Once Upon a Time, Part 1

[Josiah the Carrot Stick]

(When?)

[wileycoyote]

(What now?)

[Josiah the Carrot Stick]

Eh?

[Awkward Potato]

(I believe Wiley meant my song reference/pun.)

[wileycoyote]

( no parentheses naughty naughty)

[wileycoyote]

(I did )

[Josiah the Carrot Stick]

(Ah. Whoops.)

[It’s the PHANTOM OF THE AUX CABLE!!!]

INTERLUDE…

” I AM HERE!!! THE PHANTOM OF THE TOPHAAAATTT! ” the mysterious stranger said. But alas he had once again telaported to the wrong place. All he wanted to do was find his true love Kristen. Although she longed for another whom she called her lover. She waved him out of sight. It was probably because of his mask. The poor PHANTOM, Oliver was his name, he was deformed at birth. He became an outcast and decided to wear a mask to cover his face.

He met Kristen one day as she was walking with her TOPHAT time Lords. But his cousin took her affections and she fell for him instead of the PHANTOM himsel. Kristen ended up going crazy and now the PHANTOM is constantly searching for her.

( whenever this character talked in all caps he is singing in opera. Also hello podcast people. I have caught up on episodes and learned your ways! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Hopefully this helps you all get a boost on your story.)

[wileycoyote]

(Dang it I forgot to change my picture I guess you guys know it’s me haha next time you won’t though)

[It’s the PHANTOM OF THE AUX CABLE!!!]

(But you don’t know who I am….)

[wileycoyote]

(What the heck? I bet it’s super Chris again! Is that you? Or maybe Brook? I don’t know Brook though.)

[Dawn]

(Hi Angie! )

[Poulet Frit]

(I’m a jerk!)

[superchris01]

(No I am Super Chris)

[wileycoyote]

(Sorry kristen I was writing about the bad guy not actually you. )

[Poulet Frit]

(Chris, your cousin is in love with me)

[wileycoyote]

(Haha)

[Poulet Frit]

(I know you were talking about the character and not me, bekah.)

[Josiah the Carrot Stick]

(I don’t think that’s Angie… but when have I ever been right about such things?)

[Masøn M.]

Peter continued to back up as fast as he could, but he was still weak, and the pain of falling still pained every bone in his body. He collapsed onto his back, looking up at the blue-black sky.

“This is it… I’ve come this far… And this is it.”

He gave up.

He waited.

He knew he had only a matter of seconds left.

And he waited.

And he waited.

And he waited.

He waited for what felt like hours.

These hours morphed into days.

Those days into years.

His hopeless body, shivering on the ground.

He thought about everything. He thought about nothing. He’d always wondered about death. Never knew it would be like this, though. Didn’t think it would feel… Boring… He didn’t think it would be drawn out like this, in a bunch of pointless sentences, even though everyone knows that he, Peter, cannot die. That would just be a bad story. Such an abrupt ending. Surely, no one would enjoy that!.. Still, he wondered why it’d felt like years he’d been lying upon the ground. Maybe he… is dead… Maybe… Maybe he died in the black void of darkness…

All he really wanted, however, was for this experience to end. It was agonizing. Knowing you’re on the brink of death. Not knowing when your time is. Only that you know it’s here. And that there’s nothing you can do to stop it. It was torture. He just wanted his mind to rest. He just wanted it all to be… over…

“Perhaps… perhaps I’m sleeping! This is just one long dream! Everyone knows you can’t die in your dreams… If I can just wake up…”

His eyes were open, yet he tried to open his eyes. When he did, the sky flickered. He was intrigued, so he tried again. It flickered once more. So he put all his willpower into opening his weird, non-existent pair of secondary eyes. Everything was engulfed in white, and he once again saw the blue sky. Only this time he heard the pounding of paws. Louder. Louder. He could feel the vibrations in the back of his head.

“This is it. It’s finally it. It’s over. Goodbye.”

thump

thump thump

Thump

Thump Thump

THUD

THUD THUD

And the stuen’s teeth penetrated his skin. And our hero was lost…

…

…

…

Which is what WOULD have happened, if not a strange portal had appeared before him, and a strange man stepped out of the portal, and this strange man whipped out a strange peice of metal, and this strange piece of metal had strange buttons, which were pressed by the strange man, which caused the beast to completely disappear before Peter’s eyes.

