-Happiest Place on Earth My Foot!-
Hello there! Well, this is a one-shot dedicated to the Muffin Soldiers, kaze_kraze, Thelonepickle, Cloud_Unchained, Sterling_Silver, and Katattack. =D
Krazeh collaborated on some parts, and if you read AiL you should know exactly where her part is. =D
Note: All teh celebrity bashing is for mere fun, so dont whine to me if you dont like my taste in singers. >.>
All spawn to their respective owners.
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“WHO WANTS BROWNIES?!”
The voice of teenaged, overly-excited, Ketso stimulated everyone in the living room vicinity to jump upon hearing the strident, chipper exclamation. Said boy had his shaggy, yet somehow spiky blonde hair tucked beneath a hair net, and was wearing a pink apron with the words ‘glomp the cook’ sewn into the fabric. However, the pale pink apron harmonized with his exceedingly pale skin tone. Though, despite his generous, sugar promising offer, the other four people in the room didn’t pay him any mind. How rude they were.
The only resonance that could be heard through the vast living room was the steady stomping of two pairs of feet, and the melodies of ‘Moonlight Shadow’ blaring from the television. One of the patrons who Ketso happened to be asking was perched upon the arm of the navy sofa. This interesting creature was a teenage girl with extensive, straight crimson hair and bright emerald eyes that could be accurately described as draconic.
To her left, at the windowsill, was another boy, except this one had shaggy, unkempt ebony hair, and gave off a somewhat depressing aura. His eyes were fixed upon the window, caught up in his own thoughts and troubles, but he didn’t seem to hear Ketso, or perhaps he was just ignoring him. If he was disregarding the blonde or just not paying attention was hard to tell when you were dealing with Kanynt.
In the center of the room was the source of the endless stamping.
A hefty, flat screen television was emitting a stream of colors and luminous rays, but Ketso had to stick one of the fingers of his automail in his ear to drown out the roar of the music. Two more boys were standing before the television, their feet stationed upon two plastic mats with a series of arrows inscribed into the material.
One boy, the younger of the two, had healthy, platinum blonde locks which were quite analogous to Ketso’s, both amazingly shaggy and spiky, but his eyes were a deep chocolate brown. He was ever-so slightly tanner than Ketso, but he was just about the same height as his culinary loving father. At this moment, Aozora had his cant-tell-a-lie eyes transfixed on the flashing screen, poised to stomp at any moment.
Beside the determined blonde alchemist was yet ANOTHER boy, but this one had a hair color that was not fit for a human. The male’s amethyst hair was untamed and seemed to sprout in every direction, but somehow didn’t make the boy look like some sheepdog. Said oddity was about seven inches taller than his companion, and had incandescent lilac eyes, also focused on the screen. Nyroc blew a strand of hair from his eyes, and tossed Aozora a challenging smirk.
“You say something, Ketso?” The redheaded girl, Rhea, asked from the couch, turning away from the scene before her. “Do you want brownies?” Ketso pressed, motioning to the stove with his thumb. Rhea furrowed her brows, debating whether to partake in the chocolaty goodness. “Yeah, all right.” Pleased with the half-dragon’s answer, Ketso smiled and turned towards Kanynt with an inquiry of, “How about you, Kanynt?”
It took a couple seconds for the ebony haired racer to reply, but he murmured without looking at Ketso, “…Whatever.” Taking that as a yes, Ketso looked towards Nyroc and Aozora, who were stomping in frenzy, trying to outdo each other at DDR. “Do you two want some?” Ketso asked, watching in amazement as the two danced like maniacs.
“Cant talk!” They simultaneously shouted, and swiftly cast each other glares as if it was one another’s fault. Rhea’s bright draconic eyes widened as she watched the two, and asked nobody in particular, “Why does Aozora have better hip movement than me…?” Aozora paid her comment no mind, but Nyroc cackled beside him, the epitome of evil.
“Hey, where is everybody?” Rhea questioned, looking around for any sign of the Muffin Soldiers. Kanynt shrugged from his perch at the window and muttered, “Who cares?” Ketso pondered for a moment, and turned back towards Aozora, “Didn’t your mother say something to you, Aozora?”
As if some bolt of electricity had rained down upon the Oblivion Angel, his body went rigid, and he toppled backwards, slipping on the DDR mat. “Shiznap!” He yelped, toppling to the floor with a dull, pathetic ‘thud’. Oh he was coordinated all right. The sudden disturbance caused Aozora to miss many crucial steps in the game, allowing Nyroc to gain the higher score. “Smooth.” Nyroc noted, looking down at Aozora with a cocky grin, enjoying the enraged pout plastered on his face.
“Shut up,” Aozora growled, staggering to his feet and stalking towards the couch without answering his father. The blonde alchemist resembled a child who had been sent to his room without desert, with his arms wrapped around his knees, and a ‘trying-to-be-menacing’ pout on his face. “Aikou?” Rhea asked, inquiring one of her slender crimson brows at him.
“They ABANDONED us. They went to the place I have dreamed and fantasized about every day for my entire life!” Aozora wailed, clearly upset about whatever the Muffin Soldiers were experiencing that the spawn were not.
Nyroc blinked in Aozora’s direction, clearly flabbergasted at the boy’s reaction. “You’ve wanted to go to a strip club too?” He asked in a ludicrous fashion. Upon hearing the question, Aozora’s right eye began twitching insanely, and he ground out through clenched teeth, “That’s YOUR dream, Nyroc!”
Cutting off the kaitou’s response, Rhea demanded, “So where did they go, Aozora?” Silence followed the inquiry, for Aozora seemed to feel that the scene needed a bit more drama. Nyroc drummed his fingers against the torn knee of his jeans in anticipation, while Rhea and Kanynt stared at Aozora, rapidly losing patience with the blonde child... “They went…,” Aozora began, only to stare at the wall as if he were trying to murder it with his mind.
