Writing The Tale of PokeBeach - Murder All Over
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It took me over 2 weeks to read the most recent chapter...
^Also describes what I thought of said chapter. =P (It's a 2 in 1. ^.^)
Don't have much to say about the chapters though. So my character is like out cold but "he'll be back" later? :O And the murderer seems to be taking care of business a little quicker now because more people seem to be disappearing faster than before...
So anyway, keep up the good work and don't stop working. If I take 2 weeks to get caught up I want to be 2 chapters behind, not just 1. xP
^Also describes what I thought of said chapter. =P (It's a 2 in 1. ^.^)
Don't have much to say about the chapters though. So my character is like out cold but "he'll be back" later? :O And the murderer seems to be taking care of business a little quicker now because more people seem to be disappearing faster than before...
So anyway, keep up the good work and don't stop working. If I take 2 weeks to get caught up I want to be 2 chapters behind, not just 1. xP
@LPG: Thanks! I don't know if this is fit for Amazing Threads, but whatever.
@Glaceon: Fixed. (Why do I feel like I always reply to you that way when I put up a new chapter?)
@Loveshy, King Arceus and HL: It's a secret.
@PDC: ...Thanks.
@Afro-G: Yeah, the murderer is really taking care of things. Thanks for the comments!
To anyone who was concerned with the name changes, here's my opinion on it.
When I started this story, I wanted to start and finish with the same characters I used. I'm not going to go changing 10 chapters just so I can make some name changes,mostly because I'm lazy because I feel that the old names you guys used to have should live to see another day, so I'm continuing the story with the same names.
The Tale Of Pokebeach - Murder All Over - Chapter 11
Snivylover opened her eyes in the pitch black darkness. The lights had not turned on in this room for some reason. She had an itch on her nose, and it bothered her that she should not reach it. She struggled and grunted to break free, but she was not going anywhere.
"I certainly don't feel like a damsel in distress," Snivylover said to herself. "I mean, I'm chained up to a wall, I'm assuming, and I can't move. Now I have an itch and I can't scratch it and I'm getting really frustrated!" She sagged a little, and looked around her. Suddenly, she saw a light in the hallway.
"Hello?" she called out.
~
"I'm so glad the lights came back on!" Bippa exclaimed in joy. "Now I can see and look at everything! Weeee!"
"I kinda wish the lights were still out," Shadow Arceus noted. Bippa turned to him.
"Why would you want the lights to be out?" Bippa asked in confusion.
"Because I have a dark personality," Shadow Arceus replied as he made an evil pose, and Bippa laughed. "I love the darkness."
"It seems we have quite the opposite personalities," Bippa mentioned. Shadow Arceus pondered this for a moment.
"I suppose we do," Shadow Arceus thought out loud. They walked up the staircase and back into the lit hallway. Shadow Arceus sighed in relief. "I'm glad the lights are back on in the rest of the mansion."
"Hey, you never know," Bippa reminded Shadow Arceus. "Remember that dark room we were in when you bashed into me?"
"Yes, but the lights were out," Shadow Arceus mentioned.
"And who's to say there are any lights in there at all?" Bippa questioned. Shadow Arceus looked at him curiously.
"Are you suggesting we go look ourselves?" Shadow Arceus asked back.
"You know me," Bippa responded. "I'm always looking for some sort of adventure." Shadow Arceus picked Bippa up and tossed him on his shoulders. Bippa felt like the king of the world as they entered the ballroom and walked to the place where Bippa had explored when the murderer found him.
"And you're sure this is the only way there?" Shadow Arceus asked Bippa.
"Trust me," Bippa assured him. "Why would we go this way if there was another path?"
"I suppose that makes sense," Shadow Arceus replied. They jumped into the hole with Bippa on Shadow Arceus' shoulders, and Bippa felt like his stomach was pressing against him. Shadow Arceus landed on his feet, and pounced loudly as they walked through the mysterious hallway where Bippa had once been in. Shadow Arceus felt odd in the hallway, feeling like something was going to jump on him. Bippa opened one of the doors quietly, and saw nothing in the room. Before he could attempt to close it, the door slammed open and a hand reached for him. Bippa recognized the hand and screamed. Shadow Arceus jumped at the hand and hit it with his fist.
"Ow!" the voice screamed. Shadow Arceus ran after the hand, and noticed a white glove on the hand.
"What would a murderer need a white glove for?" Shadow Arceus thought. Then he realized the rotten truth. The murderer probably dispensed the blood from the victims onto the gloves so no evidence could be found. The gloves were just a scapegoat for the murderer to be saved. The murderer ran faster and faster, but Shadow Arceus kept up. He attempted to reach for the murderer's mask, but the murderer quickly turned around and headed for Bippa. Bippa tried to run, but the murderer was too fast.
"Stop it!" Bippa screamed as the murderer grabbed him.
"I knew this wasn't a good idea," Shadow Arceus thought to himself as he tried to pounce on the murderer. He grabbed hold of their cape, the murderer dropped Bippa, and reached to remove Shadow Arceus's hand from their cape. The murderer took off in a rush, and left behind a notebook. Bippa recognized it immediately.
"My journal!" Bippa exclaimed. He reached for the journal and flipped through the pages.
"Looks more like a diary to me," Shadow Arceus joked, and Bippa scoffed at him. One of the pages in the journal was not Bippa's writing.
"What's this?" Bippa asked Shadow Arceus, and he crawled over. Shadow Arceus winced in pain as he moved.
"I think I hurt my back," Shadow Arceus complained. "I might have thrown out my arm, too. Grabbing that murderer's cape was no easy task."
"Look here," Bippa motioned, and Shadow Arceus looked at the page stained with a red liquid.
"T_E M_R___E_
_S _ __R_"
"What does that mean?" Bippa thought after he read it.
"Might be some message," Shadow Arceus mentioned.
"I can barely read it," Bippa moaned as he squinted.
"I just want to get out of here," Shadow Arceus told Bippa.
"Agreed," Bippa seconded. They walked down the hallway and attempted to climb up the hole. Shadow Arceus threw Bippa up the hole, and Bippa grasped the edge as he pulled himself up. "Now what?" Bippa asked.
"You're going to have to pull me up, kiddo," Shadow Arceus replied. Bippa gulped in nervousness.
"I'll try," Bippa reached down and grabbed Shadow Arceus' hands, and pulled with all his might.
"Keep pulling!" Shadow Arceus begged. "I'm not that heavy!"
"We both know that's a lie," Bippa joked as Shadow Arceus glared at him. Bippa pulled even harder, and Shadow Arceus was coming up, but Bippa lost his grip and Shadow Arceus fell.
"Now what?" Shadow Arceus asked.
"Let me look for something that might help us," Bippa replied. "Stay where you are."
~
"That couldn't be Snivylover," Safariblade thought to himself. "Could it? She looked like the person in the projector. And what about those people chained to the wall?" Safariblade kept walking and came back into the foyer. "No way am I going back to that sarcastic troll."
Safariblade walked up the stairs and entered the kitchen. "But what if she is in trouble? What if that really is her?" Safariblade started pacing back and forth. "But what do I know? She could be anywhere in this mansion, and that murderer could be anywhere." Safariblade started pacing faster and faster. "Really, what if it's not worth the risk? What if I get caught? What if...." Safariblade stopped pacing. "I sound like a coward. I have to try. If she really is in trouble, leave it to me to be her hero." He bolted out of the room and walked back down the staircase and into the hallway. As he walked through the hallway, he admired some of the paintings along the way. He noticed one of the doors was halfway open. He ran through, not looking where he was going, and saw a big plate of uneaten food sitting on the table in front of him. He walked over to the food, but was abruptly stopped by the moving of the table into his chest. He clutched his chest as a figure appeared out from under the table.
"It's....my...food..." the voice warned Safariblade. Safariblade backed away as the voice turned out to be a person.
"Who are you?" Safariblade asked.
"My identity must remain a secret for now," the person answered him. "If the murderer caught me, I'd be in huge trouble."
"If you let me know who you are, I'll protect you from the murderer," Safariblade bravely offered. The person jumped in excitement.
