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Post by The Warden on Apr 1, 2011 22:37:36 GMT -5
I've been writing a Superjail fanfic with my good friend Ultra and I felt like giving you guys a part of it - being the first chapter. It's kind of a complicated story, but if anyone has any questions just ask! Warning: involves slash and language...and violence lol. I'll be posting a link to the fanfiction site I have this story on as well after I post this first chapter. Let me know what you guys think! What Is Real Chapter 1: Warden's head felt heavy, but his body also felt light as a feather. It made it hard for him to move. Thinking was nearly impossible. Without his glasses again, all he did was fumble on the ground until he inched his way into a corner and pressed back against the cushioned wall. He couldn't even escape into his mind with whatever shit those damned doctors put in him. Warden would sometimes see glimpses of his colorful world, but they must have just been memories trying to break free from the cage the drugs made of his mind. He could only hum a familiar tune to himself, the words lost to him while he unsuccessfully tried to wiggle his arms out of his straight jacket. They hadn't been happy about his attempt to escape last time. He was still being punished for it. He snorted, not really caring. He could barely feel a thing right now, nearly numb. It was always so cold in the room, like it was snowing. Maybe it was snowing. Everything was so white. Warden blinked his eyes slowly, but he still couldn't focus them. Not without his glasses. Jeff spoke with the Twins...Jared conspired with the Doctors...They chattered and screeched like bats, bouncing from ceiling to wall in bursts of yellow and orange, settling and conversing, whispering, traitors. Jeff finally left them, his steps carrying him across the wall, spiraling, each step a shimmer of illusion before he crouched, screaming, a monster, bulging eyes and fangs, a smile and a gentle touch. "WARDEN! WARDEN! YOU'RE BACK! SUPERJAIL IS- David, do you know who I am?" The Twins cackled, watching them both carefully, fingers curled over their chins as they pondered the fate of Warden's world. "Sir...SIR SUPERJAIL-Are you listening?" Jeff was quiet, thoughtful, the world stilling around him for a moment before he looked back at the Twins, remorse, regret, vengeance rage hatespitelustfearanxiousscreaming "I'm sorry." Warden shook his head, dizzy and confused. He didn't know what he was seeing anymore. The voices were conflicting - wasn't the medication supposed to make it stop? David-David, who was David? His name? Yes- maybe...no, no, his name was Warden. Father named him that...right? Didn't he call him something? Been so long...a hundred years. Where was he again? "J-Jared?" he half mumbled, eyes still trying to decide what they were seeing. "What did...you do now?" He frowned, wondering what it was this time the midget accountant was apologizing for. "Get Jailbot...to fix it or something, m'tired." He squinted his eyes, unsure now if he was really speaking to Jared at all. His form was larger - by larger he meant taller. That wasn't...normal...but the mustache...he smelled like Jared. Warden shivered, wishing he could move his arms to rub his own shoulders. "Be useful and g-get me a blanket, or something. It's freezing in here," he snapped, his voice still unsteady but not cracking as much. Jared grabbed David's collar, shaking him desperately. "THERE IS NO JAILBOT! THERE IS NO ALICE! Warden, you've been with us for two years," Jeff said quietly, sadness apparent on his ridiculously large forehead. Jared's face formed in the wrinkles, screaming screamingscreamingscreaming "DAVID DAVID DAVID IT'S ALL A LIE. I've been asked to do something...Very strange...BUT I'M NOT SORRY, HAHAHA." Jared twitched, looking back up to Jeff. David, Warden. He got closer, snakes bleeding from his nose, hissing like Medusa, getting closer and closer and closer and...stillness...clarity and stillness. The blank white canvas oozed color, yellows, oranges, purples, Jared kneeling on Warden's desk, hands fisted into his collar, kissing him desperately. "I love you, Warden...I love you...I love you," he kept stammering, repeating it like a chant, holding onto Warden like he'd been gone too long. Warden's head didn't feel at all as heavy as it had been, but he still couldn't manage to move his arms as freely as he wanted them too. Shoving Jared off was harder than he thought it would be. He squirmed, furrowing his brow in confusion and irritation while he muffled a "What the fuck, Jared?!" He'd been kissed before by the Mistress, though through most of it he had been having a panic attack. He wanted Alice, not that whore - now this? He'd seen enough of Jared's desires in his Dream Machine. Oh God he hoped this was a nightmare. Wake up Warden! David! His head was spinning again and he shut his eyes tightly. He knew the colors were back, he could see - but was he really seeing anything at all? But- he felt real...Jared...Jeff...that wasn't in his head. He wasn't. He almost felt like clinging to that, to keep himself as sane as he could get. Warden found himself clutching at Jared, his body shaking. "W-what's happening?" he demanded, voice cracking and desperate, eyes searching. He felt like crying, but going into a further fit of hysterics would be very bad for him right now. He went with breathing. Jared felt Warden fighting with himself, and felt him give up and just cling. He'd never felt so strong in his entire life. He hugged Warden close and fixed his hat on top of his head. "S-sir-" Jared stuttered, pressing his lips back against Warden's. He drew his shaking fingers over the back of Warden's head, keeping them just a bit closer for just a bit longer. "Please, War-War...Please let this be t-true," he stammered against the other man's lips, his heart pounding through his chest. Jared was sure Warden could feel it. He hoped the other man couldn't taste the liquid courage on his tongue as he pushed the kiss further, desperate for more now that he had the Warden, actually had him. He was so tired of dreaming about this...This solid feeling, the warmth emanating from the Warden who clung to him like a wet cat. "I love you." He said again, pulling Warden closer with his fingers dug into the skinny man's jacket. Warden's small protests were muffled into a whimper. He felt his chest and stomach tighten, this unfamiliar yet familiar feeling confusing, exciting, and scaring him all at the same time. His eyes fluttered open, at first expecting to see a padded cell, but he was still there. Still with Jared. Still in his office. He could just cry from relief. He was crying, actually, but he didn't care. Warden just held on, emotions twisting up in him and then spiraling. Had it all been some twisted nightmare after all? If this was a dream, he feared if he woke up he would actually go mad. He wasn't crazy. Superjail was real. Jared was real. He is right here. He thought to himself, trying to keep his breathing normal. Warden didn't understand though, or maybe he did. Jared loved him? Really? After everything? He kind of knew about Jared's feelings, he damn well witnessed it, but it was strange....when did Jared get all this confidence? "J-Jared," he cleared his throat, moving his head to look up at the accountant since he was sitting up on his desk. "Have I been missing...or something?" There were so many blank spots in his memory. It continued to frighten him. He wanted answers. Jared's eyes were red from sleep deprivation and long, long lonely nights filled with thought. "You've been gone for years," he said, his voice a bit deeper. Alcohol changed him in so many ways. Maybe his confidence was all in his head. Maybe Warden saw through...It didn't matter. "You'd come back for a week, but you just weren't yourself!" He said, fixing Warden's clothes in a very uncharacteristically motherly fashion. He stopped and held Warden's face. "Hold onto me again," he said, needing to feel that power, like he was actually strong, useful, desirable. He changed his position on Warden's desk so he had his feet around Warden's chair, keeping him close, trapping him with his long legs. Long legs... Warden tried to keep focus, but it wasn't right. None of this was right anymore. Everything had been almost perfect - now- now...something was wrong with Jared. It wasn't Jared...wrong. His eyes searched frantically for answers until he decided to shut them tightly and flail out in order to shove Jared - or whoever this thing was, off of him. "STOP IT! GET OFF OF ME!" he yelled, tears streaming more freely. