Chapter 1- [Poppy] *pop!* She heard a very audible pop come from the, now worn out, library. Unsure what to do she progressed toward where she heard the pop. Gourdy: Hi, Poppy! Poppy: Hi, Gourdy. I don't want you to get hurt so, go back to camp, for Auntie Poppy. Please? Gourdy: Ok. *sigh* Poppy? Poppy: Yes? Gourdy: I've been having bad dreams and I want to see Toodles again. At the sound of that Poppy froze and looked down at Gourdy with sympathy. Poppy: Ok, you can come along but run to me at the first sign of danger and tell me. Gourdy: Yauy! As they step into the library the first thing she sees is a torn blanket, likely belonging to Brightney for when she spent the night here. Poppy (in mind): But what was it doing torn? Maybe Squirm managed to take a bite out of it and Shelly or Ribecca weren't able to sew it before... what happened to Dyle. She continues to walk and Gourdy (of course) wandered off somewhere. Poppy: Hello? She steps on a book. Poppy (in mind): Brightney would never leave a book on the floor? Just then, she found Looey but..... only his head Gourdy: Poppy, POPPY! Poppy: Huh? *snurf* Gourdy: Something was following me and I don't know what it was. Poppy: ALL RIGHT I'M DONE PLAYING GAMES. Gourdy: *snicker* He laughs as if what Poppy said were funny Poppy: COME ON OUT. N O W. Gourdy: GOT YOU! Poppy: Gourdy this is NOT a time to be playing ga-a-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA A 8 foot tall creature stands behind Gourdy. Poppy: Gourdy, I need you to run on the count of 3. Gourdy: Why? Poppy: 1 Gourdy: Poppy? Poppy: 2 Gourdy: POPPY! HELLOURRRRR?! Poppy: 3 RUN NOW! Gourdy runs as fast as possible and very conveniently runs into a dead end. Gourdy: uh-oh Poppy: this story has the same budget as those goofy "horror" movies. -_- Gourdy: Who are you? Toodles?: Gourdy? Gourdy: wha- Toodles: I'm so sorr/y/ Luckly Poppy jumped and got Gourdy out of there before that creature could land a blow. Gourdy: ... that sounded like Toodles Poppy: That wasn't toodles... we need to talk to Brightney.... if she's even still alive. TO BE CONTIUED
Holy farty wartys, that took 45 minutes just to write. (MY FINGERS HURT SO BAD) my writing's slowly getting better :0 oh yeah tell me if I went too hard on the pixelation. :D Next: WIP Last: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1380564877/ First: *see last* GOURDY GUILT TRIP?!