"Ooh, this is great! I've never had a real friend before!" the person replied. Safariblade could tell this person was lonely. They looked about 15, and their clothes were perfectly ironed. They appeared as if they lived in the mansion, and their blue jeans had no rips.
"Probably a neat freak," Safariblade thought to himself.
"Okay, okay, my name is Corey," Corey continued. "I used to be the cook here, until the owner of this mansion disappeared. You can call me CMP, if you'd like."
"Sure, why not," Safariblade shook hands with CMP. "Nice to meet you, CMP."
"Gee, this is interesting," CMP thought out loud. "Would you like to sit down for some dinner?"
"I guess so," Safariblade replied awkwardly.
"Oh, don't be shy!" CMP exclaimed, and dragged him to a seat. "When I was saying that it was my food, I didn't really mean it. See, I thought you were some weirdo or something."
"I see," Safariblade listened closely.
"I've been hiding here for a while," CMP told him. "I mean, it's not that I'm lonely, I'm just afraid."
"Afraid of what, if I may ask?" Safariblade asked as he ate his chicken.
"I'm afraid of the murderer," CMP lied. He knew what he was afraid of, but he would not share his deepest thoughts and feelings with some stranger he had met moments ago.
"Well, you don't have to be anymore," Safariblade assured him as he finished his chicken.
"I noticed you eat quite a bit," CMP noted.
"Well, I have been told I am quite the heavy eater," Safariblade replied.
"I'm not surprised," CMP joked as they both laughed.
~
"Go ahead, Shadow Arceus, jump! I know you can do it!" a voice called out. "You only wish you could, Zyflair!" another happy voice called out, laughing. The grass whistled, the tree sang, and the two people were as happy as ever. "Isn't it great to be a kid?" Shadow Arceus asked. "I wish I could be this way forever," Zyflair responded. "If only I could be a kid again, if only-"
"If only I could be a kid again," Zyflair said to himself as he woke to the wind outside brushing the leaves, which were hitting the window. "If only I could be a kid again." He got up and walked around, stretching and trying to ease the pain he was feeling, although the pain was not just physical. "Why did he have to take off like that? He knows better. Or at least I think he does." Zyflair walked around and thought about the chest in the "wealthy" room that wouldn't open.
"I wonder what could be in there," Zyflair considered. Maybe there was riches, like gold! Maybe there was something that could make him famous! "Look at me," he thought. "I sound like Shadow Arceus, always looking for something valuable." He kept thinking about the chest. What if something important was inside it? He couldn't overcome the sense of greed, and he adventured to the room to find the chest that would not open. Zyflair opened door after door, and finally realized he did not remember where the room was. He collapsed on the ground and tried to relapse his memory of something that would help him remember. He suddenly remembered the notebook, and took it out.
"Okay, so maybe I should go....no, that won't work....maybe that way? It's worth a shot," Zyflair second guessed himself. "Alright, I'll try it." He ran down the hallway to be greeted by a door in his face, and he tumbled to the ground. "Why do I keep doing that?" He staggered up and continued down the hallway and turned to his right, and then ran by the ballroom, and ran into a room to his left. He found himself in the "wealthy" room, and looked around. Golden glasses stood on tables with silk cloth, and treasure chests glistened expensively. Zyflair walked over to the chest that would not open, and thought about how to approach opening it.
"Now what do I do know," he thought to himself.
~
"You want to know something, PMJ?" Dmaster asked PMJ.
"What's that, girl?" PMJ asked.
"I don't know if we belong here anymore," Dmaster replied. "Maybe this just isn't the place we should be, after what happened to WPM."
"The other cheerleaders must really miss us," PMJ agreed with Dmaster.
"Let's just...go, I guess," Dmaster suggested.
"I guess we should just leave in peace, then," PMJ thought out loud. "I remember all the fun times we had here, whether they seemed fun or not. I still want to go back to that gymnasium."
"It's time to go," Dmaster motioned. PMJ let a tear slide down her cheek as she left. She looked at the closet WPM had disappeared, and walked away.
"Do you think WPM will ever come back?" PMJ asked Dmaster.
"Well..." Dmaster paused. "No, I don't think so, PMJ." PMJ broke down into a frenzy of tears, and Dmaster comforted her as they exited through the foyer.
~
This was a shorter chapter (about 2000 words), but I plan to write another one over the weekend as a Thanksgiving special. The reason I added CMP is because the character count in this story is getting a little low after PMJ and Dmaster left, so be on the watch for other characters. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
@Glaceon: Fixed. (Why do I feel like I always reply to you that way when I put up a new chapter?)
@Loveshy, King Arceus and HL: It's a secret.
@PDC: ...Thanks.
@Afro-G: Yeah, the murderer is really taking care of things. Thanks for the comments!
To anyone who was concerned with the name changes, here's my opinion on it.
When I started this story, I wanted to start and finish with the same characters I used. I'm not going to go changing 10 chapters just so I can make some name changes,
The Tale Of Pokebeach - Murder All Over - Chapter 11
Snivylover opened her eyes in the pitch black darkness. The lights had not turned on in this room for some reason. She had an itch on her nose, and it bothered her that she should not reach it. She struggled and grunted to break free, but she was not going anywhere.
"I certainly don't feel like a damsel in distress," Snivylover said to herself. "I mean, I'm chained up to a wall, I'm assuming, and I can't move. Now I have an itch and I can't scratch it and I'm getting really frustrated!" She sagged a little, and looked around her. Suddenly, she saw a light in the hallway.
"Hello?" she called out.
~
"I'm so glad the lights came back on!" Bippa exclaimed in joy. "Now I can see and look at everything! Weeee!"
"I kinda wish the lights were still out," Shadow Arceus noted. Bippa turned to him.
"Why would you want the lights to be out?" Bippa asked in confusion.
"Because I have a dark personality," Shadow Arceus replied as he made an evil pose, and Bippa laughed. "I love the darkness."
"It seems we have quite the opposite personalities," Bippa mentioned. Shadow Arceus pondered this for a moment.
"I suppose we do," Shadow Arceus thought out loud. They walked up the staircase and back into the lit hallway. Shadow Arceus sighed in relief. "I'm glad the lights are back on in the rest of the mansion."
"Hey, you never know," Bippa reminded Shadow Arceus. "Remember that dark room we were in when you bashed into me?"
"Yes, but the lights were out," Shadow Arceus mentioned.
"And who's to say there are any lights in there at all?" Bippa questioned. Shadow Arceus looked at him curiously.
"Are you suggesting we go look ourselves?" Shadow Arceus asked back.
"You know me," Bippa responded. "I'm always looking for some sort of adventure." Shadow Arceus picked Bippa up and tossed him on his shoulders. Bippa felt like the king of the world as they entered the ballroom and walked to the place where Bippa had explored when the murderer found him.
"And you're sure this is the only way there?" Shadow Arceus asked Bippa.
"Trust me," Bippa assured him. "Why would we go this way if there was another path?"
"I suppose that makes sense," Shadow Arceus replied. They jumped into the hole with Bippa on Shadow Arceus' shoulders, and Bippa felt like his stomach was pressing against him. Shadow Arceus landed on his feet, and pounced loudly as they walked through the mysterious hallway where Bippa had once been in. Shadow Arceus felt odd in the hallway, feeling like something was going to jump on him. Bippa opened one of the doors quietly, and saw nothing in the room. Before he could attempt to close it, the door slammed open and a hand reached for him. Bippa recognized the hand and screamed. Shadow Arceus jumped at the hand and hit it with his fist.
"Ow!" the voice screamed. Shadow Arceus ran after the hand, and noticed a white glove on the hand.
"What would a murderer need a white glove for?" Shadow Arceus thought. Then he realized the rotten truth. The murderer probably dispensed the blood from the victims onto the gloves so no evidence could be found. The gloves were just a scapegoat for the murderer to be saved. The murderer ran faster and faster, but Shadow Arceus kept up. He attempted to reach for the murderer's mask, but the murderer quickly turned around and headed for Bippa. Bippa tried to run, but the murderer was too fast.
"Stop it!" Bippa screamed as the murderer grabbed him.
