This choice: A mysterious short, small, strange-looking being. • Go Back...Chapter #6A mysterious short, small, strange-looking being. by: Comiccow6   Your eyes widen in shock at the sight of the man looking up at you. At least, you think it's a man. He's about two feet tall, has one eye, two noses, and a bright blond soul patch underneath his chapped lips. The man snapped his suspended straps, and starts to talk in a peppy southern accent. He jumps up to look you in the eyes. "Well howdy there! My name is Alistair Holemepper! Who might you be?"
All you can do is blink, unable to process the strange sight before you. You shake your head to see if the man disappears, to no avail. "My name is-" you say, still unused to your new voice. You cough, and try to deepen your voice. "My name is Tommy."
The short man snaps his fingers and does a strange little jig. "We'll hoo-boy, Tommy sure is an ugly name for such a pretty girl, don't you think?"
You frown, and try to fold your arms. Still unused to your new breasts however, your hands fumble, and you let them fall to your sides. "Look, Al, I don't-"
"Alistair Holemepper, please! Don't make me say it again," he laughs cheerily, bouncing up to meet your height.
You pinch the bridge of your nose. "Yes, okay, Alistair Holemepper." You bend down on one knee, partly to meet him face to face, and partly so he'll stop jumping. "Because you're about as strange as everything I've seen in my-" You pause, unsure of what you just said. "Everything I've seen in Tammy's house," you emphasize, "I'm going to ask if you have anything to do with these holes."
Alistair continued bouncing up and down, giggling as he did. "Well of course I do! My name is Alistair-"
"Alistair Holemepper, yes!" you shout. "We all know that your name is Alistair Holemepper!"
"That's my name, don't wear it out!"
If this man didn't have something to do with these strange holes, you swear you'd strangle him. "Look," you say, trying to control your temper, "if you know about these holes, then can you help me get back to my own world? You know, where I don't have-" You gesture at your breasts, still uncomfortable with acknowledging them directly.
The short man once again laughs his grating laugh, and taps you on the nose. He opened his mouth, and got ready to speak.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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