SNORFOD IZ CONFUZZLED
Snorfod looked down at his hands and saw they were tied into a tourniqet at Blanket's house. But something was off. Where was Blanket? Hadn't he already done this?
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" yelled Snorfod when Eggley ripped off the silver tape from his mouth. A slight burn pulsated from his upper lip.
Eggley took Snorfod into another room in the makeshift treehouse, where, of course, the walls melted into another scene. But the setting wasn't what he'd thought it be. Instead of him and Eggley standing on an igneous rock island in the middle of a magma sea, they were standing in snow. Very, very, very deep snow. It was literally 1,000 times taller than Eggley and Snorfod were put together (Keep in mind, they're only six inches tall). Snorfod shivered and morphed back into his Pac-Man ghost self, aware this was not like his desert home.
"E-E-E-E-Egggggggggley, what th-th-th-"
"Right now, we're approxamatley, eh, on the top of the world right now," Eggley said, interuppting him ONCE AGA
Aftermath- Snorfod Story
Snorfod could only stare. He didn't know her well enough to go into a blown out sob, or even shed a tear, so Snorfod patted Blanket's head and tried to be calming.
Well, you see how well that worked.
Blanket sobbed, cried, and when she'd compose herself, she'd mumble broken words that sounded like "They broke her... They broke her..." Snorfod had never seen her look like, well, a child. Helplessness seemed to radiate off of her.
Snorfod examined the makeshift treehouse Zombie John McCain had destroyed. A gaping hole was now visible from the "celing" and her stamp collection was now worthless. A few blood stains dotted the wall and floors. When Zombie John McCain flew away, he left a broken home, a broken Cali, and a broken Blanket heart. Snorfod could almost cry at the scene, but he was too badass for that. Crying was illogical in Snorfod's unstoppable eyes.
Blanket got to her feet and stared at Snorfod. Her eyes, usually a Sharpie black, were red and it appeared Blanket was
Blanket Returns- Snorfod StoryA feeling of panic spread through him as he examined the girl in front of him. He'd encountered her before, where she nearly killed him. Snorfod expected a fight or something to attack him, but everything was calm. He looked around shifty-ly as he heard Cali close the door into the "treehouse".
Blanket raised an eyebrow as she waited for Snorfod to reply.
Snorfod at Blanket, then at Cali, then back at Blanket. It was then when he ran for the door yelling, "VICTORIA!!! GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!!!" He tried to open the door, but apparently, it locked from the outside. What kind of retarded ass door locks from the outside?
Someone grabbed Snorfod's wrists from behind him with acceptional force. When he realized they were hands instead of paws, he squirmed even more. He kicked the person behind him in between the legs, but then remembered he was in an entire house with girls/females, so then he was like "Damn."
"You didn't tell me you were the chosen one," Blanket whispered in his ear
Snorfod's destinySnorfod looked around the empty throne room then spoke. "Uh, hi Cali. I'm Snorfod, the chosen one, and I'm not sure why I'm here."
Cali paused, blinked once, then quietly muttered "Quite." She turned to Simon and Blue and gestured toward a hallway on the opposite side of the room. Simon and Blue nodded and bowed, then escorted Snorfod on either side of him toward the hallway. Snorfod stopped and demanded "Where the hell are you taking me?" Once again, he felt a tad bit rude asking that in such a tone, but he wasn't falling for going off alone with a couple of strangers again.
"We're taking you to the legend room. Master Cali would have escorted you herself, but she has much business to attend to," Simon said cheerfully. He and Blue started off to the hallway, then turned back and said, "Well hurry now, wouldn't want to keep Victoria waiting." Snorfod stared quizzicly at them for a second, then followed slowly behind.
The hallway seemed to decend down into the ground, getting colder eve