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Wake up WAKEUPwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup! Jared looked shocked for a moment, but grabbed Warden's wrists, trying to calm him. "Warden! Warden listen to me...Listen, please," he begged. Alcohol changed him, made him better at everything. Maybe it was all in his head, maybe Warden saw through..."It doesn't matter, see? It's you...It's all you. You're changing me. Like you change Superjail when you feel like it. It's your magic," he said, his stutter gone, his hands getting bigger and stronger. "You finally feel like you need me like you need...Alice," he said a bit bitterly. "See?" he showed, spreading his arms for Warden to see. Warden tried to stop himself from shaking, swallowing a frustrated sob while he forced his eyes to open again. He was still in Superjail. There was still Jared...but...It -it-it made sense. The way he explained it. Magic, magic can work like that. His magic. Of course. Right. He was just doing it subconsciously. Warden nodding quietly, wiping at his face and making himself calm down - but for the life of him he couldn't stop fucking shaking. And he hated it. Hated it. So much. The only sign of warmth was coming from Jared -and even though he was acting different, looking different, it was still Jared....so he hoped. Warden held onto him again, burying his face into his chest. "I don't...I don't know what's going on anymore..." he said weakly, hearing his own voice tremble like he was a little kid again. His father never wanted anything to do with him when he cried. Jared pet the back of his neck, his other hand rubbing circles into the Warden's back. "It'll make sense soon. I promise. And I'll always be here for you." The scratch of his voice had softened, becoming a bit deeper and a bit more pleasant to hear. Maybe it was the pride he felt flooding in him, proud of himself for finally being a man. He kissed Warden's temple and held him tightly. "Me, Superjail, Alice....We'll always be here." He gently moved Warden's head back and smiled, kissing his lips softly, his desperate need for the other man's mouth vanishing to a gesture of comfort and assurance. Warden closed his eyes, his vision blurry from the annoying tears. He still found the kissing strange, and he could taste the alcohol on his lips. Opening his eyes again, he rubbed at them with his hands before getting some of his composure back. He looked around the room then back at Jared...new Jared, he guessed. "How is Superjail? What happened while I... disappeared?" Again, but he didn't want to get into the Time Police. "Oh sir! It was horrible! We had a war with another dimension, we all almost got killed!" He wished Alice had been killed, but he probably would have gone insane without her monotonous voice telling him to keep it together. He almost saw what Warden did in her, but flushed that thought away, hugging Warden tighter. "We barely survived and managed to rebuild the damaged parts of Superjail, and now that you're here you can patch up the dimensional rift!" Warden's eyebrows furrowed, concern etching his features while Jared held him. He rested his hands on his accountant's arms while he frowned, looking over at the side. "I don't think...I can do anything right now, Jared," he said quietly. "Wherever I was...it drained me. I can hardly move." He chewed his bottom lip, eyes still searching the office for any signs of this being a lie. He didn't hope for it, but he was scared that this was fake again. He couldn't handle it if it was. "You said I came back before and wasn't myself. What was I like?" "Sir, it was like you were a ghost! Just a shell of your former exuberant self!" Jared chattered, giving Warden another hug. "We're so glad you're back, sir. Now Superjail can go back to normal, and we can all live happily ever after!" Jared suddenly jerked his head back to the door, Rowan standing there, monotonous as ever. "Warden's back." She said flatly. Jared 'pfft'd' "I know that, Alice. He's right here! In my arms!" Alice 'humphed' and slammed the door. "Faggots." "Happily ever...after?" Warden had to raise an eyebrow at that and gave Jared a look like he was insane. He blinked and watched as Alice appeared and left. He hadn't seen her in...he couldn't remember how long it had been. "Alice..." he reached a hand at the door before letting it fall to his side with a sigh. "And Jailbot? He's still here?" "Well, we had some trouble with Jailbot. Seems like only you know his off command! So he's in the basement's basement's basement. We all hope he's lost." Jared said, ignoring the hopeful look Warden was giving the shut door. He tried to bring that romantic attention back to himself with a little squeeze. Warden frowned, not liking the sound of what happened to Jailbot. He would deal with it when he felt more like himself. Then he could talk to Alice...maybe get some private time so they could catch up and - Warden stopped, interrupted from his thoughts by Jared's hug. This was a problem. "Uh...Jared...?" he looked up at his accountant, patting his chest lightly while he laughed a little uneasily. "I'm still tired. Had a crazy day, you know. I think I need some rest. We can, uh, talk some more tomorrow." Jared's arms fell from around Warden and landed at his sides. He knew he should have locked the door...Alice was ruining everything again! "Do you want me to send in Alice to tuck you in? Read you a bedtime story? She only knew you were gone because I TOLD HER!" Jared shouted, pushing Warden's chair away to set his feet on the floor. He stomped out of Warden's office, slamming the door and nearly bumping into Alice. "Watch it, squirt." "SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH YOU TRANNY." Alice paused, sunglasses pointed vaguely in Jared's direction. "I'd switch to decaf." She said before turning and walking away. Warden stared at the door, blinking slowly. He sighed again, running his gloved hands down his face before crossing his arms. "Well, I'm back in Superjail....but everything's..." he frowned again, biting his lower lip. "Jared's seriously out of it. I should keep my distance from now on," he said as he got to his feet, using his cane to balance himself while he walked out of his office, heading to his room. "I should have asked him about the twins," he muttered, closing the door behind him. Site: www.fictionesque.com/profile/Luuk/#fics
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Post by Dr. Frank-N-Furter on Apr 1, 2011 22:47:20 GMT -5
OH. MY. GAWD.
