The Lost Stradivarius 5

 

#Max

Frantically, John thrusted the Stradivarius back into the cupboard as the hooded figure glided effortlessly across the room. It seemed to be immune to the frigid temperature that had reached in the room. John accidentally stepped on one of the glass shards when he moved out of the thing’s trajectory, which had made a sharp left towards him. What was that thing?

   “What- what do yo-yoooou want?” John stammered, his teeth chattering like a fire in a forest; no response. Something twitched under the cloak, which piqued his curiosity, but he couldn’t show it. Peculiarly, the thing didn’t go directly to him, but instead to his left and picked up his watch. John attempted to flee, but his glued feet wouldn’t budge – fear was gripping them very tightly. Suddenly, it put the scintillating watch on with surprising dexterity, flashed radiantly and then vanished on the spot.

John was left dumbfounded, and the cold left instantaneously. His iPhone flashed that it was on 98%, which baffled him even more if it was even possible to confuse him further. Pacing to the cupboard again, he gingerly lifted the Stradivarius again for examination; it was in near-pristine condition, with a smooth feel. Even John, who didn’t know anything about making violins, knew that it was made delicately and scrupulously. He considered selling it for all that money, but it seemed to collectable to simply sell; he was in a difficult dilemma.

               Not knowing what to do next, John picked it up and stored it inside a safe. As he was about to close it, John realised that he hadn’t picked up the bow; ambling over to the cupboard, he took the sleek stick and horsehair and placed it alongside its counterpart, before closing the ajar door. Now what?

 

#Anna

John considered calling the police. But then they wouldn’t believe him. A floating figure that made his window explode sounded ridiculous. John started clearing up the glass. But he noticed he looked closer he saw a weird thing on the glass. It was a was dry red flecks. John was pretty sure that he didn’t step on that.

He heard a big bang upstairs. What the HECK!!! How many people are in my house? “Is my house haunted or something?” he said aloud. The bangs were getting louder. BANG BANG BANG. John started to leg it to the front door. Suddenly the upstairs floor splintered then fell down into the living room. Wow, this person must be super heavy thought John. John kicked open the front door, too scared to use his keys.

He ran into his driveway and looks behind. Just in time to see the hooded figure floating out of the house. John wasn’t scared anymore. His house. His rules. But then that courage started to lessen because the figure brought out a huge scythe. Naturally, John started to sprint away from his house to the nearest police station.

John looked around him. Where was the police station? The figure kept coming closer, noting caring if John tripped or fell. When he reached the station, John locked himself in. But the glass shattered and the last thing John saw was tendrils of shadow reaching for him.

 

#Max

im sorry

John ducked instinctively, still blinded by the darkness; what use would be reaching out to the police be? They would witness the thing, sure enough, but might not believe what they were witnessing; as John’s thoughts sprinted round his head, he fell unconscious.

When he woke up, John found himself in a bright room, decorated with numerous radiant colours.

“Where am I…” John mumbled, barely able to collect his utterly bemused faculties. There was a plate next to him with delectable fruit, which he eyed carefully. Suddenly, a plump, black-haired woman (with a relieved countenance) came bustling about from a mysteriously dim room. She was no older than forty and wore a crocodile smile on her face, which was smeared in makeup.

“Oh, you’re awake, are you?” she mumbled absent-mindedly. “Must send this as a new prototype for the monster…” She muttered the latter under her breath and shivered, but John heard it distinctly, as he soon started to shiver uncontrollably as well like a fire in a forest; he only had one word in mind: escape.

The moment the “hospitable” woman left the room, he leapt out of bed (somewhat gracefully) and dived through the open window. Fortunately, the generously proportioned lady had gone to the other side of the house, so she didn’t notice his escape. The golden goddess had just reached the peak of the seemingly infinite high sky, hovering above the police station in the familiar city. He pondered and wondered about why the kidnapper had chosen somewhere so close to known land, darting towards the azure building like a deer.

As he closed in on his destination, a policeman ambled out and stared at the streaking, panting figure.

“Oi, what’s the hurry, mate?” he inquired of John curiously.

“Have you noticed a black-hooded figure, floating around here?” John uttered furiously fast. “Oh, and with a scythe?”

“No…” the policeman furrowed his brows. “But meh and the boys saw a figure with da hood yu are talking about, with nah scythe or floating. Well, they had a cloak covering the bottom part, eh. Why?’

“It’s part of a plan. I passed out from it and I woke up in the house over there,” John gestured to where he’d come from, “which has no other houses around, and the woman there nursed me slightly and said that I would be the prototype for a monster or something!”

“Ok, calm down there,” he stared at John incredulously. “Meh and the boys will check it out, eh, but go home now; there’s been news of a robbery or summat – a violin, I think.” John barely stifled a gasp, thanked the man and rushed back home, wondering if it was his Stradivarius that was stolen.

 

#Anna

why are you sorry?

John rushed back home with his heart beating wildly in his chest. He rushed through his front door and looked through the cupboard. The Stradivarius was gone. John was devastated. He could of sold the Stradivarius for a lot of money. John wandered back on to the street feeling dismal. Why did the monster thing have to attack him? Suddenly, he heard a shout. There was lots of people backing away rom a woman. A fat woman. And she was carrying a gun.

“Come here now,” she said, “My boss was furious with me because you escaped. He fired me. But now I’m going to get that job back by capturing you.”

John just stood there. This infuriated the fat lady. She fired. Leaping to one side, John narrowly dodged the bullet. After everything stopped spinning, John noticed a man holding the plump lady into a choke until she fell, unconscious. John took this chance to run away from her. As he tried to run away, many screams reached his ears. He turned around and saw the floating figure holding its scythe. John backed away with fright and then dashed into a nearby house. The house fell down around him. Anger overtook John. He was annoyed. What did it want from him? Angry, John picked up a heavy metal thing and threw it at the figure. The figure froze in mid air as he watched the metal thing plunge into to its chest. It tilted its head then pulled the thing out with ease. AND THEN HEALED ITSELF. John looked at these actions with terror. Fright rooted him to the spot as the figure drew closer and closer…

 

#Max

i took like a fortnight to write that part owo

Closing his eyes, John embraced himself for whatever pain was about to come. But it never came. Astonishingly, the thing gave him the violin – nearly intact, apart from the strings that needed to be replaced.

“Me… he[l]p… yo[u],” something rasped from under the hood; it was as dark as night under it, but John could perceive a single bloodshot eye. John’s taut muscles relaxed, but he still didn’t fully trust the figure yet. Trying to find something else to do, he noticed the person who’d choked his pursuer to unconsciousness had vanished.

“Did you, did you knock out that woman?” John trembled, pointing to the “caring lady.” The hood rose and fell, which John took as yes. He gulped. Could this figure shapeshift, as well as heal itself?

Fear rooting him to the spot changed into incredulity and astonishment. Caressing the instrument again, John sighed and ambled back home, the thing (which morphed into a man, except it was still hooded but didn’t have its scythe anymore) trailing behind him. When he arrived home, he gingerly stored the violin and its counterpart in the vault again. Paranoid that someone would nick it again, he pushed it deep into the crevice and smeared paint all over before finally putting another painting in place. Done!

After an hour or so of puttering around the house for any spies or some sort which could have tracked the house, John sat down, unsure of what to do. Staring outside the nearest window, he espied the ‘man’ in the garden, analysing and sniffing the flowers. He seemed to be enjoying the smell; John was fascinated. It messed with his mind to picture the once menacing, floating and creepy thing, barging into his house with its scythe, now in his backyard and enjoying his plants. What was to come next? Martians or something?

 

#Anna

oh ok ^¬^

The ‘man’ just kept sniffing the flowers until night fell. John stood up wearily. He trudged over to his backyard to see the ‘man’ standing next to a a shining hole.

“I[t]…He[l]p…Y[ou],” he croaked whilst pointing to it.

“You want me to jump into a portal, you must be kidding,” John answered.

The ‘man’ nodded. John sighed and jumped. The world swirled before his eyes then suddenly a bright light took over. As John tried to get the world to stop spinning, he realized he went into the future… There were flying cars and tall glowing skyscrapers. John tapped a person on the shoulder.

“Umm excuse me, where am I and what date is it?” John asked

“My God, my kid is cleverer than you and she’s 5… Anyways the date is 6/7/4042 and you are in UK, bye,” the person said.

“Don’t…tru[st]…any[body]…the[y]…ki[ll]…y[ou],” someone whispered.

John’s heart nearly leapt out of its place. He spun around. The hooded figure was just floating there. John immediately calmed down. Suddenly, an announcement was heard.

“A human has been transported here from the past, they would bring in germs and could probably kill us citizens, whoever finds the human will get £100,000,000.Thank You,” said the announcement.

Everyone turned around and looked at John.

“Oh no,” John said.

The second after John had finished his sentence, the ‘man’ grabbed him and started flying…

 

#Max

‘Parry Hotter’ = John’s ‘Harry Potter’

Flying. Flying? Maybe not flying; more like gliding, the way it had done when John first met ‘him.’ John decided to call him Handel – he was a composer he knew and calling Handel ‘he’ all the time made him feel uncomfortable. Now he was confused. Probably like how you are.

“How did they know I came from the past?” a baffled John asked Handel, who croaked that this was his dimension where there was time travel – either universe or dimension, John didn’t hear it clearly. One hundred million pounds… that was probably one hundred million times more money to protect the local community from a single person than the government back at home did for their entire nation. The image of hovering cars crashing into each other was locked into his mind; was this really the future?

In a series John had read as a child, he discovered that time travel existed in that universe, but there were laws about not changing history and not meeting yourself. ‘If I already died hundreds of years ago, what’s there to worry about?’ John thought, relieved. Still, this wasn’t a fantasy world called Parry Hotter; but it seemed like one. It really did.

After what seemed like a hundred million prolonged hours, the duo landed in front of a cottage; it was a simple edifice, but immense, towering and crimson. Handel somehow dragged John along the path (which was lined with shrubs and all sorts of flowers on either side) using his non-existent hands. Huh. A plump man in a pale lab coat – smeared in dust – greeted both of them as if they were his family and invited them in for a cup of tea. John still couldn’t comprehend what was happening: there was Handel with a scythe who could fly and pull him with nothing, he himself had travelled to the future and… oh, his violin. He pondered and wondered about what would happen to it, sipping his steaming refreshment solicitously.

 

#Anna

Why Handel? Why not Bob? Or Dave? Doesn’t matter…lol.

The plump man waddled away leaving John with Handel. Handel probably felt awkward and floated away to smell some flowers. Actually, John didn’t think the man has feelings. After wandering around for a few minutes, John came upon a TV remote. He settled down and switched the TV on.

“Breaking news, a time traveller has reached our world! He could bring back extinct diseases and much more! Whoever finds him will be rewarded £100,000,000! Now let’s talk about the new film Evolved’s reviews….blah….blah,” said the reporter.

John stared at the screen in disbelief. He had sanitized his hands because he accidentally touched someone with a cold. He took some wipes too. HE’S CLEAN FOR GOODNESS SAKE!!!!!! The plump man waddled back in time to hear this.

“Don’t worry sonny, I know you’re clean. I scanned you before you came into me house. This is a lab after all!” he said.

John just stared at him. Handel had floated back in to search for more flowers. He had settled on a daffodil. The man(called Malcolm also Big Mac)just coughed. There was a long silence. ….

“Open up Big Mac, we know your hiding the guy!” bellowed someone.

“We’re in trouble,” moaned John,” Why is it always me? Please explain!”

Handel looked up from the daffodil and floated through the back door. Suddenly there were cries of help and screams ringing through the air. The front door opened and John saw Handel holding a bloody(covered in blood meaning, not the bad one) scythe in one hand and dragging two bodies with another hand.

“We have our own psychotic bodyguard, how amazing,” John muttered sarcastically. Handel kept dragging the bodies across the carpet leaving a trail of crimson blood. Big Mac kept shouting stop because he spent hours cleaning his living room.

 

#Max

Yes, a repeat of scientists from the other story was exactly what we needed lol. Plus if something makes u feel uncomfortable pls say so.

John felt sympathetic towards “Big Mac” – even if he had such an eldritch nickname, he was human too (unless they didn’t exist anymore in the future) and had been mopping up for hours. Imagine how much work he could have done – well, umm, never mind, think about how many big macs he could have bought! Yeah! While John was postulating, he was jostled back to reality by the sight of motionless bodies trailing behind Handel.

“Stop,” he yelled; Handel promptly halted in his steps. “Did you kill them?” Handel did some weird gesture, but it seemed to make an “N”, so John took that as a no. He was breathing sharply. “Can you reinvigorate them?” What followed was some blinding light, water dripping on all the victims and utter confusion. Big Mac blinked twice rapidly. John blinked twice rapidly. The mob outside blinked rapidly from outside the windows. Even Handel seemed to blink twice from under his dingy hood. Taking his chance, Malcolm gesticulated frantically while warning everyone to back away or they’d meet the same fate. A murmur of interest but panic swept through the small crowd as, one by one, they all started stepping away from us. Perhaps we should tell the people that more often.

“You all know this laboratory, right? Well, why would I allow someone so “dirty” and “illness-infested” as you call him into such a place? It would ruin all my experiments and things!” Big Mac cried efficaciously, to my relief. Eyebrows were raised at his bold statement, yes, but many of them slackened their tight shoulders and started wandering off to do whatever they did in this city. John couldn’t even remotely express his gratitude to “Big Mac.”

 

~Luke

‘Oh dear’ whispered ‘Big Mac’ the next day as the results came in to show that these two people who Handel had done something to were dead. How on earth or on whatever planet this was could they tell everyone the news?

The next few days people would come and peek at what was going on and we had to act that everything was fine, they seemed to not like Handel and were very frightened of him, like I was the first time I met him. Not much went on the next few days, just more and more people coming and in the end, Handel had to stand outside the front door and circle the house like a guard to keep people away. After being with Handel for some time I still couldn’t remember what type of creature he was, I remember a description of him I read but I never really remembered it, it started with an ‘R’ though.

Despite not being able to go out since the leaders would not believe ‘Big Mac’ had tested me I still found by watching ‘Big Mac’ and Malcolm getting on with the future work. It still never made sense of how I was here and I was not ruining time itself, but I could never find an answer to the question so I gave up long ago.

The next day the leaders still did not believe that I was clean, also, we were running low on edible supplies so we had to go to the shops. On the way to the shops and in them everyone was staying away from me for a reason I didn’t understand. ‘Two meters precisely’ said Handel, ‘they are ‘self-isolating’ from you’. ‘why’ I thought. Those words sounded familiar but my experience told me that these sorts of questions were never meant to be answered.

 

#Anna

Wait, Max wrote John but Luke wrote I. Which one is it?

When John reached the lab, Big Mac was standing on the porch with an unusual stillness.

“Umm, Malcolm, Big Mac, we’re home,” John called.

He didn’t answer back. John tried again. No sound. John crept forward. He shook the scientist. Big Mac’s head fell back revealing a huge slit on his throat.

“Oh no no no no no, he was our only chance to get back!”  John cried. Handel coughed and conjured up a portal. Without hesitation, John jumped in. John looked around with his heart beating like a drum.

“Where are we ?” John asked bewildered.

This place had a huge sun that was heating the place up. It was like a sauna. The ground was dusty with rusty-coloured…dust. Trees were dotted randomly around the place accompanied by a shrub as well. Suddenly, there was a huge thumping sound. Handel grabbed John and hovered above the ground. A mob of kangaroos thundered underneath John. It would have been a fascinating sight if John hadn’t been nearly trampled.`

“AUSTRALIA! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!” John hollered.