"I knew this wasn't a good idea," Shadow Arceus thought to himself as he tried to pounce on the murderer. He grabbed hold of their cape, the murderer dropped Bippa, and reached to remove Shadow Arceus's hand from their cape. The murderer took off in a rush, and left behind a notebook. Bippa recognized it immediately.
"My journal!" Bippa exclaimed. He reached for the journal and flipped through the pages.
"Looks more like a diary to me," Shadow Arceus joked, and Bippa scoffed at him. One of the pages in the journal was not Bippa's writing.
"What's this?" Bippa asked Shadow Arceus, and he crawled over. Shadow Arceus winced in pain as he moved.
"I think I hurt my back," Shadow Arceus complained. "I might have thrown out my arm, too. Grabbing that murderer's cape was no easy task."
"Look here," Bippa motioned, and Shadow Arceus looked at the page stained with a red liquid.
"T_E M_R___E_
_S _ __R_"
"What does that mean?" Bippa thought after he read it.
"Might be some message," Shadow Arceus mentioned.
"I can barely read it," Bippa moaned as he squinted.
"I just want to get out of here," Shadow Arceus told Bippa.
"Agreed," Bippa seconded. They walked down the hallway and attempted to climb up the hole. Shadow Arceus threw Bippa up the hole, and Bippa grasped the edge as he pulled himself up. "Now what?" Bippa asked.
"You're going to have to pull me up, kiddo," Shadow Arceus replied. Bippa gulped in nervousness.
"I'll try," Bippa reached down and grabbed Shadow Arceus' hands, and pulled with all his might.
"Keep pulling!" Shadow Arceus begged. "I'm not that heavy!"
"We both know that's a lie," Bippa joked as Shadow Arceus glared at him. Bippa pulled even harder, and Shadow Arceus was coming up, but Bippa lost his grip and Shadow Arceus fell.
"Now what?" Shadow Arceus asked.
"Let me look for something that might help us," Bippa replied. "Stay where you are."
~
"That couldn't be Snivylover," Safariblade thought to himself. "Could it? She looked like the person in the projector. And what about those people chained to the wall?" Safariblade kept walking and came back into the foyer. "No way am I going back to that sarcastic troll."
Safariblade walked up the stairs and entered the kitchen. "But what if she is in trouble? What if that really is her?" Safariblade started pacing back and forth. "But what do I know? She could be anywhere in this mansion, and that murderer could be anywhere." Safariblade started pacing faster and faster. "Really, what if it's not worth the risk? What if I get caught? What if...." Safariblade stopped pacing. "I sound like a coward. I have to try. If she really is in trouble, leave it to me to be her hero." He bolted out of the room and walked back down the staircase and into the hallway. As he walked through the hallway, he admired some of the paintings along the way. He noticed one of the doors was halfway open. He ran through, not looking where he was going, and saw a big plate of uneaten food sitting on the table in front of him. He walked over to the food, but was abruptly stopped by the moving of the table into his chest. He clutched his chest as a figure appeared out from under the table.
"It's....my...food..." the voice warned Safariblade. Safariblade backed away as the voice turned out to be a person.
"Who are you?" Safariblade asked.
"My identity must remain a secret for now," the person answered him. "If the murderer caught me, I'd be in huge trouble."
"If you let me know who you are, I'll protect you from the murderer," Safariblade bravely offered. The person jumped in excitement.
"Ooh, this is great! I've never had a real friend before!" the person replied. Safariblade could tell this person was lonely. They looked about 15, and their clothes were perfectly ironed. They appeared as if they lived in the mansion, and their blue jeans had no rips.
"Probably a neat freak," Safariblade thought to himself.
"Okay, okay, my name is Corey," Corey continued. "I used to be the cook here, until the owner of this mansion disappeared. You can call me CMP, if you'd like."
"Sure, why not," Safariblade shook hands with CMP. "Nice to meet you, CMP."
"Gee, this is interesting," CMP thought out loud. "Would you like to sit down for some dinner?"
"I guess so," Safariblade replied awkwardly.
"Oh, don't be shy!" CMP exclaimed, and dragged him to a seat. "When I was saying that it was my food, I didn't really mean it. See, I thought you were some weirdo or something."
"I see," Safariblade listened closely.
"I've been hiding here for a while," CMP told him. "I mean, it's not that I'm lonely, I'm just afraid."
"Afraid of what, if I may ask?" Safariblade asked as he ate his chicken.
"I'm afraid of the murderer," CMP lied. He knew what he was afraid of, but he would not share his deepest thoughts and feelings with some stranger he had met moments ago.
"Well, you don't have to be anymore," Safariblade assured him as he finished his chicken.
"I noticed you eat quite a bit," CMP noted.
"Well, I have been told I am quite the heavy eater," Safariblade replied.
"I'm not surprised," CMP joked as they both laughed.
~
"Go ahead, Shadow Arceus, jump! I know you can do it!" a voice called out. "You only wish you could, Zyflair!" another happy voice called out, laughing. The grass whistled, the tree sang, and the two people were as happy as ever. "Isn't it great to be a kid?" Shadow Arceus asked. "I wish I could be this way forever," Zyflair responded. "If only I could be a kid again, if only-"
"If only I could be a kid again," Zyflair said to himself as he woke to the wind outside brushing the leaves, which were hitting the window. "If only I could be a kid again." He got up and walked around, stretching and trying to ease the pain he was feeling, although the pain was not just physical. "Why did he have to take off like that? He knows better. Or at least I think he does." Zyflair walked around and thought about the chest in the "wealthy" room that wouldn't open.
"I wonder what could be in there," Zyflair considered. Maybe there was riches, like gold! Maybe there was something that could make him famous! "Look at me," he thought. "I sound like Shadow Arceus, always looking for something valuable." He kept thinking about the chest. What if something important was inside it? He couldn't overcome the sense of greed, and he adventured to the room to find the chest that would not open. Zyflair opened door after door, and finally realized he did not remember where the room was. He collapsed on the ground and tried to relapse his memory of something that would help him remember. He suddenly remembered the notebook, and took it out.
"Okay, so maybe I should go....no, that won't work....maybe that way? It's worth a shot," Zyflair second guessed himself. "Alright, I'll try it." He ran down the hallway to be greeted by a door in his face, and he tumbled to the ground. "Why do I keep doing that?" He staggered up and continued down the hallway and turned to his right, and then ran by the ballroom, and ran into a room to his left. He found himself in the "wealthy" room, and looked around. Golden glasses stood on tables with silk cloth, and treasure chests glistened expensively. Zyflair walked over to the chest that would not open, and thought about how to approach opening it.
"Now what do I do know," he thought to himself.
~
"You want to know something, PMJ?" Dmaster asked PMJ.
"What's that, girl?" PMJ asked.
"I don't know if we belong here anymore," Dmaster replied. "Maybe this just isn't the place we should be, after what happened to WPM."
"The other cheerleaders must really miss us," PMJ agreed with Dmaster.
"Let's just...go, I guess," Dmaster suggested.
"I guess we should just leave in peace, then," PMJ thought out loud. "I remember all the fun times we had here, whether they seemed fun or not. I still want to go back to that gymnasium."
"It's time to go," Dmaster motioned. PMJ let a tear slide down her cheek as she left. She looked at the closet WPM had disappeared, and walked away.
"Do you think WPM will ever come back?" PMJ asked Dmaster.
"Well..." Dmaster paused. "No, I don't think so, PMJ." PMJ broke down into a frenzy of tears, and Dmaster comforted her as they exited through the foyer.
~
This was a shorter chapter (about 2000 words), but I plan to write another one over the weekend as a Thanksgiving special. The reason I added CMP is because the character count in this story is getting a little low after PMJ and Dmaster left, so be on the watch for other characters. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
First I agree with your decision on keeping original names. It makes the story flow better especially considering my previous username. Interesting role CMP has. *King Arceus uses Judgement on CMP!* Dmaster and PMJ leaving did take me a bit by surprise as I thought they would stay there to help the others. Good work with the chapter.
Dmaster and PMJ leaving did take me a bit by surprise as I thought they would stay there to help the others. Good work with the chapter."T_E M_R___E_
_S _ __R_"
Way to give an obvious clue, bro.