“WHERE!?” The three shouted in livid tones, fed up with the waiting.
“THEY WENT TO DISNEY WORLD!”
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“Welcome to Disney World, ahyuck,” Exclaimed a life size Goofy mascot, waving at the group of people entering the park. “Stuff a muffin up your arse, Goofy.” Growled the…most…vertically challenged of the group, casting the…’dog’… an unpleasant glance. The Goofy impersonator was taken aback by the girl’s…creative threat, and stared after them with a dropped jaw as they entered the park. Yes, Noelle likes using italics today.
The group consisted of two boys and five girls, all of whom’ eyes were scanning the area, hearing the terrible sound of ‘It’s a Small World’ beginning to force their ears to bleed. “Why did we come here again?” The vertically challenged girl asked, clearly irritated by the all too sweet atmosphere. “We need to ride the COASTERS!” declared a tall, overly hyper brunette who pointed in some random direction. Yet another brown haired girl, this time with her hair up, turned towards this hyper-active teenager and declared, “The Great Kit-Kat does not like heigh-…”
Said brunette was cut off upon noticing a booth where prizes were kept for winning the game the booth presented. The Great Kit-Kat’s hazel eyes widened, for she laid those same eyes on the most beautiful creature, apart from Jonathan Larson and/or Wilson Jermaine Heredia.
A rubber chicken.
“Must have….chicken.” Kat droned in a robotic fashion, taking long strides towards the booth, her mission goal clear. The others watched her go, knowing that she would not rest until her mission was complete. “Riiight, so what should we do?” The second shortest Muffin Soldier asked, looking up at her companions. She tried her best to ignore the fact that she had to crane her head upward just to look many of the others in the eyes.
“I SAY ROLLER COASTERS!” Krazy voted, practically shaking in anticipation. “Well there is the Double Shot…” Noelle blinked, staring down at her brochure. “I’ll go on that.” Amme agreed, her grey eyes dancing in the light. “Yeah, sure.” Pickle nodded, staring up at the terror tower, daring it to mock her.
“Coughrollercoasterscough” Krazy oh-so-skillfully prompted, shuffling her feet. “I’ll go with you.” Silver shrugged, smirking at the brunette girl.
Krazy involuntarily twitched at the smirk, knowing full well what the Pervy Pirate was thinking. “Well, that works.” Amme nodded, casting her gaze upon the two, obviously happy that she didn’t have to fall off a chair once again. “Hey, Kat, come on!” Pickle called, watching her sibling slap a five dollar bill down on the counter.
“NO! I must complete my goal, lest the whole civilization of Katopia go hungry!” The determined girl declared, waving the others on, dead set on winning that two dollar chicken. “She won’t be swayed…” Pickle sighed, shaking her head at Kat. “So, we’ll meet you guys at the House of Mirrors in twenty minutes.” Noelle told Silver and Krazy, looking at her non-existent watch. “Aye, aye.” Silver saluted, his hand brushing against his silver mohawk.
Pickle, Noelle and Amme started to head towards the Double Shot, whilst Silver and Krazy headed towards the nearest wooden and/or metal speed trap. “Gramps, come!” Pickle growled, pointing at Gerd with a threatening finger. After being addressed as ‘Gramps’, Gerd vaguely noticed that he was the one being spoken to, and blinked after the other three. “…Were you talking to me? Sorry, I was caught up in my thoughts of Rikku’s beauty.”
Pickle narrowed her eyes at Gerd cunningly, and replied with complementary ice, “Yet you still have so many children…”
Buuuurn....
Gerd mock-cried, clinging to Pickle's head and sobbing his forgiveness. She promptly kicked him, pushing him forward.
---ZOMG, TEH DOUBLE-SHOT! UBER CREATIVE NAME, THERE, NOE.---
Pickle, Noelle, Amme, and Gerard stared up at the Double-Shot. Well, the three chicks did. Gerd was thinking about Rikku again, gazing longingly into the clouds NEXT to the ride, remembering how Rikku was so much like a cloud. I don't know ... how, but she is. Because Gerd now officially says so.
"We still goin' on that?" Amme asked in all seriousness, still staring, but her gray eyes betrayed the doubt lingering in her voice.
Pickle nodded solemnly. "Yep."
Gerd suddenly looked over at them, shaken from his daydreams,” Aren’t you three too small for that--"
"NOT SMALL!" The vertically-challenged trio shouted in unison, tackling Gerard at once and beating him to a bloody pulp in blatant rage. Lying on the concrete ground with all his bones shattered while people stepped over him, Gerd managed to mumble through all his pain,"... ride...."
Making their way to the front of the line via death threats, the three climbed up to the TOWUH and strapped themselves in appropriately. Then all they could do was wait for an absolution that would never--
Crap it.
Wait *in anticipation* for the ride to begin. Pickle glared. Noelle stared at some gum on the cement, the forgotten blob of dry chewing gum reminding her of Dark's hair. Amme counted the seconds.
"HOLY-!" The girls' collective curse was drowned out as they were abruptly propelled toward the sky, ascending the tower at high speed.
Gerd watched from below, still a mass of blood, bones, and skin, laughing,” Gerard the mighty wreaks his vengeance!"
When they reached the top of the three-hundred foot tower, gears suddenly rattled and a screech of metal against metal sounded loudly. And the ride just ... stopped. At the top. Of the tower. The girls exchanged concerned glances.
"Is this part of the ride?" Noelle asked uncertainly, amber eyes shifting about as she voiced the girls' thoughts.