Handel dropped John and shrugged. He started searching for new flowers to sniff. John sighed. Handel seized every opportunity to sniff something instead of helping John get back home. John wandered around, searching for signs of the modern world. Just as he was about to give up, he spotted a machine in the distance. Sprinting, John shouted at the figure trying to draw attention to him. As John was about to lose his voice from the shouting, a figure called out.

“Howdy mate, what yer doing here?” the figure said.

John was almost crying with happiness. The sentence gave him a new power and he sprinted like Usain Bolt the rest of the way. Panting, John reached the figure. The figure, who was a man, just watched him.

“Nice clothes sonny, can’t be regular folk like me?” he laughed.

John looked at him confused. John was about to scream in exasperation. He’s in a different year again.

“What year is this?” John questioned with a trembling voice.

“1980, why yar ask?” the man answered.

John didn’t hear the rest of what the man said. Everything sounded muffled to John. Will he ever get back home? Handel keeps transporting him to different countries and keeps time travelling. John couldn’t take it anymore and fainted. The man just watched.

 

#Max

meant to be “john” like the text given at the beginning. imo, the pace of the story should be slower now.

When John finally recovered, the scorching sun had already started to descend in the sky. He was then trampled on by another herd of kangaroos.

“Do kangaroos hate me or something?” he groaned as he lethargically rose to his feet. The man was still watching him.

“Yah’re up now?” he muttered disdainfully. “Keds dese days, slept day in and day out…”

“Sorry?” John asked objectively. “I was knocked out, unconscious, not *sleeping* as you say.”

“Sleeping, unconscious, same ting…” he muttered, before saying ‘nothing’ when John glared at him. “Well, you need a place crash at, sonny, right?” John nodded dubiously. “Well, I have a deal for ya, mate: make yar friend stahp sniffing all of my flowers for hours and I’ll let ya in. You are no cold on floor?” Now that he’d mentioned it, John was freezing. Taking a single flower and a flowerpot lying nearby, he held it up to Handel’s hood and lured Handel into the house, placing the pot on the table and putting the flower in it.

“You did say stop Handel from sniffing *all* your flowers,” John smirked at the man, who he discovered was called Oliver. John decided to rename Handel Bob – he’d once known a boy in his class called Bob who loved smelling any flower as much as Handel did; the sun disappeared from the sky almost as rapidly as John had blacked out as he crawled into his minute bed.

 

#Anna

i’m confused because isn’t Australia supposed to be hot? i searched up and it said 17 degrees at night!!!! I’m confused beacuse I think it’s summer because the kangaroos are out.

John woke up to see a face staring at him. John screeched and banged his head on an object but he was in such a panic he didn’t even notice the pain.

“Careful sonny, yar don’ wanna go to thar hospi’arl ,” Oliver grinned showing yellowing teeth.

John grimaced at the teeth and then glared Oliver.

“What do you want?” John asked curtly.

He was annoyed because he wanted a long rest in bed. He also had a terrible night because Oliver had suddenly decided to take his family outside to sing some campfire songs out of tune(with a campfire of course). John barely got any sleep.
“Werll I deecideed tar marke yar breakfarst, yar ungratefarl keed,” Oliver answered.
John peered at the tray that Oliver held. It was French Toast with a cup of coffee. John’s eyes widened. It was his favourite dish that he makes for himself!!! As John was about to take a bite, he noticed a little bottle lurking in Oliver’s hand. John could just make out the name. It said ‘Snake Venom’. John tipped over the tray purposely.
“Sorry, my leg moved,” lied John.
Oliver scowled
and John heard him muttering about ‘a waste of food and poison’ when John heard the last word his eyes widened.
“Um, Oliver, can I go for a walk, I’ll come back for lunch,” John called whilst his brain was whirring for a way to escape.
“Sure keedo, be barck on tarm,” Oliver answered.
John jumped up and was glad that he had nothing except the clothes on his back and Bob. John did his best to walk nonchalantly outside. Once he was out of sight, he dashed over to Bob, who somehow had found a way out and was sniffing more flowers.
“Bob quit sniffing flowers, we have to escape because Oliver the ‘totally hospitable person’ tried to poison me! We have to go NOW!” John cried.
“Warl Warl Warl, Yar found out me plan! Warl I don’ wanna gert sorme disearse from yar so werll bye!” Oliver said.

Oliver lifted up a rifle and aimed.

 

#Max

Imo 17 degrees (Celsius or Fahrenheit?) *outside* is pretty warm. According to a website its around 25 degrees Celsius at night.

Fortunately, Oliver’s aim was abhorrent – he nearly shot his wife (who had strolled out their home, curious to find out what the racket was all about).

“What in the Lord’s name is going on here?” she cried, spilling the flask of yellow liquid she was holding. “Honey, dear, I brought you the thing you wanted to drink. I took a tiny sip of it because I was thirsty; you wouldn’t mind, would you?” Oliver simply gaped at the woman whose toil was slowly but surely ending. His attention was briefly diverted to his wife, allowing Bob to carry John away to somewhere; ‘hopefully where there *won’t* be people trying to poison me even though they barely know me,’ John thought.

They landed in a garden bursting with peculiar flowers John had never witnessed before.

“Hey, Bob (I’m renaming you that), we’re in 1980 in Australia- oh, right,” John muttered. He had wondered whether these things were illegal or not in 1980, but he’d momentarily forgotten they were in Australia – which was full of snakes and other creatures.        Bob simply stared at John blankly, as far as John could tell from under that hood. His thoughts leapt to the whirlwind of events that had brought him here: all of it started with a violin. Just a violin. Sure, it was a very precious one but still made from metal, wood and whatever else was used to make violins. And before that he’d just gone to tilt a painting. “Why is life so complicated…” John sighed as he pondered and wondered for an hour.

He’d absent-mindedly been standing in someone’s front garden for an hour, only to find nothing happened. Apart from Bob searching for more flowers, of course. The house didn’t seem to be abandoned, yet it was the only one for as far as John could observe. He knocked timidly on a door.

 

~Luke

soz I got mixed this up with the war of the worlds XD, anyway, I’m not too sure what to right so this is gonna be short, you guys carry on :).

The door didn’t open, but there was movement inside, this time John knocked harder, suddenly the movement stopped, one of the curtains moved and a wicked, ugly, gruesome, you wish you never saw face jumped out and John smashed against the window. Immediately, the person fell back, knocked out by the hit. They clearly did not have a very good sense of just overall smartness. After some stressful hours of trying to clear his mind of the sight, the door crept open slightly just as John started to forget about the face. Until it all came back to him as the face, the ugly, gruesome, you wish you never saw face, peered through the crack. It was scared.

Being a very positive guy John shouted “come out! We mean you no harm” But this was a very very very big mistake, the face came out but, something was clearly wrong.

Its body was not there…

 

#Anna

Fun fact about me: I like ants but absolutely HATE anthills.

Obviously, John didn’t take this lightly and started screaming. Bob ignored him and started talking to the head. When I say talking I mean alien talking. The head calmed down at the sight of Bob and responded in the same language. John noticed this and wondered if they knew each other. The head and Bob went inside leaving John outside. John was hurt. Why didn’t Bob care about him? Well, he is a strange thing but he should at least have some feelings. John had a horrible night because even though it was nice and warm outside, the ground was dusty and dirty. If he did find a nice patch on the ground it was either over-ridden with bugs or was a sanctuary for water. The next morning John woke up with stiff limbs and started stretching. A second later Bob was in front of him. John screamed and landed on top of an anthill. He screeched loudly and jumped up, frantically slapping ants of his trousers and T-shirt. Bob didn’t even lift a finger to help John. John was hurt even more for some reason. Bob suddenly, flicked his pale fingers and conjured up a portal.

John nearly fell into it and screamed like he had seen a king cobra.

“Do NOT conjure up a portal when my back is turned! What is wrong with you? Are you trying to abandon me? This all happened when we met this head!” shouted John.

“Yo[u]…hel[p]…m[e]…fin[d]…m[y]…mo[t]he[r]. Stra[d]vi[rus]…own[er]…he[lp]…m[e].” Bob croaked.

“Wait,Wait,Wait,WAIT!!! You used me? You could of at least told me. All of this was for nothing.” John yelled.

Without thinking, John jumped into the portal.

“Wa[it], I…ma[de]…wr[ong]…po[rtal]!!”Bob cried

 

#Max

the beginning is bob’s pov, I thought it might be nice to add it in.

Bob had no choice: he had to jump in too. But did he really? He could just find someone more willing to help… No. He’d dragged John into this mess to search for his mother, and there wasn’t any extra time to search for yet another Stradivarius owner – among seven billion people, there were at most seven hundred owners.

“Hmm…” he postulated. “New friend, would you like to come with us?” he asked the head in his alien language. The head agreed, telling Bob that he hadn’t had an adventure in ages and was dying for one.

“What’s your name?” Bob enquired.

“My name (when I was born, at least),” the head replied. “is John.”

Our other John, meanwhile, was staring at the sheer amount of corn surrounding him before a certain Bob and the other John fell on top of him.

“What was that for?” he cried.

“Port[al]…sa[m]e…place…I…ma[d]e…rong…port[al].” Bob replied calmly.

”Would…you…mind…getting…off?” John gasped for breath.

“Sorr[y].” Bob jumped into some corn, which he ate. “Mmm…” As John panted for oxygen, he started thinking about if he should escape and how: half of him felt that Bob had used him, but the other half had grown attached to Bob. I mean, Bob was Bob and he only wanted to find his mother, apparently… John decided to stay with Bob since he didn’t know where and when they were, and he could even empathise with Bob. He glimpsed a tractor in the distance and a plump woman rushing out, holding a tray of corn (John tittered), some milk and some other things. She had a genial smile on her face and didn’t know they were there.

“Finally, someone actually friendly…” he sighed with relief. “What’s his name?” John pointed at the head.

“He…Als[o]…John,” Bob uttered.

“I think I’ll call it a him as well, and his name will be… Jake.”

 

#Anna

cool. It would be cool if the woman in this story had the same teleporting powers and enclosed Bob’s mother in a bottle which trapped spirits and thrown it into a portal. Maybe she did it because she was jealous that Bob’s father was a very cool grim reaper. lol

*I searched up these names OK?

The head didn’t say anything but John could tell it was a bit hurt of being stripped of his name. As John pushed his way through the corn, Bob and ‘Jake’ floated just above the tips of the corn, as though they’re where swimming on corn. Bob kept grabbing corn every few seconds and stuffing them in his face. John rolled his eyes and carried on. The woman was entering a house and was about to lock it when John cried out in exasperation. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion and called out something inaudible to her husband. John was about to give up when he noticed Bob. Bob was pulling out his scythe in pure anger and fear. Quickly, John grabbed the scythe in accidentally pressed a button. It retracted much to John’s relief. Bob seemed to be trembling with anger but he didn’t make any move to grab the weapon back.

John sighed and stuffed the scythe in his pocket and turned around.

“What are YOU doing on my husband’s PRIVATE land? Didn’t you see the sign, boy?” the woman said, bristling with anger.

John tried to explain everything but all the words seem to jam themselves in his throat.

“Cat your tongue? Well, you will have to explain to Harry!” the woman said.

She grabbed John and started hauling him over to the house. Desperately, he looked behind him trying to find Bob. But there was nothing except swaying cornstalks. A ripple of anger and desperation flashed through John. Anger because Bob had just abandoned him and desperation because he wanted to escape so, well, desperately.

When they were about to reach the house, John remembered that he still had Bob’s scythe. He quietly reached into his pocket and pulled it out. There were numerous buttons, but one stood out because of its colour which was red. He pressed and the scythe slid out smoothly and silently. Suddenly, John was dragged over a rock and the pain caused his thumb jerk onto a button. There were some quiet electrical crackling noise and the blades on the scythe didn’t turn electric, sadly, but some jagged, spiky blade edges slid out. John assumed this was to help inflict damage on the victim. Whilst wondering why Bob needed this, he was dragged over ANOTHER rock and he pressed another button. There was a soft swishing noise, one you expect on the first transformation of the scythe, and the scythe blades turned, wait for it, wait for it….ELECTRIC. John was really confused now. Why would Bob switch the noises over. It was completely pointless. John realised that they had arrived at the house and the woman, let’s name her Jennifer, was about to turn around. John swung the scythe around and expected Jennifer to be sliced in two. But instead, there was a poof of colourful smoke and Jennifer was no longer there.
“Turn me back, you filthy boy. I can see that you have stolen Cassandra’s old scythe that she gave to her son Alater*. I knew you were bad but I won’t take that scythe away from you because I’ve always wanted this the happen!”
John spun around and saw Jennifer as a flower, an orange lily. John knew the meaning of this flower is ‘I hate you’. Jennifer suited this flower because she hates everyone. Typical Bob, turning someone into a flower.

 

#Max

*your idea about the soul-trapping thing, maybe

   “What if I keep you like this?” John smirked down at the pale orange lily.

“I swear if you don’t turn me back RIGH-” she suddenly started yelling.

“Alright. And what makes you think I shouldn’t chop you in half right now?” Jennifer froze – and by that, I mean she froze in the middle of her sentence and she stopped swaying in the gentle breeze. “Not so bossy now, are you?” John started taunting the wordless flower. “So… as you were saying about this apparent Cassandra and Alater?” She started to furiously squirm about as a flower in a spasm of humiliation. “Well? Speak up.”

“Cassandra is my sister,” she slowly started simplifying the story. “She had a half-brother who had some strange abilities like making a scythe like the one you have [she seemed to nod at my hand, even as a flower] and he was a gri-grim preaper or something, whatever it’s called [she sighed].” John’s eyes became as wide as tins. “He taught me how to conjure up random portals, only that he couldn’t set a specific time for it, but I eventually figured out how to set a year for it [John imagined her smug face]. I also discovered something* that I most certainly will not share with you unless you let me free.” It was John’s turn to sigh.

“And how do I know you won’t do something?” he raised his eyebrows at the clearly cunning flower.

“Well… I…” Jennifer stammered, at a loss for words. “I’ll come with you!” John sighed again. He couldn’t leave this woman whom he’d just met as a flower, whether she was very rude or not. He sighed yet another time.

“Alright, I’ll take it,” John decided. “But no funny business, agreed?” The flower rolled around in a circle – John assumed Jennifer was rolling her eyes – before nodding violently. “Good.” He ‘sliced’ her again and found the same woman again, except she’d just fallen over. What a great start!

 

#Anna

Jennifer stood up and brushed herself down.

“Remember, no funny business,” John said.

“Yes I know, I haven’t got a memory problem!” She snapped.

“Jeez,” John muttered and started walking, signalling with a flick of his tail. Wait wha-!

“What’s happen-miaow!” John screeched/miaowed.

He spun around and saw her pointing a chubby finger at him.

“Haha, this is soo funny!” she choked out, tears pouring down her cheeks.

John yowled and sprang at Jennifer with claws unsheathed. He grabbed on to Jennifer piercing her skin. He sank his now razor-sharp teeth into her ginormous thigh, ignoring the disgusting taste.

“OW, GET OFF I HAVE TO DO THIS OK?” Jennifer screamed.

John was confused. He let go and padded over to the abandoned scythe. Ignoring John’s now green gaze, she started healing her wounds.

When it seemed like a millennium had passed, Jennifer turned around wincing at the blood that had splattered all over the used-to-be-clean floor.