Of course that last word could mean alot of things, but still.
The chapter was pretty good, I guess, but why did PMJ and dmaster just leave? i no get it/
_S _ __R_"
Way to give an obvious clue, bro.
Of course that last word could mean alot of things, but still.
The chapter was pretty good, I guess, but why did PMJ and dmaster just leave? i no get it/
@King Arceus and HL: You'll just see this story get stranger and stranger.
Haven't posted a chapter in a while, so here I go!
The Tale of Pokebeach - Murder All Over - Chapter 12 (Thanksgiving special :O)
"I forgot my pom-poms!" PMJ gasped as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "I can't forget my pom-poms!"
"Do you really need your pom-poms?" Dmaster asked nonchalantly.
"Of course I need my pom-poms! It makes guys notice me!" PMJ answered while giggling. She ran inside, and Dmaster followed. PMJ walked up the staircase and past the foyer, and straight into the nursery room. The lights were off, so she stumbled a bit before she found her pom-poms lying on the floor. She picked them up and headed out the door. Dmaster looked around, and followed her. Before Dmaster could leave the room, the door suddenly shut. PMJ screamed and turned around to find another door slowly opening.
"Help! Help!" Dmaster screeched. Dmaster heard a voice from somewhere.
"Where's your pom-poms?" the voice asked.
"I don't know!" Dmaster answered as she began to break down and cry.
"It's all right," the voice called out again. "You'll be fine under my care." Dmaster felt sleepy and could not move. She closed her eyes and felt the tears falling down her face as she went to sleep.
Outside the room, PMJ noticed a figure at the end of the hallway. She saw a white glove on the figure, and she realized it must be the murderer. It walked towards her, and she ran with all of her might. The figure caught up to her and dragged her away, into the cellar, where she was thrown into a room and chained to the wall.
"MMMMM! MMMMM!" PMJ mumbled as the murderer wrapped her in chains. Somebody across the room heard her mumbling.
"Hello?" a voice called out. The murderer ran over to the person and cracked them across the face. They tried to reach their face to comfort the pain that was swelling up, but all the person felt were tears strolling down their eyes. The murderer finished chaining PMJ, and left the room in a hurry. The person spoke up again.
"They tried silencing me, but it wouldn't work," the person whispered to themselves. PMJ bit the chains and pushed them away from her mouth so she could speak.
"Hello?" PMJ called out. She tried looking around, but it was pitch dark.
"Hi there," the voice called out. "This is Snivylover."
"Oh, I remember you!" PMJ recognized Snivylover. "You're the girl that was dating that kid, uh, what was his name?"
"His name was P0KEVORTEX, but I think I'm done with him," Snivylover responded. "He just wasn't my type."
"How so?" PMJ asked curiously.
"He never listened to what I wanted to say," Snivylover explained as she trailed off a bit. "The only thing he wanted to listen to were his big muscles."
"It's amazing what we look for in a guy," PMJ joked, and Snivylover laughed.
"You got that right," Snivylover agreed, and she smelled something down the hallway. The door was open, and all she smelled was turkey and squash. She didn't even twitch at the smell, she just took it in. "Do you smell that?" Snivylover asked PMJ.
"Smell what?" PMJ asked.
"There's a certain smell down the hallway that's coming in here," Snivylover told PMJ. "I think it's turkey and squash." PMJ whiffed the smell as it came by her.
"Oh! I do smell turkey!" PMJ exclaimed. "Now I'm hungry."
"Aren't we all?" Snivylover asked jokingly, and they both laughed.
~
Bippa walked around the room, trying to find something to help Shadow Arceus get out of the basement. He walked into the foyer and looked around for something to give Shadow Arceus to reach. While this was going on, Dragonexpert woke up in the half-room and carefully opened the room to the foyer. Bippa gasped as the door opened and DE's face popped out.
"Who are you?" Bippa asked, and DE jumped back, but he retained himself.
"I'm Dragonexpert, and I own- I mean, I used to own this mansion," Dragonexpert responded.
"Oh, well, I'm Bippa," Bippa introduced himself. "Could you help me?" PDC, Chariblaze, and Sillykyle! popped out of the room and looked at Bippa.
"Help you with what?" Sillykyle asked as Bippa looked at him.
"My friend is stuck in the basement where the murderer is, and I can't pull him up," Bippa told Dragonexpert.
"Well, I suppose we can help, now can't we, boys?" Dragonexpert asked the boys.
"Well..." PDC started.
"Sure, we can help," Chariblaze agreed to help Bippa.
"Oh, thank you so much!" Bippa exclaimed with joy. Bippa ran over to the hole and saw Shadow Arceus.
"Did you get help?" Shadow Arceus called up quietly.
"Yes, and I think you'll be quite pleased!" Bippa whispered back. Dragonexpert and the boys looked down at Shadow Arceus.
"Do you need help, son?" Dragonexpert asked Shadow Arceus.
"Yes, it would appear so," Shadow Arceus replied. "Why did you just call me 'son'?"
"I call everybody that," Dragonexpert told Shadow Arceus. "It makes them feel like we are connected somehow." Shadow Arceus smiled as Dragonexpert got on his knees. "Now, come on, boys! Let's pull this fella up out of his misery!"
"Hey!" Shadow Arceus retorted.
"You know I was just teasing," Dragonexpert responded jokingly. Dragonexpert didn't even need the boys' help, as he was able to pull Shadow Arceus up without any support at all. Shadow Arceus brushed the dirt off of his shirt.
"I'm glad I'm out of that prison," Shadow Arceus stammered.
"I was down there too, and it wasn't that bad," Bippa replied, and Shadow Arceus rolled his eyes as he grinned. Sillykyle smelled something down the hallway, and walked out of the room.
"Way to give us a reminder," PDC sarcastically remarked as he followed Sillykyle. The rest of the group followed until they got as close as they could to the smell. The door on the inside was locked. Inside the room, Safariblade and CMP were preparing a Thanksgiving dinner to celebrate. Safariblade slowly opened the door and grabbed his chest as he saw Bippa.
"Daddy!" Bippa exclaimed as he jumped into Safariblade's arms. CMP appeared by the door.
"Well, hello everyone!" CMP greeted everyone as they walked into the delicious-smelling room. CMP looked at Dragonexpert. "It's nice to see you again, Dragonexpert," CMP greeted DE as they shook hands.
"It's been quite a while since I've seen you, CMP," Dragonexpert replied.
"Wait, you know eachother?" Chariblaze asked in confusion.
"Of course!" Dragonexpert responded. "CMP used to be the cook for this mansion, and every time I sat down for a meal, he would make the best food you could ever dream about!" Dragonexpert turned to CMP. "Why didn't you flee the mansion when that wretched person kicked me out?"
"I was afraid I would be taken, too, so I locked the door, and I've been living here ever since," CMP responded. Safariblade and Bippa were rejoicing that they could finally see each other again. The boys awkwardly stood in the room, looking at all of the food. CMP turned to them. "Well, don't just stand there, dig in!" CMP allowed the boys to stuff their faces. The boys grabbed a plate and pushed and shoved to get the best food. Sillykyle lunged for a piece of chicken, but PDC stopped him.
"No, that's my piece of turkey! I called it!" PDC argued with Sillykyle.
"Too bad, now it's mine," Sillykyle replied gloriously as he put the turkey with gravy on his plate. PDC chased Sillykyle around the room with their plates close to being full until Chariblaze stopped them.
"Yeah, well I got mashed potatoes," Chariblaze savored. The boys took their spoons and dug into his mashed potatoes. Chariblaze fumed and chased them both.
"Ah, Thanksgiving," Safariblade chastised. "What could life be without it?"
"Probably a bunch of people being regular-sized instead of being fat," CMP joked, and even the boys laughed at this.
~
Omahanime walked through the hallways. He felt like a jerk, making Safariblade storm out of the room. He didn't mean to, and all he was doing was being a little sarcastic. "He must be a really sensitive person," Omahanime thought to himself. Or maybe, Omahanime thought, maybe he was being too harsh. Besides, he probably did care about Bippa no matter how annoying Bippa was. Maybe that was what having a child was like. With all the responsibility, maybe there is some benefit.
