Chapter 3: The life of a 'Toon
I HAVE A NEW REVIEWER!
Thanks to:
MouseMaster42~ Thanks! I feel kinda bad writing Pit...
The8thNeedle~ Okay, I'll try this time. I still dunno either though.
thefirstgriffkitty~ What in the name of Bahamut is a GRIFFKITTY? XD
Well, here goes. Third chapter. I hope people like it, I'm going to bring in a pretty new character for this story.
I still own nothing. I know, it's pathetic.
Alrighty, here goes...
His plan was simple. He needed something that only Quincy had, and he knew how to acquire it. Now he just needed the components. Big Link's Master Sword (it's longer), some rope from the weird "gift shop", Marth's cloak, his windwaker, and an awesome windsock that he found in Link's costume locker (It looked like Toon Link's hat, but was floppier).
Climbing confidently to the roof, he teetered on the edge as he tied the hat…. windsock to the weathervane. It pointed northeast, which was perfectly on target. Quincy's window was on the south. As he scurried forwards nervously, his feet pattering on the roof, he noticed that Marth was searching frantically for something in the courtyard below. Toon Link hefted his load guiltily, remembering that Marth had a brawl in five minutes.
Oh well, he thought, I need it right now.
Finding the edge of the roof that had the Trainer's window was harder then he thought it would be. He shrugged, looking over the edge of the roof. He shuddered, for even though he had no fear of heights, the stadium was over three hundred feet in the air.
He braced himself, lifting the cape, and flipped it down. It caught on the rough exterior welding, providing a somewhat firm grip. He then went over to the weathervane, tying the rope to the base. It was extremely flimsy, so he was careful to put it on the strongest spot. He sidled over to the edge, dropped the rope, and slipped over the side.
He held on to the rope with one hand and the cape with the other, supporting some weight on each. He gasped, then sighed with relief as the cape slipped, then held. He put his feet on the window, feeling which way it opened, which was outward.
"Dang it all!" He muttered as he pulled his windwaker out of its collar sheath with his teeth. He waved it in his mouth, slipping a stream of air through the window and opening it enough for him to slip through.
The room was empty, but in various stages of packing. He could hear the sounds of a game being played, probably one of the new Pokémon games for the Wii, in the next room, which was where Pit resided.
He could hear them yelling at the game, probably shaking the Wiimotes wildly, and he shook his head. Older than them by three years (most people didn't believe him), he had outgrown all of that stuff long (a month) ago.
Bringing his mind back to the present, he started searching for his goal. In his haste, he knocked a carefully stacked pyramid of Pokeballs off a table, creating a deafening clatter and releasing Charizard.
As the furious Pokémon roared in irritation, the chatter in the next room ceased, then restarted as two awkward teenagers scrambled for the door. Toon Link scratched frantically through stacks of paper, Pokémon evolution charts prominent among them.
As he heard the door handle rattle, he pulled out his sword, admiring the non-pixellated glory of it. He continued rummaging, looking frantically into the bag. As he opened the flap, text projected itself startlingly into midair.
"Would you like to open this bag?"
"Heck yes!" Toon Link shouted, delighted to have found the place where his goal might be stashed.
"Which bag would you like? TMs, Berries, Medicine, Key Items, or General?"
Toon Link made his choice just as the door opened, showing the surprised faces of Quincy and Pit.
"What in the name of Palutena?" Pit gasped.
"What in the name of Arceus?" Quincy gasped simultaneously.
Toon Link clutched his prize, giggling at the boys' faces, then took a flying leap towards the window. As he flew, he snagged the cape from the welding on the outer window, inflating it into a parachute behind him.
There wasn't enough area on the cape to slow him down so, regretting his choice, he plummeted towards the unforgiving turf below.
He closed his eyes, thinking quickly, then pulled his ever-handy windwaker out with his teeth. He wiggled the elegant wand in a practiced manner, blowing an updraft into his parachute, which slowed him down enough to land gracefully on his face.
"Yes!" Toon Link exclaimed.
"Doodleedeedlooo!" A voice out of nowhere exclaimed.
"You have acquired the… SITRUS BERRY!"
Author's Notes: Well, there you go. I would like to bring in Toony as a bigger character. I hope you guys agree. Sorry about the shortness of past chapters, but I did the first chapter super long on accident. They will all be about this long, unless the minutes slip through my claws... I mean fingers. *Evil Laugh*
Demonically,
The Last Drakonnan