The man walked over to Peter and helped him up.

“Thank you for your cooperation. You have given us the information we needed.”

“I’m sorry, who are you and where am I and what is that and OH MY GOSH WHAT IS GOING ON?!”

“Do not worry, all your questions will be answered… soon…” the man said hesitantly. “For now, just know that we are your friends.”

“‘We’? Who’s the ‘We’?”

“You will soon meet them. We are here to help you, Peter. Just trust us.”

“Trust you? Bwahah, you must be crazy! You think I’m just gonna trust a crazy man, with a crazy organization, with crazy technological powers? How stupid do you think I am!”

A slight smirk crept up the man’s face. “I assure you, we do not think you’re, as you say, stupid. I also do not blame you for not trusting me. Therefore, I will give you a name by which you shall call me, just as I shall call you Peter.”

There certainly was something strange about the way this man spoke. Almost robotic. But warm and human. If anything, it was unnerving for ole’ Peter.

“Okay… What’s your name then?”

“We dare not give our names. Things… happen when people use our names… It’s why we prefer people to call us by simpler titles.”

“Fine then. What’s your ‘simpler title’?” said Peter, starting to get frustrated.

“You may call me… Franklin.”

“Franklin,” Peter repeated. “It has a nice ring to it, I’ll give you that… Now that introductions are out of the way… Could you tell me where I am?”

“Ah, yes, well, that is rather complicated… You see, you’ve been here for quite some time… You were in a coma for nearly a month. We’d been watching you since your journey began, knowing your history. We knew you’d probably be in danger at some point, so we had kept a ‘back door’ of sorts, always following your position. If ever something arise that we could not foresee the outcome, we could simply open the back door and it would take you to our metaphorical ‘front door’. Unfortunately, it was programmed specifically to fit you, and thus your other companions could not be helped. Even tho–”

“Wait, you mean you don’t know where my friends are?.. You rescued me and let my friends DIE?”

“We do not know that they’re dead, we simply do not know what happened to them. It’s why we pulled you out of the vortex and brought you here… We didn’t realize it’d be so tolling on your body though. While you were asleep, however, it did give us the chance to run a few tests on you. You see, being made of purely timelordian essence, you have some… err… powers that you’re unaware of. Using the specially advanced technology They have given us, we were able to look through your mind and central essence to discover what you can do.”

“So… I have, like, superpowers then?”

“More-or-less. But you are not ready for that, yet. Since you just woke up, we figured it would be better to try a more natural and less taxing test. We ran a simulation, involving the stuen that you just had the most exciting encounter with, to see how you’d respond. We did this while monitoring your brain and CE, central essence for short. Our hypothesis was correct. When faced with this certain death situation, you entered your own mind. You hid in your own mind. You wandered your own mind. One thing you are able to do, Peter, is to detach yourself from your current environment, and process things at your own pace, on your own time, in your own mini reality. It’s something we totally originally dubbed your ‘Mind Palace’. You see, although entering into it was triggered by the adrenaline rush of death (a great feeling to have every once in a while, I must say) that was simply because you knew not about it. You can enter you Palace at any moment you wish, it’s simply a matter of traingig yourself to do it. Does that make sense?”

Peter stared back, blankly. “Yup, totally! 100%. Totally got this. Not confused, concerned, or freaked out about you people monitoring me and running tests without my consent at all. Nope. Totes.”

“Well, since that’s settled I suppose we can leave this simulation.”

Everything darkened, blue lines flashed across the sky, and they were suddenly in a gray room.

“We’re not in Hyrule anymore, Toto,” Peter mumbled to himself.

“Along with being one of many simulation rooms, this is also the room you will be staying in. You will be brought meals whenever you ask for them. Though you are not technically allowed to leave this room, you can create as many simulations as your mind can dream of to occupy your time! There are literal trillions of possibilities! Only our most honored guests get to stay in one of these superb gifts from Them. I will be seeing you later. At some point. I promise.”

“You can’t tell me when I’ll be seeing you again?” Peter inquired.

