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Mush!A loud whistle penetrates the kennel, rousing you from your nap. You know what that means: it's time for you and your fellow sled dogs to do what you do best.Mush! by sonicinterface
One by one, Master hooks the six of you up to the dog sled, arranged in three sets of two; you're one of the two lead dogs, since you have such a great sense of direction. The harness feels comfortable around you, as does the weight of the tow line.
Soon you're all ready to go. Master takes his position on the sled, cracks his whip, and gives the iconic command: "MUSH!"
You and the other dogs all take off running in unison, easily overpowering the weight of the sled and the friction from the snow. You know the route; you've run it a hundred times. You ignore the scenery whipping past, except for the landmarks you use to navigate.
As you cross a snowbank, you suddenly hear a soft crunch as the dog sled gets stuck. But you're trained for this. The six of you focus your strength on th
A Tiring Day"I don't believe it. You remembered to pack a jack and lug wrench... but you forgot to include an actual spare tire?"A Tiring Day by sonicinterface
"I told you it slipped my mind!"
The old cliché: stranded in the middle of nowhere because your car had a flat tire. Such was the current plight of the two anthro lizards, Mick and Joyce. Currently the car was parked on the side of the road, the front end jacked up and a conspicuously empty axle where the front left tire used to be.
Joyce let out a frustrated sigh and turned her back on Mick, flipping her cell phone open as she did.
"No reception... so much for calling for a tow truck. I'm going to walk around a bit and see if it improves."
As the female lizard walked away, Mick glanced at the car. Joyce was right and he knew it. This was all his fault for being so absentminded. But right now, what he really wanted was a distraction. Something to take his mind off their current situation.
Like maybe a little contor
The D Virus's HalloweenDeviantART. A website filled with many forms of creativity. Images and writings. Fiction and nonfiction. The abstract and the definite. And the D virus.The D Virus's Halloween by sonicinterface
No one knew who created the D virus, or how or why. It was an enigmatic computer virus that infected the profiles and galleries of DeviantART members, seemingly at random, to... well... on most days it would attempt to wreak havoc on the galleries. But for whatever reason, on October 31st it was much more pacifistic.
Like on every other day, as the virus infected each gallery on DeviantART, the myriad worlds and settings within came to life, each character becoming real for the duration of the virus's stay. Unlike on every other day, the virus made no attempt to challenge or defeat any of them; it had a different mission in mind.
One Halloween, the virus landed on a profile page owned by an insignificant writer by the alias of *sonicinterface.
This was a profile the D virus had touched up
A Study of SuperpowiumA Study of SuperpowiumA Study of Superpowium by sonicinterface
by Professor Jacob Marvel
Head Researcher, Geostationary Laboratory for Assorted Superpower Study (G.L.A.S.S.)
Superpowium is a rare mineral not naturally found on Earth; its only known source is from meteorites, made purely of the mineral, that come from some unknown corner of space and impact the planet with varying frequency. The name comes from the primary effect of its radiation, which shall be discussed in further detail shortly.
Active superpowium radiates a vivid purple color. When touched by a living thing, the raw energy stored in the mineral is released into that living thing, granting them some form of superpowers. A given sample of superpowium, however, only has so much energy stored in it, proportional to the size of the sample; once depleted, the mineral is a dimmer purple color, and there are no consequences to touching it.
It is quite difficult to study superpowium thoroughly, as the lab has been unable to acquire any act
Molting DayThe feeling of tightness in your scales was the first sign that the day of your next skin-shedding was about to come.Molting Day by sonicinterface
Over the past few days, the sensation has intensified, spreading throughout your body as your skin felt tighter and tighter. Finally, just this morning, your scaly hide began to split.
You lock yourself in your bedroom and take off all your clothes. Examining yourself in the mirror, you find the telltale rip in your scales, the vulnerable layer of skin visible underneath.
You can just reach the spot. Catching the loose layer of skin to one side, you pull, but the skin fails to give. You fetch a skinning knife that you keep around for this exact reason, and lightly apply it, gently slicing the skin open like tape under a box cutter.
Soon the opening is large enough that you can slip it over your head. You pull the skin down as though you were taking off a costume, carefully slipping your limbs out of it.