“I have to do that. We have to find your ‘friend’ first and if you appear in that portal in human form you will get killed.” Jennifer said.

“Miao wioar yorw?” inquired John.

“Why don’t I have to? Well, I took the disguise of the creator of this place. I didn’t kill her!” she cried seeing John’s look of suspicion,” she passed away leaving her subjects to think that she died!”

John narrowed his eyes and suddenly had the urge to lick his ruffled ginger pelt. As he was doing this, he noticed Jennifer opening a portal. His head shot up and he trotted over to the opening door. To his amazement, this wasn’t Earth but a different planet! His eyes stretched wide open and looked at Jennifer.

“What? Time isn’t the only thing these portals can do! Different dimensions, parallel universes, different planets…There are loads!” Jennifer said excitedly.

John said something in cat language.

“I don’t sound mean? Well, I have to put up an act to scare away trespassers and unwanted visitors,” said Jennifer,” Plus, my name isn’t Jennifer, it’s Alice. Another thing to shut your ugly cat laughing up, I know the pretty name doesn’t suit this look but, like I told you before, this is a disguise!”

John quietened down but he still had a cat smirk on his face. Then he had another question.

“Stop. I don’t want to talk. I’m focusing on getting into the act!” snapped Alice.

Then she quietened down. She looked thoughtfully into the distance. John was about to open his mouth to ask his unimportant, irrelevant question when Alice sighed.

“Just be quiet after I answer your unimportant, irrelevant question,” Alice sighed, “I chose to turn you into a ginger cat because the adbisor of the leader of that world was a ginger cat. Now shut up.”

John was about to miaow continuously just to annoy Alice but thought about it. Before stepping into the portal, she bent over and picked up the scythe. John padded after her and stepped in. Suddenly, there was a new world. There were candyfloss clouds, sherbet sand next to a lemonade sea. Cute gingerbread houses had small sugar glass windows clearer than any glass on Earth. Rock candy had paved the gleaming streets and candy cane lampposts stood motionless waiting for night to arrive. Liquorice trees stood in an orderly fashion with a warm breeze occasionally rustling its delicate sugar flowers. There was a rumbling sound and grey candyfloss clouds had arrived. Rain pattered down. John wasn’t surprised when chocolate milk rained down onto the land. After ten minutes of hiding under a surprisingly water-proof gingerbread house, the rain had stopped. John wandered onto a small field and saw small croissant grass and wafer flowers with a smartie in the middle. There were bushes with crisps for leaves and chocolate for branches. He entered a house and saw profiteroles as bean bags, marshmallow beds, and sofa with crepe curtains. He backed out with a smile on his face. Everything was so delicious. There were MASSIVE doughnut bridges and the citizens used doughnuts as swimming rings. John smiled at everything. Suddenly, someone grabbed him. He swung around claws unsheathed. Again.

“Calm down! It’s only me! Don’t be fooled by this sweetness. This convinces you to live here. But when the portal closes…” Alice said

She looked frightened. She took a deep breath and continued.

“You turn into a sweet. It depends where you are. You might be a lamppost, a swimming ring, a house. The people that were trapped as sweets are released but are still stuck in the world.” She explained.

John miaowed urgently.

“Don’t worry, the world recognizes us as a creator and her pet. We are fine!” She reassured though she didn’t sound so reassured herself.

John relaxed and miaowed to be put down. She let him go and he started kneading his paws into the ground eager to get out of this place.

“Wait there, we aren’t going yet,” Alice said, understanding John’s anticipation,” I trapped Bob’s, as you say, mum. I was jealous that she had no time for me since she had adopted her half-brother’s son.”

John miaowed in shock and stared at her.

“Yes, I know that is mean, but every time I w-wanted to do something with her she just p-p-pushed me away! Even when it was my bir-bir-birthday! I was angry, I didn’t mean to but I couldn’t think straight,” she said sadly.
Tears started pouring down her cheeks. John jumped on to her shoulders and licked the tears away. Mostly because he was scared the world might see. He still felt empathy for her though. But that was only about 20%. She blinked her thanks and started walking to a huge palace. She muttered a few words to it and there was a bang. There was a heap on the ground with a fluffy dressing gown wrapped around it. It woke up with a groan and looked at its surroundings. It was a woman with short blond hair and startling blue eyes. Alice opened a portal underneath the woman and jumped in with her. John grabbed on fearfully hoping he wouldn’t be flung off. They landed in the cornfield and felt Alice getting up quickly. She had removed her disguise and John saw that she had long chocolate brown hair with warm amber eyes. Alice was very different from Cassandra, John guessed. Very unlike the saying two peas in a pod. But John and noticed that they both had the same warmth in their eyes. As they approached Bob’s step mum, she woke up, again, with a huge gasp.
“Who are you? Where is Bob?” She cried.
Alice stopped in her tracks and stared at her, failing to stifle the shock and sorrow. John was shocked. Alice was her sister! It’s obvious Cassandra was the worst sister in history. At least the others knew their flipping siblings! John hissed and leapt and Cassandra but Alice grabbed with lightning-fast reflexes.
“Don’t hurt her, she’s still my sister,” she whispered.
“Keep that beast away from me,” Cassandra screamed.
John narrowed his eyes and hissed but stayed on Alice’s shoulder. Alice tried to tell Cassandra that she was her sister but the worst sister in history stayed convinced that she kidnapped her. What a bad sister. She only cared about a child/strange species who wasn’t even her actual blood! John stared at her in disbelief and anger. Suddenly, John was flung off Alice’s shoulder and landed in an undignified heap. There was a screech and saw Bob and Cassandra hugging each other. Well, more like Cassandra hugging Bob. Alice gave Bob his scythe and was about to walk away when John started screeching.
“Oh, I forgot sorry,” Alice said in a monotone voice. She flicked her hand half-heartedly and walked away. He had turned back into a human! Bob conjured a translator out of thin air.
“Wait, you had a translator this WHOLE TIME! You could’ve at least had that when you spoke to me!” John said still peeved that Bob had abanded him.
“Is this true?” Bob’s translator crackled.
“What?” John said.
“That my adopted mother had abandoned her kin,” he crackled.
“Yes, why?” John said.
“A true mother doesn’t do that,” Bob simply answered.
Cassandra gasped and started to protest.
“But I had to look after you, Alice was just a nuisance,” She objected.
“A true mother wouldn’t say that,” Bob declared.                                                                                                                                                                                                   “Goodbye!” Bob finished in a surprisingly cheery voice.                                                                                                                                                                                              Cassandra let out an unseemly wail. Bob shook his head sadly and floated away signalling for John to follow him. John jogged up to catch him up and thought about everything he had seen.

 

~Luke

Like this story is SO confusing, I didn’t even know or understand anything u guys put XD, soooo ima just maybe shorten it like ‘o’ short and make it SIMPLER like ABC 🙂 soz that smiley just made it creepy anyways.

Back in the normal world, people were not realizing that he had gone, disappeared, into a new world. It was like he was wiped from their minds, even his parents, no clue he was alive. Life was normal back then, but since they went into the future, the past would have to change too. A new pandemic from the ejyfakulosispop virus, caused millions to die, millions. It was a painful period, and this would be continuing for the next 50 years.  A painful, gloomy, lacking life period of time which was remembered as the great depression *Ik that’s in history but just adding it as a name*. Nothing, no vaccines could fix this annoying, irritating, stupid virus, nothing.

 

And now, 20 years until it is the same as the future, 3/4 of the population in the world had died, but the virus started dying and disappearing for an unknown reason. But then, the population increased a lot, very suddenly, no one had had any babies, they just, appeared. Around another 10 years, later people found a UFO crash site where hundreds, maybe thousands of UFOs had crash-landed. Where they surrounded by…Aliens???

 

#Max

the family relations is getting a bit confusing, so forgive me if I get it wrong lol (and Luke let me rewrite his part). and when I think of them meeting Cassandra for some reason I think of a void-like place, so I’m using that as the setting.

As John and Bob followed Alice to wherever they were going, John took one more glance at Cassandra; she was thrashing about on the dark ‘ground’, slapping herself on the face and hollering inconsolably. John couldn’t help but feel bad for her, despite all he’d heard within the last few hours. He turned back around to amble away from her, wincing as the wounded wolf howled yet more cacophonously. His thoughts once again leapt to the typhoon of events that brought his bedlam life to this moment and wondered whether everything was all just a dream. Sure, dreams didn’t last this long, but they weren’t this implausible either. Pinching himself for what must have been the millionth time since he met Bob, nothing changed. He still couldn’t bring his incredulous self to believe it.

John turned his attention back to Bob.

“How come you never used your translator? It would have made things so much easier!” John exclaimed, now moderately irked. Bob somehow shrugged nonchalantly in response, and after that John just dealt with his feelings and started breathing deeply.

“Hey, umm, Alice?” he mumbled tentatively.

“Yes?”

“Are you coming with us? Since you might have stuff you want to do.”

“Pah,” she scoffed, “the only ‘stuff’ I have to do is feed my fat father. He also makes me eat far too much, as you can probably tell.” John paused; he wasn’t sure how to approach this at all.

“Are you going to leave us soon?”

   “What’s with all these questions about me leaving?” she shot back menacingly. “Anyways, I have nothing else to do in my mundane life, so why not.” The conversation ended there, as the trio left the quietening woman behind and strolled in a direction. In the distance, it seemed to become lighter, John noticed – perhaps this vacuum wasn’t so endless as he thought. And perhaps his tail would be of some use.

 

#Anna

Got An idea. John fell into a network of caves and something was following him.

Alice walked off grumbling under her breath. John paused and fell through the floor.

“WHAT THE-!” John cried.

He landed on the dusty ground. Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound above John.

“JOHN!” Alice and Bob called out.

CRASH.

“Guys?”

No answer. John sighed. Everything had to go wrong for him.  There were footsteps and a whispering sound. John froze and ran into the darkness. The sound started getting fainter. His heart was like it was about to beat right of his chest. His legs were aching but his brain knew if he stopped the owner of the footsteps would reach him. After it felt like he had run across Russia, he stopped. He fumbled in his pocket for his phone. He took it out with a sigh of relief. He shone the light around. It looked like he was in an abandoned hotel type maze. NO.2 on creepy places. Obviously, it is after abandoned hospitals which were NO.1. John shivered. He hated any types of mazes. He crept through the corridor though. The footsteps will catch up. He walked around and heard a soft thudding sound. He ran back to the door. He couldn’t hear the whispering/footstep person so he stood by the maze entrance. Tiptoeing across the vine-covered carpet he looked left and right. Nothing there. There was a loud SCREECH. John didn’t want to take any risks and legged it back, again. He was trembling with rage and fear. His raged swelled up inside him. How could this happen to him? He already did enough adventure stuff! The fear was like a strong fountain. It washed away all the fiery anger and took its space. What was that sound? What was lurking in those dark corridors? He glanced around, looking for something to protect himself with. He saw a piece of paper pinned to the mouldy wall. John slapped himself. He was shocked. He was trying to find his way through the flipping maze and the map was right there, in front of his eyes. John carefully ripped it away and walked forward, new courage swelling up in him. The thudding sound was there again. He saw someone crawling on all fours. No…wait…WHA-. The figure was on its arms ONLY. NO LEGS. JUST THE TOP HALF. John screamed.
“WHAT IS THIS CREATURE?” John screamed.
Running like his life depended on it, well it actually DID. He ran and turned his head trying to see where the abomination was. The face leered at him, about a ruler length away from his face. Its face was even whiter than snow and had long tendrils of black hair dangling in front of his face. Huge eyes stared at him. Round circles with only a speck of black in its eyes. This creature was surprisingly fast, it doesn’t even have legs! John’s legs were failing him. The thing was still close behind. Fear was bubbling in him.

 

~Luke

Anna did u add that from The Mimic… Yes you did. Just gonna follow with the rest of the mimic.

The creature picked him up by its mouth. His view started shaking and suddenly he saw an image, a face behind the creature’s hair, which he wished he never saw. A face. Not a clean one but a BLOOF-CURLING OUT OF THIS WORLD one. The creature brought out a tiny knife and sliced him all over. He saw blood running down his legs but he did not feel any pain. Now, he was back at the beginning of this cave again. This was way out of the ordinary. The map in his hand had disappeared. He hurriedly ran towards where it was last time, and yes it was still there, it was like he’d respawned. And there, right in front of him was the door that led into the maze. John felt irritated and frightened about going in there, dying again, and worst of all, seeing that face again. And an even worse thought could’ve been that, would he respawn again? Maybe he was just lucky this time. The more he thought the more he wanted to get out of here. He ran back to the place where he had fallen in and tried to find a way out, but it was just soil and more soil, he was blocked in. The only choice he had left was to go through the maze.

He had to go and find the key. He had to go, left, right, forward, left again, forward and left and he should find it. John, creaked open the door, it was frustratingly loud, a white figure rushed past to the left. ‘OH COME ON’ John screamed in his head. The monster had gone the way he was going to head in. At high speed the monster came out of the corner and charged like a bull at him. He slammed the door shut, but a string of the monster’s hair was still there, trapped in the door. He was way too panick-struck to do anything but stare at the door and the hair, after a few minutes he decided to pull the hair. Tug, tug, it didn’t work, the door was too thick, tug tug tug, something was tugging at the other side too, IT MUST BE THE MONSTER. It was now also knocking on the door trying to get in. He shouted ‘WHO’S THERE’ but he didn’t hear his own voice. He was absolutely petrified. He sat down on the floor and curled into a ball. Maybe he could let the monster through then rush in and get past the monster! John praised himself so many times he forgot what he was meant to do and had to re-think it all over again, now he really was angry, he couldn’t get his thoughts straight through his anger so he had to calm down. The knocking sound got louder, faster and desperate. John finally remembered his masterplan and luckily he didn’t praise himself even though he forgot that he had forgotten through praising.

 

It took a lot of courage for John even to put his hand on the handle of the door. He pushed it open a bit, then shoved it fully open. He rushed in, the door shut behind him, sure enough, something went past, it didn’t look like the monster, unexpectedly around the corner the monster appeared, THERE MUST BE TWO! oh no, he thought, the monster was getting closer every millisecond he threw away. Without thinking he turned and started banging on the door, his hand started bleeding from hitting so hard but he continued. Without warning the door opened and he got pulled in, behind him the door slammed shut and he heard a bang from the monster slamming itself on the door. Then everything went quiet and John regained his breath after the most nerve-racking event he had ever been in. He was feeling dizzy, his head was heavy, neck hurt, covered in blood. He looked up at the figure who had rescued him, she looked familiar, she was, she was… John had fallen asleep.

 

#Max

turns out this part was completely ignored

ㅤㅤJohn jostled back to reality, his eyes still closed and remembering what had happened. Who had saved him? After a while of pondering and wondering, he opened his eyes only to find Cassandra hovering above him.

ㅤ“AH!” he screamed, tumbling off a bed onto a sturdy floor and holding his knee in agony; at least he knew it wasn’t another dream. The woman still observing him was… Cassandra? “Why’d you save me?” he asked timidly, bemused. Before she’d been shrieking and hitting herself but now she was placidly minding John. Scanning his surroundings for the first time, he noticed he was somewhere else (in a bright, white room with several beds and some surgical tools behind the treacherous sister) and could hear some kind of alien language outside, being responded to with ‘pah’s of ire – he knew almost instantaneously it was Alice and Bob arguing about something. Was he in a proper hospital now?

ㅤ“I do good things now,” Cassandra replied, a hint of guilt in her voice. “Make up for what I done.”

