Post by Roxie ! on Oct 15, 2007 16:10:22 GMT -5
Fankies Tesseh! And xDDD niiiice Torneh. Anyway. OH MY GOD YOU GUYS! After this, there is only one more chapter. The epilogue! I'm like, gonna cry, I've got tears coming out of my nose!...Yeah, weirdness. Sorreh. I had to quote teh Legally Blondeness somehow.
Chapter 15: Pointless Goodbyes much?
“Nobody knows the troubles I’ve seen.” Lineh muttered dully. Oh yes, we’re back with more of Lineh’s Corner.
“So this is it?” Torneh looked around. “This place needs a paint job.”
Lineh blinked. “Torneh? Who sent you here?” She asked in surprise.
Torneh scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t Lineh’s Corner feature a special guest?” She asked impatiently, grabbing a soda(See? I resisted the Pittsburgheese. Could’ve said pop. Could’ve said soda-pop. But I didn’t.) and sitting down.
”Yes,” Lineh responded slowly, putting on a pair of glasses as she read her show’s schedule. “But…today’s guest was supposed to be Levi.”
Torneh grinned. “He wanted to stop to audition for America’s Next Top model. So I’m here instead.”
“Oh.” Lineh looked rather blank. “Okay then…what do we do now?”
“It’s your show!”
You guys should let me interview you.
Lineh looked around in alarm. “Wha?! Who said that?!”
It’s me. The anonymous voice.
“You were supposed to call me last night!” Hissed Torneh angrily.
And who might you be?
“Oh…” Torneh blinked several times. “Wrong voice. Heh.”
Anyway…would either of you care to sum up last chapter’s events?
“I wasn’t really paying attention.” Torneh looked around shiftily.
“Well, Roxie was gettin’ all angstified. What else is new?” Lineh pointed out. “And…those annoying musical characters came back again. Skystar was being evil, a scary angry mob formed…Pete Wentz…Pete Wentz again…and there was something about a rabid guy and Dawny getting some new shoes.”
…Close enough. And what will happen this chapter?
“That’s private information! My client does not have to answer that.” Torneh’s sudden business-like tone startled everyone.
“It’s alright,” Lineh sighed calmly. “They’re about to find out anyway. Torothy is locked up because of the whole house-falling incident,”
“Nobody tells me these things!” Torneh exclaimed.
“And Roxie won’t let her go. And the bitwitch-hunters are getting closer. And Dawny finally gets those new shoes, and arrives to save the day, or something. Happy now?”
Tickled.
“Can we go back to the Torothy being locked up thing?” Torneh cut in with a frown.
Until next time…
“NO!”
On Lineh’s Corner!
“WAIT!”
-Fade to black-
“…Cheese nips.”
The castle was silent, save for the muffled sobs of Torothy and her doggeh, Gumbo. Roxie paced around, occasionally glancing out the window. In the distance, tiny flickers could be seen, the torches that marked the bitwitch hunters’ approach. But what did she care? She had insurance. As Torothy gave a particularly loud sob, Roxie just about snapped. “For Pete’s sake, stop crying!” She snarled in exasperation.
“Um…no.”
“Did somebody call my name?” Pete peered in.
“You’re not supposed to be here yet!” Lineh snapped, kicking him out.
“If you ever want to see your dear Auntie Em and Uncle whats-his-name again,” Roxie threatened ominously. “You’ll get those ruby slippers off your feet!”
“But Dawny told me—“
“Is Dawny your mother?”
“…Not that I’m aware of.”
“Then take them off!” Unwilling to take any more, Roxie whipped around and stormed away. “Little brat,” She muttered under her breath. “Taking a dead woman’s shoes; she must have been raised in a barn!”
“I resemble that remark!” Torothy sniffled.
But Roxie was too distracted to answer, seeing as a little flying squirrel had just scampered up to her. “History!” Roxie squealed, delighted to see her favorite squirrel again.
“It’s Chistery,” Growled the squirrel in annoyance.
Roxie’s eyes grew wide. “History! Did you just talk?!”
Chistery looked shifty. “Uh…squeak squeak?”
Roxie hung her head, crestfallen. Ever since she had rescued her tiny companion from Swifty’s evil grasp, she’d been trying to teach him to talk, but to no avail. “History, please, you have to at least try to speak! Other wise you’ll never lear—“ She was cut off by a sudden crashing sound. Alarmed, she whipped around.
Dawny had just broken down the door, looking rather proud of herself in her new spiffy walking shoes.
“Go away,” Roxie spat, turning around.
“They’re coming for you!” Dawny spoke briskly, motioning to the window.
”I said, go away.”
“Let little Torothy go! And her dog, Dumbo.”
“Oh no she didn’t.” Torothy scowled.
“I know you don’t want to hear this, but someone’s got to say it! They’re just shoes! Let.it.go.” Dawny shook Roxie, trying to bring her back to reality. Roxie’s eyes sparked.
“Shoes?! Where?”