Finally, your former layer of scales
Sketch: Tight Squeeze(character's full name) glanced over the empty backpack on the floor in front of him, assessing the dimensions of its interior and making some mental calculations. The backpack was definitely not made for the purpose he intended to use it for, but then again it probably would have defeated the purpose if it were.Sketch: Tight Squeeze by sonicinterface
Nodding in satisfaction, the (species) stuck one foot into the backpack's main compartment, then the other. Carefully he lowered himself into the backpack, having to fold his body tightly against itself in order to fit. Soon he was pulling the backpack up around himself, preparing to close it up.
No... not quite. The backpack's fabric was taut, but he could feel the top of his head sticking out. But (name) wasn't giving up. He shifted his body and curled up a little more tightly, focusing on filling up the little bits of empty space around him as efficiently as possible. Lo and behold, his head cleared the opening.
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A Small Technicality - Ch. 12Chapter 12: If You Could Feel It Right NowA Small Technicality - Ch. 12 by sonicinterface
Tidal cracked her whip at Alt, making her scream in pain and doing noticeable damage to her arm. She (Tidal) then turned her attention to Sherbie.
(T) "I'd do the same to you if you could feel it right now. Now what were you saying about intimidation?"
(T) "...don't tell me..."
Tidal turned to look at Alt again. The latter had gone werewolf once more, only this time she hadn't lost her mind at all; she was still in full control of herself. And she was looking at Tidal with destructive intentions in mind. Amazingly, Alt's swimsuit was unharmed by the transformation.
Tidal was fearless. "Cute. I've always wanted to tame a wild animal."
PRIORITY DIRECTIVE TO 5 BATTLE DROIDS. PRIMARY DIRECTIVE TO 5 BATTLE DROIDS. 5 ONLY. PROCEED TO THE HARBOR AND ENGAGE THE SALAMANDER. CAPTURE BUT IF THE OPPORTUN
Sonic Releashed: Chapter 13CAUTION: This story contains spoilers for the multiplatform game Sonic Unleashed. Viewer discretion is advised.Sonic Releashed: Chapter 13 by sonicinterface
Chapter 13: Just Like Old Times
"*phew* There, all finished."
I put down my screwdriver and handed the GPS tracker back to Sonic. Snake and I had just finished upgrading it with a special tachyon engine so I'd still receive the signal even when the two of them were in Snake's era. I also gave them a spare GPS receiver and told them to give it to Pride and Everest the next time they saw them.
The three of us were back in Pickle's lab in Spagonia. I'd gotten there just as Sonic had finished telling Snake the story about his fight with Dark Gaia the other day. Professor Pickle was busy with another cucumber sandwich, while his assistant sorted through some binders on a shelf.
I turned around just in time to spot Amy approaching us. She hastily pulled Snake aside, but made no efforts to lowe
A Small Technicality - Ch. 11Chapter 11: If It Gets Submerged In WaterA Small Technicality - Ch. 11 by sonicinterface
Remember Tesla? Sherbie trilled cheerfully, pulling himself to his feet.
He glanced at his original self, allowing his systems to stabilize. "Gimme a sec..."
... ... ...SYSTEMS ADJUSTED. NO MALFUNCTION OCCURRING. ION CANNON - REQUIRE REPAIRS.
"Hey, Franklin," Sherbie said, "Eh, whilst I'm out and about, can someone repair my cannon? It's okay with rain and stuff, but if it gets submerged in water, it dies. You need to-" he pointed it out, at the top of the fin, where a small hidden sensor was. "-pinch that bit there and it extends. Pinch it again to retract it. It's automatic."
"You didn't even need to tell us. We've already got that on the list."
Franklin smiled again. He attempted to shake hands with Sherbie, which led to a rather awkward moment when their hands passed right through each other.
Agent Topaz - Chapter 9Chapter 9: Sink Or SwimAgent Topaz - Chapter 9 by sonicinterface
Atop the Master Emerald's shrine...
