" Hello?!? " You shout at the figure making it's way merry out the TV. You walk backwards into your kitchen to find something to defend yourself with. You grab a neat looking knife.
The figure finishes moving its way out the TV screen. You'd name it " Mr. 3-armed Scary Static Man " if you weren't scared for your life right now.
You backed yourself into a wall with your knife pointed forward, in a offensive posture. You're not going down without fighting your pursuer. At least you think you are.
" What do you want with me!? " You shout at the figure. You grip the knife like your life depended on it, because it kind of does.
The figure halts in its tracks. " Hmm. What do I want, huh? I thought it was pretty obvious. " The figure replies. It steps closer. It's weirdly placed third arm disintegrates into thin air.
The static-like skin of the creature fades as what look likes a normalish person lies underneath. " I want you. "
" What.. " You whisper quietly. Are you going insane today? Did you hit your head during your sleep? You need to get out of here.
Actually, that thing needs to get out of here. Now.
" I don't want you, I just want you. I need you. You're coming with me. wink :3 " The person said with a small, polite smile.
" No. I can't. you don't understand, I- " You try to protest, but got cut off.
" No, I insist. You're coming with me.. "
" Now we can do this in two ways; You come with me, or, I knock you out. The choice is yours, really. "
The person wipes what looks to be invisible dust off himself.
" Knock me out with what? Those velvet sleeves of yours? I'd be surprised if you could knock down anything at all, to be honest. " You mock his scrawny stature.
The person digs in his pocket and pulls out a pipe..? What...? " You see this? " He asks.
" Is that a water pipe? My water pipe? How did you get that? Where did you- " The pipe was swung at your head like a baseball bat swinging at its target.
You quite literally see stars, strange colors,, then pitch black.
You could still hear. His annoying voice included, unfortunately. But just barely though.
" I told you I would do it, but you just had to do that. I warned you. Nevermind that, let's go. "
You feel yourself getting dragged across the kitchen floor, then you finally go unconscious.
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A Tale Of Whimsy
RastgeleSome OC story thing I thought of. Synopsis: You are chilling in your home until something unfortunate happens, and you are knocked out stone cold, and wake up somewhere else. Somewhere that has whimsy, even.
