Part 6 of Plushie to the Rescue; in the name of Christmas!
Once again, Plushie found herself trapped inside something. This was becoming wretchedly familiar and it was as horrible the second time around as it was the first. Although, this time she had some toys to keep her company, which was a small comfort, but a comfort none the less. She listened as Zero Omega moved further and further away, leaving her there in the graveyard, trapped in the large red sack. "I've got to get out of here... I've got to stop him... I've got to make him believe again..." Plushie said to herself as she frantically felt around the toys. Her scepter, you see, was lying uselessly in the snow outside. Not good.
She felt around, using her hands to determine what each toy was -- it was dark in there, of course. Her hand touched a hard, rough object and, after further inspection, she determined it to be a plastic dinosaur. A moment before she had planned to drop it and continue her search, her hand ran down the length of his tail, which ended in a point. This might work! Plushie wiggled around within the toys, doing her best to get some leverage. Pushing the point of the tail into the sack, she pushed and pushed, trying to put as much force and weight against it as possible. At first, nothing happened, and so she pushed harder and harder still, wiggling to and fro. Then it happened... crehhgck!. The sack ripped and the tail jutted out.
Woohoo! Plushie wiggled it around, making the hole as big as possible before putting the dinosaur toy down and putting both her hands through the hole. She gripped the sack and pulled, and pulled, and pulled, ripping it bit by bit before finally, at last, the side tore completely, and she toppled out into the snow. Seeing Zero Omega a ways off, Plushie immediately grabbed her scepter and ran after him. Although I'm writing this... I can't tell you what was going through her mind... but in the next moment she had taken a flying leap through the air, with an "AAAAAAAH!" cry, and landed right on Zero's back!
He yelled with surprise -- I'm not entirely convinced that even he didn't think it might have been some graveyard ghoul -- turning this way and that in an attempt to shake off whatever was on him. Plushie hugged his back in a piggyback fashion, wrapping one arm around his front to hold on. "You're not going anywhere until you believe in Santa again!" She told him firmly as he spun and twisted and shook. Stubbornly refusing to let go, Plushie gripped more tightly, "You're not leaving! You won't ruin Christmas! You need to believe in Santa!"
Well, for the time being she had succeeded in keeping him there...
emotion_facepalm
Once again, Plushie found herself trapped inside something. This was becoming wretchedly familiar and it was as horrible the second time around as it was the first. Although, this time she had some toys to keep her company, which was a small comfort, but a comfort none the less. She listened as Zero Omega moved further and further away, leaving her there in the graveyard, trapped in the large red sack. "I've got to get out of here... I've got to stop him... I've got to make him believe again..." Plushie said to herself as she frantically felt around the toys. Her scepter, you see, was lying uselessly in the snow outside. Not good.
She felt around, using her hands to determine what each toy was -- it was dark in there, of course. Her hand touched a hard, rough object and, after further inspection, she determined it to be a plastic dinosaur. A moment before she had planned to drop it and continue her search, her hand ran down the length of his tail, which ended in a point. This might work! Plushie wiggled around within the toys, doing her best to get some leverage. Pushing the point of the tail into the sack, she pushed and pushed, trying to put as much force and weight against it as possible. At first, nothing happened, and so she pushed harder and harder still, wiggling to and fro. Then it happened... crehhgck!. The sack ripped and the tail jutted out.
Woohoo! Plushie wiggled it around, making the hole as big as possible before putting the dinosaur toy down and putting both her hands through the hole. She gripped the sack and pulled, and pulled, and pulled, ripping it bit by bit before finally, at last, the side tore completely, and she toppled out into the snow. Seeing Zero Omega a ways off, Plushie immediately grabbed her scepter and ran after him. Although I'm writing this... I can't tell you what was going through her mind... but in the next moment she had taken a flying leap through the air, with an "AAAAAAAH!" cry, and landed right on Zero's back!
He yelled with surprise -- I'm not entirely convinced that even he didn't think it might have been some graveyard ghoul -- turning this way and that in an attempt to shake off whatever was on him. Plushie hugged his back in a piggyback fashion, wrapping one arm around his front to hold on. "You're not going anywhere until you believe in Santa again!" She told him firmly as he spun and twisted and shook. Stubbornly refusing to let go, Plushie gripped more tightly, "You're not leaving! You won't ruin Christmas! You need to believe in Santa!"
Well, for the time being she had succeeded in keeping him there...
emotion_facepalm