Angel Island is a floating haven, a place far away from the rest of the world up in the sky. It passed by the Red Mountain range near Station Square every so often, and during that time Sonic or Rouge might stop on by to try and annoy me or steal the Master Emerald (NOT gonna happen by the way), but this was a period the island was away from the mountain range and actually very near the coast. I don't ever get visitors then, but I don't mind. It's a chance for me to relax from someone trying to steal the M.E and for me to train my skills. So you can imagine my surprise when Tails suddenly just appeared in front of me through a hole in the air.
I stood up quickly, moving in front of the Master Emerald. "Ok, hold it right-! Oh, Tails, it's you?" I lowered my ready fists and folded my arms as he ran up to me. "Why, and how, are you up here?"
Back in Central City...
I managed to stumble to m
A Small Technicality - Ch. 10Chapter 10: Whenever You Haven't Got An AnswerA Small Technicality - Ch. 10 by sonicinterface
...You sidestep whenever you haven't got an answer. Alt, you don't seem all too...overjoyed that I'm back.
Well, the fact that you came back severely injured and needed immediate and intense medical treatment- and I was the cause of those injuries, no less- has dampened things a bit.
Sherbie paused for a long time, to the point when he felt more probing. Alt must've thought he'd cut the connection.
He eventually deflated, slightly hurt.
Whether I'm damaged or not and who the hell did it is immaterial. I'm back, and so are you. Isn't that enough?
He added before she could answer, the hurt clear in his voice.
Do I even want to hear the answer to that?
I'm just worried, is all. I keep thinking we can't relax as long as there's the possibility that things are going to get even worse, and there still is.
A Small Technicality - Ch. 9Chapter 9: Meters Away From The Hydroelectric DamA Small Technicality - Ch. 9 by sonicinterface
A ten-year-old Alt proceeded across a bridge, her hand clasped with her mother's. As Alt's memory wasn't as sharp as Sherbie's, many details were blurred or otherwise illegible, such as the faces of passersby and most of the street signs. The mother was dressed very much like the present-day Alt, including the tiara; the daughter's clothes were considerably less impressive but still above average. Alt seemed a little nervous as she looked at the river beneath.
"Don't worry, princess. You'll be safe as long as I'm here."
A super-fast courier robot suddenly whizzed across the bridge on motorized wheels, cutting between Alt and her mother from behind and knocking them both into the air. The younger Altair was tossed onto the bridge median and was safe, but the older one went over the railing and plummeted into the water ten feet below!
A Small Technicality - Ch. 8Chapter 8: All Here For The Same ReasonA Small Technicality - Ch. 8 by sonicinterface
After a long pause, Alt stood up and turned to face Ohm. Behind him were Joule, Volt, and Franklin. Behind them were many other people, too many to count, including the girls from breakfast-time and the staff from the medical facility, all here for the same reason.
Without a word, Alt picked up the LCD display showing how much of Sherbie's mind was artificial and held it above her head for everyone to see. Tears were still flowing from her eyes.
"Mayor," Ohm muttered silently.
Sherbie's eyes sprang open, and he lifted his head, each movement fluid but mechanical.
After a second whilst he let his eyes focus, he then stood completely, unblinking, back to the same stoic demeanor he'd had before...but somehow worse. There was nothing in his eyes; just a blank unfeeling void.
He surveyed them all silently, before running a quick diagnos
A Small Technicality - Ch. 7Chapter 7: Nothing Will Ever Change ThatA Small Technicality - Ch. 7 by sonicinterface
Sherbie shrugged again, a few small blips resounding through his throat.
He turned his head, seeing a couple sitting on a bench not too far away from them. The male - a hare - reached over and took the female's - a husky - hand.
Sherbie lifted his own fin, studying his fingers intently, before warbling to Alt, and pointing them out. He made a confused whirring noise, hoping she would understand and explain it.
Sounds filtered through. The male was talking. "I'm committed to you. Nothing will ever change that." The husky smiled at the hare, and Sherbie clicked in confusion.
He replayed that small phrase, and shrugged. He didn't understand.
Alt blinked, and looked over at the couple, then back at Sherbie.
"Sherbie, what's wrong?"
Sherbie frowned, and managed to copy the word.
