Artemis Fowl Stuff

Strange

Uh I don't really know what to write here, school is starting in 3 days (nauurrr) so I'll try to keep updating. Thanks Chloe_17753 and Imnotthecrazy1 (I think I spelled that correctly). I'm doing better and I'm still stalling so here, 🍪.

Artemis knew something was wrong. He was working on another essay to publish under a new psymodnym (I cannot spell that word correctly for my life)  Dr. Juan T. Umfizzicks.  (Ok last note, let me know if you can figure out the words) He was reviewing the last paragraph when something felt wrong. He checked the word count, his hands moving shakily on his mouse.          3, 261 words. Artemis shook his head and blinked. That was fine, a little lengthy but all professional. Then why did it feel wrong. He re-read the essay, adding and deleting words throughout the entire thing. Finally, when he checked the word count, it was 3,255. He let out a sigh of relief. It was publishable now.  A part of him wondered what made it feel wrong in the first place but he pushed the thought away. It didn't matter. He clicked auto-save five times to make sure it was saved and sent it to the publishers.

55555555555555555555555545555555555555555 time skip 

Artemis was working on THE PROJECT when he sensed something behind him. He turned around and flinched. Behind him laid a mess of tools and spare parts. The worse part is they were laid in the perfect position to look like a large 4. He shook his head rapidly. The tools were no longer usable. Another part of his brain argued back that it's just a number, why should it matter? No, the irrational side responded. 4, is bad. 4 is death. "Alright, enough!"  Artemis said it out loud to silence the arguing in his head. You're both being ridiculous. He went to grab a screwdriver from the pile, then backed away. It wouldn't hurt to just be safe, he reasoned. 

*Butler's POV

Butler was standing outside of Artemis's room, fighting off a yawn. His principal had been working on THE PROJECT, he called it, for many weeks. He heard Juliet arguing with the twins about the existence of magical creatures. Such as fairies, Butler thought and stifled a smile. If only they knew... he heard a crash come from Artemis's room and snapped back into his position as a bodyguard and opened the door. Artemis stood by his deck trying to pry a pair of pliers out of the paper shredder. "Artemis what..." Butler was speechless, as Artemis finally gave up and let go, the paper shredder made a noise like nails on a chalkboard. Artemis stared at the shredder as it finally snapped and broke in half. Butler recovered from his shock and grabbed the boy's shoulder. "Artemis, what happened? Why were you trying to put tools in the paper shredder? I know your smarter than this, you've proven it many times." Artemis wrenched his shoulder  out of Butler's grip and said, "They were...damaged," Butler stared as Artemis considered his words carefully. "They were damaged and I was unable to fix them." Butler shook his head. "Artemis you know you can always ask for new tools, we have plenty, there is no reason to destroy them." The boy snapped. "Very well, Butler. I require a new set of tools that have not been corrupt or damaged. THE PROJECT is very important and the world needs it. I need the finest to prepare it, so I'm sorry if some tools proved inadequate. Now, please get them before I have another conniption." Butler just nodded his head.Yes, Master Artemis." And with that, he left silently promising to give Angeline a call later about this incident. He knew Artemis would not approve as of now, which gave him the incentive to follow through with it.

Another part done! This one is longer than most, I am still figuring out how to get the word count higher without it just being long boring rambles. Please comment about any thoughts or ideas you have, thanks for reading! Cookie 🍪:)