That was AMAZING. 0_0 I seriously loved the writing in this. The whole thing is just...made of so much win.
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Post by The Warden on Apr 1, 2011 22:50:25 GMT -5
Thanks so much! I had a lot of fun writing it with my friend. There's about eight chapters right now available. Chapter 9 is in the works. xD There are two chapters that are tad naughty, just a fair warning. It's Chapter 3 and Chapter 7. >>;
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Post by The Warden on Apr 7, 2011 15:54:01 GMT -5
Chapter 2 Alice was at the Warden's door the next morning, unshaven, but with the customary lipstick and sunglasses. She didn't bother knocking and came right into the bedroom. "Sir, it's five AM. Time to get to work," she said gruffly, before turning and slamming the door shut behind her. Jared's wake up call was far less polite. "You have math to do. Or some shit," Alice said, via an inmate let loose in Jared's bedroom. Jared recognized the inmate immediately. "Jailbot! Warden! Help!" he squeaked, even though he knew no one could hear him. Jackknife laughed and shoved Jared out of the way before jumping out his window, falling five stories before a pterodactyl picked him up and whisked him away from Superjail. Jared sighed. Warden would probably want to spend another trillion or so dollars upgrading Jailbot's camouflage drives to hunt the inmate down. Jared begrudgingly got dressed, pulling on his brown suit, rubbing his face before setting a pair of black glasses high on his nose. He left his room with some semblance of dignity, glared at Alice as he passed her, and locked himself in his office. Warden had gotten himself dressed, still feeling odd. He was back in Superjail and he had expected things to be different, but it still didn't feel as right as it should. He sighed, grabbed his cane, and walked out. He needed to get Jailbot fixed if what Jared said was true...and fix that dimensional portal problem. "Where the hell could that be?" he muttered to himself, thinking about asking Jared - but they hadn't exactly left on a good note. Alice, then! He found her after a few minutes of searching and caught up. "Alice! You look stunning, by the way," he added quickly, smiling. "Jared said something about a dimensional rift that needs to be fixed. Where might that be?" "It's all over the place," Alice said flatly, wrestling an inmate. She broke his neck before wiping sweat from her forehead, standing. She looked down at Warden silently, either done talking or expecting him to move. She finally groaned and pushed Warden out of the way, going through the door behind him. The Twins were watching this on their screens. They could see the rifts, the pockets of dimensions ripping inmates apart and leaving others retarded and drooling. They laughed. "This should be most interesting," one said. "Most interesting indeed," the other agreed. They twined their fingers and started smashing buttons on the huge panel before them, ripping apart the pockets and releasing monsters into Superjail. Jared was furiously working away at a bottle of whiskey before he heard the commotion outside, screams of peril and the like. He sighed, wondering if Jailbot got loose. He stumbled to his office door and looked up. "What the fuck!" A huge screaming tentacle picked him up and ripped him in half like he was nothing. The Twins frowned. "Oops." They quickly regenerated another Jared and locked him in his office, protecting him from the monsters outside. "What the fuck is going on!" Jared squeaked, running to his window, watching all sorts of huge and tiny terrible beasts rampage through the yard, tearing apart inmates like dandelions. "Alice wai-" too late, the door was slammed. He frowned, crossing his arms before he really looked around the place. He stepped over the dead inmate and stared up at the chaos happening in the ceiling. "People really need to learn not to take me out of Superjail," he muttered before letting out a yelp when something huge and deformed fell in front of him. It looked ready to pounce...or something. "Oh god, I gotta find Jailbot!" He ran from it, holding onto his hat while the thing chased after him. He felt around in his jacket for some kind of beeper, finding it and turning it on. "Come on, Jailbot, you have to hear this," he prayed, finding himself in a dead end. "Fuck." Warden turned around, cane in hand defensively. He was not a fighter. He made Jailbot for a reason. He was too weak by himself. "All right, you freak of nature...let's end this." That didn't sound as threatening out loud than it did in his head - a shaky voice didn't help his confidence. The mutated monster roared, spitting gunk at him. "Euugh, gross! At least keep me clean when you kill me!" Jailbot burst through the ground, picking the beast up and tossing it away, sending out it's tentacles to pick up Warden for an awkward, squishy robot hug. " " Jailbot snuggled for a second before putting Warden down and going after the rest of the creatures, beating or killing each one. Alice reappeared at some point, grabbing Warden. "You should really close the rift," she said, their faces so close together it could have meant anything, but she dropped him before the temptation grew. She then had herself waist deep in a monster, ripping it apart with her bare hands before she looked up, glasses reflecting light, shining in Jared's eyes. Jared banged on the window. "I'd help if I could!" he yelled at the glass, but Alice couldn't hear, and she continued devastating the monsters around her. Jared groaned and brought his chair up to the window, watching the carnage, elbow on the sill, chin in his hands. "How can I compete with that?" he asked himself. "R-right," Warden cleared his throat, glad Alice had dropped him before she could see his blush. Pulling himself together, he held up his cane again, turning the tip into a large hand as it reached up to a part of the rift in that area, pulling it shut as it sealed over. "One area down," he said triumphantly. But Superjail was huge. How many were there? "This...is going to take all day," he sighed. "Jailbot! I need a ride!" he called, waving him over. "Take me to all those spots so I can fix this damned mess." Warden could feel most of his magic returning, along with his confidence. He still wondered, however, where The Twins were...or if they had anything to do with it. He had a strong feeling they did. But that was another thing to deal with. Right now he had this to finish. On top of Jailbot, Warden set off to fix the chaos erupting throughout Superjail. [/b]
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Post by Dr. Frank-N-Furter on Apr 7, 2011 16:00:37 GMT -5
XD Poor Warden...wow, this sounds even more stressful than a regular day of work, somehow. @_@
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Post by The Warden on Apr 7, 2011 16:05:03 GMT -5