He then pointed then out, and then lifted his
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The Prize MachineTom knelt down to comfort her, “Hey, we can get her out. I think your being a bit over-emotional here Abbe.”The Prize Machine by Lolocator
Abbe looked at him furiously “You don’t know Lizzie! She’s just fallen into a pitch black chamber, and this thing is so big, I bet all sound from the outside will be blocked. That kind of isolation freaks both of us out, Tom, we may get her out but, if we don’t soon…an… and now I'm responsible for it..” Her voice quivered back to crying.
Shaking his head Tom stood back up, trying to think, It was obvious Abbe’s guilt was far to great to come up with a plan. Right now it seemed only he stood a chance of thinking up a quick solution to the problem. Suddenly, in good old toony fashion a lit light bulb appeared above his head.
“I have an idea Abbe, wipe away those tears, we can break her out before the isolation starts to affect her!” The blue wolfs ears pricked up, “but how?”
Character Profile: Mandara"Everyone had a role to play. A talent which shapes the tribe. Everyone except me. But then, what do you expect from the village runt?" --MandaraCharacter Profile: Mandara by lizardman22
Type of character: Sonicverse - Aganre sub-verse
Name: Mandara Curtus
Race/species: Blood python http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Python_curtus (Mobian, Aganre-style)
Weapon of choice: Kuwa http://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E3%83%95%E3%82%A1%E3%82%A4%E3%83%AB:Japanese-hoe-kuwa,katori-city,japan.JPG
Family and associates:
Youngest of four brothers. Single; Tries his hardest at avoiding the Test of the Gods
Mandara has a 'standard' Aganre body plan with one main difference. Being a blood python, Mandara is on the stocky side with a thickset chest and stomach. Despite this extra girth being muscle, and not fat, it does lend him a husky/chubby look, compounded by the fact that he is also quite short in length. His eyes are a deep
*~Shelly's Advice: How to be Positive/Optimistic* ~News/Updates/Things~ **~Shelly's Advice: How to be Positive/Optimistic by AstaAura
Hey Guys & Gals,
So this journal has been running round my mind for a good while and I was debating whether to go ahead with it or not... as you can see, I have decided to go ahead with it.
See, people/friends often wonder how I stay so positive/optimistic when I'm having a bad/shit time/going through hell/etc. Even when I have every right to rage/rant/breakdown and cry. I wanted to make this to give you advice on how I stay positive and optimistic. Now, It might work for you, it might not as everyone's different but, in some ways I hope it helps <3
Before I start, funny enough. I was trying to type this journal out yesterday but, for some reason found it hard to put into words and where to start. It depends on the situation you're dealing with to be positive. So, here's a few tips/advice that probably could apply to all situations (I could be wrong, so correct me on this if need be)
Anywho, I ho
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The Cat Burglar -Trade-The stronghold was set in the middle of a mountain range. It was guarded around the clock, and many high-tech security measures guarded the treasure within. It almost seemed like a challenge for thieves to come and try their luck.
Of course, someone took the challenge.
A black figure coasted across the night sky, directly towards the stronghold. It was none other than the elastic black cat known as Blinkie. She'd molded her arms and hands into a hang glider for the trip, and was enjoying the sensation of the air rushing over, under, and around her.
As she passed over the stronghold, Blinkie retracted her arms back to their normal shape, dropping down onto the roof. The impact briefly squashed her down to a fraction of her normal height, but she popped back without difficulty.
Alright, here I am. I just have to sneak in, steal the diamond, and get out.
Blinkie scanned the roof for potential entrances. A circular hatch ca
Land of Giants -Toon- -Req.-Sophie beamed as she reexamined the leaflet the supervisor had given her. She was sure she'd fit right in where she was going.
Out of boredom, she'd wandered over to the Universal Teleport Station and decided to pop into another world for a spell. According to the leaflet, the world she was headed for followed similar laws of physics to her own, but every single one of its residents was a giant multiple stories tall. As a wingless dragon who herself was as big of a house at full size, she didn't hesitate to sign up for transit.
"Okay, miss, the portal's active. You can go ahead and step through any..."
Sophie had already dived into the purple light.