“I come and go as I choose, my friend. I am a busy man. You may see me tomorrow, you may see me in 3 months. I’ll come back when you’re ready to explore your… err… ‘talents’…”

He smiled once more, and shut the door.

“There is something very not right about this,” was Peter’s first thought. He tried to recall what happened before he was brought here. There was the strange man. And he threw the strange device. And opened a strange portal… It sounded a lot like these “Franklin Folk”, but something about it wasn’t right… If it was the Franklin Folk they wouldn’t have pulled me away in fear I was in danger… But it also doesn’t sound like the Franklin Folk created this technology… It sounds as if it was given to them. By Them. But who is Them? Could They have given the strange man who created the vortex his technology too?…

Peter had too many questions. He had no idea how to answer them. Not even the narrator knew the answer to these questions. The narrator simply wanted to create more mysteries. More problems in continuity within the storyline. The narrator hoped someone could continue his legacy in case he died of sleep deprivation from narrating too late into the night. The last thing the narrator hoped before he left was that everyone understood-ish what he had typed and that no one thought he was going insane. Because all of this might have made more sense in the narrators head. The narrator now bids farewell.

[Josiah the Carrot Stick]

(Hmm… interesting.)

[Masøn M.]

(Yeah… I really don’t know where I was going with that… It wasn’t originally gonna be like that… But my brain just kept writing… ugh… I annoy myself sometimes lol)

[Poulet Frit]

(I love this. “We’re not in hyrule anymore, toto” IS LIKE THE BEST FRICKING LINE EVER)

[Awkward Potato]

(This story is just getting more and more complicated…but man that was fun to read. I don’t know what’s going to happen but it makes me want to!)

[superchris01]

WOAH

[Masøn M.]

(Does this mean Crash Bandicoot now exists in this universe?…)

[Josiah the Carrot Stick]

(Yes.)

[DScott]

Peter felt strained. Through all of the crazy past events had left him tense, but he couldn’t bring himself to rest knowing his companions could be anywhere, pleasant or unpleasant. He did take the time to sit down though. What he sat in was similar to what would be used for patients at the dentist, but he didn’t know that. Across from him was the solidly made door he just came through. It was locked. It seemed he was a prisoner. The room liked like it was a prison too, except for the flowers on the table next to the door, and an empty picture frame on the wall.
Now that he was actually sitting down he felt sleep reaching out at him. He didn’t want that to happen. He stood up and walked around the room to try and shake it off. Every couple of laps he would check the door as if it might decide to open for him. He turned around tiring of going the same direction.
“Be quiet.”
In front of Peter was Someone who looked a lot like Franklin. He looked strained and as though he was the embodiment of paranoia. He wore the same uniform as Franklin had. The gray pants, the black boots. The beige shirt was the too, only this time he noticed the FDS on it. His uniform wasn’t as well kept though. His shirt was wrinkled, and his boots weren’t polished like Franklin’s were.
“Who are you?”
“I said quiet!” his visitor whispered. “We … They like to bug rooms sometimes.”
The man explored room peering at the walls and checking the sparse furniture.
“I think that this room is clean of listening devices.”
“Will tell me who you are now?”
“I’m … uh. Who?”
This was ridiculous. How had this guy even gotten in the room? Peter pointed to the FDS on the man’s shirt.
“Are those your initials?”
“Oh! Yes, yes.”
“What do they stand for?”
The stranger sighed. “My name’s … Douglas.”
“How did you get in here?”
“You must listen to me! You can’t trust us! Me, no him. I mean them! We want to – they want to use you! We, crudmuffin, uh sorry. I mean they. Have been monitoring you and plan to… never mind that someone’s coming! Listen you have to get out of here!”
“Who are you? Were you with Franklin? Why are you-“
A knock on the door Peter turned around. The door opened and Franklin came through.
“Have put the device to use yet?”
“The device? Oh, the simulation thing.”
“Correct. We reserve these Simulation rooms our most respected visitors. I recommend you try it.”
With that Franklin left and Peter realized Douglas had been gone for the entire exchange. He was alone again.

[Josiah the Carrot Stick]

(Also interesting.)

[Masøn M.]

(Intriguing…)

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