The Human!Fancy Pants Adventures: Venomous Bittersweet

Chapter VIII: "Ahoy,comrades!"

             Fancy Pants was hardly thrown outside the drawing by another ink spot that was located on the bottom of the drawn volcano. -Ugh...They don't like guests that much...- He whispered, as he stood up and cleaned himself. -Now, where might the "World 3" sketchbook be at? - He began to look around for a way to climb up back to the table. –Hm...I got it! - Fancy said, and looked around for paper sheets on the floor. Next, he tried to join each one with a stapler that was inside one of the table's drawers. Then he pushed the paper sheets to the right side of the table, as the paper sheets row began to form a ramp upwards. –Hope this works- Fancy whispered. He put himself in position, took out the pen and ran as fast as he could to the paper ramp. He quickly grabbed the pen, pointed with it to the paper and jumped on it. He started to inkboard on the sheets, at the same time that he was trying to balance his body on the pen. He saw how he was getting closer to the ramp, and started to get nervous. –Oh god, oh god, oh god please make this work...- He was saying on his head. His hopes were worth it: He could make it up to the top. He flied off like a space rocket.

            –Good thing I saved that little napkin I found near some of the paper sheets- Fancy whispered, and took the napkin out of his pocket, using it as a parachute, while holding the pen with his legs. The landing was fast but smooth. The little napkin covered Fancy while the air was getting softer, but he quickly took it off himself –I would like to stay and sleep, but time's running, and I need to go to the World 3 fast-. He noticed the big sketch he saw when being on the other side of the table -Interesting level, gotta make a visit later- He said, and began to run forwards.

              Fancy surrounded the PC's keyboard that was on his way, while looking at the turned off monitor -I'm pretty curious about what this thing does, hope that when Brad comes home he can show me- He though, while he passed by the keyboard. A couple of minutes later he founded the lost sketchbook, but there was a problem: Another spider infestation zone, but instead of mice, there were a group of multicolor ninjas guarding the sketchbook. -Oh great, more pest to take care of! Why can't these annoying creatures give me a break?!- He whispered, trying the best he could to not be heard, but he was sick and tired of the pest. Unfortunately, his attempt on being silent was in vain, since the enemies heard him.

             The fight was kinda rough, Fancy wasn't having the same strength as before, but he wasn't bothered by it either. It seemed like a baseball game with the spiders, and with the ninjas like a sword fight. When the battle had finished -which was a short one, Fancy Pants went to the sketchbook and opened it. He sighted in relief –Finally, my last stop- The enter door appeared, and he quickly went inside it, arriving to World 3...or something similar. When he opened the door, Fancy noticed he was on a flying platform.

              Next to him was a pirate tavern. –Oh right, they call themselves "Sky Pirates", no wonder why they have flying buildings- Fancy said for himself –But it looks kinda far from here...- He looked carefully the environment, and noticed a hatch way on the top. But the platform started to disappear, as well as the door. –Think fast! - Fancy yelled, and quickly jumped inside the hatchway. He grabbed to a wood plank that was on the roof, and stepped on it, kneeling down to keep in position. –There they are! - Fancy whispered when he noticed the Sky Pirate crew on the bar –I'll surprise them, hope it doesn't get messed up-. He looked around for a second, and decided to stop losing time –You know? I think I'll keep it simple, it's not like the first time I meet these guys- Fancy though -Also, as the Mayor, they've never heard me speaking for once, so they might not recognize it's me- He giggled a little, it was exciting thinking on the pirates' possible reactions.

And then he yelled, in a pirate-ish voice -Ahoy, comrades! - The pirates looked up, searching for the origin of the voice, and then Fancy Pants quickly jumped down in front of them. The pirates were surprised and happy to see an old friend –Ahoy, Fancy Pants Man! - They replied. Captain Manly beard was there as well, but he wasn't very surprised though. –Yargh, Tiny Pants Man! Long time no see- Manly beard said –Agreed, Captain! – Fancy replied. The crew remained silent for a moment, they were surprised by the fact Fancy was able to speak –well, except Captain Manly Beard. –Ya can talk! - A pirate exclaimed –Heh, of course I do! But I was kinda shy to show it- Fancy replied. –Hey, come here to the bar and have a drink! - Another pirate suggested him. Fancy accepted, and went to sit next to the other pirates, but suddenly Manly Beard noticed the scar in Fancy's chest –What happen to ya, Pants Man?- He said, pointing the injury –Oh, this? Ah, it's nothing, just something I got from my last fight- He answered; somehow other pirate offered him some help and bandaged his wound.

            They kept talking and drinking for a while, till Fancy remembered the other thing he needed to do there, and quickly went to talk with Captain Manly Beard –Hey, I'm just wondering, but did someone from the Squiggleville came here earlier and gave you a little bottle with orange liquid inside? - He asked –Aye did, mate! - The Captain replied –Do you have it with yourself? - Fancy asked again, but the Captain kept in silence for a moment. –Argh! I don't have it in handy right now, a pesky spider stole it from me- He replied again in an angry mood. Fancy sighed in disappointment –Well, I think it's time for me to go- He said –I need to find it quick- He decided to leave the tavern, while saying goodbye to his pirate comrades –See ya later, partners!-. He left the place and jumped trying to reach the other platform, but failed.

            He was falling. The adrenaline on his heart was like the gasoline on a racing car. Fortunately, an exit door appeared right behind him. –Thank god! - Fancy exclaimed, and waited for the gravity to do its work. He used his body to open the door, flying out from the sketchbook. He landed into a small pile of paper sheets. When he got up, Fancy noticed a black trail starting from the sketchbook. He reminded what Captain Manly Beard said, and started to follow the path.

            Little did he know what he was about to confront. . .