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"RUBBER CHICKENNN!"
"Miss, you can just BUY the thing!" The operator of the game groaned in annoyance, half-watching Kat toss another four quarters at him.
"I won't let the game beat me!"
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"... when do you think they'll get us down?" Amme asked, trying not to focus on the ground below them. Everyone looked like ants....
"Soon." Pickle glared at the people.
"Attention," they heard a megaphone from below, “we’re experiencing some technical difficulties, but we'll get you down as soon as possible."
"Technical difficulties, my--" Noelle started to rant, but Pickle shouted down at the mechanics, overriding her.
"STUFF MUFFINS!"
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{Floof}
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Pickle's eyes narrowed at the streets beneath her, as if she had seen something, or was at least *trying* to spot something. A for effort, at least. "Is that ..." She trailed off, uncertain.
All three of them still stuck atop the tower, Amme and Noelle slowly looked over at their pickleh-like friend, gazes questioning. "What is it?"
"OH MY MOD! IS THAT SILVER AND KRAZY HOLDING HANDS DOWN THERE?!"
"WAH?!"
"I'D RECOGNIZE THAT HAIR ANYWHERE!" Pickle cried again, flailing her arms in the ride's restraints, as if it would help.
Noelle briefly stared down at their ant-sized forms, and then suddenly emitted a high-pitched squeal of Silverazy fangirlism,"They look so ky00te together!"
Amme and Pickle immediately swiveled their heads around to give Noelle the strangest looks they could muster. Noelle suddenly froze, an idea dawning on her.
"I ... want to write ... SILVERAZY!"
Amme stared. Pickle stared. The two stared at each other. And their eyes instantaneously lit up. "ANOTHER PROPHECY FROM RENT!"
“Ms, you have just used 200 dollars to try and win a 2 dollar chicken, why don’t you just purchase the damn thing!?” The pimply, greasy haired worker asked in an exasperated tone, watching Kat nearly yank the squirt gun out of the booth.
“ENOUGH TALK AND MAKE WITH THE BUTTON-PRESSING!” Kat growled, a twinge of hysteria beginning to invade her voice. She had to win. She MUST win, for she was the Great Kit-Kat, and the Great Kit-Kat was almighty. Well, not as mighty as Jonathan Larson, but she was a great deal mightier than a moose…somehow. Sighing, but well aware that he would not be able to influence this girl, the man pressed the button, and Kat took aim at the miniscule target straight ahead.
“J00 are goin’ down targetz0rz!” She cackled as her squirt gun hit the bulls-eye, and shot her Sponge-Bob maker towards the bell. So, close, yet so far… “We have a winner!” The emotionless, never gonna have a better career than this, worker announced in a monotone, signaling to the person beside Kat…. Once again, so close to victory, but once again vanquished by this…mere child.
“…”
Kat stared at this unknown child who was only added to the one-shot so that Noelle could bide some time whilst trying to think of the next ride. An expression of fatigue, madness, disappointment, and sorrow were all woven into Kat’s face as if it were some skin-like sweater….yeah. Kat momentarily considered whacking that child into the dust with her hard-cover copy of ‘The Great Katsby’, but Kat had principles...’Least that was what the authoress hoped.
“Here, this is for you,” The wee young’un informed her, holding out the rubber chicken to Kat. Due to this sudden surprise, and the fact that children can be just plain God awful when it comes to sharing toys, Kat was a bit skeptical, but stunned. However, before she could utter a syllable of questioning, the child pushed the rubber chicken into Kat’s semi-crossed arms.
Next, the child lifted its head, revealing its face from the deep, dark, depths of Davy Jones lock-…Ahem. I mean the deep, dark, depths of his hoodie sweater. Flabbergasted, Kat’s jaw dropped open, and her eyes bulged, and she could feel a shiver run up her spine, as if the almighty Jonathan Larson strode through the park. “Kat number 98-C?!” She gasped, staring into the face of the wee boy.
Said child smiled at her before turning around and trotting off down the pavement, never to be seen again. Kat watched in awe for a moment, but her glory was short lived thanks to Mr. Sunshine over here. “Yo, girl, get ou’ the way!?” The booth worker snapped, trying to imitate a modern day rapper, but not knowing that the endless drone of drugs, cars, ‘ridin’ dirty’, and ‘what up G?’ was not a source of appeal for the Great Kit Kat. She was a RENThead after all. She had standards!
Casting the man one final super glare of doom, she strode off to inform the greatest cucumber of them all of her blistering victory. That man would get his, oh, yes he would…”PICKLEH!?” Kat suddenly shouted, scanning every direction possible for the all knowing pickle. Countless began to stare at her awkwardly as she shrieked out, “PICKLE! WHERE BE THE PICKLE!”, and flailed her rubber chicken around in the air.
“….aaaat!”
Tensing up like a kat that sensed a mouse or some other analogy, Kat looked up into yonder blue, and fastened her stunned hazel eyes upon the Double Shot. “Oh, my MOD!” She gasped, catching sight of three people waving frantically, stuck….at the top.
Hurrying over to her brethren…well, sistren, Kat stood at the bottom of the tower, hardly daring to imagine what inevitable doom the three were going through.
“I spy with my little eye,….something….red.” Noelle sighed, a truck-load of boredom ebbing into her voice. Amme too was beginning to feel the affects, but Pickle kept glaring at every single being, living or not, that she could see.
“…My hair?” The ever sensible redhead asked, motioning to her crimson locks. Noelle shook her head, with a dull, “No.” The two sighed, and promptly returned into staring into the abyss. “Is it the blood of that worker who shall undoubtedly be splattered against the hot pavement like a fried egg….?”
