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Post by Blahsadfeguie on Mar 13, 2009 18:05:36 GMT -5
"Groan," Bob sounded out the word as he pulled himself to a standing position. He didn't feel right at all. The portal said something about muffins and cheesecake...minus the cheesecake...before he jumped into it, and now he felt deformed. Deformed as if he were made out of fluffy, furry clay, or pizza dough, that got tossed around too much and was left to sit in the grass and deteriorate. Well, Bob certainly didn't feel like deteriorating, so he tried to snap himself back to reality. Little did he know that this was not possible as of now...
As he took a step, he realized that for some reason he was on all fours. Not only that, but his limbs felt much shorter than what he was used to. His human motor cortex determined that this was not normal, so he tried to stand on his hind legs. However, some components of his brain that he could not identify with were unable to keep his balance for very long, and he toppled over backwards.
Bob shuddered, mostly because of the straightforwardness of the first two paragraphs, and rolled over onto his belly. He tried to reach around and feel himself, as a sort of reassuring hug, but could not reach his own shoulders. In addition, the part of his body that he was able to touch felt soft and furry, and rather prickly.
"Oi!" he exclaimed, sticking himself with a mini-needle. "This doesn't belong on my back! Or in my hand!" He scuttled around frantically, loathing the all-fours bit, and splashed right into the pond. Then he splashed right back out of it again, and shook himself off. Even though he could've used the pool to confirm his appearance, he made a guess anyway based on the information he already received.
"Holy shrimp!" he shouted to the world. "I have transformed into a Piplup!"
Zigzagoon, not Piplup, you fool, said Bob's reasoning before it was flattened by his insanity's rolling pin, formed into a sphere, and thrown into a basketball hoop for a 3-pointer.
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Post by Diamond on Mar 13, 2009 18:31:56 GMT -5
It was very early in the morning when Bob arrived in Dimension Number 2. The sun was just barely rising and Gateway Meadow was slowly coming to life. A few Stantler were drinking from the pond. They just ignored Bob when he appeared, used to Gateway Meadow getting guests from other dimension. But when he jumped in and out of the pond they became spooked and ran away.
Everything was completely silent when the Stantler ran away. Most of the other Pokemon were still asleep in their nests. Not even the Bird-type Pokemon were up yet. Well, except for one.
A Wingull high above Bob was flying around in circles like a vulture. "Intruder! Intruder has been spotted! I think he's another human! Why are they appearing in our dimension lately?" The Wingull asked himself. He had been watching Bob ever since he arrived in the dimension with obvious paranoid interest. 'There is only one thing to do at a time like this...KAMAKAZI!' The Wingull thought. He let himself drop from the sky like a rock, diving down head first.
His intended target had been Bob. However, the bird was way off target and instead, crashed into the pond behind Bob. The impact created a loud noise and big splash, sure to get Bob wet if nothing else.
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Post by Blahsadfeguie on Mar 13, 2009 20:43:00 GMT -5
Bob was about to run around even more in panic from sudden (false) realization when suddenly he was hit with a bombardment of water. He turned around and tried to find where it could have come from. Nah, not the pool, he thought. That would be too boring. The water had to have come from... a giant exploding watermelon!!
He looked around for the fragments of the watermelon, but the only thing he saw was a Wingull that had just crashed in the pond. "Whoa!" he said aloud. "The watermelon had a Wingull in it! MAGIC!!" He ran over to the pond and started shouting at the Wingull. "How did you DO that?! It's nearly impossible to stuff oneself in a watermelon and then explode it like a bomb and then SURVIVE!! Teach me your ways, oh mighty magician!" His face showed that he truly believed that there was an exploding watermelon and this Wingull had been in it, even though watermelons don't really have real water in them.
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Post by Blahsadfeguie on Mar 14, 2009 1:03:41 GMT -5
Bob spun around, keeping the Wingull directly in front of him and looking at him with minimal suspicion. "I have come for...Muffins!" he said simply. "You must take me to where the muffins are or else I will delete your soul!" He made himself look big and menacing, and having 2 years of experience in Pokemon training, he had gotten rather good at it.
Muffin muffin muffin, was the only thing that he could think of at the moment. Crispy chocolatey tasty juicy muffin from concentrate, he thought some more. "Say, what kind of muffins do you have? I like blueberry chocolate chip strawberry raspberry lemon lime surprise." He stopped moving for a second, then practically lunged out at Wingull and shouted "Can I have some?!?"