"I have to find him and apologize," Omahanime thought. He walked into the foyer and down the staircase. He heard voices down the hallway, but wasn't sure if that was where Safariblade was. He walked through the hallway, and the voices got louder. Omahanime knocked on the door, and Dragonexpert opened the door.
"Hello, who are you?" Dragonexpert asked.
"I'm Omahanime," Omahanime responded. "I need to see Safariblade."
"All right then," Dragonexpert replied. "Safariblade, there's someone here for you." Safariblade walked to the door and met a glance with Omahanime. Omahanime could not speak.
"Funny seeing you here," Safariblade commented.
~
"Maybe there's some sort of key in this room," Zyflair thought to himself. "Maybe one of these chests will give me a clue?" Zyflair opened the first chest, but to his disappointment, there was nothing there. He opened the next chest, and to his surprise, the lights shut off.
"Well, that's just great," Zyflair thought to himself as he continued searching. Zyflair banged his knee on the table as he continued to walk, and he ached with pain. He looked around and stumbled upon yet another chest. He reached around and felt what seemed to be a small key. He looked around in the darkness for the unopened chest. He tried the key on the chest, but what happened surprised him greatly. When the key worked, a hand with a white glove reached out and grabbed for Zyflair. Zyflair could not even scream as the hand took him into what seemed like an endless chest. A note was left behind, and it read: NICE TRY.
~
"I wanted to say I'm sorry," Omahanime explained to Safariblade. "I wasn't trying to hurt you. I just thought that after everything had happened, it just seemed that you didn't care about your son. I didn't mean any harm, and I thought that it was possible for you to forgive me." Safariblade smiled.
"Well, it is Thanksgiving, so I forgive you," Safariblade answered. Omahanime smiled as well. "Come in and celebrate." Omahanime walked in and was greeted by a mass of people as everyone grabbed food, sat down, and enjoyed the holiday.
"Do you guys know that Thanksgiving was originated when-" Chariblaze started.
"Just be quiet and eat your food," PDC answered. Chariblaze shrugged and ate his mashed potatoes.
~
I hope everyone enjoyed this "short" Thanksgiving special! Lots of events occured in this chapter, and I hope it intrigued many of you. Please comment on how I did, and maybe predict for the future! Enjoy the chapter, and sorry for the late chapter! XP
Haven't posted a chapter in a while, so here I go!
The Tale of Pokebeach - Murder All Over - Chapter 12 (Thanksgiving special :O)
"I forgot my pom-poms!" PMJ gasped as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "I can't forget my pom-poms!"
"Do you really need your pom-poms?" Dmaster asked nonchalantly.
"Of course I need my pom-poms! It makes guys notice me!" PMJ answered while giggling. She ran inside, and Dmaster followed. PMJ walked up the staircase and past the foyer, and straight into the nursery room. The lights were off, so she stumbled a bit before she found her pom-poms lying on the floor. She picked them up and headed out the door. Dmaster looked around, and followed her. Before Dmaster could leave the room, the door suddenly shut. PMJ screamed and turned around to find another door slowly opening.
"Help! Help!" Dmaster screeched. Dmaster heard a voice from somewhere.
"Where's your pom-poms?" the voice asked.
"I don't know!" Dmaster answered as she began to break down and cry.
"It's all right," the voice called out again. "You'll be fine under my care." Dmaster felt sleepy and could not move. She closed her eyes and felt the tears falling down her face as she went to sleep.
Outside the room, PMJ noticed a figure at the end of the hallway. She saw a white glove on the figure, and she realized it must be the murderer. It walked towards her, and she ran with all of her might. The figure caught up to her and dragged her away, into the cellar, where she was thrown into a room and chained to the wall.
"MMMMM! MMMMM!" PMJ mumbled as the murderer wrapped her in chains. Somebody across the room heard her mumbling.
"Hello?" a voice called out. The murderer ran over to the person and cracked them across the face. They tried to reach their face to comfort the pain that was swelling up, but all the person felt were tears strolling down their eyes. The murderer finished chaining PMJ, and left the room in a hurry. The person spoke up again.
"They tried silencing me, but it wouldn't work," the person whispered to themselves. PMJ bit the chains and pushed them away from her mouth so she could speak.
"Hello?" PMJ called out. She tried looking around, but it was pitch dark.
"Hi there," the voice called out. "This is Snivylover."
"Oh, I remember you!" PMJ recognized Snivylover. "You're the girl that was dating that kid, uh, what was his name?"
"His name was P0KEVORTEX, but I think I'm done with him," Snivylover responded. "He just wasn't my type."
"How so?" PMJ asked curiously.
"He never listened to what I wanted to say," Snivylover explained as she trailed off a bit. "The only thing he wanted to listen to were his big muscles."
"It's amazing what we look for in a guy," PMJ joked, and Snivylover laughed.
"You got that right," Snivylover agreed, and she smelled something down the hallway. The door was open, and all she smelled was turkey and squash. She didn't even twitch at the smell, she just took it in. "Do you smell that?" Snivylover asked PMJ.
"Smell what?" PMJ asked.
"There's a certain smell down the hallway that's coming in here," Snivylover told PMJ. "I think it's turkey and squash." PMJ whiffed the smell as it came by her.
"Oh! I do smell turkey!" PMJ exclaimed. "Now I'm hungry."
"Aren't we all?" Snivylover asked jokingly, and they both laughed.
~
Bippa walked around the room, trying to find something to help Shadow Arceus get out of the basement. He walked into the foyer and looked around for something to give Shadow Arceus to reach. While this was going on, Dragonexpert woke up in the half-room and carefully opened the room to the foyer. Bippa gasped as the door opened and DE's face popped out.
"Who are you?" Bippa asked, and DE jumped back, but he retained himself.
"I'm Dragonexpert, and I own- I mean, I used to own this mansion," Dragonexpert responded.
"Oh, well, I'm Bippa," Bippa introduced himself. "Could you help me?" PDC, Chariblaze, and Sillykyle! popped out of the room and looked at Bippa.
"Help you with what?" Sillykyle asked as Bippa looked at him.
"My friend is stuck in the basement where the murderer is, and I can't pull him up," Bippa told Dragonexpert.
"Well, I suppose we can help, now can't we, boys?" Dragonexpert asked the boys.
"Well..." PDC started.
"Sure, we can help," Chariblaze agreed to help Bippa.
"Oh, thank you so much!" Bippa exclaimed with joy. Bippa ran over to the hole and saw Shadow Arceus.
"Did you get help?" Shadow Arceus called up quietly.
"Yes, and I think you'll be quite pleased!" Bippa whispered back. Dragonexpert and the boys looked down at Shadow Arceus.
"Do you need help, son?" Dragonexpert asked Shadow Arceus.
"Yes, it would appear so," Shadow Arceus replied. "Why did you just call me 'son'?"
"I call everybody that," Dragonexpert told Shadow Arceus. "It makes them feel like we are connected somehow." Shadow Arceus smiled as Dragonexpert got on his knees. "Now, come on, boys! Let's pull this fella up out of his misery!"
"Hey!" Shadow Arceus retorted.
"You know I was just teasing," Dragonexpert responded jokingly. Dragonexpert didn't even need the boys' help, as he was able to pull Shadow Arceus up without any support at all. Shadow Arceus brushed the dirt off of his shirt.
"I'm glad I'm out of that prison," Shadow Arceus stammered.
"I was down there too, and it wasn't that bad," Bippa replied, and Shadow Arceus rolled his eyes as he grinned. Sillykyle smelled something down the hallway, and walked out of the room.
"Way to give us a reminder," PDC sarcastically remarked as he followed Sillykyle. The rest of the group followed until they got as close as they could to the smell. The door on the inside was locked. Inside the room, Safariblade and CMP were preparing a Thanksgiving dinner to celebrate. Safariblade slowly opened the door and grabbed his chest as he saw Bippa.
"Daddy!" Bippa exclaimed as he jumped into Safariblade's arms. CMP appeared by the door.