ㅤ“Where am I?” John asked incredulously: it seemed only moments ago her history had been revealed to him.

ㅤ“Hospital,” she gesticulated to the room, “I take care of you now and join your team.” There is no word to describe how astounded John was – he now had yet another ‘teammate’ to find Bob’s mother and could hopefully return to normal life soon, playing his Stradivarius, if it hadn’t been stolen for a second time. Perhaps it had even been stolen before he found it behind the painting, of all places. Eventually, he was allowed to leave his bed and regroup again, complete with Cassandra as well. The hospital was in pristine condition, but this one also seemed to be completely deserted without any more monsters stabbing him on the leg or… John shivered at the thought. On his first steps outside, he found himself leaving “Italian Hospital” (ironically named in English) and entering in an urban area. Noticing a newspaper on the ground, he read “Italian Hospital suddenly empty | 14.02.2048”; he was starting to become sick of all the time travelling now.

 

#Anna

“John! Are you OK?” Alice asked worriedly.

“First time I saw you fussing over me!” John teases.

“Shut up! The cave you fell into…it’s cursed,” Alice shot back, hesitantly.

John held back his retort. Cursed? How? The only thing cursed was the monster’s face. It was terribly scary and ugly. You can never erase that from your mind. If you saw that you will be scarred for life.

“Wha-” John gasped.

“The monster there will stalk you and then, well, kill you…” Alice said, looking at her feet.

John looked at Bob for support but Bob was ‘looking’ the other way. John knew that meant that Alice wasn’t trying to scare him. Suddenly, his vision was swirling.

“Guys?” John called out.

“John she’s teleporting you some-” Alice and Cassandra cried out simultaneously.

He didn’t hear the last part. He was already at his destined location. Footsteps. Whispering. Add them together equals to RUN!!!! John started running. He didn’t want to see more disturbing monsters. It will annoy him hugely. The footsteps were getting quicker. John started sprinting. He didn’t want to die. He still had a whole life that he could have. This thought spurred him on and he started running faster.

Don’t run…Stay here…Everyone else ran…

What did you do to them?

Devoured…They ran…And got punished…AND SO WILL YOU!

John froze. That voice chilled him to the bone.

BE QUIET!

Why should I…You helpless against ME

John didn’t want to thought-talk. It was very scary. What do they mean got punished? Will he die? John stopped he turned around. The monster wasn’t there. There was a VERY tall woman walking towards him. She a white nightgown and a large white summer hat. It was stained with…ketchup(A.K.A blood). She had black eyes that look like oblivion. Long mascara like streaks ran down her cheeks. Classic monster. Her mouth had a wide smile. A smile that was filled with sharp teeth stained with…ketchup? NO! You’re wrong. It isn’t ketchup. It was stained a vivid yellow. Probably because she didn’t brush her teeth.

Hello small person

RUDE! I ain’t small. You’re big. Plus you need to brush your teeth. They’re yellow. I bet they smell.

How…How.How DARE YOU…You will be punished. You will be ripped from limb to limb…yes…

The woman was so deep in her torture ideas that she forgot about John. He just strolled away whistling until he met a door. He opened it and stepped in.

Alice and Bob were staring at him.

“Hey, we saw a woman walking towards you but disappeared when we arrived. You just appeared on the floor. Are you OK?” Alice said quickly, trying to hide that she was concerned. Probably more about her own safety. Probably…

 

~Luke

hey guys, this is me…

‘I never want to go back in there AGAIN’ John whispered, ‘It’s freaking me out’

Without warning at all, his friends started morphing, changing, into monsters. Their arms dislocated, head turned upside down. The most gruesome actions and movements you could possible (well not possible at all) do in life. ‘Ermm guys?’. But John knew he would not receive a reply now.

The whispering came back, surrounding him, engulfing him, in a sea of words. Without thinking John turned and ran for his life, he thought about his life, before all of this. It seemed perfect, but something was wrong about it, every memory he had, every action he remembered, it had the fingerprint of The Mimics (those monsters). They had been onto him his whole life and they decided to kill him now.

 

  Erm guys, where are you?

Once again, no reply came but he could feel that something was trying to speak. STOMP STOMP STOMP, something was approaching, and it was approaching fast. ‘John, John…John’ it whispered, the voice was cold, it was calm, it sounded like Alice.

Alice?

Nothing. The footsteps got louder and the whispering, desperate, until everything went silent, the lights flickered, a cold wind went past, the lights flickered again, then died. It was pitch black, it was silent, it was freaking John out. He felt a cold hand, touch him on the neck. He jumped around, fists at the ready. But with no visual sight of the thing, he couldn’t fight. Something punched him, something bit him, and something strangled him, only to drop him. All of this, this sensation, it was familiar, again it felt like Alice. But John knew it wasn’t her.

John help

A faint voice came from behind, the first time something replied. He turned to the voice, but it was all around, no matter where he turned the voice was on his right. This didn’t just spook him, it paralyzed him. His body felt cold, a shiver went through him. But, his face, it felt hot. His body, it felt… different. He felt taller. Somehow, the lights flickered back on, John was definitely A LOT taller, he wanted to look down, but he couldn’t, his head was stiff. He turned his whole body  around for something to see himself with and sure enough, there in front of him, was a mirror. John stared at himself, but it wasn’t him he saw, but an ugly, freaky, sickly monstrosity. He lifted his arm, so did the figure. He turned his hip 180⁰, so did the figure. Wait, 180⁰?

John heard footsteps once again, he wanted to run, but his body wouldn’t let him. His body turned towards the sound and heaved itself towards the sound. Suddenly one of the monsters appeared right in front of him. John knew he was dead for sure. But no, the monster, the mimic it said

friend

…

 

#Max

ㅤㅤJohn stared in wonder; he couldn’t really control himself from what his body was doing, and the monster vaguely resembled Alice. Bob – unaffected, it seemed – popped out of nowhere. He would have nearly gagged John, had he not muttered ‘Bob’. Bob’s eyes seemed to widen from under his hood, before releasing John. Slumping onto the floor immediately after, his mind went blank for yet another time.

ㅤㅤNext thing he knew, he was in a hospital.

“Ah yes, more hospitals,” he thought bitterly, but no sound could come out. The room was identical to the ‘Italian Hospital’, except it was actually deserted this time – Cassandra wasn’t there either. Silence answered his noiseless cries. Reaching to his ears (which felt perfectly human-like, for now at least) he felt blood streaming through; what had happened? Suddenly, Alice and Bob burst through the door, mouthing things frantically.

“Hello?” John trembled – he felt his mouth move, but he couldn’t hear anything. Alice started to scream, he could tell and started to wonder whether he was deaf. “I can’t hear anything, might be deaf.” Alice stopped instantly – whilst Bob’s cloak seemed to slump down a few centimetres – before her eyes cast over John’s ear covered in ‘ketchup’. Conveniently, John had learnt sign language: his uncle, who’d taken care of John as a boy, had made sure of it, “in case John had to communicate while he or someone else was deaf” as he’d reasoned. “You know sign language?” Alice nodded, before making a wide variety of symbols that John barely recognised – occasionally, he could read several words, but it seemed like an entirely new language had been derived out of… multiple sign languages? “Umm… I don’t remember this being sign language.” Alice sighed, before using the sign language he knew and could respond with. ‘Whew, that was difficult,’ he thought; it was his turn to sigh. At least they had some sort of communication… before he noticed Bob’s translator vibrating.

 

#Anna

*This is John’s thoughts. The bold and italics.

John stared at the translator. He was going to say that the translator was vibrating but his vision started swimming. He was in this dark room. There was a tiny white door. He stood by it, wondering why it was there. There were quiet footsteps and he turned around. There were these people with a key.

“Hey, can you help me?” John asked.

No words came out. Only some dreadful humming that sounds like a cat being strangled. The people ran. John chased after them. Why would they run? Oh wait, he looked like a monster, no wonder. He went around the corner and saw someone just facing the wall, as though they were wishing they weren’t here. He went to comfort them but an invisible force pulled him forward and he, well, strangled the person. A ‘nice’ way to die.

See, being me is good…You get to kill anyone you like…and following people is even better…Friend…

No way! This isn’t good or amazing or fun…This is just plain murder! If you enjoy doing this then you are a…a…

John was trying to think of the worst insult he could call the monster.

I’m a what? Are my actions so good you can’t think of an insult? Your words are weak like your common sense.

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, are you sure, you weirdo? Your actions aren’t good. They will be good when I finally like broccoli and that will never happen.

How DARE YOU. But I have to agree that broccoli is the worst.

There was the sound of an annoyingly squeaky door being opened and hurried footsteps.

“Quickly! The Mimic might be coming!” a voice hissed.

“Where’s Emma?” someone whispered.

“She’s respawning, the monster killed her,” the voice whispered back.

“I’ll go back for her,” someone said bravely.

Well, what are you waiting for, Friend, you must go and kill the rescuer. 

I have a few things to say. Firstly, I am NOT your friend. If you keep saying that I will whack your face. But now thinking back, I think those bruises will make you more attractive. Also, why must I kill the rescuer? Are you too lazy just to do it yourself?

The Mimic paused. John started looking for somewhere to run. He realized his huge clumsy feet weren’t good at jogging let alone running. And who can outrun a voice in your head? John’s vision started swirling again. He sighed. He hated just appearing here and there. It wasted his time. Though it wasn’t like he had much to do. He didn’t have much of a timetable unless it was a workday.

He was in an abandoned city. John looked at himself. Yes! He was normal again. Although I, the narrator, wasn’t that excited.

You disrespected the ways of the demons so you will meet him yourself…HA…HA

Your laugh is so weird. It’s supposed to be *AHEM*. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Not…Ha…Ha. You can’t even laugh normally.

Then there was a deafening rumbling sound. Red light invaded the abandoned city.

Meet Friend.

John couldn’t help laughing. Again.

“Are you laughing at me?” boomed a harsh, scratchy voice.

“The… way…she…said…Friend…was…hilarious!” John laughed, gasping for breath.

“Oh for goodness sake,” sighed the demon,” You made me miss my favourite show coming here, and all  I see is this human thingy laughing at you! I chose you to terrorise the living but you failed.”

“YES, I DON’T HAVE TO SPEAK WITH THOUGHTS ANYMORE!” John cried abruptly.

“So like I said, I missed my favourite show and then I have to attack this midget? It’s not really worth it,” the Devil sighed.

“Hey, I’m not a midget, I’m average height,” John shouted.

“You don’t look suitable for Hell…I guess you will go into the Between…better than Heaven and better than Hell,” the Devil declared, twisting his head 360.

I’ll kill him mySELF if you won’t!

John had to laugh. For the 3rd time.

Stop LAUGHING…Let the battle begin…

John laughed again. For the 4th time.

“You should stop laughing or we won’t get anywhere,” the Devil advised.

“When have you ever had good advice?” John teased.

“Shut up so we can get somewhere, this looks like a good battle, I’ll get some popcorn and Fanta…maybe some Maltesers as well,” the Devil mused.

 

~Luke

I’m REALLY confused…

John was about to call the Devil a no good over-sized ‘bratty’ pig for telling him to shut up, but he realized that the Devil must have always been this rude since he was the ‘Devil’. But still, something about the Devil just made John want to slap it HARD (is it an it?, John didn’t know, neither the narrator, but let’s call it IT) right bang in the middle of its face. John was too busy thinking about how much he hated the Devil that he didn’t realize that someone, maybe the rescuer was trying to sneak past him. John wanted to pick the tiny thing up and eat it, but he came to his HUMAN senses. John picked up the little human, brought it to the key area but it just, dissolved. John had killed it, how? Maybe his hands were just acidic? He touched the wall and kept his hand there, no, maybe just to humans. He walked back to the entrance to the maze, no it was the exit. Err this way? No. John tried to memorize the route from something he’d seen before and it came very clearly to him:

But, it was no use, he didn’t know where he was on the map. Where on earth did he find it?

‘ok, I took a photo of the map now Jack’

Jack? who was that?

“Ok!” A light cheery voice that definitely did not suit the situation piped. That must’ve been Jack.

‘Why do I always think that there are more than 1 mimic or monster?!’

your right!

I screamed, but annoyingly it came in my head, and not through my mouth.

The voices got louder, John was definitely closer to the people, the voices were louder.

BOOM.

silence. The smell of rotten meat. Death.

 

#Max

I thought I’d ‘published’ my writing but turns out it didn’t properly publish, and my file didn’t save so sorry for the wait.

*original story was published around 1900 so he doesn’t know what Fanta and Maltesers are, you can change it though.

Meanwhile, Satan had just been watching John struggle to control himself and figure out what was happening. John finally stopped, as the foul stench must have meant the survivors had died; he was still stumped at what would happen to him after. Trying to clear his thoughts, he just focused on “popcorn, Fanta and Maltesers”* – whatever they were, he assumed they were modern snacks (he couldn’t remember what year it was anymore) as he noticed Satan had some orange drink, a bag of chocolate balls and, of course, popcorn.

“Where’d you get that food?” John tried to speak once more, but it only appeared in his head.

“Trying to clear your thoughts, are you?” Satan snicked tauntingly. “Well, I am Satan, so-” Unexpectedly, a blinding light appeared as John shielded his eyes and glimpsed an angel. Like a fire in a forest, he was grabbed as a bow and arrow materialised in the same angel’s hand before it appeared in Satan’s stomach. He barely had time to bellow in fury or in agony as the trio were yanked into the high sky. John stared at Alice and Bob, who were there with him. Alice’s grotesque face slowly contorted into a human. A normal human. A normal human with human senses. Staring down at himself, John realised that he’d transformed back again.

“Now, you three have got some explaining to do with why you were down there,” the angel spoke in a soothing, mellow voice – yet it seemed somewhat threatening. John just closed his eyes once again, before visualising Cassandra.

“Cassandra…” he murmured, not knowing how many cogs had clicked together in the angel’s head, each taking that one word with a grain of salt.

 

#Anna

I’m a bit confused but I’ll try my best tho ^.^

“I-I-I don’t know what I’m was doing there…” John stammered.

“I’m just going…try…to go,” John said finally.

He turned and took a step and fell into the abyss below.

“OOF, well that was a dumb move…now let’s see where we are, probably somewhere dark and dismal,” groaned John.

Suddenly, light flooded into the gigantic crevice in the ground. The angle was floating down.

“Why would you do this?” the angel ‘wailed’.

John didn’t say anything and just stared back. The angel started floating closer towards John. John’s heart started racing in his chest. What would the angel do? Angels are supposed to always be nice but that isn’t true isn’t it? Scrambling towards the shadows, John started hiding. He didn’t trust the angel. How did it know he was there anyway? Something fishy was going on but John just couldn’t put his finger on it. The light was following him. Diving into a crack, he held his breath and waited. The angle flew right past him. He spotted a small cell in the middle. Bob was trying to saw the bars with his scythe. Alice was trying to distract the angel by shouting at it. Nothing worked. The bars seemed to defect the power of Bob’s weapon. Alice’s threats were just ignored. The ‘heavenly’ angel was still searching for John. As the Angel swept past, John spotted a key and lunged for it. He successfully managed to grab it without alerting the celestial spirit. Alice noticed this and tried to signal the lock’s hiding place to John. Darting towards the cage, he slid the key in and turned the lock. He had freed his friends.

