"CHAAAAAAAAARRRGE!" As Sydney picked up speed everything around her started blurring together. Her plan was to dodge all of the pawns, bishops, and knights and go straight for the king and queen. Maybe once she slayed them she would take over the throne and form an alliance with the black army. Or she could slay them too... yeah, that's a much better idea. Suddenly she slammed face first into an invisible wall. She ricocheted off of the wall and fell back. Her sword disappeared. Groaning, she rubbed her forehead and slowly sat up.
"Run, run, run, as fast as you can! You can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man!" A voice taunted her. To her left a person shaped cookie ran away from her. Was it insulting her? How DARE it!
"Oh, yes I can! I'm much faster than you'll ever be!" Sydney stood up and chased after it.
"You're as slow as a girl scout cookie! You're so slow a sloth-turtle-mutant could-" Sydney picked up the Gingerbread Man and held him in the air.
"Care to finish that sentence?" Sydney asked.
"No! No! No! You misunderstood! I was talking to that sloth-turtle-mutant over there!" Sydney dropped the cookie into her mouth and swallowed it whole.
"Sup?" The sloth-turtle-mutant questioned her.
"Ehh, not much."
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Reality? No Thanks.
HumorIn real life, the average person spends about twenty five years asleep and dreaming. Sydney was born in the dream world. Some dreams she could control (aka the awesome ones), and others she couldn't. Then there were the occasional nightmares, the dr...