Both girls’ heads whipped around to gawk at Pickle, who said those words in all seriousness. “Uh, I was goin’ for the old lady eating prunes on the bench down there…” Noelle blinked, knowing full well that Pickle was capable of the destruction she promised. Who do you think was responsible for the Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Leatherface? No, that occurred when the local Target ran out of RENT DVDS…
“Gerd?” Kat asked, poking the pile of flesh, blood and skin that was stationed at the base of the ride. “I can’t feel my legs.” He mumbled in response, eyes flickering with the soft white light at the end of the tunnel. Kat pursed her lips, and paused for a moment, before exclaiming, “IS THAT A PENGUIN I SEE!?”
“I WANT A PRETTY PENGY!” Gerd yelped, standing up, all bones reconnecting themselves, and he began to dart from left to right in search of the penguin Kat spoke of. “Oh, boy…” Kat exhaled, staring up at the tower of death, wondering just how long it would take to get those three down.
“Aozora, are you ever going to stop pouting?” Nyroc asked, glancing over at the depressed blonde child, who could grow mushrooms from all the angst he was emitting. “Nu.” He replied, a hint of lifelessness tainting his tenor. Nyroc rolled his lavender eyes, and took to scrying in search of the Muffin Soldiers.
Rhea was in the kitchen, trying to help Ketso. Keyword: Trying. Kanynt had come out of his corner and was talking on the phone with Dr. Pliskin, asking how Amy was feeling. “Uh-oh…,” Nyroc mumbled, eyes widening as he stared into the blazing fire before him. “What’s wrong?” Aozora grumbled, casting Nyroc a trademark glare.
“Well, it looks like the Muffin Soldiers are in a spot of trouble…,” Nyroc replied, eyes focused on the flames. Kanynt held the receiver of the phone against his shoulder with an inquiry of, “What happened now?” Nyroc blinked, still staring into the flames as if he expected some fire fairy to leap out at him, but grumbled, “Looks like Pickle, Amme and Noelle got themselves stuck at the top of the Double Shot…”
Aozora inquired one of his slender, blonde eyebrows at him in a skeptical fashion. “You can tell all that from looking at some fire?” Nyroc narrowed his eyes at his ‘other self’, but enlightened the boy nevertheless. “You aren’t a witch, now are you,” He asked, staring Aozora down.
Shuffling his feet, Aozora mumbled some incoherent rambles, but continued to death glare Nyroc. Kanynt spoke into the phone, informing the doctor that he would most likely be over later to visit Amy, but he was intrigued by what was happening at ‘The Happiest Place On Earth’.
“What do you mean you can see what is going on, witch-boy?” Kanynt asked, staring into the fire, only to behold ashes and twigs. Nyroc drummed his fingers against the table whilst saying, “It’s a method of divination, so I can see mental pictures as I scry.” Aozora leapt forward to crowd around the flame in Nyroc’s palm, eyes wide with interest. “What about my mother,” He asked with concern. “Where’s my dad,” Kanynt asked simultaneously. However, as Nyroc opened his mouth, he was cut off by a shriek of, “FIRE!”
Sure enough, all three were knocked to the ground by the flying form of Ketso, whom was smothering the flame that toppled onto the rug with his apron. “Only YOU can prevent forest fires!” Ketso scolded, staring at the three upon the floor. Rhea raced into the room, but, of course, the door opened with a tentative, “Hello?”
Heads spun to witness a blue child enter the house with a good-natured smile and a newspaper held in his left arm. “Oh, its you, Azul.” Rhea smiled, shutting the door behind him and tossing the others a ‘get up’ look. “Well, I thought you all might want to see this…, “ Azul informed them, holding up the newspaper which in big, bold letters said, “HAVOC AT DISNEY WORLD”
The cold, twisting tendrils of dread snaked down the spines of the spawn, each racing to a conclusion, but too apprehensive to open the paper. Azul, ever the helpful one, opened the paper and read aloud, “It was a frightening site at Florida’s Disney World today, where a group of teenagers caused destruction, trauma, and chaos at the local park.
Three short girls had ended up stuck at the very top of the Double Shot, and after they were safely on the ground, the shortest, wishing to be clarified as ‘Pickle’, attacked the attendant whom was smashed into the pavement, creating a great mess. However, that was not all that the group accomplished… A black haired boy reportedly broke the arm of a penguin mascot after tackling it against a fruit stand whilst shouting, “PENGY!”
Two more teenagers were caught at the Ferris Wheel where they were having a tender moment, scarring many young children for life and later capsizing a cotton candy cart. Singing sensation Hilary Duff has been hospitalized, brought down by the same horde of teenagers who chased her down with a collection of torches and pitchforks. The traveling RENT performance was interrupted when many of the teenagers stormed the stage and began bowing before actor Wilson Jermaine Heredia, Angel. Jermaine was kind and grateful to the children, and gave the most vertically challenged his drumsticks after taking turns hugging each one of them and signing autographed RENT posters. The full story at six, and back to you, Fred!”
A grim aura began to sprout forth from the circle of spawn, each knowing full well who was responsible for these acts. However, before Aozora could let out a stream of shiznaps, there was a sharp, ear-splitting ring from the cordless phone in the kitchen.
“I’ll get it!” Ketso proclaimed, carefully placing the hot cookie sheet down on the table and picking up the phone. “Set it on speaker, Ketso,” Ordered Kanynt in a grave tenor. Obliging to Kanynt’s demand, Ketso pressed the flat, square button which read ‘speaker’, and listened in. “Hello,” Ketso asked in a chipper, yet wary voice.
