay..." Her mom spoke, giving Blue an odd look, "Anyway, if there is really anything, anything at all, going on, I want you to tell me."
"Okay! So a few weeks ago, I was testing out an invention and ended up trapping Jack Frost. Well, yesterday he brought my friend from England, QuillOwl. He dumped her in my underground bunker and now we're going to get her back home or something," Blue blurted out until she finished and look at her mom expectantly.
Her mom stared at her for a moment, "I think you need to sleep more." she deadpanned.
"So do I! Night!"
As soon as her door was closed, and her mother was definitely out of ear range, Blue jumped up and darted towards the closet.
The elevator doors slid open with a gentle hiss. Stepping into the hallway, Blue headed to the most important place ever at the moment: the kitchen.
Entering the kitchen only one thought was on her mind: Toaster Strudels* in other words, heaven. Shoving two in a toaster, she impatiently watched them, not unlike a cat. She had just sat down and was about to eat them when she heard it. A scream aimed at her, wincing, she slowly turned, "Ummm...Toaster Strudel?"
Quill burst into the kitchen then halted in mid-sprint, mouth hanging open as if she was about to say something until, "What the hell is a Toaster Strudel?"
"Well, it's a-" Blue began, before Quill threw her hands up in the air.
"Nevermind! We have a major problem on our hands!" Quill yelled, Blue's face creasing up in discomfort as the sudden loud noise ached her head.
"I'm sure it's not that bad enough to miss eating a Toaster Strudel." Blue calmly said, returning to her Toaster Strudel.
"Okay, so I'll just handle the rabid rainbow sheep that had escaped by myself then?" Quill talked, Blue's eyes widening as she jumped out her seat (nearly knocking the table over and almost losing her- oh so delicious -Toaster Strudel.)
"WHAT?!"
"Oh, so now you listen to me!" Quill yelled, searching around the cupboards and drawers of the kitchen.
"THE RAINBOW SHEEP ESCAPED?!" Blue yelled, beginning to hyperventilate as she panicked.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY!?" Quill cried, thrusting open a drawer full of kitchen knifes and, oddly enough, a large sledge-hammer.
"BUT THE RAINBOW SHEEP CAN'T ESCAPE! IT'S LOCKED IN A TITANIUM/IRON ALLOY CAGE SURROUNDED BY SECURITY ALARMS AND HIDDEN EXPLOSIONS!"
"WELL, IT MUST OF JUST MAGICALLY APPEARED- Wait, did you say hidden explosions?"
"NEVERMIND THAT! WE HAVE TO SOUND THE ALARMS AND KILL IT BEFORE-!"
The murderous sound of a sheep made them both jerk their heads with wide, fearful and horrified eyes. The rainbow sheep stood in the doorway, their only escape, engulfed in scorching flames as it slowly confronted its prey, ready for the kill...
Quill's A/N (Again): I fucking loved writing my part of this chapter (though, I wanted to throw my laptop out the window in a frustrated fury as it spontaneously shut down and erased most of my work *mutters* motherfucking bitch of a laptop...)
Oh, and the somewhat cliffhanger was written by me *evil laughter*
Blue's A/N: *-Toaster Strudels are heaven. They have a thin, flakey crust, a filling of some sort, and has frosting you can put on it. Not healthy by a long shot, but absolutely delicious. For a better idea of what it is, Google it. My explanation is crap.
One last thing- At some point around the end of June or the beginning of July, there might be a bit of a break because I'm moving to a different state. No date set yet, but if there is a break it should only be about a week or two.
