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UnNAMed story
Hello, my name is Frank Woodburn and I would like to tell you about my story.
It started of as a normal day with me trying to, as I had tried every morning, to convince my mom to not take me to school, and like always still being forced to go. The one thing that was different about today was that the school was deserted. I was going to ask my mom if it was a minor holiday or something but when I turned to her she was gone. I suddenly started to feel afraid and as I panicked I didn’t even think to call the police.
I locked the car doors but by the time I thought of calling someone, a giant eraser, I know I sound crazy but this is what I saw, flew towards me and hit the car window. When it bounced off the window I thought that nothing happened but when I looked more closely I saw that a smooth hole where the eraser looking thingy had bounced of the window. I franticly started dialing 911 but my fingers were too shaky. Someone lunged at me through the window and then I blacked out.
When I woke up I was sitting in a dungeon cell with a guard sitting in front of it. He looked like a traditional guard from a movie except he had different equipment than most movie-guards. He had containers on his personnel that looked like modified bottles of whiteout made to burst on impact. I asked him where I was but he just looked at me and mumbled. He proceeded to walk up a few steep steps and through a door that I heard a sharp click from after he closed it. I decided to see if there were any hallmates in the dungeon so I peeped my head and tried looking out from my cell but I didn’t see anyone so I gave up.
After a while the same guard as before walked in with a masked man behind him followed by another guard. I figured he must be important if he had two guards protecting him inside of what was already what seemed to be a well guarded stronghold. I also thought he must be important if he wore a mask so I couldn’t know his identity. Another thing I noticed about him was that he had two staffs of what looked like the rubber used in erasers. I wondered what the theme of erasing was but I decided that wasn’t in my top priority of questions I wanted answered.
“Hello, Frank,” said the masked man, “I hope our accommodations are enjoyable.”
“Oh yeah, sure, I love it when people take my mother, lock me in a dungeon and who knows what you did to everyone at the school.” I replied.
“I’m glad you’re happy.”
“I was being sarcastic, unless your pea-sized brain can’t comprehend it.”
“Ah, the boy is bold. Anyways I should introduce myself, call me Brianjoth. I would ask who you were but I already know.
“And why would you care to know what my name is?” I responded.
“Well to be honest Frank, I know a lot more about you than your name.”
“Like that helps me feel better.”
“You seem like a stereotypical bad-guy from a movie or book. Well maybe the antagonists in books and movies are based off of the real geniuses like us.”
“One question though, what even do you wish to accomplish?”
“Something only an ambitious ‘maniac’ like me would hope to accomplish.”
“Where did you take my mom?” I asked as he stood up to leave.
“You asked for one question, though maybe the next time we meet I’ll answer you question. But anyways for now, get comfy!” With that he walked out of the room with his guards.
It started of as a normal day with me trying to, as I had tried every morning, to convince my mom to not take me to school, and like always still being forced to go. The one thing that was different about today was that the school was deserted. I was going to ask my mom if it was a minor holiday or something but when I turned to her she was gone. I suddenly started to feel afraid and as I panicked I didn’t even think to call the police.
I locked the car doors but by the time I thought of calling someone, a giant eraser, I know I sound crazy but this is what I saw, flew towards me and hit the car window. When it bounced off the window I thought that nothing happened but when I looked more closely I saw that a smooth hole where the eraser looking thingy had bounced of the window. I franticly started dialing 911 but my fingers were too shaky. Someone lunged at me through the window and then I blacked out.
When I woke up I was sitting in a dungeon cell with a guard sitting in front of it. He looked like a traditional guard from a movie except he had different equipment than most movie-guards. He had containers on his personnel that looked like modified bottles of whiteout made to burst on impact. I asked him where I was but he just looked at me and mumbled. He proceeded to walk up a few steep steps and through a door that I heard a sharp click from after he closed it. I decided to see if there were any hallmates in the dungeon so I peeped my head and tried looking out from my cell but I didn’t see anyone so I gave up.
After a while the same guard as before walked in with a masked man behind him followed by another guard. I figured he must be important if he had two guards protecting him inside of what was already what seemed to be a well guarded stronghold. I also thought he must be important if he wore a mask so I couldn’t know his identity. Another thing I noticed about him was that he had two staffs of what looked like the rubber used in erasers. I wondered what the theme of erasing was but I decided that wasn’t in my top priority of questions I wanted answered.
“Hello, Frank,” said the masked man, “I hope our accommodations are enjoyable.”
“Oh yeah, sure, I love it when people take my mother, lock me in a dungeon and who knows what you did to everyone at the school.” I replied.
“I’m glad you’re happy.”
“I was being sarcastic, unless your pea-sized brain can’t comprehend it.”
“Ah, the boy is bold. Anyways I should introduce myself, call me Brianjoth. I would ask who you were but I already know.
“And why would you care to know what my name is?” I responded.
“Well to be honest Frank, I know a lot more about you than your name.”
“Like that helps me feel better.”
“You seem like a stereotypical bad-guy from a movie or book. Well maybe the antagonists in books and movies are based off of the real geniuses like us.”
“One question though, what even do you wish to accomplish?”
“Something only an ambitious ‘maniac’ like me would hope to accomplish.”
“Where did you take my mom?” I asked as he stood up to leave.
“You asked for one question, though maybe the next time we meet I’ll answer you question. But anyways for now, get comfy!” With that he walked out of the room with his guards.