“Uh, hey there, guys. Guess where we are…” Kat inquired in a tone of voice that seemed far too cheerful for the current situation. Silence followed from the end the spawn were on, but they could not ignore the fact that they heard Pickle’s voice abruptly snap, “j00 get that nightstick away from me, foocracker!”
Oh, this wouldn’t end well….
All spawn to their respective owners.
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“WHO WANTS BROWNIES?!”
The voice of teenaged, overly-excited, Ketso stimulated everyone in the living room vicinity to jump upon hearing the strident, chipper exclamation. Said boy had his shaggy, yet somehow spiky blonde hair tucked beneath a hair net, and was wearing a pink apron with the words ‘glomp the cook’ sewn into the fabric. However, the pale pink apron harmonized with his exceedingly pale skin tone. Though, despite his generous, sugar promising offer, the other four people in the room didn’t pay him any mind. How rude they were.
The only resonance that could be heard through the vast living room was the steady stomping of two pairs of feet, and the melodies of ‘Moonlight Shadow’ blaring from the television. One of the patrons who Ketso happened to be asking was perched upon the arm of the navy sofa. This interesting creature was a teenage girl with extensive, straight crimson hair and bright emerald eyes that could be accurately described as draconic.
To her left, at the windowsill, was another boy, except this one had shaggy, unkempt ebony hair, and gave off a somewhat depressing aura. His eyes were fixed upon the window, caught up in his own thoughts and troubles, but he didn’t seem to hear Ketso, or perhaps he was just ignoring him. If he was disregarding the blonde or just not paying attention was hard to tell when you were dealing with Kanynt.
In the center of the room was the source of the endless stamping.
A hefty, flat screen television was emitting a stream of colors and luminous rays, but Ketso had to stick one of the fingers of his automail in his ear to drown out the roar of the music. Two more boys were standing before the television, their feet stationed upon two plastic mats with a series of arrows inscribed into the material.
One boy, the younger of the two, had healthy, platinum blonde locks which were quite analogous to Ketso’s, both amazingly shaggy and spiky, but his eyes were a deep chocolate brown. He was ever-so slightly tanner than Ketso, but he was just about the same height as his culinary loving father. At this moment, Aozora had his cant-tell-a-lie eyes transfixed on the flashing screen, poised to stomp at any moment.
Beside the determined blonde alchemist was yet ANOTHER boy, but this one had a hair color that was not fit for a human. The male’s amethyst hair was untamed and seemed to sprout in every direction, but somehow didn’t make the boy look like some sheepdog. Said oddity was about seven inches taller than his companion, and had incandescent lilac eyes, also focused on the screen. Nyroc blew a strand of hair from his eyes, and tossed Aozora a challenging smirk.
“You say something, Ketso?” The redheaded girl, Rhea, asked from the couch, turning away from the scene before her. “Do you want brownies?” Ketso pressed, motioning to the stove with his thumb. Rhea furrowed her brows, debating whether to partake in the chocolaty goodness. “Yeah, all right.” Pleased with the half-dragon’s answer, Ketso smiled and turned towards Kanynt with an inquiry of, “How about you, Kanynt?”
It took a couple seconds for the ebony haired racer to reply, but he murmured without looking at Ketso, “…Whatever.” Taking that as a yes, Ketso looked towards Nyroc and Aozora, who were stomping in frenzy, trying to outdo each other at DDR. “Do you two want some?” Ketso asked, watching in amazement as the two danced like maniacs.
“Cant talk!” They simultaneously shouted, and swiftly cast each other glares as if it was one another’s fault. Rhea’s bright draconic eyes widened as she watched the two, and asked nobody in particular, “Why does Aozora have better hip movement than me…?” Aozora paid her comment no mind, but Nyroc cackled beside him, the epitome of evil.
“Hey, where is everybody?” Rhea questioned, looking around for any sign of the Muffin Soldiers. Kanynt shrugged from his perch at the window and muttered, “Who cares?” Ketso pondered for a moment, and turned back towards Aozora, “Didn’t your mother say something to you, Aozora?”
As if some bolt of electricity had rained down upon the Oblivion Angel, his body went rigid, and he toppled backwards, slipping on the DDR mat. “Shiznap!” He yelped, toppling to the floor with a dull, pathetic ‘thud’. Oh he was coordinated all right. The sudden disturbance caused Aozora to miss many crucial steps in the game, allowing Nyroc to gain the higher score. “Smooth.” Nyroc noted, looking down at Aozora with a cocky grin, enjoying the enraged pout plastered on his face.
“Shut up,” Aozora growled, staggering to his feet and stalking towards the couch without answering his father. The blonde alchemist resembled a child who had been sent to his room without desert, with his arms wrapped around his knees, and a ‘trying-to-be-menacing’ pout on his face. “Aikou?” Rhea asked, inquiring one of her slender crimson brows at him.
“They ABANDONED us. They went to the place I have dreamed and fantasized about every day for my entire life!” Aozora wailed, clearly upset about whatever the Muffin Soldiers were experiencing that the spawn were not.
Nyroc blinked in Aozora’s direction, clearly flabbergasted at the boy’s reaction. “You’ve wanted to go to a strip club too?” He asked in a ludicrous fashion. Upon hearing the question, Aozora’s right eye began twitching insanely, and he ground out through clenched teeth, “That’s YOUR dream, Nyroc!”
Cutting off the kaitou’s response, Rhea demanded, “So where did they go, Aozora?” Silence followed the inquiry, for Aozora seemed to feel that the scene needed a bit more drama. Nyroc drummed his fingers against the torn knee of his jeans in anticipation, while Rhea and Kanynt stared at Aozora, rapidly losing patience with the blonde child... “They went…,” Aozora began, only to stare at the wall as if he were trying to murder it with his mind.
