Author's Note: author's note: rarmaster again! sup? Anyways, forevermagik13 suggested this, but I (well, Joseph) took it in stride and wrote it up. And, yeah, some of these are predictable... but, it's amusing, at least
Joseph sat in the middle of an empty room somewhere in Castle Oblivion. Where, exactly, was unknown, he had made sure of that. He was sort of hiding from 29. He was bent over a piece of paper, scribbling frantically with a couple crayons.
What was he doing, exactly?
Well, he was mapping out his plot to destroy Saix.
This was his third draft, 29 had destroyed the other ones.
"Almost… done…" he muttered.
A dark corridor opened behind him, and he cringed.
"Again, Joseph?" 29 asked, walking over and picking up the piece of paper. "I've already told you, it's too dangerous!"
With that, 29 ripped the paper to shreds.
xx
He was on his fifth draft now, still hiding from 29. Halfway through, he paused and glanced over the draft again. His eyes widened in shock as he noticed a mistake, which he quickly went to fix-
Only to mess up again.
And again.
And again.
In frustration, he tore the piece of paper to shreds.
xx
Draft number 9.
Joseph was actually sitting in the middle of the main room for this one. 29 was off somewhere, and so he wouldn't be tearing this draft up.
He carefully began to map out step number five in the plot.
Just then, the foot of an unaware Vexen stepped on his paper (and a crayon, which snapped). Because, of course, Vexen was too busy taking notes to pay attention to where he was walking.
"Hey!" Joseph whined. "I was working hard on that!"
Vexen quickly moved. "Oops! Sorry, Joseph!"
"It's fine…" Joseph muttered, examining the piece of paper. It now had a large foot print on it. He sighed, and then went to find another piece of paper. And, hopefully another crayon. Vexen had stepped on the blue one. The blue one had been his favorite.
xx
Draft number 12.
This one seemed to be going rather well. He was just barely starting it, but he had made sure to hide where NO ONE could possibly find him. Well, no one except Alpha. He was sitting in Alpha's room, after all.
He had also gotten himself an ice cream for this one, and was happily munching on it while he plotted things out. He had a new blue crayon, too. It wasn't as cool as the crayon that Vexen had stepped on, but it was blue. He would be happy with that.
He zoned out sometime during the plotting process, and his ice cream began to melt.
With a splat, melted ice cream fell on his paper, ruining it.
"Dangit…" he muttered.
xx
Draft number 16.
With a happy sigh, he put the finishing touches on it. He glanced over it happily, but his smile quickly fell.
"This is the stupidest idea ever!" he said, crumpling the paper up into a ball and tossing it over his shoulder.
xx
Draft number 21.
He sat in the entrance hall this time. He wasn't sure WHY he was here. It just seemed like 29 wouldn't bother looking for him here. He sat up against the wall, paper in his lap, crayons at his side, carefully sketching his plan out again.
A dark corridor opened, and he paused. Of course, 29 had caught him.
However, it wasn't 29.
"Yo! Joseph!" Axel said, walking over. "What are you up to?"
Joseph shrugged. "Plotting how to destroy Saix."
Axel laughed, and glanced over his shoulder. "You know, if you want to do that, you might want to fix this." Axel pointed at something as he said that, and Joseph fixed it. "Oh, and change this." He pointed to something else. Joseph changed it what Axel told him to.
A couple minutes later and with a lot of help from Axel, he had the draft finished.
It looked perfect.
"Thank you!" Joseph called as Axel headed off.
"No problem!" Axel laughed. "Just remember what I told you about that door, okay?"
"I won't forget it!" Joseph replied.
Axel left.
"There you are Joseph!" came the voice of 29.
Joseph quickly tried to hide the paper, to no avail. 29 snatched it away from him.
"Joseph, I've told you a million times, you are NOT going after Saix. So stop plotting out these ridiculous schemes!"
29 walked off, tearing the paper to shreds as he went.
"Nuts," Joseph muttered.