it gets so much worse later. xD Chapter 4 Jared hicoughed, the whiskey bottle falling from his hand as he tried to lift his head, his eyes bloodshot, saliva sticking to his nose and mustache. He nearly fell out of his chair, miserableness taking him over. He looked at the clock, and looked outside. Morning already? His voice nearly hurt inside his own head. The jail was full of sleepy pterodactyls, some cuddled up with limbs or living inmates, snoozing peacefully. Jared scowled and flung open his office window, throwing his whiskey bottle at the closest snoozing couple, smacking the dinosaur on the head, waking the beast. Jared almost instantly regretted it, but his hang over just made him angry. "You're a dinosaur! You have no business here!" Jared yelled at it, waking the rest of the dinosaurs who looked up sleepily at their agitator. The inmates were woken by the shifting pterodactyls and instantly panicked, realizing where they where and what with. Chaos once more. Warden woke up to the sound of chaos going on outside. He winced, his body feeling strange as he tried to get out of bed. He ignored the sight of Jailbot as he hurriedly got dressed without thinking of just making his clothes appear back on. "I have to think of something to make this stop," he said to himself, leaving the room to head to his office. He needed to find out where the hell these dinosaurs were coming through to get here. Jared was caught up in the talons of a pterodactyl, being carried off. He screamed and screeched and vomited, trying to bite the things ankles to let go of him. It was carrying him to something that looked an awful lot like a port-a-potty. It swooped into the tiny half shack and the entire thing disappeared, Jared as well. Warden fixed his hat and used his cane to keep his unsteady balance. He still didn't feel right and kept himself out of the chaos as much as he could while he tried to bring himself into different parts of Superjail. "There has to be a source the Twins are using. If I could find it and close it I'd at least get a break." Alice and Jailbot were on the field, battling the dinosaurs, ripping them to shreds. Inmates got caught in the crossfire, but that happened all the time. Even Jackknife could be seen bounding between the winged beasts, though it looked like it was more for his personal enjoyment then doing anything productive. The Twins appeared by Warden's side, watching the carnage. "Ooh, some one got lucky," they said without looking at him. "Too bad Jared isn't here to see this." They slyly looked over at Warden without turning their heads. "Where is Jared?" "I have no idea what you are talking about and how should I know? I have an entire jail to save right now. I don't have time to worry about one single person. Now get the fuck out of my sight," he snapped, hurrying past them when he felt a presence of another rift not too far off. For once, it seemed, the Twins listened and disappeared, though having them out of sight was almost more dangerous. The teletoilet sized rift suddenly burst open, throwing out hundreds of different types of hungry dinosaurs and showing Warden the way in. The Earth on the other side of the portal was jungle, hot, humid and filled with plants and bugs twice the size of Warden. The sky, however, blazed a deep gold, a second, red sun in the sky above the yellow one. The Warden saw through the other side and was glad to have at least found the cause of his recent trouble. He didn't feel right about closing it just yet, however, as if something important was out there. No way in hell was he going to go out there alone, but he couldn't leave Superjail without Jailbot or Alice. Frustrated, he kicked the teletoilet. "This is complete bullshit! Can't one thing go right today?!" His eyes widened as he formed a grin. A clever idea popped into his head. He hurried off once more to create something quickly. A Miniature robot much like the kind one would see on Mars was thrown into the rift. Warden held the remote and wore goggles over his glasses, giving him the perception of the robot. "If there is something of importance out there I can easily find it and get this over with." The pterodactyl that held Jared prisoner had carried him not to far away and was trying to feed him to her young. Jared screeched angrily, beating off the first young dinosaur, vomiting, and fending off the second, screaming like a warrior the whole time. Warden used a radar system he added onto the robot. If there was something that should not be there, it would find it. As he sped through the terrain he spotted a red blip up high but the robot couldn't get a further reading. He sighed. "Might as well check it out." He activated the flight mechanism and set it off in the direction. He thought a head as usual and planted laser guns so it could fend off the dangerous creatures. If he created Jailbot, he could create more efficient things. He just had the doctor usually make his ideas real for him. Warden was still a little rusty in design, but so far this thing was getting the job done. He stuck out his tongue in concentration, eyes narrowed. "Come on, where are you..." Jared caught sight of the little Warden shaped robot and gave the pterodactyl a heroic punch before flailing at the robot. "WARDEN! WARDEEN!" He yelled at it, getting his head pecked by the hungry birds. "It's a meteor!" he said, pointing at the red sun. "I can see that, Jared!" Warden snapped over the transmitter. He actually hadn't known until Jared pointed it out, but he wasn't going to admit that. Pressing a button on the remote, the robot grabbed Jared by the ankle while another robot arm beat the pterodactyls to death. Warden directed the robot to return with Jared dragging with it. "How the hell did you even end up in that place?" Once he got the accountant out of there, he closed the rift before the meteor fell. He let out a sigh of relief before crossing his arms and glaring at Jared. "You are so lucky I thought there was something in that place I needed. Otherwise I would have closed the rift with you inside." Jared was still grouchy from his hang over and threw up, barely missing Warden's shoes. He almost cheered up at being 'needed', but threw up again. Warden grimaced, lifting his foot and backing up so Jared's spew wouldn't splash onto his nice clothes. "What the hell, Jared? What's wrong with you?" He looked a little worried. Jared had mentioned before that he had gotten back into drinking. "I have the stomach flu, sir. And your methods of rescue aren't really gentle!" Jared explained, standing, holding his stomach and trying to figure out an explanation for his bloodshot eyes. "Uh-huh." The Warden didn't exactly look convinced but he didn't press the matter further. "Whatever the case, just get some rest. Alice and Jailbot can get rid of the rest of the dinosaurs so things should be fine later. I don't want you working on anything when you aren't in your right mind." Jared nearly snapped something back about Warden never being in his right mind but shut his mouth. "Yes, sir," he muttered, feeling every muscle droop with exhaustion, emotionally and physically. He slunk away to his office, passing Alice and Jailbot as they fought over who got to kill the last dinosaur. He wound his way through the maze of a ship and finally stumbled into