Don't flame me for being a hilariously bad writer. I was just messing around, long ago, and thought a flying squirrel and a spatula would be a good combo, so I'm finally starting to make something.
I am open to suggestions...or compliments.... heh heh. jk
Just don't flame me. You can hate it tho.
He woke up, the rain still pouring over the entrance to his cardboard box. The small figure sat shivering, soaked from head to tail, in an otherwise desolate corner. The soft footsteps outside his dark dwelling, drowned out by the rain, would never have been heard by any regular human being, but he was no human being. He was a flying squirrel!
The footsteps had surrounded the box and now the squirrel could even hear the leather boots drumming on the roof. He estimated there was six of them. How could he take on six? They were going to surround him, outnumber him, and as hard as it is to admit it, out skill him. He stayed put, trying not to get anxious. He was caught in a tight spot, and he doubted that he would be as lucky as before.
A small butter knife cut through the back of his small home. Only a few inches from his head. At that moment, he got up, swiveling around quickly, at the same time drawing out his rubber spatula. He wouldn't go down without a fight.
Two ninjas came in the front, clad in black uniforms, one wearing an "I Love Me" T-shirt. They rushed him as the other four cut through the sides of the box. The squirrel threw the spatula in the air, catching it at the middle and clothes lining the two clumsy attackers. They fell to the ground, and at the same time the squirrel turned around and stabbed one right through the heart sign on his white T-shirt.
He raised his spatula, ready to strike the second trespasser who was now unconscious , but he was taken to the ground by a falling ninja from above. He lied there, flat on his back, looking up at the four sets of gleaming yellow eyes. The four ninjas had cut through the sides of the box and had now surrounded him. He was hopeless.
Suddenly, without warning, a blinding light shone into the rundown box. Whether it was the natural flash of lightning outside, or the cricket who had just rolled a humongous searchlight into the entrance of the small, waterlogged dwelling, shining it into the ninjas eyes, he did now know, but he suspected it to be the latter of the two.
The ninjas screamed in a pitch so high that glass would shatter from the mere echo. "It burns! It burns!" The four ninjas ran out of the small holes cut by the dull blades of the butter knives. The still unconscious ninja stayed on the floor, peacefully at rest. The squirrel nudged him with his foot, and the ninja got up, groggily, looked around, then limped away.
The squirrel walked towards the light, sheilding his eyes with his arm. The light then flickered, and went off. "Who...what...are you?" He stuttered, still trembling from the shock of the attack.
"I'm your fairy godfather." Came a small voice from behind the searchlight. The voice had a hint of an Italian accent, but it was hardly noticeable, since it was drowned out by the shrill, squeakiness of it all. "And you must be Samson Zhet."
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ARGH! I edited it, YET AGAIN! Zemitra, can you please look it over and see if my corrections are ok. I'm looking it over, and it seems fine to me, but you never know. I looked it over many times, and I never noticed some of the corrections you had made.
A small sphere the size of the squirrels fist appeared, illuminating the temporary resting place of the squirrel. The squirrel raised one eyebrow, looking at the peculiar sight. Above the floating light, there was a green cricket, but not a normal one. This cricket had two silver, glittering wings attached to its back.
"Actually," said the squirrel,"my name is Tawa."
"Damnit, my secretary will pay for that." The cricket mumbled to himself. "A pleasure to meet you... Tawa. I am, of course, a cricket. I have been sent by some voices in my head to be your guardian."
Tawa raised one eyebrow at this last statement. How could he trust some cricket who was sent to save him by 'voices'?
"And why would I need a guardian?" Tawa said, looking doubtedly at this odd character.
"No need to interrogate me. Show some manners, I'm trying to help you. It's not like I know anyways. Go ask the voices."
Obviously this cricket, said to be Tawa's Fairy Godfather, was absolutely crazy. But the voices had been right, Tawa was in a fair amount of trouble. So for now, Tawa would play along with this little game.
"What is your name, anyway?" Asked the squirrel. "And I refuse to go along with your crazy italian mobster ass and call you 'Father'."
"Show some respect. Or I might have to send one of my boys to take care of you." The cricket seemed very convinced that he was the 'Godfather', and Tawa knew that there was no way to get him out of it.
"Well I'm sorry." Tawa said, sounding quite irritated. "Isn't there any other name I can call you by?"
"Since I will stick with you for the time being, I guess I will have to trust you." Said the cricket, eyeing Tawa suspiciously. "But you must promise not to tell anyone. If you do... well, I have various ways of taking care of that." The cricket paused." It is kind of embarrassing, for someone of my status that is." The cricket paused yet again, almost changing his mind. "Gigi."
Tawa burst into uncontrollable laughter. Gigi! Great! My guardian is a completely psycho cricket named Gigi that thinks he's the Godfather! Ha, ha, ha, ha!". Gigi waited patiently for the laughter to die down.
"Sorry." Said Tawa, still giggling and wiping a tear from his eye. "I just wasn't expecting that. Heh, heh."
"Look, we will be safe from your attackers for now, when the sun is up, but if you keep up with that extremely loud laughter, you are sure to get caught." Gigi looked at him, like a teacher looks at a disbehaving child.
"So they don't like the light? Kinda like vampires." Tawa noted, then added. "Tremendously stupid vampires."
"Let's just get moving." The cricket ordered. "Now may I ask what you have hidden in your tail?"
"How did you-". Tawa started, looking around at his bushy tail and pulling out a small, spherical object.
"The voices." Said the unusual cricket, somewhat casually.
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I changed the chapter, if anyone actually noticed. I might add on, or just start a new chapter
Please, no sigs, I forgot to put that up when I started the story. So Shadowstalker, please edit your post and take it out
Oh c'mon, someone comment on this. Anyways, you can double post for chapters right? Cause this post will be edited and made into chapter 3, so don't worry. But please comment!
Tawa was not an ordinary flying squirrel, of course. He had come from a line of squirrels known as the [I'll insert a name later lol]. These squirrels were inventers, and they prided themselves on their work.
But they had not started out as inventers, for they were also known as the Protectors. Hundreds of years ago (that's squirrel years mind you), a vast darkness had spread through the lands of Maerc Eci..........................
Don't worry, I'm gonna change this, deffinitely. Right now I'm at my Dad's office, so I can't finish it right now, but later tonight...
Well, guess this won't be posted until... Saturday. Don't have a computer right now. I'll probably erase this chapter and redo it.
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One day I was taking a walk
On my way, I heard a sponge talk
"If you don't wash the dishes
You'll sleep with the fishes"
But that remark just got him socked
Linear Mode