The angel started spilling light. It was a blinding white light. It was like looking directly at the sun. When all of this was finished the two people and thing was and the top of the cave. When the dazzling light faded in the middle stood the monster. She wasn’t going to give up yet…
“Why can’t you just leave us alone? We’ve done nothing wrong!” John yelled.
The mimic was quite far away so he had to shout.
“You will see…” called out the mimic before John’s vision started swirling…again…it felt like the millionth time…

 

~Luke

I have no idea what to write because we’ve gone over the maze SOO many times… I’ll just do it again and then I end up back in the hospital. ‘y’ dunno I’m writing confusing mode, but I’m going to use Percy Jackson, kinda and just make it godddds.

Once again, John was back in the maze, the boring old maze he had to come back to every single day, or it seemed like a day. John had no watch or anything to keep track of time. What if when he went back, he would, be dead, because of old age. No. John pushed that thought out of his mind as if he wanted to live he better survive here. Bob and Alice had disappeared once again and John was back in the maze, back to the beginning again.

‘Max?’

‘boop!’

The sound of new maze runners, probably not by choice, was at the entrance. But, something felt wrong, the sound of the voices, they were distorted. No matter where John turned, the voices seemed to be right above him. John couldn’t take it anymore and punched the ceiling, but there was no ceiling, his hand just went through what seemed to be a ceiling. John jumped to see if his head would go through, but he couldn’t; his feet were glued to the ground. But he could walk, and faster than usual. John’s vision once again started whirling around. ‘It was way too early for another change’ John thought.

 

He appeared in the middle of a dark hallway, ‘great another maze’ but, no, he looked down, nothing, he touched his face, nothing, nothing at all, he wasn’t there. He was having a nightmare. Two dark figures walked towards John. CRASH, a window shattered right next to them, they didn’t care, they just carried on. The two people came into view, but they weren’t people, they were monsters. Fangs, slithering tail, ugly face. They walked towards a boy, around 15 or so. ‘Masssssssssster’, they bowed ‘we have newsssssssss.’

‘what is it?’ the master’s voice sounded painful and hurt as if he was dying of old age, but also hurried as if his life depended on it.

‘We have figured out a plan to destroy the humanssssss and the Godddsss!’

‘destroy?’ John was puzzled, why would they do such a thing, but before he could think, he was back in the hospital. That nightmare had to have meant something.

 

#Max

indents and spaces are broken for this website;-;

ㅤㅤJohn was slightly more confused about the Gods part, rather than the destroying part: these creatures and their ‘master’ clearly had dreadful intentions, but what did they mean by Gods? His mind suddenly leapt to the lessons about Hinduism he’d had at school, even though by Gods they probably weren’t referring to Allah, or whatever Hindus’ Gods were called. Jostled back to reality, John leapt out of bed for another time. Was it the same hospital? His thoughts were still partly on his nightmare (had it been a vision? Maybe…) and who those monsters and that obviously inhumane boy were. John smiled a bit as he remembered some of the Parry Hotter stories again.

ㅤㅤSilence reigned throughout the entire building, anxiety squeezing John’s airway more and more every second. For some reason, John’s clothes were in rags, so he fished out a stereotypical lab coat, a pair of coal-black trousers and swiftly put them on before exiting the room again, straight out into the empty street.

ㅤ“Where are Bob and Alice…” John muttered bitterly to himself before venturing out into the street. Pondering about his nightmare, he absent-mindedly bumped into other annoyed people rushing for work and whatever they had to do. It was so short – perhaps it was like one of those ‘every small detail can be a hint’ riddles. If that was the case, he knew there was someone called ‘Max’. Was that part of the vision though? John’s head throbbed from his bemusement as he maundered about the street.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ*   *   *

ㅤㅤMeanwhile, Alice, Cassandra and Bob were gathered around a table in a bar. Cassandra had been drinking before Alice and Bob had arrived, having fallen onto the solid wooden ground with a thud. Naturally, the other people in the bustling saloon gave the “unknown weirdos” some space: evidently, they hadn’t witnessed such a thing for at least a while.

ㅤ“How are we going to find John after he disappeared?” Alice despaired, letting her emotions out despite not having known John for a while. Bob was postulating under his hood, as Cassandra (whose spirits had been raised greatly after the duo had arrived) waited for her moments of drunkenness to pass.

 

#Anna

*The name wasn’t a swear I just couldn’t think of anything 😅

John was standing outside a bar. One that was nestled between two abandoned buildings in a dismal street. John had no idea what he had to do but he had a feeling that he must enter this not very welcoming building. He entered just in time to hear a panicked voice and a loud thump.

“How are we going to find John after he disappeared?” Alice despaired.

Cassandra was struggling up with a relieved smile on her face. John stood there, thinking up of a remark to embarrass Alice. A guy hurried over to him, happy to see someone ‘normal’ he could talk to.

“These people are quite weird aren’t they,” he remarked.

“These ‘weird’ people are my friends,” John shot back.

The man gasped and apologised profusely. He dashed away leaving John staring at the commotion. He walked forward and saw Cassandra. She squealed and dragged him over to Bob and Alice. They all stared in amazement. Well, Alice did. You can never tell what Bob’s expression is. After that, Bob had patted John on the back and Alice had kind of hugged him. It was seemingly awkward because Alice and John had always been frenemies. It was really easy to start a war between them. Just say,

“Oh hey, John! Alice called you a name! It was [ ___]*!”

Then John would just start a war. Or just the other war ’round if you do it to Alice. There, now you know why the hug was the most cringy/awkward movement in the world! Suddenly, there was a loud BANG! Thick grey smoke enveloped them. There was the tell-tale crackling sound of fire. How it occurred so quickly, was a mystery. Once everyone was evacuated out of the smoking building, the ashen crowd realised that none of the other buildings was affected. This was confusing but no one cared. They only cared that they got out safely. Apart from the bartender, it was his job obviously. Another BANG! The rest of the street erupted into flames. As quickly as it had started, the flames went out, the only reminder of its presence was the charred structures that had been left behind. Smoke was curling upwards into the star-spangled sky. The sky seemed like a perfect night but it was anything but that.

 

~Luke

I am so confused… I’m just gonna write

It was only after a few hours until the banging stopped, they had no idea what is was but it was definitely dangerous. Everyone was so glad that the threat of the bangs had stopped, apart from John, he secretly liked the bangs because THEY WERE SO BANGICIOUS (John was a little drunk for no apparent reason).  Without hesitation (cause he was drunk) John crab-walked to the site of the banging even with his friends warning him not to, apparently, he couldn’t hear. More crazy stuff, John started to shout BANGY BANG BANG, over and over again which after a bit he made a very ugly face to show he hated the sound he was making. He was definitely drunk. John strangely had not drunken or eaten anything that could’ve made him drunk, he just kind of turned drunk. All of a sudden, he stopped, his eyes, they turned golden, and a raspy voice spoke, One may enter the doors of death, never to return they shall, the friends will perish by hand of Gata, None will survive, But one will rise, mighty king, to rule the lands. Of course, this freaked John’s friends out, Alice almost made herself deaf with screaming, but still John’s golden eyes didn’t change and he was still stuck in that one position. One, the voice started again shall save almighty brave, to only lead to his grave, the world is in war, all will perish. And finally John collapsed, but of course only good because the voice stopped. Alice somehow remembered the words ‘One may enter the doors of death, never to return they shall, the friends will perish by hand of Gata, None will survive, But one will rise, mighty king, to rule the lands.’ Then the second part she forgot but Bob had remembered it ‘One shall save almighty brave, to only lead to his grave, the world is in war, all will perish.’

 

#Max

When John woke again, his eyes burned like he had been set on fire; he couldn’t remember a thing, so you can probably imagine how he felt when he found Bob, Alice and Cassandra staring at him from above. Naturally, he started screaming and fell off the wrong side of the bed. After an hour of explaining what had happened later, John was still bewildered but acted like he understood a tiny bit of what had just happened to him. His thoughts jumped back to his vision of ‘destroying the gods’ and wondered privately whether he was some kind of ‘chosen one’ like all the cliché best-selling stories.

“Anyways, do you think this has anything to do with the Gods, whoever they are?” John asked the trio still staring at him, only to receive blank faces. “Oh, right, I didn’t tell you…” And so, another twenty minutes later he’d finished explaining his vision and so it became a time to gather around John’s bed and be confused together. Yet, the words that had come out of John’s mouth weren’t particularly positive either – it seemed like he and his friends were to “enter the doors of death, never to return” and that John would be abandoned when his “friends will perish by the hand of Gata”. Gata… John kept that name in the back of his head, clenching his fist. Was his personality changing? What had even caused all this chaos in the first place… John couldn’t even remember anything anymore, apart from a violin. Cassandra injected something into John’s arm; he instantly felt very energetic, before exhausting himself again by just stretching.

“They won’t die, not on my watch,” John finally murmured under his breath bitterly, sitting up in his bed before being knocked out again by whatever medical drug he was on.

 

#Anna

John sat up quickly. He had this horrible nightmare about inviting the evil snake-servants to his birthday party and they ate all of his cake. And they handed them presents and it turned out to be a giant, hungry lion who ate John up. When he was getting eaten the snakes were hissing with laughter. But now, as John realized, he heard hissing again. He turned his head. Looming over him was a HUGE snake. It opened its mouth ready to strike when it crumpled to the floor like a doll. Red was staining John’s blankets. Bob was standing over the snake-thing with his scythe in his hand. He was obviously pleased by the way he was bobbing up and down in the air. John clambered out of the blankets, carefully avoiding the blood. When he put his foot down he stepped right into a puddle of crimson. John lifted his foot up gingerly.

“Disgusting!” complained John.

He glanced at the floor and opened his mouth to complain about something again.

“The damn snake fell onto my slippers,” he moaned.

Bob slung over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. He flew through the corridors as fast as lightning narrowly twisting himself around the snakes that stood guard at the entrance. He dumped John and the floor and floated over to some of the tulips that were left abandoned in the car park. Patients were huddled like penguins in the middle of the, well, car park.

“What happened? How did everyone manage to get out so quickly?” John questioned.

Apparently, everyone was let out by the terrifying snakes. They only wanted to kill John. John panicked. Was it because he had overheard their plans or was it because he was the Chosen One like Parry Hotter?

 

~Luke

Once again, Im confused.

 

He put that thought out of his mind at the moment, his main task at hand was to get the hell out of this building, through the window. No, not the window, he’s on the 32 floor of the hospital, you don’t wanna jump out of a window that high, unless your committing suicide of course. Suicide, the words stuck inside John’s head, he wasn’t sure why but his mind just hung onto it. Snakes, great a new word John thought as another snake climbed up and gave him goose bumps. Goose, with bumps hmmmm. The only way out, now coming back to John’s most likely lifeline was, the locked door. Yes it was locked but it was his only choice, other than jumping out of a window thousands of metres in the sky and screaming jeronimo on the way down, or maybe he could’ve screamed, i loved you life, but you were too. No, he wouldn’t call life that. One thought in John’s mind. DOOR.

 

#Max

Once again, I’m also confused.

Another snake appeared through the window.

“Well, now we definitely can’t go through there,” John muttered, as Bob yanked him through the door, narrowly missing a spurt of green liquid from behind them. “These things fire poison or something!?” From wherever it was, Bob’s translator crackled ‘guess so’ just as the duo were practically flying down the nearby stairs; only then did John realise that Alice and Cassandra weren’t with them, nor did he notice them in the unpursued crowd outside.

“They… Alice… in… the…” the translator stuttered before an explosion sounded in Bob’s clothes. Typical plot twist, except in real life.

John arrived in the car park, where everyone was huddled like penguins in the middle of the car park. For some reason, he felt like he’d been here before but soon disregarded the thought as more of these abominations of creatures slithered towards him from newly cracked crevices in the concrete ground. Screams pierced the air before one champion, a young girl, could have broken windows miles around with her inhumane screech. Instantly, one by one, each snake fell onto their side and writhed in visible pain – John, meanwhile, felt like his ear was being blown off by a supernova. When it finally ended, each animal disappeared with a poof of smoke, as cowardly patients gradually opened their firmly shut eyes: you could say they were glued together.

“Is everyone okay?” John asked timidly, trying to stamp out some remaining panic and confusion. What he didn’t expect was to receive irate glares of a fuming mob and to be surrounded from all sides, before a certain pair of sisters leapt in and sent everyone flying off, also vanishing like the snakes.

 

#Anna

John stared at the place where the snakes had disappeared. Gathering his senses he looked at Bob.

“We need to know where Alice and Cassandra are! They could be in danger!” John cried.

Suddenly, smoke surrounded John.

Two friends are stolen from the Chosen One. They will endure torture until the One will come to save them. If the One does not come: They will die…The Chosen One will face problems and fights and we will make sure he does not survive. If he does survive the friends go free but he will take their place…Either way, someone dies…

Abruptly, all the smoke wafted away and John could see everything again.

“Alice and Cassandra have been kidnapped! Well, adultnapped…Anyways, We have to save them!” John stammered.

Go to the nearest abandoned cave…cave…cave…

“We have to go to an abandoned cave! Let’s go, Bob!”

Once John reached the nearest cave The darkness swelled over them.

“Can’t see anything, careful John, something might be here…” Bob crackled.

John felt the air swish by him. He reached out but nothing was there. He assumed it was the wind. Even though he was deep in a cave. Suddenly, something pounced onto John’s chest, knocking the air out of him. Its claws raked John’s legs. Pain shot up his leg. He clutched at his thigh and felt blood oozing through his fingers. Then the cave was filled with loud purrs…

“Bob! It’s me Flower!” something purred.

A bright light filled the cave. A cat was winding itself around Bob’s cloak and Bob was stroking it tenderly.

“Sorry, I thought you were an intruder!” miaowed Flower.

The first thought that came into John’s mind was: What a typical name from Bob…Flower…

“Some snake said that a huge dog would come into my cave and attack me!” Flower miaowed happily, “Thought you were the dog! That snake was dodgy! Really sus! But I wasn’t going to take no risks!”

 

~Luke

one word, Confused and also nice writing @Anna and @Max

John was about to scream a really rude comment at the cat but he thought twice, instead he said ‘Ssssssnake?’ Bob and Flower suddenly started to stare closely at John as if he was an enemy.

‘HFIURHIEUHU’ Bob said. John couldn’t understand him, it was probably the dizziness coming from his cut. The cave seemed to have changed, blue things were dotted all around the ceiling and walls, moving, they looked like, like, worms. He could hear snakes slithering around and hissing in his mind, they were talking

‘Welcome brothhher’ John knew many words to describe that, one being very-very-very-very-very-very-very-very-very-creepy, and that was all one word. John’s brain felt small and tiny even though he wasn’t sure how he felt his brain size, all he knew was he could feel his tummy size normally, small. Without realizing, John was slowly ambling towards the wall and climbing up it with ease. The blue worms all moved away from him, probably also surprised how small his brain was at the moment. But slowly, they seemed to edge closer, and closer, cautiously. SQUEAK, mongooses in the cave, wow ok. SQUEAK, more, right. SQUEAK, shut up. Silence. John talked, SQUEAK. Oh wow, it was him. HE WAS A MONGOOSE, he thinks.

 

#Max

Rewriting Luke’s part

“How do you know Bob?” I asked Flower.

“Oh, he found me one day and gave me some flower-shaped biscuits which are my favourite food, so now I’m called Flower,” it replied nonchalantly, before lying down on its back.

“Isn’t she adorable?” a deeper voice crackled – how many translators did Bob have? ‘Good to know it’s a she I guess…’ I thought.

“Hey, uh, you want to come with us?” I asked Flower (I privately wondered why Bob was so obsessed with flowers). “We’re currently searching for two friends of ours; have you heard of an Alice and a Cassandra?” I could have sworn that Flower facepalmed with her paw – except she pulled it off as wiping her brow halfway through.