his office, picking up a bottle of scotch and taking it to his tiny bed, nestling with it like a teddy bear as he tried to get some sleep. Warden wiped his brow, glad that the problem was over with for now. He felt his stomach grumble and decided to head down to the cafeteria for some food. He hadn't eaten at all yesterday. Hopefully the rest of the day would be relatively "normal" by Superjail standards. The disgusting lunch ladies brought out a fine lunch for the Warden, setting out all sorts of meat (presumably from the dinosaurs, a money saving tip from the sleeping accountant) and a few little sprigs of vegetables here and there for garnish. "Sir," they grumbled. Warden gave a slight nod of thanks as he tied a napkin around his neck before he began to eat. It was a hell of a lot better than that damn institution gave him. The new meat really wasn't half bad. Good thing they had plenty left over due to the massacre. When he was done, Warden walked back to his office, stretching a little before sitting down at his desk and propping his feet on top of it. "Feels good to be in control again," he said happily to himself. The Twins chose this time to appear, sitting on Warden's desk. "How did you like today's adventure?" they asked, surveying the bloody mess outside still being cleaned up. Of course they had to come in to ruin his mood. He rolled his eyes, sitting up. "You know the answer to that so I'm not even going to bother saying it. Get out of my office." "Mm, maybe we should go talk to Jailbot's memory processor." The Twins giggled together. "I'm sure it would make for an entertaining movie night." Warden narrowed his eyes. "What are you two going on about?" God, he hated them. The Twins looked at him, almost startled. "You don't remember?" They giggled again, knowing something Warden didn't. "Remember what?!" he snapped, his voice raising. Warden was getting sick and tired of their games. He was supposed to be running the show, not them. The Twins clapped their hands and Jailbot came running, covered in dinosaur. He was clearly embarrassed, though, when he saw Warden had witnessed how easily he obeyed the Twins. He settled on the floor in Warden's office and tried to turn off. The Twins stopped him, though, pulling open his front panel to reveal a screen. They pressed a bunch of buttons and Jailbot nearly burned through the floor with embarrassment as his second last recording was played, the Warden being taken by his silvery tube arms. The Twins giggled and nearly shoved Warden's face in it. "Aren't you glad we gave your precious Jailbot some new lines of code?" Warden caught himself, his face starting to turn red when he saw the footage, but his embarrassment didn't stay long. He was beyond angry with the Twins now. First, they wrecked Superjail, then they torture his accountant, then they mess with /his/ robot and invade his privacy. Warden quickly turned around, landing a punch directly into one of the Twin's face fast enough that he couldn't teleport away. "YOU FUCKING BASTARDS-" he nearly screamed, the rest of his words literally censored in his own world while he kept beating the crud out of at least one of the damn freaks that did nothing but drive him mad. The other Twin watched with a silent, morbid stare as his brother was beaten the snot out of. Jailbot growled and picked up the Twin that wasn't being beaten and beat him up, thinking it would make the Warden less upset with him, thinking this was all his fault. Eventually Warden stopped, his rage dissipating as quickly as it came. He blinked, as if he didn't even know how he got in this situation. He pulled off of the bloody twin and wiped his gloves on his jacket. He turned and saw Jailbot and called it off. He knew he hadn't killed them but he did enough damage from what he could tell. "Jailbot...take them to the Doctor, would you?" Jailbot trilled and picked up both Twins by their ankles, taking them down to the old Doctor. Warden received a call. "You want me to fix them or kill them or give them crab claws?" the Doctor asked. "Do whatever you want, Doctor. I think I'm done with them," Warden answered with a heavy sigh. "I just don't want to see them because I know I'll end up seeing red again." He needed to get a hold of one of his old DL Diamond CDs. The Doctor hung up the phone and strapped the Twin's down to two separate steel beds, though they managed to wriggle free enough so they could grasp hands. Jailbot came back to Warden's office and transformed back into a cat. He purred as he pushed open the door, but quickly morphed into a small dog, laying on his belly submissively, looking for forgiveness for the recording what had happened between them the night before, and for making Warden beat up the Twins. Warden sighed as he glanced down at the morphed Jailbot. "I'm not mad at you, Jailbot. It wasn't your fault. They messed with your programming. I'll fix it for you later. I have a headache," he muttered, rubbing his temples with his hands - gloves still stained with blood. Jailbot turned back into a little white metal cat, resembling one of those hairless cats, thought without skin, either. He crawled up Warden's lap, headbutting his belly before kneading him, purring and looking up at him. Warden smiled briefly, patting him on the head before buzzing Alice. He wanted to see how bad the body count was. He would have to bring a lot of people back from the dead tonight, he imagined. Alice answered from the shower. "Yeah," she said gruffly. "Oh, sorry, Alice - I didn't realize you were busy. I'll make it quick, eheh," Warden cleared his throat. "What were the casualties for today? An estimated guess would be fine." "600," Alice told him, ignoring the Warden's suggestive laugh. "Is Jared dead?" "What? No," Warden answered, confused. "Why would you think that? I just sent him not to long ago to his office to get some rest. I dealt with the Twins, though. I don't think they'll be messing anything up anytime soon," he said all too happily. Alice 'Hmphed' and whispered a 'damn' under her breath before turning off the speaker, finishing her shower, ignoring the soap stinging the normally fatal bite and claw marks. All over her hairy body. Jailbot kneaded Warden's belly, purring as he clambered up Warden's form and walked across his shoulder, his little metal paws kneading tension out of them as he rubbed his cheeks all over Warden's ears and neck. Warden frowned, having expected more from Alice but the day had been off from the start. He closed his eyes, letting Jailbot knead at his shoulders. He definitely needed it. He rested his head on his arms that were folded on top of his desk. He just hoped this wasn't going to be a complete repeat of last night. Hopefully Jailbot knew better now. Jailbot thrummed happily, adapting his cat form to have a little metal tongue that he used to lick at Warden's cheek, butting his head against him. He settled finally across Warden's shoulders, his tail curling around Warden's neck loosely. Warden lifted an arm to pet Jailbot before he decided to take a short nap. If anyone needed him, he'd still be in his office.