“WHERE!?” The three shouted in livid tones, fed up with the waiting.
“THEY WENT TO DISNEY WORLD!”
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“Welcome to Disney World, ahyuck,” Exclaimed a life size Goofy mascot, waving at the group of people entering the park. “Stuff a muffin up your arse, Goofy.” Growled the…most…vertically challenged of the group, casting the…’dog’… an unpleasant glance. The Goofy impersonator was taken aback by the girl’s…creative threat, and stared after them with a dropped jaw as they entered the park. Yes, Noelle likes using italics today.
The group consisted of two boys and five girls, all of whom’ eyes were scanning the area, hearing the terrible sound of ‘It’s a Small World’ beginning to force their ears to bleed. “Why did we come here again?” The vertically challenged girl asked, clearly irritated by the all too sweet atmosphere. “We need to ride the COASTERS!” declared a tall, overly hyper brunette who pointed in some random direction. Yet another brown haired girl, this time with her hair up, turned towards this hyper-active teenager and declared, “The Great Kit-Kat does not like heigh-…”
Said brunette was cut off upon noticing a booth where prizes were kept for winning the game the booth presented. The Great Kit-Kat’s hazel eyes widened, for she laid those same eyes on the most beautiful creature, apart from Jonathan Larson and/or Wilson Jermaine Heredia.
A rubber chicken.
“Must have….chicken.” Kat droned in a robotic fashion, taking long strides towards the booth, her mission goal clear. The others watched her go, knowing that she would not rest until her mission was complete. “Riiight, so what should we do?” The second shortest Muffin Soldier asked, looking up at her companions. She tried her best to ignore the fact that she had to crane her head upward just to look many of the others in the eyes.
“I SAY ROLLER COASTERS!” Krazy voted, practically shaking in anticipation. “Well there is the Double Shot…” Noelle blinked, staring down at her brochure. “I’ll go on that.” Amme agreed, her grey eyes dancing in the light. “Yeah, sure.” Pickle nodded, staring up at the terror tower, daring it to mock her.
“Coughrollercoasterscough” Krazy oh-so-skillfully prompted, shuffling her feet. “I’ll go with you.” Silver shrugged, smirking at the brunette girl.
Krazy involuntarily twitched at the smirk, knowing full well what the Pervy Pirate was thinking. “Well, that works.” Amme nodded, casting her gaze upon the two, obviously happy that she didn’t have to fall off a chair once again. “Hey, Kat, come on!” Pickle called, watching her sibling slap a five dollar bill down on the counter.
“NO! I must complete my goal, lest the whole civilization of Katopia go hungry!” The determined girl declared, waving the others on, dead set on winning that two dollar chicken. “She won’t be swayed…” Pickle sighed, shaking her head at Kat. “So, we’ll meet you guys at the House of Mirrors in twenty minutes.” Noelle told Silver and Krazy, looking at her non-existent watch. “Aye, aye.” Silver saluted, his hand brushing against his silver mohawk.
Pickle, Noelle and Amme started to head towards the Double Shot, whilst Silver and Krazy headed towards the nearest wooden and/or metal speed trap. “Gramps, come!” Pickle growled, pointing at Gerd with a threatening finger. After being addressed as ‘Gramps’, Gerd vaguely noticed that he was the one being spoken to, and blinked after the other three. “…Were you talking to me? Sorry, I was caught up in my thoughts of Rikku’s beauty.”
Pickle narrowed her eyes at Gerd cunningly, and replied with complementary ice, “Yet you still have so many children…”
Buuuurn....
Gerd mock-cried, clinging to Pickle's head and sobbing his forgiveness. She promptly kicked him, pushing him forward.
---ZOMG, TEH DOUBLE-SHOT! UBER CREATIVE NAME, THERE, NOE.---
Pickle, Noelle, Amme, and Gerard stared up at the Double-Shot. Well, the three chicks did. Gerd was thinking about Rikku again, gazing longingly into the clouds NEXT to the ride, remembering how Rikku was so much like a cloud. I don't know ... how, but she is. Because Gerd now officially says so.
"We still goin' on that?" Amme asked in all seriousness, still staring, but her gray eyes betrayed the doubt lingering in her voice.
Pickle nodded solemnly. "Yep."
Gerd suddenly looked over at them, shaken from his daydreams,” Aren’t you three too small for that--"
"NOT SMALL!" The vertically-challenged trio shouted in unison, tackling Gerard at once and beating him to a bloody pulp in blatant rage. Lying on the concrete ground with all his bones shattered while people stepped over him, Gerd managed to mumble through all his pain,"... ride...."
Making their way to the front of the line via death threats, the three climbed up to the TOWUH and strapped themselves in appropriately. Then all they could do was wait for an absolution that would never--
Crap it.
Wait *in anticipation* for the ride to begin. Pickle glared. Noelle stared at some gum on the cement, the forgotten blob of dry chewing gum reminding her of Dark's hair. Amme counted the seconds.
"HOLY-!" The girls' collective curse was drowned out as they were abruptly propelled toward the sky, ascending the tower at high speed.
Gerd watched from below, still a mass of blood, bones, and skin, laughing,” Gerard the mighty wreaks his vengeance!"
When they reached the top of the three-hundred foot tower, gears suddenly rattled and a screech of metal against metal sounded loudly. And the ride just ... stopped. At the top. Of the tower. The girls exchanged concerned glances.
"Is this part of the ride?" Noelle asked uncertainly, amber eyes shifting about as she voiced the girls' thoughts.
~-~
"RUBBER CHICKENNN!"
"Miss, you can just BUY the thing!" The operator of the game groaned in annoyance, half-watching Kat toss another four quarters at him.
"I won't let the game beat me!"