“Who hasn’t? Those sisters saved the hospital nearby and this cave before,” she muttered patronizingly. Bob’s hood went up and down – probably a nod – as I cursed him and his cat under my breath. “I think they split up and Alice left Cassandra behind for some family reason or something.” ‘Ah yes, a repeat of the information we already have is exactly what we need,’ John thought petulantly. Sighing, he asked when this was. “Oh, happened about a couple of hours ago.” John just gaped – he and Bob had never seemed to sleep for as far as he could remember, yet he was still knocked out every so often. Could it really have been a few hours ago?

“Sorry?” John enquired again incredulously.

“Oh, sorry, it was [John sighed and relaxed] half an hour ago [John tensed up, his eyebrows practically flying off his face]. You didn’t know?” Despite Flower sounding genuinely confused, John couldn’t help exhaling heavily through his nose. “Oh dear…” she muttered.

#Anna

confused.com is all I’m saying.

John paced around, wringing his hand. A lightbulb pinged in his head.

“Yes! If Alice and Cassandra left half an hour ago [ John took a deep breath] then that means they couldn’t have gotten far away! They must be close!” John cried.

Bob thought about it.

“But didn’t you say two friends got kidnapped from that prophecy thing?” Bob crackled,” That means that they could have gotten far away if those snakes monsters are involved, I mean they got to the hospital as quick as a flash!”

John’s lightbulb dimmed. He let out a groan. Bob was right. If those snake monsters were involved then lots of things could have happened.

“Flower? [ she purred a response] Did you catch anything about where they were going to go?” John asked.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmm, well, oh yes!” Flower purred,” Cassandra went to this place called Gale Island, sounds terrible, and Alice went to this place called Danger Bay, sounds horrible as well! I could take you there!

Bob’s translator buzzed with delight. John let go of his breath. He had been holding it for ages-worried that news would be bad-and had turned a deep shade of purple. Once John’s face had turned a normal shade of, well, face, then they set off. Bob suddenly conjured three rucksacks out of thin air. The smallest for Flower, the flowery one for Bob and the…

“NO WAY, I’m not carrying that!” John cried.

The biggest bag was the size of one John. Flower pawed the ground impatiently and made a sound that sounded like ‘Typical’. That set John off. He heaved the bag onto his shoulders, gasping for breath. Bob must have seen that strain in his face because he made a sign that meant ‘We’ll take turns. Happier, John waited for Flower.

“Oh right,” she muttered.

The cat swiped her paw on the ground, creating a perfect circle. The circle was as dark as space and looked like it had some twinking stars as well. So basically, it looked like space. very simple description.

“Alright, jump in,” Flower miaowed and leapt in.

Bob floated in gracefully without hesitation. John was a whole different story. He was trembling and sweating. He hated portals. They gave him this funny feeling. Suddenly, he heard some slithering behind him. He froze. It was the snaked. Jumping in as quietly as possible, John was in the portal at last. A funny ‘ whOop’ sound was heard. The portal had closed. John scrunched his eyes up as the feeling of travelling through portals took place. His stomach tightened and his head felt like it was going to expload. His limbs had lost their feelings and he felt like he needed 10000000 glasses of water. He appeared on Danger Island at last.

“I see why they called it Danger Island,” Flower mumbled close by.

As John’s vision cleared, he saw thousands of zombies staggering towards him. And the most terrifying bit was that John knew that zombies hated sunlight, courtesy to Minecraft™, but here, that wasn’t true. They were stumbling towards him in BROAD DAYLIGHT!!!!!

 

~Luke

The more the zombies seamed to stumble, the more they seemed to become faster, which clearly didn’t make sense in John’s opinion. Flower seemed to understand but she didn’t have a care in the world to share it with the group. Bob seemingly stood there with his unreadable facial expression of nothingness floating around. ‘BOOPS’ muttered the zombies, John was pretty sure they were meant to say ‘BOOPS’ brains. John started seeing green all around him, maybe he was just being stupid and was sick. He looked around, and sure enough, the black nothingness of BOB was green…

‘Bob, you’re erm green, and glowing.’ Bob’s translator beeped

‘Oh danks John.’

‘No, I meant quite literally.’

‘Danks again John, but erm I don’t need it from a BOY’ Bob said that word with disgust as if he wasn’t one, and it made quite a weird, annoyed and embarrassing show for John. He was not used to being the ‘OBJECT’ of something like this or the subject in politer words. He felt as if he was in the centre of a nuclear reaction, but he was immortal so he turned super super hot, and in hot he meant the hot, heat one. Lost in thought, the zombies stumbled closer, and grabbed John by the face with so much force it knocked him into his dinner of sand. Something sharp, like teeth, sank into his arm, he felt a jut of movement in his whole body, and he was lost in though.

 

#Max

          John opened his eyes: there was nothing. Bob wasn’t there, light wasn’t there, even nothing wasn’t there. Yet there still wasn’t anything there. A screen in the distance, amidst this vacuum – whatever it was – was approaching him. Opening his mouth, no noise come out and his movement suddenly became bound to centimeters from his body. The screen showed a person… him. John. It was him. In his chair. There, across the room, was the painting concealing the violin. Had it really led to all this mess though? He’d eventually found out that Bob was searching for his mother, not the violin. John racked his brains for the entire journey, but most of it seemed to have left him. The John in the screen-hologram stood up and ambled over to the painting, pausing and glitching out to some monstrous green thing in the middle. Trying to stare away and close his eyes, John found himself being tortured by the mere sight of that thing until he couldn’t take it…

“Hey, you there, infected guy,” John felt himself being prodded and feeling as if he was nearly scorching alive, “hurry up, I’m your commander and you’re part of our army now. Go!” he pointed with a blocky arm towards some characters by the horizon. “The sun is setting so now it’s our prime time, now chop chop!” the commander barked. John groaned and started following all the other zombies: as he examined himself, he found himself still as John. But green. Perhaps he wasn’t slow and wouldn’t burn to death like his fellow “soldiers” now. Only then did he realize that Bob and Flower weren’t with him. ‘Great, I’m completely on my own now…’ he thought morosely, wondering what would happen to that flower-loving demon and his cat.

 

#Anna

Stumbling to random places, John groaned at the monotony of this all. The commander of the army had sent them to a particular nowhere. He had heard some screeching earlier but was too zombie-ish to care. Suddenly, he felt a zombie-ish tap.

“I want you to sweep the perimeter around this rock. You seem better than the rest,” said the commander.

John nodded and staggered to the rock. What he saw there was a human strapped to a flower-patterned armchair. They had enough movement to scroll through their phone though. Which was exactly what they were doing.

“Alice?” John zombie-exclaimed.

Actually, it came out more like this.

“Aaaaaarghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice???” John zombie-exclaimed.

“Urghhhhhhhhh, another one of those weirdos, oh it’s you, John, I knew you’d come and rescue Alice!” Alice bragged, “I’m so CLEVER!”

John was confused. Alice didn’t act like this.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you I’m Flower. Yes! Bob’s old pet! You see, I started working for the snakes when Bob ABANDONED ME! Yes, abandoned! You’d think that Bob is too nice for that but well, YOU’RE WRONG! He abandoned me just because I knocked over a plant pot. It was just a daisy. But he reacted as if I had just MURDERED his whole family. He dumped me in the ocean, yes OCEAN, and if the snakes hadn’t saved me I would be dead,” Flower ranted,” Luckily, my plan went well. I managed to trick you and Bob to this island called Flower Island. That’s right, I OWN this island. And these zombies. And now you! Bob is right now drowning somewhere in the ocean. He deserves to feel what I felt! Everything is going smoothly!”

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, buuuuuurrrrrrrttttttt wwwwhhhhhhheeeeerrrrrreeeee eeeeeeesssssssss Aaaaaaaarghhhhhhhhhhhhhwwwwwwwwwwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiccccceeeeee?” John slurred.

“Where is Alice? Well, you’re dear Alice is somewhere here! I’m right now going to visit her. Do you want to come?” Flower answered calmly.

John zombie-nodded and fell through a hole. Flower padded next to him and mewed,

“Here we are!” she trilled.

Alice was sitting on a chair and was being forced to watch YouTube rewind 2018. John could tell that the video was cringe. She was grimacing at the video like her life depended on it.

“Now would you like to watch YouTube rewind 2018 as well?” Flower purred, “I promise you it’s fun!”

 

~Luke

 

“Can someone please dislike this video?” Alice moaned from her strangely built chair.

“I’ve already disliked it on all of my accounts, Alice.” responded Flower in a way that she made it seem like it was obvious. “Of course I did.” Ok, so it was obvious.

“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicccccccceeeeeeeeeee?” Only then did Alice seem to realize that they was a giant green thing in the middle of the room standing right next to her repeating something like ‘Agwice’ The thing looked like a half zombie with a diagonal green line down the middle of it. “Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicccccccceeeeeeeeeee mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmu hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiirrrrrrrrrrrrre” Alice turned, slowly even though she couldn’t really.

“Hallo green thing.” She said with a bit of disgust and a ‘BLURGH’ sick sound, but otherwise she really felt sorrow for this green thingy.

“AHHHHHH” screamed the screen as the scene of the battle-bus started, naturally John replied,

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *breath* AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *faints*” Bang, John’s head hit the ground hard, concussion time, the last thought rushed through his mind ‘ Would he ever change back? ‘ And it went silent. “KAY-POP” screamed the screen, then, it was silent.

 

#Max

John woke up with a groan, his hands tied behind his back and his body strapped to a chair.

“Alice?” he murmured, realising he was back to normal again. There wasn’t any light where John was stranded, flailing his torso futilely. In front of him, a light spotlighted Flower, holding the same computer Alice had been watching rewind 2018 on before.

“Now, it’s your turn,” Flower cackled somewhat maliciously, holding the computer in front of John, a video called “The Napoleonic Wars – OverSimplified (Part 1)” which had premiered nine hours ago on 29/5/2021, John observed. ‘It’s 2021?’ he wondered. ‘I guess that explains this weird gadget then….’ Suddenly, a scene of an engaged couple giving birth to… an entire army?

“Flower, what on earth is this?” John screamed, “Yes, that introduction had involved Napolean being born but why is his mother giving birth to an entire army?”

“Oh, just to make you suffer,” Flower responded, smirking cantankerously. John sighed and decided to let her do what she pleased; after all, he was at the mercy of what the cat wanted.

“You’re at the mercy of my paws,” Flower giggled uncontrollably, voicing John’s thoughts. He was also thinking how him not paying attention to his history lessons was giving him a bit of karma now.

“How long do I have to watch this stuff for?” John groaned, wishing he’d never given Flower the option to join him and his friends.

“Oh, when Bob wakes up in his container, he can watch you suffer.” ‘Container?’ John postulated. ‘What on earth is Flower doing to Bob?’ was his last thought as a cylinder container came out of the ground, showcasing Bob with a flower in it.

 

#Anna

“YOU IDIOTS! WHY DID YOU PUT A FLOWER IN THE CONTAINER? BOB IS PROBABLY HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE IN THERE!” Flower screamed.

The snake servants hissighed* and opened the container. Bob remained perfectly still, entranced by a stupid flower. When the snakes threw the flower out of the container, Bob started struggling.

“Stay there you ugly fool,” Flower spat.

“Flower, why?” Bob’s translator crackled.

“Well, you idiot why don’t you think back to the time when you chucked me into the ocean to die just because I knocked over a plant? And now that we find each other again you except me not to get revenge? Before I thought you were dumb but now I think you are an imbecile with no knowledge,” Flower ranted, again.

“Oh please, can you two shut up? This advert is so interesting! It’s advertising FOOD!” John moaned.

Flower hissed, like a cat, not a snake, and turned back to Bob.

“I changed my mind! John, watch anything you want, Bob you are going to be the one to suffer!” Flower said absent-mindedly.

John punched the air and typed in ‘Flamingo’ as quickly as he could. John was suddenly transfixed to the screen of screaming and actually funny jokes. Unlike some other YouTubers.

“Now for the classic torture, lemme present, YOUTUBE REWIND 2018! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA,” Flower cackled.

“*cough* MWHAH*cough* HAHA *cough* ha, Urghhh my throat hurts. Ok just turn the video on now,” Flower croaked.

John looked up for a fraction of a second to see what this commotion was about and then returned to the screen. Suddenly, Alice walked in with dead snake servants in her hand. Flower didn’t notice her because she was also enchanted by the video that was playing on John’s screen. Alice strolled forward and karate kicked the screen. And broke it. Flower and John started rolling on the floor and moaning.

“Why Alice, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS! WE WERE WATCHING MY FAVOURITE FLAMINGO VIDEO, WHYYYYYYY!” John moaned.

Flower composed herself and started rifling through this dusty, musty, crusty chest that was in the corner.

“I never saw that before,” Johns sniffed,” How did that ge- GET OFF ALICE! I STILL DON’T FORGIVE YOU!”

Alice started dragging John away from Flower the moment Flower produced another screen.

“WE ARE SAVED,” John screeched, throwing his hands into the air.

There was a rumble.

“I think you screeched too loud John,” Alice and Flower observed simultaneously.

There was a loud BANG and Flower, Bob, John, and Alice fell into this river deep underground.

 

*    *    *

“Heh, lucky this river was underground,” John sighed.

“Ummm, don’t any of you notice that the river is glowing,” Alice stammered.

“Noooooooooooooo-ooooooooooohhhh I see what you mean,” Flower miaowed.

A dark shadow zoomed beneath them. John looked wide-eyed at the others. The look of shock on their faces was obvious that they saw it too. A small splash was heard behind them. All 4 of them turned around slowly. A shiny, dark grey fin was following them.

 

~Luke

This story is getting very dramatic at the ends per para

‘Looks like you found my pet. He likes death.’ The word death hung in the air, the image of evil, the symbol of darkness. ‘He likes death more then a chocolate-fudge, with whipped cream, soft sponge, and….’

‘STOP’ screamed a voice that sounded very gassy. ‘You were meant to say “He likes death more than anything else no a chocolate fudge cake you stupid front-side.’

‘Is front-side a rude word?’ Alice whispered to John,

‘Well I see you front-side everyday Alice, so I hope not.’ Replied John in a hushed tone. Bob burst out laughing, by burst it meant spitting everywhere, collapsing on the ground and rolling in your spit unknowingly and also being Bob.

‘What’s so funny?’ embarrassed the dark figure questioned. ‘What’s wrong with my back-side talking to me and giving me instructions?’ Bob almost literally died with laughter, if he could laugh, it looked like he was.

‘Back-side is a rude word I think.’ Whispered Alice

‘Glad I don’t see it everyday.’ John answered back.

‘SHUT-UP YOU TWO’

‘Oh, Alice I just remembered a joke, Mr Front-side and Back-side listen up. One day there were three people in the woods, Manners, Shut-up and Trouble. One day Trouble went missing so Shut-up and Manners went to the police station. Manners waited outside whilst Shut-up went inside. “What is you name” asked the policemen behind the counter “Shut-up” Replied Shut-up, “Excuse me? What is your name” Asked the policemen, this time with a hard edge to his voice. “Shut-up I said.” replied Shut-up. “Where are you manners!”  “Oh, he’s just waiting outside” “Are you looking for trouble sir?!” “Oh yes, how did you know?!”

At this point you would swear that Bob was dead. He was wheezing so hard and laughing on the floor rolling around in spit. ‘Hey boy’

‘Yes front-side’

‘Don’t call me that!