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Post by Dr. Frank-N-Furter on Apr 7, 2011 16:24:34 GMT -5
Wow....I....wow. 0_0 ...so awesome. XD
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Post by The Warden on Apr 7, 2011 16:39:31 GMT -5
xDDD haha thank you! chapter 5 Jared woke up. It had been a month or so, he'd woken up before, but he was doing it again. The alcohol that had been stashed around his room had long since dried up, and Jared was starting to feel better. The Twins were quieter, but still causing havoc. It was indeterminable if that wasn't really all they were there for. Alice hadn't changed a bit, except when Jared walked by her, he could almost look at her without having to crane his neck. Jared wasn't sure where these growth spurts were coming from, but he didn't acknowledge them for fear that is was the Twins trying to fuck with him. He'd grown a bit of stubble to go along with his mustache, though with him looking better rested and his stress being internalized, it made him look rugged instead of dirty. He rolled off the bed, scrubbed his face, and drew his hands back to look at them. They were nearly proportional to his face. They were still small and pretty sweaty, but it was so... Jared got up and picked out a suit, letting out a disappointed sigh seeing that it was too small. What on Earth would he wear? He started sweating a bit more. How would he get to work? Do his job? Were there even clothing stores in Superjail? He swallowed his panic and called the Warden. The Warden sat at his desk, bored, chin resting on his hand when he heard the phone ring. He glanced over at it, having forgotten he even had one nearby. It wasn't like it was used much at all. He picked it up. "Hello?" he called into it, inwardly praying that it was Alice. Sadly, he knew it wouldn't be. That left Jared. Great. "What is it, Jared?" Warden tried not to sound exasperated or annoyed when he asked. It wasn't easy. "None of my clothes fit, sir," Jared answered, trying not to squeak when he talked, though he found the timbre of his voice had gotten much...smoother. He coughed, trying to clear whatever it was making him sound -sexy- out of his throat. "I don't know what's happening! Is there somewhere I can get clothes in Superjail?" He asked, keeping his panic fairly well internalized. But how would he even get to the store if there was one? Even his underwear was tiny on him. Warden ran a hand down his face. Should he even ask why Jared wasn't fitting in his clothes? The accountant certainly sounded odd, but it was obvious it was still him. "Hold on, Jared. I'm coming over to your room. I'll see what I can do." He could just conjure up some clothes, maybe some ridiculous ones just to humiliate Jared for kicks. He hadn't had a chance to do that lately. Warden was feeling a lot like himself again. He hung up before Jared could make any protests and waltzed on over to the room, knocking on it with his cave. "Open up, Jared." Jared grabbed a handful of sheets and wrapped himself in them, trying to calm his thundering heartbeat as he opened the door, his cheeks red but his eyes clear. He looked up at Warden, but only from about an inch, his massive head having shrunk to accommodate a normal sized body. He was rather thin, having grown so quickly and having been too busy to really have a decent meal dealing with the consequences of the Twins and Warden having disappeared. "Sir! Come in," he offered shakily, moving out of the way to let the flamboyantly dressed man into his office/bedroom, strewn with paper, clothes and some dishes. Warden looked utterly confused by Jared's appearance and stepped in almost warily. "You weren't kidding," he muttered, his eyes studying Jared's obvious change before he looked around the room with a distressful frown. "Haven't had time to clean, I see." He sighed, trying not to make sense of this sudden predicament and just took off his hat and pulled out a similar dress of clothes that Jared wore before, only much more fitting. Warden's size, but a little larger in case they wouldn't fit perfectly. "Did you just wake up looking like that or is there something you want to tell me?" Warden asked, arms crossed as he narrowed his eyes at his accountant. "Did you make a deal with the twins?" Jared nearly exploded just hearing the name out loud. He contained himself, and started sweating again. "No, sir, I would never!" he shouted. He covered his mouth, having expected his regular screech to come out. And, you know, yelling at your boss never ended well. His face went red and he was unsure if it would still be okay to take the clothes Warden was offering, expecting him to pull them out of reach. Jared adjusted the sheets around him awkwardly, staring around his room, doing math problems in his head. "No, you wouldn't. I doubt they'd make one with you anyway," Warden said casually, waving the suit in front of Jared. "Well? Do you want these or not?" He looked miffed that the accountant wasn't being nearly as compliant as he usually was. Then again, Jared wasn't the midget he was used to pushing around. Warden had to admit, though, he did look better like this...and sounded less annoying. He smirked slightly, finding the blush on the accountant's face amusing. Jared grabbed the clothes, holding them. "Yes, sir, thank you," Jared piped, noting how big they were. They were so much bigger then his other suit, still laid out on his bed, looking like something a very dull baby would own. Jared looked back at Warden, sweating again. How exactly did you ask your boss to "get the fuck out" of your room? "Sir, I need to get dressed," Jared said meekly, wiping sweat from his now fairly average sized forehead. Warden waved a gloved hand, unfazed. "Fine, fine, whatever. I wasn't going to stay and watch you, Jared. Sheesh," he said before walking out, closing the door behind him. He yawned, stretching a bit before he headed down to the cafeteria for some lunch. He wondered if Alice had noticed the odd change in Jared. Alice was chewing a mouthful of something that looked suspiciously like she had beaten it to death. Her glassed eyes were like the eyes of a statue God, impotent and terrifying. Every inmate within twenty feet coward over their trays. Warden got himself a tray and sat down beside her, smiling up at her. "So, how has your day been, Alice?" he asked cheerfully. So far the day was looking a tad more interesting. He took a bite of whatever it was - today's mystery meat he guessed, ignoring the taste while he waited for Alice's answer. Alice grunted in response. She could regale her adventures in the basement with the squid monster that was tearing up inmates, or tell Warden that she'd found out were the Twins slept, or a manner of things that she found out during her rounds. But she didn't give a fuck if Warden knew any of it, she didn't give a fuck, it didn't matter, and she was almost done eating. "Fine." "That's good," Warden said, oblivious to her obvious attitude towards him. "By the way, have you noticed how Jared's been changing lately? I had to get him bigger clothes. Who knew he'd hit a growth spurt at forty," he laughed. Alice had noticed something about the little accountant. He was still too skinny and short to really look at, but if