Dawny sighed. This was hopeless. “Look,” She muttered, handing Roxie a small booklet. “This is a twelve-step program I took last year. Help yourself, okay?”
Roxie surveyed the booklet with a frown. “This is a ‘Wicked’ Playbill.”
“Oh!” Dawny glanced around nervously, then snatched it back. “Heheh, nevermind.”
“You’ve got mail!” A computerized voice that somehow managed to be both perky and monotone at the same time suddenly sounded. Roxie squealed. “Omigod!”
Nearly tripping over her own feet, she scuttled over to the computer…which had come out of nowhere. Things tend to do that in this story, if you haven’t noticed. Anyway, she reached the computer and opened up the e-mail. As she read it, her expression fell.
“What is it?” Dawny asked nervously.
“…”
Dawny took a step closer. “It’s Roger, isn’t it?”
Roxie paused for dramatic effect as soap opera music played in the background. “We’ve seen his face for the last time.”
“NO!” Dawny gasped. Then she frowned. “Wait…he doesn’t have a face?” Before Roxie could answer, she pointed to a different e-mail. “Hey! What’s that one say?”
Roxie followed her gaze curiously, and then clicked on the said e-mail.
“Oh,” She sighed in disappointment a few seconds later. “It’s just one of those chain-letters. It says if I don’t send it to seven other people in the next five minutes, I’m going to melt. Fat chance.”
“Yeah, fat chance, Fatty McFatty.” Yelled the mother from the ‘Let Me Borrow that Top’ video, all out of nowhere with it.
Dawny shrugged. “Those things never work,” She agreed.
Roxie suddenly stood up. “You’re right. It’s time I surrender. I give up! I’m going to Australia and joining the aboriginal kangaroo tribe. There, I shall become a dancer and float through the air…” She trailed off poetically.
Dawny stared.
“What?” Snapped Roxie defensively.
“Nothing. It’s just, I’ve never met anyone so bi-polar in my life.” She chuckled.
Roxie chose to ignore this. Walking past Dawny, she managed to get some bucket out of nowhere and fill it with water. When she was finished, she placed it on the ground and stood back to admire her work.
“Goldeh?” Dawny asked tentatively. “What is it?”
“It’s a bucket of water, silly.”
“No, I mean, what’s wrong?”
Roxie sighed, and wouldn’t meet Dawny’s gaze. “…You have to go.”
“Gee, thanks.” Dawnzz rolled her eyes.
“They can’t find you here. You have to leave.”
“No! I’ll tell everyone the truth!” Dawny promised. “Swifty and Skystar will be put in jail, and…”
Roxie shook her head. “No! They’ll only turn against you.”
“I don’t care.”
“But I do!” Awww. Look. First they were enemies, then they were friends, then they were worse enemies, now they’re friends again! …This could get confuzzling.
“Promise me that you won’t try to clear my name. Promise!” Roxie whimpered dramatically.
“Okay.”
She blinked. “Well geez, don’t try and stop me or anything.”
“Sure.” Dawny shrugged.
Roxie frowned. Awkward moment. She decided that it was time to break into song.
“I’m limited.
Just look at me.
I’m limited!
And just look at you, you could do all I couldn’t do.
Dawny…” Leaving a confused Dawny behind, Roxie turned and picked up her spellbook. “Here. Take this.”
Dawny frowned. “But I can’t read that!”
“You’ll have to learn. Because now it’s up to you…for both of us. Now it’s up to you.” Roxie sang redundantly. To put the finishing touch of cheesiness to the moment, she added, “You’re the only friend I ever had.”
“And I’ve had so many friends!” Dawny blinked innocently. “Uh…I mean…but only one that…mattered?”
“Gee, thanks, guys.” Lineh and Torneh muttered.
Now it was Dawny’s turn to break into song.
“I’ve heard it said,
That people come into our lives for a reason.
Bringing something we must learn.
And we are led to those who help us most to grow,
If we let them.
And we help them in return.”
“Who told you this again?” Lineh wondered.
“Well I don’t know if I believe that’s true.
But I know I’m who I am today…
Because I…..AHCHOO!” Dawny suddenly sneezed, accidentally rhyming. “ Sorry. Because I…saved a bunch of money on my car insurance by switching to Geico.” She finished, flashing a smile.
Roxie raised an eyebrow, but Dawny wasn’t done.
“Like a rat with an extra leg,
After a swim in toxic waste.
Like an ant squashed by a shoe
Somewhere in the woods,
Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better?
But, because I knew you…
I have been changed for good.” Dawny bowed her head.
“Gee, that was poetic,” Roxie scoffed, before realizing that everyone was staring at her now. “Wha? Oh, is it my turn? Okay.” She furrowed her brow, trying to think. “Okay, I got it!”
“It well may be
That we will never meet again,
In this lifetime.
So let me say before we part,
So much of me is made of what I learned from you,”
“Actually, your body is made up of mostly water. And in your head’s case, air.” Pointed out some nerd.