The multicolored world on the other side of the portal was an impressive contrast from the plain white teleport chamber. Sophie had landed in the middle of a humongous town, with buildings and mostly deserted sidewalks as far as she could see. She felt very small, which for her was an incredibl
Table for Three -Req.-"Look, Lizzie, it doesn't matter how you count them. Two chairs can't sit three people."
The wolf twins Lizzie and Abbe sat on opposite ends of a table out on their back porch. A week ago, Lizzie had insisted on picking out this particular table-and-chairs set because it matched her green fur; the problem was that today they were expecting a third party, and didn't have a chair to spare.
"C'mon, Abbe! There's gotta be a way to make it work. We didn't invite Tom over just to turn him away because he doesn't have a place to sit."
Lizzie got to her feet and studied the bright green chair she'd been sitting on. Confused, Abbe stood up and made her way around the table to stand beside her sister.
"What are you thinking, Lizzie?"
"Well... maybe if we take this chair apart, we can put the pieces back together in such a way that we make TWO chairs. You know, like in that mathematics textbook."
"Lizzie, I don't think that's the way it--"
"I'm gonna try it.
A Beast in the Valley -Trade-The temple was well hidden in the woods, nearly impossible to find except by accident. Wolfen Down had stumbled upon it quite by chance in an attempt to take a shortcut. He seemed to have a knack for discovering ancient temples.
Two rather aged wolf statues guarded the temple entrance. Inside, a third statue firmly clutched a crystal ball; there seemed to be no way to remove the ball from the statue's hands.
Weird. That ball HAS to be important. I can sense some sort of energy inside it.
Wolfen cautiously reached out and touched the ball with one finger. Immediately he pulled his hand away as he felt his canine instincts act up.
What the...? Okay, whatever this thing is, it's dangerous. Maybe I can...
Taking a deep breath, Wolfen placed his right hand-- the one he always wore the Infinity Gauntlet on-- palm-first against the ball's surface. Then he focused.
Energy crackled across his fingertips. For a moment, his hand was glued in place as energy flowed between
The Wicked Wild -Trade-"Oof!"
Kaitlin and Leon Down landed in a heap on an unfamiliar patch of ground. Only minutes ago (from their perspective), they'd been locked up together in a cage. Kaitlin had tried to shoot the lock off with an energy blast, only for Leon to slow down time, cut deliberately in front of her, and take the shot instead. The resulting overload had pinged both of them into another time and place altogether, as was rather typical for their adventures.
"Leon, you did that on purpose!"
"Well, yeah, I did... look at it this way: we're not stuck in a cage anymore, right?"
"The phrase 'out of the frying pan and into the fire' comes to mind..."
Kaitlin let out a frustrated sigh as she and her twin brother stood up and looked around. The warp had dumped the two of them in a clearing in a large jungle. Trees and bushes of many different sorts dotted the landscape.
"It's beautiful," the cobra remarked. "We should start bringing a camera with us when we travel."
Pool Party -Trade-The pool party was that afternoon, and Lizzie and Abbe still hadn't been able to secure a good pool toy for the occasion. Every toy was too expensive, or too ugly, or too... well, Abbe seemed to be a bit picky when it came to pool toys.
"Stop stalling, Abbe!" Lizzie moped as the two of them scanned the shelves of one last sporting goods store. "Let's just pick one and get it over with!"
"It's the middle of summer, Lizzie," the blue wolf reminded her twin sister. "If it were good someone would've bought it by now. You were the one who thought it could wait until the last minute."
"Well, if all else fails..."
"We've been over this already. Big, round balloons don't make good pool toys. Besides, the last time we tried it I kept tipping upside-down and getting water up my nose."
Abbe turned around to scour the shelves again... and caught sight of something behind all the inflatables she'd deemed too ugly. Rushing in, she dug through and uncovered i
Valley of Rotting Flesh -Trade-"Look... Leon... I know I divided the candy equally. You're just hiding some so you can get more than your fair share!"
Halloween night was upon the Valley of Venom, and the Down twins had just finished trick-or-treating. Kaitlin (dressed as a sorceress) had taken the liberty of sorting the candy, but her brother Leon (who'd gone as a vampire) was insistent that his share was smaller than it was supposed to be.
"Nuh-uh! You just want to keep more for yourself!"