he kept at it, maybe worked out about sixty hours a day for two years straight...Alice shivered, though it was barely visible. She picked up her tray and utensils, dumping them on top of an inmate that screeched in fear as she stomped out of the cafeteria. Warden blinked, watching her go. "Huh, well, whatever," he sighed, barely finishing his food before tossing it away before he headed back up to his office. He thought about checking on Jared but he wasn't the guy's nanny. Warden sat back down in his office chair and tried to plot something clever to do for the rest of the day. *** Jared had gotten himself into the new clothes. They fit a lot better then Jared would have guessed, though they sagged awkwardly in a few places on his boxy body. He liked being in clothes again, though, and sat at his desk, his mind wandering as he got his work ready for the day. He tried not to think about how much taller he was, or how Warden had given him this suit, or that Warden had seen him basically naked (though wrapped head to toe in bedsheets), but on the last thought his mind wandered. He tapped his pencil against his desk idly, cheek in hand, misty eyed, the snug pants on his legs getting snugger, the Warden's hands unwrapping the sheets like present paper, his purple leather gloves finally meeting Jared's skin, exploring his chest. As Warden's hands got lower, Jared forcibly shook himself from the daydream and buried himself in paperwork he didn't really need to do, red faced and sweating. "What are you up to, Jared?" came the Warden's voice behind him, looking over him at the untouched papers. Warden had grown bored in his office and had entered Jared's without even announcing himself. Hell, he didn't even use the door. He tapped the accountant's now normal sized head with his cane. "Hey, you okay, buddy? Have you been drinking again?" He raised an eyebrow. Jared jumped out of his skin, his skeleton letting out a panicked scream and tumbling to the floor in pieces, his skin stuck to the ceiling like tacky party streamers. Warden looks unamused as if he'd seen this a bout a hundred times. "Really, Jared, shouldn't you be used to this by now?" he sighed, putting the accounted back together effortlessly before taking Jared's seat at his desk, propping his feet up. "You need to relax, honestly. Don't you still have Mr. Diamond's CDs? Stop letting them collect dust." "That guy was a menace!" Jared snapped, hand clutching his chest. He sat back down opposite of Warden, though his eyes couldn't meet the man in purple's. "Sir, what are you doing in here?" he asked, finally looking at the Warden. "I got bored. That and I'm a tad curious about your sudden change," Warden shrugged, folding his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. "Alice isn't much of a conversationalist lately and it's not like Jailbot can talk. I should probably work on that." Jared made a lovely comment about Alice inside his tightly shut mouth. "I haven't changed," Jared muttered, figuring denial would be the best way to stay this way. Just ignore it and it won't go away, right? That's how things seemed to work at SuperJail. "Uh-huh." Warden didn't look convinced but he let it drop. As amusing as panicky Jared was, he'd rather not pick up the pieces again. He frowned, thinking back at the place he had been held at for so long. "Jared, were you there at any point in time?" He should know what he was talking about if he was. For some reason, Warden felt there was a connection with the doctor at the asylum and Jared, but he didn't know why. "There?" Jared asked, his entire face looking like a confused dog's. "You mean where you were?" he asked, fingering the sleeve of his suit jacket. "No, sir. None of us knew where you were. But I..." His face went hot again, remembering the day the Warden had reappeared. "I was in your office when you started coming back," was all he said, wondering if his head was going to burst into flames of shame again. Warden snapped his fingers, sitting up. "That's right, I remember that now!" To an extent. He rubbed his chin in thought. "I guess that makes sense. I was seeing two people at once. I still don't know how I got there in the first place, though. But I don't have to worry about that again," he said confidently, leaning back in the chair again. He faintly remembered Jared on top of his desk and saying strange things, though. Something about love. He shrugged it off. Jared looked like he might cry until the Warden just brushed it off so casually. So that was that, then. He squirmed awkwardly in his seat, feeling like he was wrapped in sheets again, and instead of unwrapping him, Warden was making out with Alice. He didn't mention that he had been in the Warden's office, drinking and...smelling his clothes. Jared shut his eyes, willing the memory of the smell to leave him and his now straining erection alone. Warden glanced over at Jared, looking slightly concerned. "You all right?" The accountant looked more sweaty than usual. "You aren't still sick, are you?" He did not need him sick on the job again. There was tons of papers on his desk after all. They had to be important for Superjail. Probably all the ideas the Warden had before he vanished. "I was never sick," Jared snapped rather bitterly, but it scared him. He sunk lower into his chair, really wishing he had left his stash of alcohol intact. "Look, sir, I'm really busy-" he said in a little voice. Warden crossed his arms, not at all pleased with Jared's behavior. "Then if you aren't sick, what's wrong with you?" He narrowed his eyes at him, much like a glare, especially when Jared had pretty much told him to leave. He was fed up with how everyone was acting around him lately. He was not taking this from Jared of all people, either. "I'm in love with you!" Jared finally barked, angry and hurt. Upon realizing what he said he visibly tried to protect himself from getting hit or yelled at or just...hurt. His entire head was beet red and it traveled down his neck with every throb of his heart beat. Warden stared, his face blank at first until he let those words sink in. The scene from before resurfaced and he frowned, brow furrowed in all seriousness. When he really thought about it, Jared's behavior recently made more sense now. "I don't see what the big deal is, Jared," Warden finally said, standing up and picking up his cane. "Who isn't in love with me? There's nothing wrong with that, it happens to everyone," he said casually while heading back to the door. If Jared wanted him out of the office, fine. He'd find something else better to do. Jared face palmed. He turned in his chair, his big hands on the back of it, normal sized pleading eyes in a normal sized blushing face. He almost opened his mouth, almost asked, but sat back down, playing his fingers nervously in his lap. Of course Warden didn't love him back. That much was obvious. Warden looked back at Jared one last time before he shut the door behind him. He rubbed his forehead, sighing again. That man was difficult. He better get his work done. So much for amusing himself for a few hours. Maybe the twins interfering more often wasn't such a bad thing at this rate. It didn't feel right without him witnessing carnage. He yawned, slinking back to his office.