"Well, hello everyone!" CMP greeted everyone as they walked into the delicious-smelling room. CMP looked at Dragonexpert. "It's nice to see you again, Dragonexpert," CMP greeted DE as they shook hands.
"It's been quite a while since I've seen you, CMP," Dragonexpert replied.
"Wait, you know eachother?" Chariblaze asked in confusion.
"Of course!" Dragonexpert responded. "CMP used to be the cook for this mansion, and every time I sat down for a meal, he would make the best food you could ever dream about!" Dragonexpert turned to CMP. "Why didn't you flee the mansion when that wretched person kicked me out?"
"I was afraid I would be taken, too, so I locked the door, and I've been living here ever since," CMP responded. Safariblade and Bippa were rejoicing that they could finally see each other again. The boys awkwardly stood in the room, looking at all of the food. CMP turned to them. "Well, don't just stand there, dig in!" CMP allowed the boys to stuff their faces. The boys grabbed a plate and pushed and shoved to get the best food. Sillykyle lunged for a piece of chicken, but PDC stopped him.
"No, that's my piece of turkey! I called it!" PDC argued with Sillykyle.
"Too bad, now it's mine," Sillykyle replied gloriously as he put the turkey with gravy on his plate. PDC chased Sillykyle around the room with their plates close to being full until Chariblaze stopped them.
"Yeah, well I got mashed potatoes," Chariblaze savored. The boys took their spoons and dug into his mashed potatoes. Chariblaze fumed and chased them both.
"Ah, Thanksgiving," Safariblade chastised. "What could life be without it?"
"Probably a bunch of people being regular-sized instead of being fat," CMP joked, and even the boys laughed at this.
~
Omahanime walked through the hallways. He felt like a jerk, making Safariblade storm out of the room. He didn't mean to, and all he was doing was being a little sarcastic. "He must be a really sensitive person," Omahanime thought to himself. Or maybe, Omahanime thought, maybe he was being too harsh. Besides, he probably did care about Bippa no matter how annoying Bippa was. Maybe that was what having a child was like. With all the responsibility, maybe there is some benefit.
"I have to find him and apologize," Omahanime thought. He walked into the foyer and down the staircase. He heard voices down the hallway, but wasn't sure if that was where Safariblade was. He walked through the hallway, and the voices got louder. Omahanime knocked on the door, and Dragonexpert opened the door.
"Hello, who are you?" Dragonexpert asked.
"I'm Omahanime," Omahanime responded. "I need to see Safariblade."
"All right then," Dragonexpert replied. "Safariblade, there's someone here for you." Safariblade walked to the door and met a glance with Omahanime. Omahanime could not speak.
"Funny seeing you here," Safariblade commented.
~
"Maybe there's some sort of key in this room," Zyflair thought to himself. "Maybe one of these chests will give me a clue?" Zyflair opened the first chest, but to his disappointment, there was nothing there. He opened the next chest, and to his surprise, the lights shut off.
"Well, that's just great," Zyflair thought to himself as he continued searching. Zyflair banged his knee on the table as he continued to walk, and he ached with pain. He looked around and stumbled upon yet another chest. He reached around and felt what seemed to be a small key. He looked around in the darkness for the unopened chest. He tried the key on the chest, but what happened surprised him greatly. When the key worked, a hand with a white glove reached out and grabbed for Zyflair. Zyflair could not even scream as the hand took him into what seemed like an endless chest. A note was left behind, and it read: NICE TRY.
~
"I wanted to say I'm sorry," Omahanime explained to Safariblade. "I wasn't trying to hurt you. I just thought that after everything had happened, it just seemed that you didn't care about your son. I didn't mean any harm, and I thought that it was possible for you to forgive me." Safariblade smiled.
"Well, it is Thanksgiving, so I forgive you," Safariblade answered. Omahanime smiled as well. "Come in and celebrate." Omahanime walked in and was greeted by a mass of people as everyone grabbed food, sat down, and enjoyed the holiday.
"Do you guys know that Thanksgiving was originated when-" Chariblaze started.
"Just be quiet and eat your food," PDC answered. Chariblaze shrugged and ate his mashed potatoes.
~
I hope everyone enjoyed this "short" Thanksgiving special! Lots of events occured in this chapter, and I hope it intrigued many of you. Please comment on how I did, and maybe predict for the future! Enjoy the chapter, and sorry for the late chapter! XP
Another decent installation as usual, Yoshi. Honestly, I do have a few issues with how short some of the sections are, lasting only a few hundred words in each chapter. Is it possible for you to only focus on two or three sections for each installation? That way, each chapter will look much more focused.
Happy Writing,
~Zyflair
Happy Writing,
~Zyflair
You know, I've been thinking of changing it to that style. I don't want to irritate some people because my installations are too short, and I'll work on it.
Man, this is really unpopular. The comments = not coming anymore. If anyone wants me to improve, please leave comments! ;D
Man, this is really unpopular. The comments = not coming anymore. If anyone wants me to improve, please leave comments! ;D
Didnt even notice it was up.
If you want feedback, send me a profile comment every time one is put up. kthnxbai
If you want feedback, send me a profile comment every time one is put up. kthnxbai
Man, you're only complaining with 94 replies on your thread. That was a ton more than half of my fanfics combined (and my record was only at 101 replies when I stopped at Chapter Nine due to realizing how bad the story was getting).The Yoshi said:
@Lucky Fire: Quality > Quantity, but thanks anyways.
@Zyflair: Yeah, I really shouldn't be complaining. I should be grateful I have so much support >.<.
@Vortex: yus I still have someone who appreciates my work
@Spongebob: Like I said to LF, Quality > Quantity, but thanks.
@CMP: Yeah, I decided to scrap the ideas for the other characters and make you the last one. I'm going to be focusing more on two to three people in a chapter, rather than five to six with short pieces to each of them.
So I haven't had time to put up another chapter, but now I have the chance, so enjoy!
The Tale of Pokebeach - Murder All Over - Chapter 13
Safariblade sat at the end of the Thanksgiving table, twiddling his thumbs. He pulled what appeared to be a book out of his pocket, and skimmed through the pages.
"I'll never forget this book," Safariblade told himself. "I'll take it everywhere I go." He began to read over the pages.
Those days I remember twenty years ago had to be the best years I've experienced in my life. Well, for the most part. I had my sweet wife, Bellomence, and my cherished son, Bippa. I wish I could go back in time and chastise with my younger self, yet there is no possibility of that happening before I leave this Earth. I wish I could see my wife one more time, before I leave this content place forever.
I remember the day we met each other. I entered my office on my first day, and there she was, smiling at me with those adorable, green eyes. I smiled back and went to my seat. There was a window that separated the offices from each other, and as I turned around, my heart skipped a beat as she was staring at me, smiling again. At first I thought it was a little creepy, but then I realized that she might have had a small crush on me. I turned back around and continued to work, until she finally came to my office and talked to me.
"What are you doing on this fine day?" Bellomence would always ask. I would answer in a happy tone that I was simply doing my job, and she would acknowledge this and walk away. For the next few weeks, everything was that way, her checking up on my work and me answering contently, until one day, she came up to me and asked if I wanted to join her on her lunch break. I didn't know how to respond. Did she like me, or was she just being kind? As the nice gentleman I had shaped myself up to be, I gladly accepted the invitation, and we journeyed to a hamburger place downtown. While we sat down and ate, she talked on and on, and I listened. I guess that's how most men feel when women decide it's their turn to speak. Besides that, I had an enjoyable time, and she invited me to join her again that month. I gladly took her offer and we ended up going with each other 3 times every week. I guess you could call us a couple, but it wasn't until I asked her out on a dinner date that we were actually dating.
I remember that disaster of a night. The waiter spilled the food on me and the check was wrong, but the food was free, so it wasn't as big of a disaster as I thought it was. We kept going out once a month to the same restaurant, until one night I decided to go out and buy a ring. I think she might have been expecting it when I accidentally left the ring and its case on top of my desk at the office, but it seemed she was pretty surprised when I proposed to her. She was crying, and she screamed "YES!" so loudly that I think the neighbors heard us. We planned the wedding that summer, and let me tell you, it had to be the most stressful time of my life. Bellomence was stressed out too, and she was very moody. I couldn't even talk to her without her screaming back in my face.