‘Ok front-side.’

‘Oh never mind, could you be the policemen very quickly?’

‘Sure, why not. What is your name?’

‘Shut-up’

‘Exquse me, what is your name?!’

‘I meant shut-up like literally shut-up boy.’

‘Oh no, it doesn’t mean that, you see the person’s name is shut-up so he…’

‘I KNOW YOU DUMB FOOL, I’M TELLING YOUR STUPID BRAIN AND MOUTH TO SHUT-UP NOW. YOU DO NOT DISR…’

‘wait a second front-side, I gotta burp really quick.’

‘oh no, your burps are so stinky.’

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

‘OMG back-side, you really need to work at a gas-station it’ll suit you, you gas all over the station.’

Bob really was dead now, he was motionless on the floor laughing the hell out of himself and having the best painful tummy time of his life. ‘Are you okay Bob?’

‘HAHAHAHAHA’

‘Don’t laugh Bob’

‘HAHA’

‘That’s a rude laugh Bob! I’m insulted.’

‘HAHAHA’

‘YOU’RE SO RUDE BOB YOU KNOW?’

Bob stopped laughing for probably the first time in his lifetime, PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF more gas came out and either it was laughing gas or Bob was just going bonkers, but Bob fell back onto the floor and laughed.

‘HAHAHA’

 

#Max

                Flower was just watching Bob release gas and cackling away, his flower clenched in his hand the entire time; somehow, it wasn’t creasing or anything. Flower backed away, her “pet” who “likes death more than a chocolate-fudge, with whipped cream, soft sponge” following suit – you know if you can get a death-loving creature to back away you’ve done something weird.

“Why don’t you shut up?” Flower mocked John’s joke about manners, shut up and trouble. “I don’t even know which one of you are talking half the time with your nonsense.”

“Oh, you want to hear the joke again?” John grinned, while Bob started spitting or laughing again. It reminded me of the monster we met somewhere along our journey, which could communicate with Bob in whatever language he spoke.

“If you say that stupid joke again I’ll have your head off, Edward style,” Flower snarled, while John wondered when cats had become so aggressive.

“So I should shut up now, right?” John retorted, to which Bob just exploded with his abnormal laughter.

“Would you like to die?” Flower made a creepy smile, to which John stopped referencing back to the joke. Meanwhile, Bob continued snorting with laughter; John wondered had squashed the flower in Bob’s hand must be: it probably felt like how the flower that Flower killed felt. “Now, Bob, if you don’t stop I’ll snatch the flower you have out of your hands and tear it to shreds in front of – how does that sound?” Bob froze. Bob’s body convulsed. Bob’s scythe appeared.

#Anna

“Ok, ok, ok,” Flower miaowed hurriedly,” No need to get hasty!”

Bob’s hand retreated, taking his scythe with him. Flower sighed and looked at the Front-side and Back-side still arguing. Bob stopped rolling around in the water. He peered at his flower and snuggled up to it like it was a teddy. Everyone sighed and looked away. Suddenly, Bob started screaming and thrashing around. Glowing water was sprayed, no CHUCKED, at people’s faces. Everyone started screaming and soon the whole river was filled with chaos. Someone found Bob’s flower floating next to them and quickly returned it to its mental owner. Then, there was silence.

“Do you wanna hear the joke again?”

“Shut up John,”

“*sniff*how rude”

“John, stop acting like a baby,”

“Bit rich coming from you Flower, the one who moaned when Alice destroyed the TV and stopped us from watching the video!”

“You were crying too.”

“Oh yeah!”

“Just shut up guys, what’s the point of arguing?”

“AlRIGHT, Alice,”

“I want ice cream,”

“No, not now John,”

“I WANT ICE CREAM!”

“Everyone is hot OK!”

Alice and John were arguing about ice cream and didn’t notice a huge waterfall coming for them.

“THERE IS A WATERFALL RUNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!” screamed Flower

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” screamed everyone.

And they dropped off the waterfall.

John, Alice, Bob, Flower washed onto a shore.

“HELLO!”

“WHAT IS THAT?” yelled Alice

A huge shadow stepped out from behind some rocks and started stumbling towards them. Everyone scrambled over each other, nearly killing themselves.

“PLEASE DON’T RUN!”

The shout was deafening. Everyone immediately stopped and covered their ears. Apart from Bob, he stood up bravely and got his scythe out. It suddenly emitted light, illuminating the creature. It was a huge human-like creature with cracked, warty skin, tinted green. It had FOUR eyes and barely any hair. The group stared at it with open eyes. It ‘walked’ towards them with its arms outstretched. Bob floated towards it with speed and positioned his scythe for the kill. The thing just lifted up a heavy arm and swatted Bob away like a fly. Bob ‘oofed’ onto the ground and lay still. The other three started backing away. Their eyes positioned on the ‘enemy’. Suddenly, Bob jumped up and knocked the thing out. Flower and John let out a sigh and Alice fell onto the floor. Bob started peering at the creature and taking imaginary notes.

“Phew, what IS that?” Alice asked.

“I don’t know but I don’t want to find out!” Flower miaowed.

“Me neither,” John added.

GROANNNNNNNNN.

The Thing has woken up again…

#Luke

Its 4 eyes flickered open, as if waking up from a 2 year sleep. It stared up and started limb by limb to get back, standing on the ground. It observed its surroundings, the people who were watching it very curiously. It lifted its arms, John backed away closer to the edge, the thing dropped back onto the crack with a sickening crunch, then thud, thud, thud. Something large was moving towards them, something destructive.

“erm guys, ever heard of the word, ‘run’? cause I suggest we use it now.” John started, a wavering sound to his voice. “we should leave n-” John collapsed, unconscious, arms up just like the thing, the monster, John groaned, started to get up, and dropped again, still this time, cold to the touch. Everyone else just stared, unable to speak, shocked. Flower suddenly felt a jut of pain and also collapsed on the floor, but she was twitching, groaning in pain. She got up, no longer groaning.

“Flower?” Alice questioned clearly wishing this was a nightmare, before Flower could do anything Bob disappeared with the sound of a deafening scream. “Someone, please? Help would be nice.” Pumped up Alice. “Flower once again collapsed, Alice bent down, and touch everyone, they all felt cold, freezing to the touch, none of them were breathing or they hearts pumping.

“Hi Alice, Happy Deathday”

 

#Max

Not much development or anything because I had no idea what to write

John could barely feel his spirit, which was struggling to remain conscious. To him, everything was a blur, his mouth as dry as a desert, his ears picking up his confusion and “happy death day”. As the simple statement processed in his mind, his eyes flickered open with a resolution to save whoever was in trouble. Somehow, his instincts told him that Alice was in trouble – maybe he glimpsed Alice, or maybe it was something else inside of him that he didn’t realise. The four-eyed brute gleamed in John’s eyes, which cast over a clean scythe lying on the ground, beckoning to him to be used. And so, it came to be in John’s totally experienced hands.

The thing stared at John curiously, who stared back. It seemed to be humiliated, like an attacked Pokémon. John took his chance: scythe in hand, he leaped towards the towering, cowering fiend and drove the blade through its mucoid back. Unfortunately for John, this wasn’t going to be simple at all – not that he had had any hope of defeating this brute in the first place. A new shard of hope appeared within John, as he gripped his arms tighter around the handle, his thoughts wandering elsewhere to the section of his mind devoted to Bob.

The creature howled in anguish after realising that it had been attacked; if it had been slumbering as it seemed, this would certainly be new to it. In seconds John had between the creature howling and it recovering, he sprung from the ground and plunged the gleaming blade into where the heart would be if that fiend was a human. As the gargantuan monster collapsed to the ground with a deafening thud and blood streaming everywhere, John felt his consciousness fade, his energy fade, and his eyelids droop once more.

 

#Anna

Suddenly, John felt his adrenaline rush through him and he jumped up. He looked around and saw the thing still slumped on the floor. John felt disgusted by it. It had lumpy bumpy warts. Even its warts had warts. It had greyish-green skin with patches of ginger hair in different places. It looked like a deformed Pokémon. John tiptoed over it and pulled out the scythe. Turns out, unsurprisingly, it was the most idiotic thing to do. The deformed Pokémon roared and reared up like a horse and woke up. John screamed and slashed off the deformed Pokémon’s head. With two more deafening thuds, the body slumped down like a doll and the head rolled over next to Flower. It gently hit Flower and she murmured, “5 more minutes.” Then the stench of blood overpowered her. She opened her eyes and saw 4 empty eyes ‘staring at her. Flower screeched and completed 10 laps around the cave before collapsing in the glowing water from the waterfall. She soon saw that it was dead and such sudden joy danced through her. She jumped around like a kangaroo and suddenly remembered her supposedly cool and evil character and switched to that. John saw Alice stirring as well and Bob was reappearing. So…so…that means that deformed Pokémon had cast a spelly spell over them and made them die/sleep or whatever. Everyone started screaming with joy but it sounded like a dying vulture. Then the Pokémon theme song rang out.

The Pokémon theme song: Go on google

Everyone stopped cheering. Suddenly, a huge Pokémon ball appeared out of nowhere and sucked the whole group in.

“So, um, guys, what should we do now?” John asked.

 

~Luke

I… have no clue what to write, get prepared for some terrible writing 😀

Ding, Ding, Ding, the pokeball started dinging like a mad elevator, it probably was anyways, and abruptly it shook as if it had reached it’s destination floor. A bright, blinding light shone in the middle of the ball, and a small creature inside appeared, it had 2 legs, and what looked like 2 arms, and 2 wings. It slowly grew bigger and bigger, until pop the bubble around it exploded,  and it was floating, still growing but now visible, an orange coloured Pokémon, 2 wings, 2 arms and 2 legs, it was curled up in a ball, spinning. Suddenly the pokeball ‘dinged’ “Charizard, fire Pokémon, can fly.” It was almost as if this pokeball was giving them a tour of all of the Pokémon. The Charizard was getting dangerously large, that everyone was leaning against the wall. “Where’s Bob? I really want his to teleport us outa here.” murmered Flower. But the harsh edge to Flower’s voice, made the Charizard stir, it opened its eyes, and opened its mouth, with a bright orange light it… said “hi”

 

#Max

*basically “you good/okay?”

John stared at the Charizard in curiosity, but also trepidation.

“Hi…?” John returned.

“I’m Charizard, a fire Pokémon and I can fly!” Charizard flapped his wings ostentatiously, as if everyone else in the Poke ball with him didn’t know what wings were for.

“Yes, yes, we all know,” John retorted lucidly, to which Charizard responded with a “pride hurt” air.

“Anyways, who are you all? I’ve never seen your kind before. And what’s your types? And where’s that sharp toy thing from? And why are you in here with m-“

“Stop. Stop right there,” John put his index finger in front of Charizard’s face. “You want to know who we are right?” After a quick ‘mhm’ and grunt, John continued, “Well we are people who have no idea where we are.”

“Wow! That’s a long name! I’ve never heard of ‘people who have no idea where we are’s. Are you good in battles?” With a sigh, John started yowling and thudded his clenched fist against the rounded side of the Poke ball he was in. “Well, you definitely aren’t good, outside of battles*,” Charizard chuckled feebly. To John’s utmost relief, he was released, tumbling out of the poke ball with his companions. Bob was standing in front of him, the scythe gone from John’s grasp and returned to its flower-loving owner.

“I’ll be taking that back,” one of Bob’s infinite translators crackled, although it did seem a bit clearer to John than before…

“You again…” Flower growled, “why couldn’t you have gotten us out earlier?”

“Oh, you’re complaining about me?” Bob grinned. “Maybe don’t try to torture people you want to save you.” With a hmph from Flower, the conversation promptly ended.

 

#Anna

Flower sashayed away with an air of arrogance around her. Everyone thought it was best to stay away. Suddenly, CRACKLE CRACKLE CRACKLY CRACK CRACK.

“Um, how do I get back to my Pokeball home now? Guys?” said something behind them.

“UUUUUUUUUUUUAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” John screamed.

“Be quiet John! It’s our lovely Pokemon friend!” Alice sighed.

“Oh ok!” John gasped,” Just don’t scare me like that.”

Charizard sighed and stared longly at the Pokeball.

“Do you think if I jump at the Pokeball I would teleport in?” Charizard asked.

“No don’t do it!” Alice exclaimed.

“Hmmm, I have a better idea!” mused John.

He bent down and lifted up the Pokeball. He staggered under its weight. A bead of sweat rolled down his face.

“Urghhh, how do those Pokemon characters hold them? Do they secretly have super big muscles under their shirts or something?” John grunted.

He tried to chuck it at Charizard but ended up dropping it onto his toe in the process. John screamed in pain and started hopping around clutching his foot until his skin turned white. John didn’t see but a flood of blue-white light filled the whole room, ahem, cave, and settled the strongest light on Charizard. He glowed a celestial and unearthly glow and got sucked into the Pokeball.

“Whelp, that was easy,” Alice said, ignoring the screaming John in the background.

Flower sniffed and turned her head away her tail signaling the ‘talk to the paw ‘cos the face ain’t listening.’ Alice muttered under her breath(probably something rude) and ALSO looked away. John finished his screamfest but was still whimpering like a small cute puppy that had been left alone at home and destroyed everything.

Bob had seen everything and looked interested. He had silently groaned when he realized the ‘TV show’ was finished. He amused himself by using his powers to spy on Charizard inside his home. He saw Charizard looks around and quickly pick his nose.

“Ewwww, that’s disgusting,” Bob’s translator crackled.

“What’s disgusting?” asked Charizard. He had just appeared from the Pokeball.

“You picked your nose!”

“No, I didn’t! You liar!”

“I have footage!”

“Umm, what’s footage? I dunno what that word is.”

Alice groaned and was about to stop the bickering when John appeared out of nowhere. He hurled Charizard onto the Pokeball and Charizard vanished. One sorted. And then John did something unspeakable. Something so spiteful and horrid. He…He…snapped Bob’s scythe. Both sorted. Bob dashed at John and pulled out a whole hank of hair. Before John could scream he was beside his scythe again. He put the two scythe pieces and started laying John’s hair onto the visible crack. When he had finished, it was a lengthy process, he started muttering some words and there was a quick white flash.

“Urghh, I had enough of flashing and light!” John moaned, shielding his eyes.

Once everyone was able to look back at Bob again, they saw the scythe looking as though he had just bought it.

“How…How…How did he do that!” Alice exclaimed.

“Do what?” Flower queried, she had stopped acting haughty to know what was happning.

“He fixed his scythe!” John yelled.

“Oh, how boring,” Flower retorted as though someone was saying something mean to her.

 

#Luke

soz peeps i didnt know i had to write

“GOTTA CATCH EM ALL” screamed the speakers as we sat down with a humongous pokeball. In front of us the other contestants eyed each other up and down scanning their opponents. The camera drown fluttered down, this guy who seemed really hyper, started waving and screaming at the camera “HELLO MY NAME IS —- AND I LOVE” and everything else was just inaudible cause it was just too loud.

“I’m scared, I dont want to fight now, I DONT HAVE ANY ABILITY APART FROM…”

“pick ya nose?” Crackled Bob’s translator.

Charizard turned around and just screamed, the audience went silent, and a bead of sweat trickled down charizards face in embarrassment. But behind him a platform raised, Earth flew out, water flew out, fire flew out. The water circled through the air touching all the pokemon, and turned around to come to charizard, immediately Bob started screaming

“RUN CHARI RUN”

“why?”

