Nightmare Central [2a/?]
anonymous
July 2 2009, 10:03:31 UTC
Upon finding the correct doorway, the trio, and Ludwig, journeyed down the crowded hallways. And boy was it crowded. Frantic teachers desperately tried to keep their newly formed classes in line. Yeah, good luck with that. While students were smushed together like sardines in a can.
It wasn't pretty. There was fighting. And kicking. And nasty name calling. Some of the kids were getting pretty rowdy too. But really, none could compare as Gilbert fought through the mass of children. The albino believed if he wasn't careful, he'd step on one of those little suckers. Then, what would happen?
Trouble that's what! And it really didn't help that when he pushed aside one kid, three others would take his place. It was driving Gilbert up the wall.
Luckily, Antonio, who mysteriously managed to skirt the crowd (children's pedophile senses...tingling!), finally stopped at an innocent looking doorway. It was painted a light pink color. Though really, the paint could've been a dark crimson for how much it had faded.
Somebody was trying real hard to make the thing kid-friendly. There were foam-made butterflies fluttering on a breeze made of yarn. There was construction paper!lollipops lining the bottom, with equally fake grass. And who could forget the smiley faces?
It was like Barney threw up on the door, or something. Fitting, Gilbert would have to agree. Because only a sinister door could hide the evil things lurking in that room.
Antonio reached for the doorknob.
"Wait!" Gilbert cried. "I'm not ready to die! I'm still a virgin!"
"No, your not!" Francis snapped. He had managed to wipe all the blood from his nose. (The teacher will never have to know he swiped her handkerchief from her back pocket... Nice ass by the way) "How do you explain Ludwig, then?"
"He was adopted." Gilbert replied, bluntly.
"I was WHAT?!" Ludwig screeched.
"Relax, he's joking." Antonio assured the hyper-ventilating five-year-old. Then turning to Gilbert, shook his head fondly. "Are you the kindergartner here, or is Ludwig? Quit being such a baby!"
"You're only saying that because this must be heaven for you! How did they even let you in?! I'm pretty sure you already have a long record for child molestation!" Gilbert snapped, hotly.
"Ssh! Not so loud!" Antonio playfully winked. "Are we going to do this or what?"
"Vous êtes un homme, sont vous non?" Francis quipped.
"I don't know what you said, but I'm pretty sure it was an insult." Gilbert grumbled, heaving a deep breath. "Fine, let's do this shit."
Summoning all his courage, will power, and idiocy (cause really, no smart man would do this), Gilbert kicked down the door. Almost tore down the hinges.
"I. Have. Arrived!" He announced proudly. And loudly.
Not that anybody could hear. With the chaos the room was in? They'd be lucky if they heard cannon fire. Sadly enough, Gilbert's announcement was reserved to the few people hanging by the doorway. Fortunate for Ludwig though. He still had a chance for a decent reputation!
"Yes, we can see that." A beautiful Hungarian woman replied tartly. She had just recently arrived. Along with her husband, who had gone out on a short trip. Bathroom break. It's already been ten minutes, but knowing her husband... He must've gotten lost again.
Gilbert turned in her direction, eyeing the woman up and down. Huh, not a bad looker. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
"And who might you be, sweet cheeks?" Gilbert smoothly asked. "Why don't we get acquainted somewhere private? How does that sound?"
"It sounds like torture. And I'm pretty sure we outlawed torture." The woman answered, returning her attention back to her kid.
It wasn't pretty. There was fighting. And kicking. And nasty name calling. Some of the kids were getting pretty rowdy too. But really, none could compare as Gilbert fought through the mass of children. The albino believed if he wasn't careful, he'd step on one of those little suckers. Then, what would happen?
Trouble that's what! And it really didn't help that when he pushed aside one kid, three others would take his place. It was driving Gilbert up the wall.
Luckily, Antonio, who mysteriously managed to skirt the crowd (children's pedophile senses...tingling!), finally stopped at an innocent looking doorway. It was painted a light pink color. Though really, the paint could've been a dark crimson for how much it had faded.
Somebody was trying real hard to make the thing kid-friendly. There were foam-made butterflies fluttering on a breeze made of yarn. There was construction paper!lollipops lining the bottom, with equally fake grass. And who could forget the smiley faces?
It was like Barney threw up on the door, or something. Fitting, Gilbert would have to agree. Because only a sinister door could hide the evil things lurking in that room.
Antonio reached for the doorknob.
"Wait!" Gilbert cried. "I'm not ready to die! I'm still a virgin!"
"No, your not!" Francis snapped. He had managed to wipe all the blood from his nose. (The teacher will never have to know he swiped her handkerchief from her back pocket... Nice ass by the way) "How do you explain Ludwig, then?"
"He was adopted." Gilbert replied, bluntly.
"I was WHAT?!" Ludwig screeched.
"Relax, he's joking." Antonio assured the hyper-ventilating five-year-old. Then turning to Gilbert, shook his head fondly. "Are you the kindergartner here, or is Ludwig? Quit being such a baby!"
"You're only saying that because this must be heaven for you! How did they even let you in?! I'm pretty sure you already have a long record for child molestation!" Gilbert snapped, hotly.
"Ssh! Not so loud!" Antonio playfully winked. "Are we going to do this or what?"
"Vous êtes un homme, sont vous non?" Francis quipped.
"I don't know what you said, but I'm pretty sure it was an insult." Gilbert grumbled, heaving a deep breath. "Fine, let's do this shit."
Summoning all his courage, will power, and idiocy (cause really, no smart man would do this), Gilbert kicked down the door. Almost tore down the hinges.
"I. Have. Arrived!" He announced proudly. And loudly.
Not that anybody could hear. With the chaos the room was in? They'd be lucky if they heard cannon fire. Sadly enough, Gilbert's announcement was reserved to the few people hanging by the doorway. Fortunate for Ludwig though. He still had a chance for a decent reputation!
"Yes, we can see that." A beautiful Hungarian woman replied tartly. She had just recently arrived. Along with her husband, who had gone out on a short trip. Bathroom break. It's already been ten minutes, but knowing her husband... He must've gotten lost again.
Gilbert turned in her direction, eyeing the woman up and down. Huh, not a bad looker. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
"And who might you be, sweet cheeks?" Gilbert smoothly asked. "Why don't we get acquainted somewhere private? How does that sound?"
"It sounds like torture. And I'm pretty sure we outlawed torture." The woman answered, returning her attention back to her kid.
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