When our wedding day came, everyone was there. The people from the office, my family, her family, and close friends. We sincerely told each other we wanted to be with each other forever, and did what you call "kissing the bride."
After that, we decided we wanted to have a family. And after nine and a half months, I walked into the hospital door and saw a baby lying in Bellomence's hands. Bellomence was exhausted, but we had enough energy to give our baby boy a name. I looked on the label in front of the hospital bed, and it said "Bippa and Co." We instantly decided Bippa was the perfect name for him, and I cherished him from the day he was born.
We spent the baby years we had with Bippa in pleasure. I can remember the one time on Christmas where Bippa would not let go of one of the ornaments. I had to pry it out of his hand, down to the last finger. He loved that snowman ornament. Every Christmas he would put the ornament on the tree, right next to the star, and the next morning, he would rush down and rip open his presents. Bellomence and I would exchange our gifts to each other, and we would have an excellent Christmas breakfast. Thanksgiving is a long story, but all I'll say is that we have a lot of food. I usually sleep in until 3:00 P.M. on the day after Thanksgiving. Bellomence always urges me to wake up, but I never listen. The rest of the years were pretty normal except for those special occasions, but I enjoyed them while they lasted.
In a few years, an unexpected turn of events would change our family forever. While driving to church, we turned the corner. To our shocked reaction, a driver turned suddenly and hit the car full force. We were all instantly rushed to the hospital. I was being treated for head injuries, but luckily, Bippa was completely safe. He stayed in my room because unfortunately, Bellomence was in critical condition. The nurses would not let Bippa see his mother, and as the doctor told me I was going to be okay, I instantly asked the doctor about my wife. In a sad tone, he told me that Bellomence was most likely not going to make it.
And in that moment, my brain began to process all of the memories we shared together. Could those memories turn into a dream? I demanded to see her. They let me in for a few minutes, and Bellomence did not look good. I talked to her in a quiet voice.
"How are you doing, sweetie?" I asked in a gentle voice, though I knew when I asked the question, I would get a bad response.
"Well, it appears I'm not as well as I thought," Bellomence replied in a meek voice.
"But someday I know we'll be together," I replied. "Somewhere, somehow, we'll be together." I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Bellomence smiled.
"Some day, my husband," Bellomence agreed. "Some day...." she trailed off, and she seemed to sink in her pillow a little as she died. The monitor stopped, and my sadness suddenly turned into anger towards the driver. How could he do such a thing? My wife is now gone forever. Never to be seen ever again. I cried and cried, and Bippa cried too. I couldn't bear to see my little angel cry like that. I thought about what I said to her. Did I even know what I meant? Would I ever see her again?
Despite that, I believe I will see her again, in some shape or form. When I go to sleep at night, I think of her, and when I go to work, she's all I can ever think about, in that empty seat. I can picture that first day of work over and over again. It's quite saddening, actually. All I know is that some day, I know that my dream of meeting her will come true.
Safariblade stopped reading and looked around the table. He smiled as he thought of how grateful he was to have the people around him celebrating the dinner. He looked at Bippa, who gave him a faint smile from eating so much food. Safariblade broke into excessive laughter, and the rest of the people sitting at the table looked confused. They eventually laughed along with him, not knowing why they were laughing, but enjoying it to their full extent.
~
Snivylover struggled with her chains. "I can't smell the turkey anymore," she announced sadly.
"Neither can I," PMJ replied. "And I thought I was acting crazy."
"You're a girl," Snivylover responded. "Girls are always acting crazy." They laughed at this. "I think my chains are loosening. If I can pull my hand out, I can take myself out of here and help you too."
"That would be helpful," PMJ sighed in relief. "I'm getting hungry from the turkey smell going away." Snivylover toyed around with her chains, and wiggled until she could pull her hand out.
"I got it!" Snivylover cried out, and PMJ cheered.
"You deserve a mega cheer," PMJ exclaimed. "Gimme a-"
"That's fine, I don't need a cheer," Snivylover motioned.
"Gimme a S!" PMJ yelled. "Gimme a-"
"Really, I'm okay," Snivylover responded again.
"Gimme a N-I-V-Y!" PMJ screamed.
"Um-" Snivylover started.
"Gimme a L-O-" PMJ began. Snivylover turned red.
"Please, I would appreciate it if-" Snivylover politely replied.
"Gimme a V!" PMJ screeched.
"I DON'T NEED YOUR CHEERLEADING, YOU PREPPY-" Snivylover yelled in rage, but she could not finish her sentence. PMJ was crying, and Snivylover immediately felt bad. "I didn't mean that, I was just angry."
"Just unchain me," PMJ replied in tears. Sniylover unchained he and PMJ ran out the door, sobbing. Snivylover followed her as PMJ ran in random directions.
"I didn't mean it! I was just getting a little irritated!" Snviylover called out.
"Now you're calling me irritating? Why do you have to be so mean?" PMJ asked angrily.
"I didn't call you irritating. I just-" Snivylover began, but PMJ ran too fast for her to catch up. Snivylover sat down and cried to herself. "My only source of assistance, gone," she said to herself. "I don't even know why I said that. I was just acting stupid." Snivylover got up and walked down the hallway.
Before PMJ could get any farther, the lights in the hallway went out. PMJ walked faster as she heard a voice from far away. "eeeeelllppppp," the voice called out. PMJ turned around. White smoke was following her as she continued to run.
"Stay away from me!" PMJ screamed in terror. "I'm warning you, I have pom-poms!"
"Pleeeaaaaas," the voice called out again.
"I don't know what you're saying!" PMJ yelled as she sprinted down the hallway. The white smoke caught up to her.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" PMJ screeched as she fell into the smoke.
~
It's getting really annoying how I can't pump out longer chapters, but I tried to take Zyflair's advice and limit the amount of characters I am focusing on. Hopefully I used her advice well, and hope all of you enjoyed this chapter! I promise a Christmas special for the next chapter, as late as it shall be!
@Zyflair: Yeah, I really shouldn't be complaining. I should be grateful I have so much support >.<.
@Vortex: yus I still have someone who appreciates my work
@Spongebob: Like I said to LF, Quality > Quantity, but thanks.
@CMP: Yeah, I decided to scrap the ideas for the other characters and make you the last one. I'm going to be focusing more on two to three people in a chapter, rather than five to six with short pieces to each of them.
So I haven't had time to put up another chapter, but now I have the chance, so enjoy!
The Tale of Pokebeach - Murder All Over - Chapter 13
Safariblade sat at the end of the Thanksgiving table, twiddling his thumbs. He pulled what appeared to be a book out of his pocket, and skimmed through the pages.
"I'll never forget this book," Safariblade told himself. "I'll take it everywhere I go." He began to read over the pages.
Those days I remember twenty years ago had to be the best years I've experienced in my life. Well, for the most part. I had my sweet wife, Bellomence, and my cherished son, Bippa. I wish I could go back in time and chastise with my younger self, yet there is no possibility of that happening before I leave this Earth. I wish I could see my wife one more time, before I leave this content place forever.
I remember the day we met each other. I entered my office on my first day, and there she was, smiling at me with those adorable, green eyes. I smiled back and went to my seat. There was a window that separated the offices from each other, and as I turned around, my heart skipped a beat as she was staring at me, smiling again. At first I thought it was a little creepy, but then I realized that she might have had a small crush on me. I turned back around and continued to work, until she finally came to my office and talked to me.
"What are you doing on this fine day?" Bellomence would always ask. I would answer in a happy tone that I was simply doing my job, and she would acknowledge this and walk away. For the next few weeks, everything was that way, her checking up on my work and me answering contently, until one day, she came up to me and asked if I wanted to join her on her lunch break. I didn't know how to respond. Did she like me, or was she just being kind? As the nice gentleman I had shaped myself up to be, I gladly accepted the invitation, and we journeyed to a hamburger place downtown. While we sat down and ate, she talked on and on, and I listened. I guess that's how most men feel when women decide it's their turn to speak. Besides that, I had an enjoyable time, and she invited me to join her again that month. I gladly took her offer and we ended up going with each other 3 times every week. I guess you could call us a couple, but it wasn't until I asked her out on a dinner date that we were actually dating.