"I counted them and gave you half! You're the cheater here!"
The argument quickly turned into a shouting match. Finally, the cobra blew her top, and shot off an energy blast at the wolf.
It wasn't until both their visions went purple that Kaitlin remembered why aiming her energy blasts at her brother was generally a bad idea.
When the light faded, the room had been replaced with the street just outside. Kaitlin groaned as she and Leon got to their feet (a few pieces of can
What Lurks Within -Trade-The gray wolf stood at the entrance to the maze. His appearance was one of a hero, with blue eyes and brown hair. Thirteen other Mobians of varying species, six male and seven female, had already entered the maze, but the wolf didn't have faith that they would return.
As the wolf stepped towards the entrance, a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned, and found himself making eye contact with a female red echidna. She was dressed in black robes and wore a patch over her left eye, and a few of her quills in her forehead were purple.
"Prince Theseus of Athens," the echidna greeted the wolf coldly.
"Lady Kia of Crete," the wolf responded in turn. "Caretaker of the maze and the Minotaur."
"Don't think I didn't recognize you, Prince Theseus, even if the guards didn't. I don't need my 'eye of scrying' to know your face when I see it."
To emphasize that last bit, Lady Kia flipped up her eyepatch, revealing a small crystal ball she used as a glass eye, b
Taffy Black -Trade-"Okay, everyone," the director called out, "we begin filming the next scene in one minute! Take your places and get into character!"
The filming of Taffy Black's pilot episode was well under way at the television studio (the same studio, incidentally, responsible for the game show Nothing Flat). Cameramen and sound technicians were stationed at every appropriate location, ready to catch everything, while the actors rehearsed their lines.
The actress playing the titular super-heroine, a black cat by the name of Blinkie, stood ready in an appropriate spot. She was dressed in a bright orange latex bodysuit that hugged her fur so tightly it might as well have been part of her body, although her head and tail remained bare; a circular emblem depicting the letters "TB" adorned her chest. She also wore a mask of the same color, framing her green eyes perfectly. Glancing at the director, she yawned and stretched-- and I do mean stretched, as h
Fancharacter Profile: TashakoType of character: Sonicverse (more specifically lizardman22's interpretation thereof)
Name: Tashako (tuh-SHAH-koh) Ana
Age: About 20
Species: Anaconda (Mobian)
Occupation: Writer and storyteller
Tashako is a slight bit taller than most Mobians. His primary body color is a dark yellow, sort of golden, about BFBF00 in RGB hexadecimal. His chest and mouth area, as well as the underside of his tail, are a slightly lighter yellow, around CCCC00. He has no eye color; his eyes are black. He has arms and legs, but lacks toes.
His entire body, except for his head, is covered in a pattern of black spots. The spots on his torso are each about an inch in diameter, whereas the ones on his arms, legs, and tail are smaller. His tail is about as long as he is tall, and has an oval-shaped cross section with the thinnest portion vertical; he lets it fall slack and tra
Character profile: Travis -Trade-"Hey, Tally! Today I'm looking for a metal pole or beam about yay long, five or so meters of electrical wire, and three incandescent light bulbs-- they don't have to be in working order, but the glass has to be intact. If you find them, meet me at the old fountain at dusk and I'll swap you two freshly made turkey sandwiches on rye bread for them." --Travis
Type of character: The Wastelands
Name: Travis Jumper - alias "Travis the Trader"
Age: Around 25
Race/species: Leopard (anthro)
Family: No relatives of his have ever been seen around the Wastelands. Allegedly has a kid sister named Katie who's currently in grade school.
Travis is fit-- not overly muscular, but fit. His proportions are average, and his eyes are brown. His primary fur color is orange-yellow (#FFBF00 in standard RRGGBB hexadecimal), which fades to white around h
Character profile: Joy"All around me, people flatten each other without a care... it's almost as if people like me, who consider it so unpleasant, aren't supposed to exist." --Joy
Type of character: Cartoon 'verse
Name: Joy Hunter
Age: Early 30's
Joy's primary body color is dark green (in standard RRGGBB hexadecimal, it'd be about #008000). Her eyes are brown, and she has a fairly standard build for her species. She has a lighter patch of green (#00C000) on her belly and around her snout and paws. Her ears are floppy and reach almost to her cheeks, and her tail is slim and of moderate length. Her paws have black pads.
