Whhhhhhheeeeeeeeee! Aaaaaawwwwww... The ride's over. :( Oh well, I guess I'll just have to type my chapter now. Pooh. Now, I have decided that since I don't seem to be getting many reviews, and I know that there are a lot of people that view this story, then how about for every review you give me, I will review one of your stories! Yay!
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DISCLAIMER: Luke, you can't sue mmeeeeee... because I AM YOUR FATHER! Oh, and I don't own anything, too, so now you can't sue me even more!
Chapter 9
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Trevor was clutching his bat for dear life, of course making it harder for the bat to fly, but Trevor din't notice this... Yet. But eventually Trevor's fear of the rats (that were dead) turned into a fear of being very high in the air over a carnivorous-fish-infested river on a giant bat that was struggling under his weight. Then Trevor realized that he needed to think of a way to blame the Underlanders for what happened, and settled for the fact that they had been holding him hostage and hadn't warned him about the giant rats. Then he remembered that the Dung Beetles were going to sell him to the rats. No wonder they eat dung, Trevor thought.
About halfway there (Although Trevor didn't know how far away they were) Trevor's torch blew out, and it was the last one. Trevor knew that the bats could use echolocation, but he didn't realize that he was choking his bat so much that it couldn't use it's echolocation, and they almost crashed into a wall before Trevor realized what he was doing and loosened his grip just in time for the bat to- Oh, wait, they did crash. But fortunately, the wall they crashed into was right above the beach where Trevor had left. He remembered when he had took off in the boat, and then suddenly realized he had forgotten his iPhone on the rat beach. Siri! Trevor thought. And then, remembering that there were no sad scenes in a parody, forgot instantly about her.
"Wait a second!" Trevor interjected, "I can't just forget about Siri! I got her for my birthday!" Well, too bad. I'm the narrator, I can do whatever I want. Now, as I was saying, Trevor instantly forgot about Siri. And he did. A group of non-ganster Underlanders were waiting by the side of the palace, in front of the door Trevor had left from earlier. Trevor had put together by now that all of the most important Underlanders were all of the non-gangsters.
"Get up, punk!" Trevor got up and turned around to see Marrieth glaring at him in a very gangster-like way indeed. Trevor tried to get up, but his legs were too weak to hold his massive weight this time, so Marrieth (to his disgust) had to help him up, and even then it was hard for the both of them. Once Trevor was up, though, his legs sort of locked in place, so when Marrieth handcuffed him and another non-ganster guard started prodding Trevor towards the door, then he had to walk like a robot until he reached his destination, which was a small room in the shape of diagonal square.
You know it's a diamond, right? Trevor thought. Shut up. Trevor sat in a chair, and he saw the guards strangely set themselves up in the formation of bowling pins, but before Trevor could make a move toward them, unfortunately, Marrieth tied him to his chair. I'm that dangerous? Trevor thought. I'm Super-Trevor or something! Or, better yet, I'M A MAGE! BWAHAHAHAHAHAAA! YOU! Don't make me laugh! Sorry, sorry, I just couldn't help that! It's just- you! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, just continue. Anyways, Trevor falls asleep and wakes up in his own bed.
"REALLY?" Trevor shouted. Nope. April fools!
"Dangit." Just then the guards parted to let in Lucy, who walked acrost the room and slapped him.
"Whoa, man," said High-Heels, "Hitting calls for a time-out, you know." And apparantly it did.
"Lucy!" said Sickus, walking into the room. "Time-out! You know Underlanders don't hit!"
"But Sickus, he made me have to smell pickles! You know I hate pickles!"
"Well then, I take it the rats are dead," said Sickus calmly, because being the only smart one in the books (except for the semi-supernatural High-Heels), he knew that since this was a children's book, that Trevor was going to live, so Sickus could make him go on that dangerous, plot-important, long, kind of pointless quest that he held in the back room in case of boring plot emergencies. You know, if he ever needed to.
"And you also get no dessert tonight for going out without permission." So, she wasn't supposed to be there either, thought Trevor. But then again, she did save my life. Trevor really didn't care though, because he knew that if she hadn't, she would have been wiped out by the kind narrator who would only have been doing his job. Hint hint.
"You know, you have to stop that," said Trevor. "You've only got, like, three shards of the Forth Wall left to shatter, and then someone else will have to replace you as narrator." Really? Shatter. Oops. Shatter. So, Trevor- Shatter. WAIT, WHA- And then the narrator was replaced by ME! That's right, BLURPENSKIRF. boom himself is now narrating this story! And I promise not to interrupt you or make fun of your fatness like the old narrator.
"YAY!" screamed Trevor. On with the story!
"So," said Sickus, "Did he even fight?"
"Bill says he did," said Lucy. "Without a weapon, though."
"Then he was couragous,"
"But don't you tell me every day that being couragous without a weapon is like being smart without a brain?"
"Shut up. He is still better than you." Sickus then turned to the guards and commanded them to cut ropes on Trevor's wrists.
"NOW, SIT AT THE TABLE, YOU LOW-LIFE DOGS! WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A TALK!" shouted Sickus, pounding his fist on the table. Neither Trevor or Lucy moved.
"Can we please have a discussion?" he then asked quietly. Trevor and Lucy, both looking intimidated, sat down at the table on opposite sides from each other, and waited for Sickus to talk.
"Now, Trevor," he began, "I know you're probably coming up with a way to blame us for the fight, but in short, it was your fault, and Lucy only hit you because the deaths tonight brings back memories of her parents' deaths. And you made her smell pickles."
"Sickus!" Lucy said. "That was a secret!"
"I had my fingers crossed," Sickus said. Lucy gasped. "but I think Trevor has a right to know, because I know that he lost his father as well." Now Trevor gasped.
"How did you know?"
"Recognize this?" Sickus tossed Trevor a keychain that had a Hello Kitty sculpture on it. Trevor had made the Hello Kitty sculpture, and then put it on the keychain. His father never went anywhere without that Hello Kitty sculpture.
All done! There we go, that's two chapters in a row, so I think I'm good there! And since I'm the author of this story, I have unlimited Forth Walls, so I'm the narrator to stay! And I also want to remind you of my other story on , entitled THE MACHINE: PROLOUGUE.
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