I remember that disaster of a night. The waiter spilled the food on me and the check was wrong, but the food was free, so it wasn't as big of a disaster as I thought it was. We kept going out once a month to the same restaurant, until one night I decided to go out and buy a ring. I think she might have been expecting it when I accidentally left the ring and its case on top of my desk at the office, but it seemed she was pretty surprised when I proposed to her. She was crying, and she screamed "YES!" so loudly that I think the neighbors heard us. We planned the wedding that summer, and let me tell you, it had to be the most stressful time of my life. Bellomence was stressed out too, and she was very moody. I couldn't even talk to her without her screaming back in my face.
When our wedding day came, everyone was there. The people from the office, my family, her family, and close friends. We sincerely told each other we wanted to be with each other forever, and did what you call "kissing the bride."
After that, we decided we wanted to have a family. And after nine and a half months, I walked into the hospital door and saw a baby lying in Bellomence's hands. Bellomence was exhausted, but we had enough energy to give our baby boy a name. I looked on the label in front of the hospital bed, and it said "Bippa and Co." We instantly decided Bippa was the perfect name for him, and I cherished him from the day he was born.
We spent the baby years we had with Bippa in pleasure. I can remember the one time on Christmas where Bippa would not let go of one of the ornaments. I had to pry it out of his hand, down to the last finger. He loved that snowman ornament. Every Christmas he would put the ornament on the tree, right next to the star, and the next morning, he would rush down and rip open his presents. Bellomence and I would exchange our gifts to each other, and we would have an excellent Christmas breakfast. Thanksgiving is a long story, but all I'll say is that we have a lot of food. I usually sleep in until 3:00 P.M. on the day after Thanksgiving. Bellomence always urges me to wake up, but I never listen. The rest of the years were pretty normal except for those special occasions, but I enjoyed them while they lasted.
In a few years, an unexpected turn of events would change our family forever. While driving to church, we turned the corner. To our shocked reaction, a driver turned suddenly and hit the car full force. We were all instantly rushed to the hospital. I was being treated for head injuries, but luckily, Bippa was completely safe. He stayed in my room because unfortunately, Bellomence was in critical condition. The nurses would not let Bippa see his mother, and as the doctor told me I was going to be okay, I instantly asked the doctor about my wife. In a sad tone, he told me that Bellomence was most likely not going to make it.
And in that moment, my brain began to process all of the memories we shared together. Could those memories turn into a dream? I demanded to see her. They let me in for a few minutes, and Bellomence did not look good. I talked to her in a quiet voice.
"How are you doing, sweetie?" I asked in a gentle voice, though I knew when I asked the question, I would get a bad response.
"Well, it appears I'm not as well as I thought," Bellomence replied in a meek voice.
"But someday I know we'll be together," I replied. "Somewhere, somehow, we'll be together." I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Bellomence smiled.
"Some day, my husband," Bellomence agreed. "Some day...." she trailed off, and she seemed to sink in her pillow a little as she died. The monitor stopped, and my sadness suddenly turned into anger towards the driver. How could he do such a thing? My wife is now gone forever. Never to be seen ever again. I cried and cried, and Bippa cried too. I couldn't bear to see my little angel cry like that. I thought about what I said to her. Did I even know what I meant? Would I ever see her again?
Despite that, I believe I will see her again, in some shape or form. When I go to sleep at night, I think of her, and when I go to work, she's all I can ever think about, in that empty seat. I can picture that first day of work over and over again. It's quite saddening, actually. All I know is that some day, I know that my dream of meeting her will come true.
Safariblade stopped reading and looked around the table. He smiled as he thought of how grateful he was to have the people around him celebrating the dinner. He looked at Bippa, who gave him a faint smile from eating so much food. Safariblade broke into excessive laughter, and the rest of the people sitting at the table looked confused. They eventually laughed along with him, not knowing why they were laughing, but enjoying it to their full extent.
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Snivylover struggled with her chains. "I can't smell the turkey anymore," she announced sadly.
"Neither can I," PMJ replied. "And I thought I was acting crazy."
"You're a girl," Snivylover responded. "Girls are always acting crazy." They laughed at this. "I think my chains are loosening. If I can pull my hand out, I can take myself out of here and help you too."
"That would be helpful," PMJ sighed in relief. "I'm getting hungry from the turkey smell going away." Snivylover toyed around with her chains, and wiggled until she could pull her hand out.
"I got it!" Snivylover cried out, and PMJ cheered.
"You deserve a mega cheer," PMJ exclaimed. "Gimme a-"
"That's fine, I don't need a cheer," Snivylover motioned.
"Gimme a S!" PMJ yelled. "Gimme a-"
"Really, I'm okay," Snivylover responded again.
"Gimme a N-I-V-Y!" PMJ screamed.
"Um-" Snivylover started.
"Gimme a L-O-" PMJ began. Snivylover turned red.
"Please, I would appreciate it if-" Snivylover politely replied.
"Gimme a V!" PMJ screeched.
"I DON'T NEED YOUR CHEERLEADING, YOU PREPPY-" Snivylover yelled in rage, but she could not finish her sentence. PMJ was crying, and Snivylover immediately felt bad. "I didn't mean that, I was just angry."
"Just unchain me," PMJ replied in tears. Sniylover unchained he and PMJ ran out the door, sobbing. Snivylover followed her as PMJ ran in random directions.
"I didn't mean it! I was just getting a little irritated!" Snviylover called out.
"Now you're calling me irritating? Why do you have to be so mean?" PMJ asked angrily.
"I didn't call you irritating. I just-" Snivylover began, but PMJ ran too fast for her to catch up. Snivylover sat down and cried to herself. "My only source of assistance, gone," she said to herself. "I don't even know why I said that. I was just acting stupid." Snivylover got up and walked down the hallway.
Before PMJ could get any farther, the lights in the hallway went out. PMJ walked faster as she heard a voice from far away. "eeeeelllppppp," the voice called out. PMJ turned around. White smoke was following her as she continued to run.
"Stay away from me!" PMJ screamed in terror. "I'm warning you, I have pom-poms!"
"Pleeeaaaaas," the voice called out again.
"I don't know what you're saying!" PMJ yelled as she sprinted down the hallway. The white smoke caught up to her.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" PMJ screeched as she fell into the smoke.
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It's getting really annoying how I can't pump out longer chapters, but I tried to take Zyflair's advice and limit the amount of characters I am focusing on. Hopefully I used her advice well, and hope all of you enjoyed this chapter! I promise a Christmas special for the next chapter, as late as it shall be!
I hadn't even realized you wrote another chapter until I just now decided to randomly check you thread for new posts. You're supposed to keep me updated, bro! D: Getting more on topic...
Great chapter as always. Not sure what it was but something about this chapter had me reading non-stop until the end which is not always the case with me and stories. Maybe it was the book that safariblade was reading, so much emotion... :'[
Lol but anyway, can't wait to see what you've got planned for the next chapter.
Great chapter as always. Not sure what it was but something about this chapter had me reading non-stop until the end which is not always the case with me and stories. Maybe it was the book that safariblade was reading, so much emotion... :'[
Lol but anyway, can't wait to see what you've got planned for the next chapter.
Yeah, I expected this to be an emotional chapter for some.
And yeah, I keep forgetting to prof comment you people when a new chapter is up. Post here or post on my profile if you are interested in being notified when a new chapter is up. I know HL would appreciate it, so if I can get some others, I'd be glad to profile comment you guys when I've updated it.
Thanks for the comments!
And yeah, I keep forgetting to prof comment you people when a new chapter is up. Post here or post on my profile if you are interested in being notified when a new chapter is up. I know HL would appreciate it, so if I can get some others, I'd be glad to profile comment you guys when I've updated it.
Thanks for the comments!
Wow, you can read me like a post.
(c wut I did thar?)
I just read the chapter last night. It was pretty good, I find it great that your trying to explain some of the character's backstories. If you could make a dramatic, detailed backstory for most of the characters, I think that would add to the overall quality.