~-~
"... when do you think they'll get us down?" Amme asked, trying not to focus on the ground below them. Everyone looked like ants....
"Soon." Pickle glared at the people.
"Attention," they heard a megaphone from below, “we’re experiencing some technical difficulties, but we'll get you down as soon as possible."
"Technical difficulties, my--" Noelle started to rant, but Pickle shouted down at the mechanics, overriding her.
"STUFF MUFFINS!"
~-~
{Floof}
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Pickle's eyes narrowed at the streets beneath her, as if she had seen something, or was at least *trying* to spot something. A for effort, at least. "Is that ..." She trailed off, uncertain.
All three of them still stuck atop the tower, Amme and Noelle slowly looked over at their pickleh-like friend, gazes questioning. "What is it?"
"OH MY MOD! IS THAT SILVER AND KRAZY HOLDING HANDS DOWN THERE?!"
"WAH?!"
"I'D RECOGNIZE THAT HAIR ANYWHERE!" Pickle cried again, flailing her arms in the ride's restraints, as if it would help.
Noelle briefly stared down at their ant-sized forms, and then suddenly emitted a high-pitched squeal of Silverazy fangirlism,"They look so ky00te together!"
Amme and Pickle immediately swiveled their heads around to give Noelle the strangest looks they could muster. Noelle suddenly froze, an idea dawning on her.
"I ... want to write ... SILVERAZY!"
Amme stared. Pickle stared. The two stared at each other. And their eyes instantaneously lit up. "ANOTHER PROPHECY FROM RENT!"
“Ms, you have just used 200 dollars to try and win a 2 dollar chicken, why don’t you just purchase the damn thing!?” The pimply, greasy haired worker asked in an exasperated tone, watching Kat nearly yank the squirt gun out of the booth.
“ENOUGH TALK AND MAKE WITH THE BUTTON-PRESSING!” Kat growled, a twinge of hysteria beginning to invade her voice. She had to win. She MUST win, for she was the Great Kit-Kat, and the Great Kit-Kat was almighty. Well, not as mighty as Jonathan Larson, but she was a great deal mightier than a moose…somehow. Sighing, but well aware that he would not be able to influence this girl, the man pressed the button, and Kat took aim at the miniscule target straight ahead.
“J00 are goin’ down targetz0rz!” She cackled as her squirt gun hit the bulls-eye, and shot her Sponge-Bob maker towards the bell. So, close, yet so far… “We have a winner!” The emotionless, never gonna have a better career than this, worker announced in a monotone, signaling to the person beside Kat…. Once again, so close to victory, but once again vanquished by this…mere child.
“…”
Kat stared at this unknown child who was only added to the one-shot so that Noelle could bide some time whilst trying to think of the next ride. An expression of fatigue, madness, disappointment, and sorrow were all woven into Kat’s face as if it were some skin-like sweater….yeah. Kat momentarily considered whacking that child into the dust with her hard-cover copy of ‘The Great Katsby’, but Kat had principles...’Least that was what the authoress hoped.
“Here, this is for you,” The wee young’un informed her, holding out the rubber chicken to Kat. Due to this sudden surprise, and the fact that children can be just plain God awful when it comes to sharing toys, Kat was a bit skeptical, but stunned. However, before she could utter a syllable of questioning, the child pushed the rubber chicken into Kat’s semi-crossed arms.
Next, the child lifted its head, revealing its face from the deep, dark, depths of Davy Jones lock-…Ahem. I mean the deep, dark, depths of his hoodie sweater. Flabbergasted, Kat’s jaw dropped open, and her eyes bulged, and she could feel a shiver run up her spine, as if the almighty Jonathan Larson strode through the park. “Kat number 98-C?!” She gasped, staring into the face of the wee boy.
Said child smiled at her before turning around and trotting off down the pavement, never to be seen again. Kat watched in awe for a moment, but her glory was short lived thanks to Mr. Sunshine over here. “Yo, girl, get ou’ the way!?” The booth worker snapped, trying to imitate a modern day rapper, but not knowing that the endless drone of drugs, cars, ‘ridin’ dirty’, and ‘what up G?’ was not a source of appeal for the Great Kit Kat. She was a RENThead after all. She had standards!
Casting the man one final super glare of doom, she strode off to inform the greatest cucumber of them all of her blistering victory. That man would get his, oh, yes he would…”PICKLEH!?” Kat suddenly shouted, scanning every direction possible for the all knowing pickle. Countless began to stare at her awkwardly as she shrieked out, “PICKLE! WHERE BE THE PICKLE!”, and flailed her rubber chicken around in the air.
“….aaaat!”
Tensing up like a kat that sensed a mouse or some other analogy, Kat looked up into yonder blue, and fastened her stunned hazel eyes upon the Double Shot. “Oh, my MOD!” She gasped, catching sight of three people waving frantically, stuck….at the top.
Hurrying over to her brethren…well, sistren, Kat stood at the bottom of the tower, hardly daring to imagine what inevitable doom the three were going through.
“I spy with my little eye,….something….red.” Noelle sighed, a truck-load of boredom ebbing into her voice. Amme too was beginning to feel the affects, but Pickle kept glaring at every single being, living or not, that she could see.
“…My hair?” The ever sensible redhead asked, motioning to her crimson locks. Noelle shook her head, with a dull, “No.” The two sighed, and promptly returned into staring into the abyss. “Is it the blood of that worker who shall undoubtedly be splattered against the hot pavement like a fried egg….?”
