Once we saw that there was another Earthquake around, we decided to find out what was going on. “I can’t believe that there is another me out there.” Earthquake mused.
“At least we know it isn’t you.” I said.
“Maybe there’s only a double of bạn and Scorch.”
“Maybe, and maybe not, Blaster.” Earthquake said.
I bet there is another Blaster out there. I thought. I started to walk away when Earthquake and Blaster came and followed me.
As we walked, nothing unusual happened. No “Earthquake”, and no “Scorch”, and definitely no “Blaster”. “Why is nothing happening?” asked Blaster.
“How should I know?” I coughed.
Then we heard something. “What was that?” choked Earthquake.
“Don’t know, but I’m about to find out.” I walked toward the sound and found Blaster standing there with an evil grin on his face. Then, in a real accurate British accent, “E’llo. I see that bạn are the real Scorch of this dimension. My, my will my Scorch be so pleased to destroy you.”
“Who are bạn and what do bạn want?”
“Why can’t bạn see that I’m Blaster? I thought bạn would know that.”
Earthquake and Blaster came to see what was going on. “What the--another ME??”
“Well bạn chumps, I’ll be on my way to Bli-I mean Scorch now. Cheerio.” Then he left.
“Why don’t we follow him?” asked Earthquake.
“That’s a good idea, actually. Let’s follow him.” I ordered.
Later that day, when we finally stopped at where I believe was their headquarters, “Blaster” kept walking in. “Should we keep following him, guys?”
“Hmm, yeah, we should. C’mon.” I said.
Once we got inside, I heard some unfamiliar voices. But when all three of us poked our heads into the room, what we saw was us. “Scorch, they are getting suspicious, sir.” “Blaster” said.
“Gun, please. Call me bởi my real name. We’re not in public. And we might as well take off these ridiculous costumes.”
“Yes, Blight.”
The hedgehog who was suppose to be me washed off his lông, lông thú and it changed to a brown, then he put on a leather jacket, had scares on his stomach, and wore green sunglasses. This can’t be good...
“At least we know it isn’t you.” I said.
“Maybe there’s only a double of bạn and Scorch.”
“Maybe, and maybe not, Blaster.” Earthquake said.
I bet there is another Blaster out there. I thought. I started to walk away when Earthquake and Blaster came and followed me.
As we walked, nothing unusual happened. No “Earthquake”, and no “Scorch”, and definitely no “Blaster”. “Why is nothing happening?” asked Blaster.
“How should I know?” I coughed.
Then we heard something. “What was that?” choked Earthquake.
“Don’t know, but I’m about to find out.” I walked toward the sound and found Blaster standing there with an evil grin on his face. Then, in a real accurate British accent, “E’llo. I see that bạn are the real Scorch of this dimension. My, my will my Scorch be so pleased to destroy you.”
“Who are bạn and what do bạn want?”
“Why can’t bạn see that I’m Blaster? I thought bạn would know that.”
Earthquake and Blaster came to see what was going on. “What the--another ME??”
“Well bạn chumps, I’ll be on my way to Bli-I mean Scorch now. Cheerio.” Then he left.
“Why don’t we follow him?” asked Earthquake.
“That’s a good idea, actually. Let’s follow him.” I ordered.
Later that day, when we finally stopped at where I believe was their headquarters, “Blaster” kept walking in. “Should we keep following him, guys?”
“Hmm, yeah, we should. C’mon.” I said.
Once we got inside, I heard some unfamiliar voices. But when all three of us poked our heads into the room, what we saw was us. “Scorch, they are getting suspicious, sir.” “Blaster” said.
“Gun, please. Call me bởi my real name. We’re not in public. And we might as well take off these ridiculous costumes.”
“Yes, Blight.”
The hedgehog who was suppose to be me washed off his lông, lông thú and it changed to a brown, then he put on a leather jacket, had scares on his stomach, and wore green sunglasses. This can’t be good...
Once upon a time... bạn know what? This is not some fairy tale! This is the story of Sir Shalott, knight of the dead. Knight of Master Dragon! Of course... this is my story. I mean a knight looking for a way... a way of faith. Hold on there! Sit down and read this thing I wrote! Anyway... it was in Camelot. Her quest to find her place in her life brings along trust, loyalty,and some deceiving. This story will start soon, in a week hoặc when ever I can write. But... I may never get to it. So bình luận and tell what bạn think.
-Sir Shalott, knight of the dead, writer
-Sir Shalott, knight of the dead, writer
