I sit down on the couch in my living room with my laptop on my lap and as I waited for it to turn on, I wondered what I was going to do. But once I was logged into my user I didn't have to think long about what I was going to do, because something weird happened next. Without me doing anything, a chatroom thing popped up saying that I created a private chatroom called, 'Chatroom of DOOM.' "What the? Chatroom of DOOM? Um...how did this get here? I don't recall ever downloading a chatroom program thingy...How did it get on here? " I then noticed that there are already three people on which only made me even more confused as I try to figure out how there were already people on it when I don't even recall making it. So without knowing what was going on with this thing and letting my curiosity get the better of me, I logged in.
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FariyFlare logged on
GhostBoy: -looks at the floating screen in confusion- Um, who is that?
Chaos: -looks at the username- I have no clue.
Fryer-Tuck: -looks at the username- I have no idea dude.
GhostBoy: What if this is the person that trapped us here.
Fryer-Tuck: DON'T MAKE AN EVIL ME THAT HATES TECHNOLOGY!
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I stare at the screen in confusion and started laughing at what someone said. Why did they think I trapped them in there? How are they trapped in there? Why does one think I want to make a technology hating copy of him? That was just too funny, why do these names sound familiar?
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FariyFlare: Um, hi?
Fryer-Tuck: IT'S TALKS!
FariyFlare: ?
Chaos: -turns to Fryer-Tuck- Tucker! Have you forgotten that this is a chatroom? He or she can see what we are saying!
Fryer-Tuck: -laughs nervously- Maybe...
GhostBoy: Come on! Even I remembered that!
FariyFlare: I'm not sure how to respond to that...
Chaos: Don't worry about it, they always like this.
GhostBoy: HEY!
Fryer-Tuck: HEY!
FariyFlare: OK...
GhostBoy: That's it, I'm getting out of here! -runs at one of the wall at a very high speed, but once he rams into it, it acts like a balloon causing him to sink into it for a moment then sent him flying backwards at almost the same speed he ran into it hitting the wall on the other side and fell to the ground face first-
Chaos: -cringes- Ooooooooooo... That got to hurt.
GhostBoy: -gets up and shakes himself off as if it was nothing- What is that stuff made out of? It felt a bit like jello.
FariyFlare: I'm not sure if you are acting or not, but are you ok?
GhostBoy: I'm fine, I've been through mutch worse. -gain a look of confusion- And what do you mean by acting?
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Chatroom of DOOM
FanfictionDanny, Sam and Tucker wake up and find themselves in what appeares to be an online chatroom. How did they end up there? Will they get out? Who put them in there? What is going to happen to them? No one knows...