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Post by Dr. Frank-N-Furter on Apr 7, 2011 17:07:34 GMT -5
Aw....poor Jared. But still, so well written! I loved this chapter! XD
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Post by The Warden on Apr 7, 2011 17:16:44 GMT -5
You'll feel worse for Jared in this chapter. xD Warden is ruthless in this. Warning for language and some adult content but no sex or anything. chapter 6 Warden sat down next to Alice as always, though he didn't look as ecstatic as usual. The food looked worse than it did at lunch time. So not romantic. He should really get that fixed. He sighed, poking at the green ooze with his fork. He wasn't expecting Jared since the accountant had been sulking in his office for who knows how long. Warden had sort of been doing that, but he sulked /around/ Superjail at least. "This has got to be the most boring day in history," he muttered. Alice grunted in some sort of agreement, tossing back her own green sludgy...stuff like a champion. Or, well, like she always did. Jared's stomach grumbled noisily. He groaned and lifted his head from the puddle of drool it'd been laying in. He looked at all his paperwork, neatly filled out, stacked and ready to...Jared groaned again, looking away from the tidy stack of work he'd finished in a flurry of adrenaline brought about by the emotions he was trying to block away. The rest of his bedroom/office was dismal at best. He'd have to clean that, too. But for the first time in weeks his body actually demanded food from him. He looked at a clock by his bed, squinting to see it properly and groaned. Everyone would be at dinner now. Even the Warden. But his stomach raged at him like a woman scorned and he patted it. It nearly bit his hand off. Alright, fine, fine. He got out from behind his desk and made his way to the cafeteria, getting his tray of slop and looking for a seat. Of course once he looked around, every inmate took up as much space as possible and laughed at him. Although the table of trannies and known gays were patting seats beside themselves enthusiastically. Jared almost considered it. He set his tray down in front of Alice and Warden with a sad little 'clink' and sat down without looking up. "Well, look who decided to leave his little hovel," Warden said, a tad surprised to actually see Jared. He smirked, an idea forming. He really had nothing else better to do and teasing Jared was always fun. Warden finally used his spoon to scoop up some of the green slop and without really looking at it, slipped it in his mouth. Jared would have to eventually look at him and the way he was slowly licking off what was left of the spoon. Too bad the slop wasn't white. It was salty though. Jared did happen to glance up, mostly to look at Alice with a mixture of scorn, jealousy and longing. His eyes happened to land on Warden and his entire face beamed red like he'd just been burnt. He quickly shoved his face back to his food, though he found the hunger that had been barking at him in his stomach had moved lower. His face went even redder as he dared a look back up to the Warden. Warden was trying so hard not to burst out laughing as he bit his lip to regain his own composure. This was just too damn easy. Honestly, when was it not hard to torment Jared? Warden kept a suggestive expression while he scooped up some more, this time licking it clean off. He didn't even look at Jared, knowing that would just give him away. He didn't want this game to end just yet. Jared watched, entranced, his hands slipping from the edges of the table to his lap, resting on his thighs. God, he was almost trembling. He tried to remember the last time he'd felt like this. Not aroused, that was basically any time he was alone with the Warden. But like he actually -needed- to touch himself. This changed to when he had actually really last touched himself, and quickly rounded back to the way Warden's tongue moved on that goddamnfuckingAlice. Spoon, on the spoon. Warden continued, purposefully getting some on the side of his mouth before he licked it away with his tongue and made a happy little sound. From the corner of his eye he could see Jared's reactions and felt quite proud of himself. Jared was hopelessly attracted to him. It was cute. Jared wasn't sure if his face could get any hotter. His fingers twitched wantingly towards his own groin, but he was surrounded by inmates, and the Warden was looking -right at him- with that stupid fucking -spoon- in his mouth instead of Jared's -stupid fucking cock.- "Sir.." he croaked weakly, or he thought he did. It came out rather baritone and demanding. It sort of scared Jared. "Hmm?" Warden answered. He took the spoon out of his mouth slowly, licking his lips as seductively as he could. He wondered how long it would take for Jared to break and give himself away. Jared suddenly felt utterly trapped. His boss had chosen the worst time to come onto him. Why hadn't this happened five hours ago when they were alone? Jared hadn't been nearly as terrified of his erection then. But now, he couldn't do anything. If he tried to escape, everyone would see it. If he didn't move, he might stand a chance, but he also might bust a load in his pants if the Warden tried to do anything else. He started getting sweaty, trying to figure out how to make this situation any better. Alice watched Jared squirm with a secret pleasure, though her mind was on him with huge, bulging muscles, worshiping her shoes. In fact, that's what she thought of when she looked at anyone. Except the Warden, but she happened to catch what he was doing to Jared and almost, almost, almost smiled. This harassment was almost worth it. Warden went on with eating when Jared didn't say anything, but his methods continued to be suggestive, especially when he decided to move to what appeared to be something close to pudding. It was the pathetic dessert, but it did taste better than the green stuff. "Mmm." Warden's tone continued to be suggestive as well, his tongue rolling across the head of the spoon, eyes half closed. He could do this all day. Why hadn't he done this sooner? Jared's hand shot across the table, grabbing Warden's wrist and successfully gaining the attention of nearly every living person in the cafeteria. Jared was shaking, his fingers white around Warden's suit sleeve. "Sir," he said again, low and demanding. He wasn't sure whether to tell him to stop, or go, or to just take him right then and there. That thought scared him, of leaping across the table and fucking the Warden right then and there with everyone watching them. But it thrilled him e- "WARDEN!" he cried hoarsely, panting. He slapped a hand over his mouth, breathing loudly from between his fingers and only managed to tear his eyes away from the growing wet spot on the groin of his pants to look up in terror at the Warden. And the rest of the inmates. And Alice. Smug, stuck up Alice. Warden hadn't exactly expected that kind of reaction, but he cracked a grin nonetheless. He would have clapped if Jared didn't have such a tight grip on his wrist. "You okay there, buddy? You look a little flustered." Oh, he was such a dick sometimes. All the time. He almost felt bad for Jared. Almost. "Looks like you spilled a little something on your pants," he added casually, trying not to snicker once he started biting his lip. Jared flushed with humiliation, the tips of his ears burning all the way to his toes. He couldn't seem to get his hand off of his mouth or Warden's wrist, and just sat there, watching Warden trying so hard not to laugh and feeling -sick-. He started to sweat and shake again. He was already getting hard again. He panicked, on the verge of tears. It was the abuse. It was always the abuse. He suddenly tore his hands from Warden and his mouth and ran screaming from the cafeteria, up a zany flight of stairs and into his office, slamming the door shut and barricading it, panting and wiping his face. The entire cafeteria burst out laughing, which caused hearty back slaps, which caused knife fights, and before any one knew, there was a full blown riot. Alice didn't have time to laugh as she got to work kicking ass.
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Post by The Warden on Apr 7, 2011 21:38:35 GMT -5
Chapter 7 can be found here ------> www.fanfiction.net/s/6869073/7/What_is_RealIt has some naughty naughty happenings near the end so I can't post it here. XD I don't know who to feel worse for. Jared or Warden. >__>;
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Post by Dr. Frank-N-Furter on Apr 7, 2011 21:47:16 GMT -5
BLEH, I CAN"T READ THE NEXT CHAPTER CUZ I'M ON MY EFFIN' SCHOOL LAPTOP. DAMN. But...wow. Man, the Warden is such a jerk. XDDD
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Post by The Warden on Apr 7, 2011 21:52:11 GMT -5
OH NOES! And yeah, he is a jerk. xD he gets what's coming to him in the next chapter, too. Hmm, maybe this site will work on your school's computer? www.fictionesque.com/fic/3414/What_is_Real/chapter:7:3 copy and paste it because it is stupid and won't include the seven >>
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Post by Dr. Frank-N-Furter on Apr 7, 2011 21:55:33 GMT -5
Bah, nope, it still won't work. I hate filter systems so much. >:I Ah well, I guess I'll have to wait till tomorrow. XD
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Post by The Warden on Apr 7, 2011 22:04:25 GMT -5
Aw xD I could post it here real fast and delete it after you read it. >>;
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