Both girls’ heads whipped around to gawk at Pickle, who said those words in all seriousness. “Uh, I was goin’ for the old lady eating prunes on the bench down there…” Noelle blinked, knowing full well that Pickle was capable of the destruction she promised. Who do you think was responsible for the Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Leatherface? No, that occurred when the local Target ran out of RENT DVDS…
“Gerd?” Kat asked, poking the pile of flesh, blood and skin that was stationed at the base of the ride. “I can’t feel my legs.” He mumbled in response, eyes flickering with the soft white light at the end of the tunnel. Kat pursed her lips, and paused for a moment, before exclaiming, “IS THAT A PENGUIN I SEE!?”
“I WANT A PRETTY PENGY!” Gerd yelped, standing up, all bones reconnecting themselves, and he began to dart from left to right in search of the penguin Kat spoke of. “Oh, boy…” Kat exhaled, staring up at the tower of death, wondering just how long it would take to get those three down.
“Aozora, are you ever going to stop pouting?” Nyroc asked, glancing over at the depressed blonde child, who could grow mushrooms from all the angst he was emitting. “Nu.” He replied, a hint of lifelessness tainting his tenor. Nyroc rolled his lavender eyes, and took to scrying in search of the Muffin Soldiers.
Rhea was in the kitchen, trying to help Ketso. Keyword: Trying. Kanynt had come out of his corner and was talking on the phone with Dr. Pliskin, asking how Amy was feeling. “Uh-oh…,” Nyroc mumbled, eyes widening as he stared into the blazing fire before him. “What’s wrong?” Aozora grumbled, casting Nyroc a trademark glare.
“Well, it looks like the Muffin Soldiers are in a spot of trouble…,” Nyroc replied, eyes focused on the flames. Kanynt held the receiver of the phone against his shoulder with an inquiry of, “What happened now?” Nyroc blinked, still staring into the flames as if he expected some fire fairy to leap out at him, but grumbled, “Looks like Pickle, Amme and Noelle got themselves stuck at the top of the Double Shot…”
Aozora inquired one of his slender, blonde eyebrows at him in a skeptical fashion. “You can tell all that from looking at some fire?” Nyroc narrowed his eyes at his ‘other self’, but enlightened the boy nevertheless. “You aren’t a witch, now are you,” He asked, staring Aozora down.
Shuffling his feet, Aozora mumbled some incoherent rambles, but continued to death glare Nyroc. Kanynt spoke into the phone, informing the doctor that he would most likely be over later to visit Amy, but he was intrigued by what was happening at ‘The Happiest Place On Earth’.
“What do you mean you can see what is going on, witch-boy?” Kanynt asked, staring into the fire, only to behold ashes and twigs. Nyroc drummed his fingers against the table whilst saying, “It’s a method of divination, so I can see mental pictures as I scry.” Aozora leapt forward to crowd around the flame in Nyroc’s palm, eyes wide with interest. “What about my mother,” He asked with concern. “Where’s my dad,” Kanynt asked simultaneously. However, as Nyroc opened his mouth, he was cut off by a shriek of, “FIRE!”
Sure enough, all three were knocked to the ground by the flying form of Ketso, whom was smothering the flame that toppled onto the rug with his apron. “Only YOU can prevent forest fires!” Ketso scolded, staring at the three upon the floor. Rhea raced into the room, but, of course, the door opened with a tentative, “Hello?”
Heads spun to witness a blue child enter the house with a good-natured smile and a newspaper held in his left arm. “Oh, its you, Azul.” Rhea smiled, shutting the door behind him and tossing the others a ‘get up’ look. “Well, I thought you all might want to see this…, “ Azul informed them, holding up the newspaper which in big, bold letters said, “HAVOC AT DISNEY WORLD”
The cold, twisting tendrils of dread snaked down the spines of the spawn, each racing to a conclusion, but too apprehensive to open the paper. Azul, ever the helpful one, opened the paper and read aloud, “It was a frightening site at Florida’s Disney World today, where a group of teenagers caused destruction, trauma, and chaos at the local park.
Three short girls had ended up stuck at the very top of the Double Shot, and after they were safely on the ground, the shortest, wishing to be clarified as ‘Pickle’, attacked the attendant whom was smashed into the pavement, creating a great mess. However, that was not all that the group accomplished… A black haired boy reportedly broke the arm of a penguin mascot after tackling it against a fruit stand whilst shouting, “PENGY!”
Two more teenagers were caught at the Ferris Wheel where they were having a tender moment, scarring many young children for life and later capsizing a cotton candy cart. Singing sensation Hilary Duff has been hospitalized, brought down by the same horde of teenagers who chased her down with a collection of torches and pitchforks. The traveling RENT performance was interrupted when many of the teenagers stormed the stage and began bowing before actor Wilson Jermaine Heredia, Angel. Jermaine was kind and grateful to the children, and gave the most vertically challenged his drumsticks after taking turns hugging each one of them and signing autographed RENT posters. The full story at six, and back to you, Fred!”
A grim aura began to sprout forth from the circle of spawn, each knowing full well who was responsible for these acts. However, before Aozora could let out a stream of shiznaps, there was a sharp, ear-splitting ring from the cordless phone in the kitchen.
“I’ll get it!” Ketso proclaimed, carefully placing the hot cookie sheet down on the table and picking up the phone. “Set it on speaker, Ketso,” Ordered Kanynt in a grave tenor. Obliging to Kanynt’s demand, Ketso pressed the flat, square button which read ‘speaker’, and listened in. “Hello,” Ketso asked in a chipper, yet wary voice.
“Uh, hey there, guys. Guess where we are…” Kat inquired in a tone of voice that seemed far too cheerful for the current situation. Silence followed from the end the spawn were on, but they could not ignore the fact that they heard Pickle’s voice abruptly snap, “j00 get that nightstick away from me, foocracker!”
Oh, this wouldn’t end well….