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Post by Diamond on Mar 14, 2009 1:14:41 GMT -5
The Wingull eyed Bob wearily while he flew around. 'The fact that I'm not making this guy dizzy is surprising...' He thought to himself. Then he stopped flying and squawked, getting a good look at the now scary looking Zigzagoon. "Muffins?" he asked, nearly choking on the question. The Zigzagoon must have bumped his head or something.
"Mine, mine, mine!" The Wingull started squawking again, though it sounded more like he had the hiccups. Darn Wingull tendencies! He hovered away from Bob a bit and shook his head. "Erm, I mean...there aren't any muffins here. If there was food here, I'd know. Why do you want muffins, anyhow?" He asked.
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Post by Blahsadfeguie on Mar 14, 2009 1:26:39 GMT -5
Bob stared at Wingull as if the last question was the most obvious one in the world. "Why...do I want...muffins?" he repeated impatiently. Yes, he could feel it; this guy's afraid of him now! He's got him on the ropes! He took a deep breath. "Muffins are tasty and fun and they make sweet treats especially when they're home-baked and fresh from the oven and made of batter and pudding sauce and pickled relish and ch-"
And he fell over. Oh, as if he could escape the effects of the dizziness. He was holding it back the whole time, and it finally caught up with him. He lay on his side, head spinning, and trying to regain himself. Piplup doesn't look very menacing when its dizzy! thought Bob. He tried to get up again, but wobbled. "In other words, if I don't get a muffin right now, there's a watermelon death pond with your name on it."
Yep, if it was even possible, the dizzy spell scrambled Bob's brain even more.
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Post by Diamond on Mar 14, 2009 1:42:47 GMT -5
"Muffins? Muffins, muffins, muffins? Oh, okay, I'll find the muffin. Hold on a minute intruder." The Wingull said. He decided that even though he had succeeded in making the weird Zigzagoon dizzy, it might be best to find a muffin. Just in case.
He landed on the ground and turned around, his back to Bob. Then he started to make this weird hacking sound...kinda like when a cat spits up a hair ball. Only instead he spit up a really small compass. Ew...well, maybe he was practicing for when he evolved into a Pelipper? Anyhow, now he was staring at the compass. "It's...uh...in this way!" The Wingull said, looking at the pond.
The odd bird flew toward the pond. He dived down and grabbed something out of the pond and then flew back toward Bob. When he was flying above Bob, he dropped the object on him and squawked "MUFFIN!" . It was not a muffin. It was a wet plant...it looked kinda like Seaweed. Apparently, the Wingull didn't really know what a muffin was.
Besides that, the compass he spat up was pointing toward the North Road, not the pond.
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Post by Blahsadfeguie on Mar 24, 2009 16:30:51 GMT -5
Bob stared at the compass that Wingull had spit out. As soon as Wingull pointed to the pond, Bob started to make a jump for it, but when Wingull went in first he stopped himself and waited patiently, grumbling.
Suddenly, something wet and floppy fell on top of him, coupled with a verbal declaration of "MUFFIN!". Somehow, Bob must have associated the seaweed with muffins when picking up both stimuli at the same time, and he thought of the barely edible object as thus. So, he devoured it promptly. This is a new kind of muffin, he thought, chewing and crunching, the sour taste not getting to him. He swallowed.
"For some reason," he explained, "that wasn't as satisfying as I thought it would be." He looked back at the compass. "Are you sure you're looking in the right direction?" He followed the needle's gaze and noticed that it was pointing towards a forest. "It's in there! The muffins are in there!" squealed Bob excitedly. "No time to lose! Gotta go to the muffins before they get snatched by the evil Pastry Fairy!" As he said this last line, he ran off to the forest as fast as his new legs would carry him, with no intention of waiting for Wingull.
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Post by Diamond on Mar 25, 2009 16:11:10 GMT -5
The Wingull seemed satisfied, even if Bob wasn't. 'Right. So thats what a muffin is. I knew it all along!' He thought as he watched Bob eat the odd water plant. 'I've had a lot of muffins before. But I never knew Zigzagoon liked them too.' He added to his thoughts.
When he saw Bob look at his compass, he remembered that he needed to put that thing away. The Wingull swooped down and landed next to the compass. "Of course, of course. I'd never read a compass wrong." he answered Bob. Then, picking the compass up with his beak, he tipped his head back and swallowed it. Because apparently thats where the Wingull keeps his compass. In his stomach.
Not that Bob cared, he was already running to the North Road. "Wait! Weirdo! Whats this about an evil Pastry Fairy?" And with that, the Wingull flew after Bob.
~You may now make a thread in the North Road!~
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' He thought, in his own messed up and confused way.