Bonjour, my dears. Sorry I haven't updated for a bit....just haven't been feeling too great. Sorry! My bad...my bad....

The quote here is a joke one. It has almost NOTHING to do with this chapter...until the end, that is. ^^

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"Dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.

O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart."

It was a nightmare.

An absolute, looming nightmare. The ten year old whimpered as he buried his face in his hands.

"It BURNS! It BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

Yugopotamia-where a chorus of hacking bog monsters alongside a choir of heralding chainsaws-had seemed like the musicians of heaven

compared top THIS.

Timmy swallowed as he grasped Mark's tentacle, who in turn, gripped his sweaty hand.

"Um…buddy…..I really appreciate this…..but I think I'll take my chances with the killer robot."

Lollipops grew on pink and purple trees, while teddy bears danced small waltzes under the pink leaves and around the trunks of them,

"hands"-if a ten year old boy could call those little stubs those-linked, as all the time they continued chanting in their mad dance,

"Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala….."

Mark's eyes brightened with recognition.

"Hey….I remember that Toddlertubbo from the insane confines of the hideous dungeon in Flappy Bob's!" he paused, blinking.

"Isn't that the one that got sent to Dictator School, and has tattoos over fifty seven percent of her fuzzy body?"

Timmy nodded, throat too constraint with terror to speak. Mark continued.

"Ah….I remember that rewrite. Mucho better, I might add. Didn't that Tubbo seize most of Europe?"

Timmy just nodded again as a unicorn pranced past, main glinting in the overly bright sun, that was giggling faintly to itself.

"And most of the Midwestern, if I remember correctly."

The alien flinched, and crouched behind the ten year old as a butterfly got a little too close for comfort as it ambly fluttered by. Timmy sighed,

and rolled his eyes.

"Dude-just STANDING here makes me feel like I'm about to go into a diabetic coma!"

Mark nodded, looking more then slightly squeamish.

Bunnies leapt around with sparkling blue eyes, nuzzling each other with a loving gentleness as large rainbows stretched themselves over a

soft blue sky with white, somewhat cotton candy stylized clouds.

It was like being stuck in torture chambers.

Torture chambers for a ten year old boy and an alien-Lisa Frank style.

The grass was a sickly, synthetic green, while singing daisies popped out of the earth at every few interventuals, whenever they felt things

were getting too peaceful.

Deer were drinking from a nearby stream, their large eyes and laughing as they continued to sing, and frolic merrily through the flowers, who

were screaming in mid song as the deer continued to leap.

Bees were buzzing, and sugar plum fairies were busy in mortal combat with them as they grasped miniature pixie sticks.

Mark slowly shook his head, shuddering.

"These things are REVOLTING! And not in the good way, mi amigo."

Silence.

The chirping stopped, as did the singing.

The sun disappeared from now dark, somewhat violet clouds.

Something dropped in Mark's stomach, and, as he inched closer to Timmy, he could feel something drop in his gut.

And, for once, it wasn't a struggling ten year old.

The air grew still.

Animals slowly turned to face them, once soft and vibrant orbs becoming a laughing nonexistent, and fading to a bloody red glow.

Growls tore from their throats, foam dripping from bared fangs as they inched closer, circling ever so steadily as cold wind whipped past their

faces.

Timmy gulped.

"Uh…..hi! Hi, nice, scary, foaming-at-the-mouth and ready to tear us apart animals!"

Mark swallowed, and hid his face in soft green tentacles.

"Rabid woodland creatures or sugar drop lane. Hard to say which is worse."

Timmy desperately searched for a weapon and had to repress a moan.

If only he had his Mom's cooking right about now…..

As the sugar plum fairies' wings turned a steely black in colour, eyes blazing with cold fury as they inched ever so slightly forwards….

The ten year old managed a laugh.

"Oooh…pixie sticks. Niiiice. What are you going to do-give us cavaties?"

Silence.

And then, the brightly wrapped candy transfigured into tiny, heat seeking missiles.

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Timmy, now violently trembling, buried his head in his hands.

"I can't look!"

Then, he parted his fingers with a small grin.

"-but I kinda have to because it's kinda cool!"

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Doom.

Imminent doom.

And, as if being surrounded like Walt Kidney stylized animals gone rabid-and well armed-everywhere-the constant giggling that rang in your

ears as the bunny eared, antanead, colorful scraps of life came skipping closer….and closer……

Timmy opened his mouth in a scream before seizing Mark's nonexistant shoulders, and began to shake the alien violently.

"OUT OF ALL PLACES IN THE UNIVERSE YOU COULD'VE BROUGHT ME TO-ANYWHERE AT ALL-AND YOU BROUGHT ME TO THE GIGGLEPIES' HOME

PLANET?!"