Hey der, girls and boys.
Err not much to speak of this week, been really busy as you can expect for someone who is a professional waistrel. Mainly been out of commission due to life getting in the way or this fucking chipper whether. If only I lived in a damp drafty castle I wouldn’t have to worry about getting dehydration headaches, maybe just gout or scurvy or something.
Been hard at work with the old serial killer book, lots of fun. Doing some savage ass reviews. My fucks have well and truly given out when it comes to inkitt stories. I’m just so fucking sick of reading romance and erotica novels, jesus christ!
Anyway, the new book is going great, having a lot of fun with, like a kid in a freaking candy store, still zucced so no facebook but hey they just buffed my favourite deck in Gwent so now I’m unstoppable haha. Which is good cos I still suck at friday the 13th despite paying full price for a game with only one mode that’s full of noisey twelve year olds who are ten times better than you.
So, you know, the usual, I’d complain but who would listen haha?
Also I went on another really cool zombie podcast called Zombie Anonymous and honestly, not shitting on the other podcasts I went on but this was the most laid back and fun I thought. Don’t get me wrong, those other podcasts were great but I really got to verbally shit post in this one and had some fun talking about the second book and it seemed to go down well. Eh maybe it was just me.
Anywho, without further waffling here is the next chapter for your eyeballing pleasure.
Hyperlink below to the full thing as per.
“I think we should be heading back to the convention centre now Mr Fuzzles, it’s getting dark, the streets aren’t safe.” Sparkles said in her sweet high pitch Saturday morning cartoon character voice.
“Ok sparkles, let’s walk back together, it’s not too far and it’s a shaping up to be a beautiful night.” He smiled with his voice and cocked his arm for her to loop her hoof in the crook of it.
The sun was on it’s last legs now. Only a tinge of orange left in the dark blue sky drawn over the winter wonderland. Bovarian style houses and storefronts dusted with pure white snow. The cars passing petering out as everyone sought shelter in their homes or strip clubs. The wind was picking up and it was bone bitingly cold.
“Freaks!” “Stay in the circus!” A guy in a trucker cap said as he sped past in a red pickup.
“Do you think they were talking to us?” Sparkles said coyly.
“No, I don’t think so” Mr Fuzzles said as he shrugged cartoonishly. “Let’s head back to the convention centre before it gets too dark.” He said tugging at her white hoof. Out of nowhere a big gulp cup tossed from a passing car hit him in the stomach spreading an almost luminous blue slush over the white part of his costume.
Mr Fuzzles padded the growing blue stain on his purple costume and looked up at the car speeding away and said “Eh hey sorry, you spilt your drink, I guess”.
“Come on Mr Fuzzles we’ll get you cleaned up back at the centre” Sparkle said tugging at his fuzzy purple arm.
“Ok” He said.
They started walking back. A little bounce in their step as they retraced their route which was pretty much a straight line from the centre along the main road out of town. The main high street was lined with touristy shops and diners. They hadn’t strayed too far so before they knew it they were in front of the familiar centre again. Oddly though it seemed a lot quieter and there didn’t seem to be that many lights on.
Mr Fuzzles tried the front entrance of the convention hall tugging at it, it rattled but wouldn’t open. “That’s weird” He said.
“Is it locked?”
“What’s that smell?” Sparkles said swiping the air theatrically.
Mr Fuzzles cupped his hands and tried to look through the glass doors but couldn’t see much, it was dark inside.
“What can you see?” Sparkles brushing up against him.
“Erm, everyone’s lying down I think?” He said blushing.
“They all went to sleep on the floor?” She rose up in a cartoony shocked gesture.
“I dunno”. He shrugged.
“Well wake them up, I’m not sleeping out here, it’s too cold for a unicorn.” She said shaking Fuzzles shoulders.
“Hey let us in! Wake up!” The giant purple cat said as he batted the glass door with his soft paw. He pressed up against the door and started to shake it to see if he could force it open, straining. It started to give way with some effort and he breathed a sigh of relief wiping his furry brow. He hadn’t budged the door much, it was still really dark inside and there was no movement. The space in the door was maybe a couple of inches wide and that smell was even stronger leaking out.
He looked over at Sparkles and she seemed to be upset, her hooves up on her hips.
“Well?” She said.
He went back to the door, and started to push it more “It’s stuck on something” He strained. With great effort, huffing and puffing and probably a gallon of sweat soaking into his costume. He opened up a gap large enough for them to squeeze through
He took a step back to pant and put his paws on his hips waiting for a round of applause or a kiss or something. Turning triumphantly to Sparkles who was looking inside cautiously.
“Well?” She said standing over him.
“Uhh?” He said catching his breathe bent over with his hands on his knees.
“Are you going in?” She said in her little voice.
“I dunno Sparkles, it’s kind of dark, what if I fall, I don’t know where the light switches are, I might get lost. I think we should just go.” Sparkles was hoofing around in her little sparkly purse as Fuzzles rambled to himself.
“Here” She said as she hoofed him a small pen torch. “I’m not sleeping in my car in this weather.”
“Err thanks.” Fuzzles said.
“Always be prepared” She said as she posed cockily.
“Errr” He said stalling.
“So, go on, I’ll be right behind you, you’ll be my shining kitty in furry armor” She said getting a little excited. “If we stay out here we’ll freeze to death for sure.”
“O-k” He said confidently, his chest swelling with bravado.
He clicked the torch on and started probing the dank heavy dark of the convention centre.
The small torch poked at the darkness, showing them little more than a peepshow of nothing much but an empty room with eggshell white walls.
“Lets go, I’m cold” Sparkles whined and bounced up and down behind the back of her Kitty in shining armour.
“Ok” He swallowed loudly as he started to push through the small gap in the door of the convention centre.
He forced his way through, popping out on the other side a slight ripping noise cutting the silence of the musty room.
“Oh crap” Mr Fuzzles said.
“What is it?” Sparkles said as she followed gracefully behind popping through the door with a practiced wiggle.
“I ripped my costume” Fuzzles said as he looked down the torch clutched in his fuzzy mitt. He probed the cut with the light and tutted. “I need to get to the sewing kit in my room” He said dejected.
“Err Mr Fuzzles?”
“Yeah, what is it?”
“Are you touching me right now?”
“Oh ok, erm…”