“ITS WATER IF IT GETS ON YOUR TAI-”

but it was too late, the water splashed charizard right in the behind, he collapsed, and a gasp of shock flooded the arena.

 

#Max

Flint and steel does exist outside of Minecraft, yes

A group of Pokémon medics rushed in, armed with all sorts of bags and tools. One had flint and steel and firewood, which they put on Charizard and made a fire on. One was about to apply an ice pack like their standard procedure, before realising that they were acting on a fire Pokémon. With one already having lit a fire on Charizard, they had no clue what to do and many eyes were glued onto the medic’s back and front. The three elements that had been unleashed were still going around the arena, although John couldn’t figure out how flames travelled on the ground, fire was still going around; a considerably less amount than before was still swirling around somehow. The crowd all shifted their focus from the fumbling medic to the rest of the arena: dirt was strewn across the Pokémon fighting area, fire was being restrained by firefighters, and many massive sponges were soaking up the water. Where the sponges came from, John hadn’t a clue.

Soon, a fire alarm rang as the firefighters’ hoses were depleted of water – many of them were just as confused and embarrassed as the non-verbally publicly shamed medic. A voice boomed for everyone not to be calm, as everyone who seemed old enough to understand placidly formed lines and filed out. Those who didn’t understand, however, started bursting out in tears (most of them were babies). Perhaps reverse psychology was too powerful, and maybe anyone who understood what someone using reverse psychology was saying could be instantly half-controlled. I watched a smirk turn into a grin into silent cackles on Flower’s face. ‘Ah,’ John thought. ‘Now, if only I had to rely on a translator instead…’

 

#Anna

The arena had descended into chaos, everyone was pushing and shoving trying to get out. Well, the stupid and young ones were. The parents and elders kept trying to put them into lines but failing. Water was now flooding everyone. Someone Magikarp had suddenly evolved into a Gyarados and it was knocking people over. Then, Bob rose into the air. His frightening and magical aura made everyone freeze and fall silent. No one moved. Bob directed his scythe to the exit. He didn’t need to say anymore. Everyone trudged out with their Pokemon behind them. Once everyone was gone, Bob floated down again. He looked around and saw a stranded Lilligant. He saw the orange flower on her head and floated towards her. She squeaked in alarm and floaty danced out. Bob paused and zoomed back to John.

“Don’t be go chasing any flower you see. Some might belong to people you know?”John said.

Bob nodded absent-mindedly. It was obvious he wasn’t listening. Suddenly, the arena rumbled and cracks started to shoot up the walls.

“Well, I think we need to run…” Alice said.

“OBVIOUSLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!” John shrieked.

Rubble and dust started raining down on them. The steel railings started to creak and it crumbled under the weight of the falling concrete. Bob, John, Alice, and Flower weren’t fast enough. The roof crashed onto them…

“Am I dead?” Flower asked.

“I dunno. Maybe we’re ghosts?” Alice answered.

“This is so weirddddddddddd!” John kept muttering.

BAM

Flower had attempted to float through the rocks. She was rubbing her head.

“Ooooooooooooooowwww, I don’t think we’re ghosts though,” Flower moaned.

John spotted a bright light. He started to walk towards it.

“NO, DON’T GO TOWARDS THE LIGHT JOHN!” Alice shrieked.

Bob was eating popcorn. It had mysteriously appeared and now he was floating in the cramped space watching this conversation with amusement.

 

#Luke

Either Bob was laughing or his translator was just going bonkers, Alice was on the floor with flower on top of her, both of them groaning, John was stuck, his foot was in some sort of crevice and he couldn’t get it out, the other foot also in another crevice was also immovable. “Bob…” John started to say, sounding out of energy and tired, “Help us please.” At this point Bob starting laughing a lot, or his translator was laughing a lot. The light in front of all of them shone brighter and a figure appeared. 5 spoon-shaped things floating on top of it’s head, having a star-shaped head, and floating off the ground with it’s two hands out to the side in a meditation position. It’s hands started moving in circles, something sus was going on. John started feeling woozy “guys?” splat, John hit his face on the floor, Bob just floating in the air, also out of consciousness. Inside John’s head a message appeared,

“I am Alakazam, mega-form, I need to put you to sleep in order to summon the ‘mega’ army to break you out of this prison”

John woke up so abruptly he fell flat on his face again “ow” he groaned. this surprising ow seemed to wake the other’s up. In a short period of time, John shared everything he saw when he was asleep to the others. Surprisingly, the others also had similar dreams but we all had different types of pokemon. Alice had been told she would meet a mega charizard y, flower was told a mega blastoise and Bob, a mega rayquaza.

A flood of water ran through from the hole of light, and appeared a giant, mega Kyogre riding the wave. Behind it, which was very strange was a mega groudon, a fire pokemon behind a water pokemon? These pokemon had to know each other well. And the last to enter was the mega Aggron.

 

#Max

“Uh… hi?” John stared at the mega army, or whatever it was called.

“You treat us with respect!” the trio-army thing boomed.

“Well, I don’t even know who you all are, where we are or what you’re doing!” John growled. There was a gasp from everyone else.

“You… you don’t know who these three/we are?” the ‘mega army’, Alice, Bob’s translator (which stopped cackling) and Flower all stared at John back in unison. To John, nothing made sense, and it probably wouldn’t to you.

“So, our origins began a long, long time ago…” the mega Groudon began.

“We were all at the Saudi Arabian Pokémon High School…” the mega Kyogre stroked an invisible beard on the bottom of its mouth.

“One of the most prestigious schools for Pokémon in the world…” the mega Aggron grinned. John’s companions were all entranced in the stories of some of the ‘life heroes’, as John mentally described the trio. Sighing, he decided it would be best for the Pokémon to tell their tale to his companions – after all, it shouldn’t take too long, and it would probably make the listeners happier, right?

One hour later, everyone was in tears apart from John and the ending had been brought upon the story. Just as John was about to get the ‘army’ to save all of them from the prison, an alarm rang out. In whatever room they were in, the hidden door revealed itself with a red dot-laser thing making a circle. As the drawn circle in the door collapsed to the ground, a voice proclaimed,

“Whoever and whatever you are inside of there, put your hands up or we will have to use lethal force!”

“Life really does seem like a book someone’s writing sometimes, what with all these coincidences…” John muttered to himself, raising his empty hands.

 

#Anna

hehe, John. Spot on

The door opened and a little girl stepped in. She was wearing a Frozen costume and was holding a wand.

“Awwwwwwwww, how adorable!” Bob crackled. But, the moment he finished his sentence the girl stepped forward and slapped him.

“Adorable? ADORABLE?” She screamed.

Everyone was too frightened to answer back. Even the littlest things can be a threat. Like mosquitoes. Very dangerous. Just like the girl. Suddenly, everyone noticed how sharp the tip of the wand was. The girl suddenly began a speech. It was meant to instill fear into the people’s hearts but they already had enough. And they weren’t listening. They had noticed the door behind the girl was open. John showed his hand to everyone. It meant ‘run in 5 seconds’ but everyone thought it meant ‘run NOW!’ In a mad rush, they ran to the door. Flower trampled on the girl’s dress and snapped the girl back into reality. John flung himself to the door but failed. The door slammed shut in their faces.

“You think you could run away?” the girl asked mockingly.

No one answered again. The girl started to cackle evilly.

 

#LUKE

hai

Instead of the cute little girl voice that came from that tiny body of hers, it became a deep manly, deadly voice. “You really thought that you could escape something like me? death?”

“I did until you mentioned you were death.” replied John ‘This was not how I imagined our escape to be’ thought John. ‘Firstly I imagined we would escape. If this girl is the so called death, then why aren’t we perishing in it’s atmosphere?’ John thought of pointing this out later on when they needed it the most, but right now he was as confused as the others were. The girl starting to morph, all her limbs flopping off, and suddenly she became this visible, ghost of darkness. “I AM UNSTOPABLE”

“yea we realized.”

“huh” replied this thing “time to dieee”

“but you’re dead, aren’t you?” Before death could answer back a giant blinding light overwhelmed the rocks around us and boom we were free, but no, this light, surrounded us like a pack of hyenas closing in on its prey. Then the hyenas pounced.

 

#Max

Peculiarly, I didn’t fall unconscious and didn’t wake up in some random place for the two-millionth time ever. The light girded our surroundings, revealing a writhing and whimpering ghost. How did something prepared to kill us turn into some newborn, wailing baby? Some creatures – half hyenas and half… differently-coloured hyenas appeared from the encompassing light, their bodies gradually materializing like the had just come from some portal.

“Who are you?” John declared, quivering. John had nothing to lose by being brave, so he thought he might as well try to act so; even if it clearly didn’t show at all.

“I could ask you the same, why are you even near Satan?” one of them held a gleaming white bow, some yellow substance loaded where an arrow should be. Their companion held some dazzling shotgun that pointed at all of us at once, a gargantuan one pressing against the ghost-thing’s head.

“That’s… Satan?” John held his empty hands up again. These hyenas didn’t seemed angelic or something, so he probably shouldn’t play any tricks or anything, he thought.

“Yes, and he’s the one you’re working for, AREN’T YOU!?” John held his hands over his ears and felt a spasm of pain shoot through him: he watched the first hyena reload the bow with more yellow dust, as a pleasant feeling flowed through him. “This is something to check whether your soul is pure or not. Now, let’s return Satan – oh, speak of the Devil…” The entire group turned around, John’s companions unscathed (Flower still scowling like usual) and Satan was flying off.

“I’ll be back!” he cried demonically. “I’ll kill you all!” Cackling, he flew off.

“Well, that’s not good, is it?” Flower mumbled, everyone glaring at her. “What?”

 

#Anna

sorry took so long but I went camping and I have summer school. Soz. DFTYKDJGHYFTGHMGF. what a beautiful language.

“Well, I am right aren’t I?” Flower protested.

John rolled his eyes and wearily nodded. Flower started to grumble. She started to whisper under her breath(rather loudly)stuff about how she hated being stuck with these stupid idiots and that they never listen to her, the intellectual GENIUS, and how they naive thick senseless hypocrites. Plus how they deserved to die. The angel nodded.

“You have the right to criticize those idiots, they are the ones who drove you into revenge. Especially that dumb floaty thing. What is he? You will always have a space in heaven with us,” the angel spoke.

Everyone was astounded. Flower? Flower? Out of all people Flower!

“But…But…BUT FLOWER IS MEAN! John yelled.

“Nope,”

“But,”

“Shut up, no more buts!” the angel said.

“That’s hardly the way an angel should behave!” Alice protested.

“Yes but I can easily kill you so you better not contradict me,” He said, his brow darkening with fury at Alice’s ‘insolence’.

For once Alice had to back down. She obviously didn’t want to die.

 

#Luke

The angel led them through a never-ending narrow hallway. The hallway seemed to get narrower and narrower until you were practically a crab. Flower seemed to be having a hard time being a crab, as she was groaning and whining about how she was claustrophobic.

“No, I can’t take this any longer, I’m going to die, AHHHHHHH” Flower started screaming.

“I like her” said the angel, a figure of peace saying they liked screaming, what was to become of this world. One by one we appeared out into the open, where a red light illuminated the outside. “no, oh no”

 

#Max

no clue what to write, just like every other time

“What is it?” John queried the angel.

“Satan… he’s back,” the expression on the angel’s face was as if he was witnessing the entire world being destroyed; perhaps that what he was what he was seeing in his mind. John started thinking again: if Satan was so easily defeated (apart from the fact he escaped) and the angel could callously kill Alice without much thought, why was this such a problem. The angel, as if he knew John’s thoughts word for word, glared at him, dumbfounded.

“Do you… not know… the full potential… Satan has?” he retorted, with a countenance indicating he thought I was preposterous, and a certain wheezing effect.

“I mean, he was pretty weak to that light attack just now,” John returned, bemused.

“He can… and wants to… destroy the universe… and keep it that way,” he continued to wheeze, eventually coughing and absent-mindedly removing his floating halo, which was really there because of a blue stick camouflaging like a chameleon in any background.

“Uh…” John raised his eyebrows.

“Oh…” the ‘angel’ raised his eyebrows as well. “Well… uh… I can’t help you with stopping Satan, and I gotta go for tea with a friend, so see-ya.” With that, the charlatan ran off into the sunset.

“Wait!” John yelled. “Is Satan real or just like you!?”

“Real….” A fading voice replied.

“What an eventful conversation,” Flower piped in grumpily, probably because she realised that her ‘spot in heaven’ wasn’t going to be given to her any time soon.

“Well, what did you expect? A talking cat guaranteed a space in heaven?” Alice smirked, to which Flower scowled.

#Anna

*I don’t like Donald trump. That’s why I put him down.

Yep me too. No ideas in my ‘brain’.

There was a rumbling sound. Flower started screaming again. A large part of the ground fell in leaving a giant hole in the middle. Dust started billowing out of it. An ugly crude stone castle rose out of it.

“OH MY GOODNESS! WE NEED TO DO A 25 MINUTE HOUSE MAKEOVER!” screamed Flower.

“Why is it always YOU that is screaming. Just SHUT UP!” Alice said.

Flower started muttering again, but no one was listening because they were listening to something else.

“H hum, Testing 123, OI YOU DOWN THERE! CAN YOU HEAR ME?”

It was Satan. He was leaning out the window with a giant megaphone. He voice was so loud it nearly swept them of their feet.

“YES, WE CAN?” John yelled back.

“HUH, I CAN’T HEAR YOU?”

“YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” John screamed

“OK”

Everyone covered their ears and held their breath. They had just heard Satan take a big breath.

“HUMAN OF EARTH. I AM SATAN. YOU STUPID PEOPLE DIDN’T REALISE I WAS REAL AND I AM QUITE OFFENDED BUT BACK TO BUSINESS. I AM HERE TO TAKE ALL THE LIVES OF…wait I need to get my script…luckily those weirdo humans can’t hear me…(Satan didn’t realise but the humans could hear this and were gasping in shock)Ah yes…I’M HERE TO KILL YOUR PETS! WAIT…that’s not depressing enough…NO I’M NOT GOING TO KILL YOUR PETS! I’M GOING TO KILL YOUR…UM…YOUR PARENTS…No then I can’t kill any more humans…I WILL KILL DONALD TRUMP*!”

Half the world erupted into cheers. Not many people really cared.

“Well that was interesting,” Flower remarked.

Satan suddenly appeared behind Flower.

“Thank you, you will always have a place in Hell,” Satan said.

Flower flattened her ears,” What’s it like?”

“Good, because I have a sense of humor,” He said.

Flower nodded suspiciously. Satan yawned and clicked his fingers. Many winged creatures whooshed up and towards the red sky. They came back almost immediately and dropped down a figure. Alice gasped and John cursed the creatures and Flower…screamed. The figure was Donald Trump. Everyone immediately stopped their gasps of horror.

#Luke

this writing is like super messy. I don’t know what to write.

The body lay there, still like an ocean with no fish. Slowly, everyone gathered their senses, they gasped again in horror and half of them ran screaming.

“Err, very nice sense of humour” Flower pointed out, Satan smiled without seeming to notice the very very worried look and sense of horror on Flower’s face. I felt like running, I felt like just dropping dead on the spot, I felt mad. I realized something I hadn’t before, Satan gave off a mad aura, an aura of craziness, of fear. I could tell Alice felt the same, her back leg was twitching, it was the usual leg she pushed off with when we ran from craziness, and her face, it didn’t even seem like a face due to the level of fear on it. Alice screamed and ran, Satan turned, he opened his hand, and a bright red beam shot out towards Alice.