Unlike most toons, she never goes unclothed; she's not comfortable showing that much of herself. When on duty, she'll wear a standard postal uniform, whereas in more casual situations she'll opt for a two-piece black bikini. She's also willing to dress fancily sho
Black and White: Hospital Hi-Jinks
Black and White sat happily on the hospital bed, watching the doctor examine their recent x-rays. The physician seemed puzzled by what he saw. Slowly he glanced at White, and then back to the dragon's x-ray. Sitting proudly in the center of the picture was the rectangular shape of a book. He could even read the title, a fact he attributed to White's cartoon nature.
"So let me get this straight," the doctor said. "For no reason at all, you decided to eat a thesaurus?"
As if on cue, White gave a little belch, bits of paper fluttering from his mouth.
"I had a reason," White said. "It was delicious. Tasty. Delectable. Savory. Uh, uh..."
"Yummy?" Black offered.
The doctor sighed and looked at Black.
"And you followed up that act by swallowing a light bulb?" he asked.
Black nodded and grinned, a soft 60 watt glow emanating from the back of his throat.
"I wasn't as hungry as White," he replied. "I just wanted a light snack."
The doctor groaned. He could forgive the dragons for
Puppy Troubles :Trade:"ROVER!"
Rover the werewolf jumped and bolted when he heard the angry cry from Spin the black widow. He had no idea why she was mad, but every instinct told him to make himself as scarce as possible before she found him. He bounded through the scout hall, desperately searching for a place to hide. Skidding around a corner, Rover gave a strangled yelp. In his panic he had taken a wrong turn, and now found himself face-to-face with one furious black widow.
"There you are, you flea-bitten mongrel!" Spin hissed.
Rover immediately began to plead.
"I'm innocent, Spin! I didn't do anything. I swear."
Spin growled, her hands balled into fists by her side.
"How many times have I told you not to chew on my new shoes?" she said menacingly.
Rover shook his head quickly, an act that would have been comical had he not been so terrified.
"I'd never do that," Rover protested. "I promise, Spin. I'd never chew your new shoes, especially after the last time you told me off for doing it. I..."
Always Be Prepared :Trade:Finn the swamp monster stepped back and wiped his brow, scanning an eye over the freshly cleaned floor before him. He gave a satisfied sigh of contentment. It had taken him hours, but the floor was now so clean one could eat off of it. Finn could even see his own reflection in the bright white tiles. The swamp monster smiled at a job well done. He even began to wonder if Crimson the vampire bat would recommend him for a merit badge. Finn bent down and picked up his pail, making sure not to spill any of the dirty water within. Suddenly a loud bang surprised him, and Finn looked up in time to see the front door of the house fly open, a shaggy form bounding in. Finn's daydreams were shattered. Mud and muck was scattered everywhere as Rover the werewolf ran excitedly over to his friend and Spooky Scout troop-mate. A dirty, disgusting bone was held tightly between his powerful jaws. Finn's eyes widened in horror. His clean floor was now covered in muddy footprints, and he knew there was mor
Clean Your Room
Annabelle Gwendolyn Griffon made her way through the castle, heading towards the bedrooms of Black and White. A few weeks had passed since she had managed to clean them, and she was curious to see just how messy they had become. The griffon paused outside the bedroom of Black, and knocked. It was, after all, the polite thing to do.
"Sir? Are you in there?"
The was no answer. Annabelle knocked once more, just to make certain, and reached for the handle. Suddenly the door flew open, a blast of hot and humid air hitting the griffon, and Black stood there. The dragon quickly closed the door before Annabelle could see inside.
"Hi, Annabelle," he said, seeming more animated than usual. "Have you come to clean my room? You really don't have to. I cleaned it just the other day. It's spotless."
Annabelle gave the dragon a stern look, her eyes drifting up to the top of his head.
"'Spotless' you said, Sir?" she asked.
Black frowned, following her gaze, and gasped, quickly swiping off the pith hel