Roxie pulled out a n00b gun and shot the nerd, adding to the peaceful tone of the song.
“You’ll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart!” She continued as if nothing had happened, although Dawny was still staring in shock at where the nerd had just been.
“And now whatever way our stories end,
I know you have rewritten mine
By starting that trend.” Roxie motioned to her friend’s new walking shoes, which had been paired with that poofy Glinda-like dress. Awesome, right?
“Like a kid rushed to the ER
To get his first rabies shot.
Like a dead fish served for dinner
That no-one understood,
Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better?
But, because I knew you…”
“Because I knew you,” Echoed Dawny.
“I have been changed for good.” They sang together.
“And just to clear the air,” Roxie added. “I ask forgiveness for the things I’ve done you blame me for.”
“But then, I guess we know there’s blame to share.” Nodded Dawny.
“And none of it seems to matter anymore!”
“Wait, wait, wait.” Lineh paused the scene. “They forgive each other? Just like that?”
“Sure,” Roxie shrugged. “You might still be dead in this story because of Dawny, Lineh, but I’ve still got my Lineh plushie!” She squeezed the toy that bore almost no resemblance to her ‘sister’.
“Yeah!” Dawny grinned. “And I didn’t like Roger that much anyway. I just needed him to give me his engagement ring…because…” Her eyes clouded over. Oh em gee! A flashback inside of a flashback!
An old man with an impossibly long beard was shaking Dawny violently.
“The ring that Roger has is very dangerous, Dawneh. Keep it secret. Keep it safe!”
“But Gandalf, I just don’t understand!” Young Dawneh’s eyes widened.
“You must leave the Shire. Head for Rivendell, you’ll be safe there.” Gandalf assured her. Dawneh blinked.
“Is that near Palm Street?”
“…Yes? Now go. May the force be with you, Ms. Baggins.”
Dawny frowned as she tried to remember. “At least…I THINK that’s what happened.”
“Right. Let’s get on with it.” Lineh sighed dryly, pressing ‘play’ again.
“Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better?” The two friends were just finishing.
“I do believe I have been changed for the better.
And because I knew you…”
“Because I knew you.” Dawny gave Roxie’s pointy witch hat an affectionate pat.
“Becaaaaauuuse I knew you,”
Okay, we heard you the first time!
“I have been changed…for good.”
“Beautiful!” Sniffled some person in the audience.
Suddenly, there was yet another violent crash as someone broke through the window. It was…hold your breath…LEVI!
Levi looked around with a frown. “This isn’t America’s Next Top model!” He whined.
“Who’re you?” Dawny demanded.
“OH MY GAAAAAWWWWD!” A scream startled them all as a huge crowd of fangirls, led by Torothy, charged toward, running Dawny and Roxie over on the way.
Levi smirked and flicked his awesome hair. “It never ends.” He sighed, before leaping out the window, grabbing some random vine, and swinging away into the distance. Very smexily I might add.
The fan-girls sighed dreamily. “We love you Leviiiiiii!”
“…Ow.” The unfortunates(aka Roxie and Dawny) muttered, picking themselves up after being trampled by the rabid fans.
“That was weird.” Roxie rubbed her head.
Dawny peered around, as if afraid that the fan-girls would return. “…Yeah.”
Suddenly, a loud BANG sounded from downstairs.
“You have to go!” Roxie yelped, her eyes widening. “The bitwitch hunters are here!”
“Already?” Dawny looked panicked.
“Them, or the girl scouts again. Either way, we’re in trouble.”
Before Dawny could protest, Roxie had pushed her into a closet and ran off to face the intruders. Almost exactly after, said intruders burst into the room.
“CHAAAARRGE!” Yelled Pete Wentz, leading Torothy, the Lion, and a suspicious looking scarecrow forward.
“Oh snap!” Roxie squealed through hyperventilating gasps.
Led by instinct, Torothy picked up the –ahem- conveniently placed bucket of water and threw it on Roxie. The girl stood for a split second, dripping pitifully, before slowly sinking—seemingly into the floor!
“I’m meeeeellllllting! Nuuuuu! I only wanted looooooove!” She sobbed over-dramatically, before coughing once “CoughPLEASEDawnydontbeastupidastherestofthesepeoplesCough.”
“Oh no! Roxie melted!” Dawny sobbed.
Roxie frowned, sighed, and disappeared out of sight.
There was a long pause. Then…
“THE RANDOM BITWITCH OF THE WEST IS DEAD!”
It’s Left, dangnabbit!
Cheering, and singing “Ding dong! The witch is dead!”, the ‘peoples’ marched out of the room. After they left, a terrib-bible moment of silence hung over the room. Then, slowly, Dawny peered out from the closet.
“Roxie?” She asked tentatively. When she received no answer, she slowly walked over to the spot where only a puddle and a black hat remained. Dawny peered into the puddle anxiously. “Roxie, are you alright?”
…Well, we all have our blonde moments. I should know.
The puddle didn’t respond. Shocker.
Suddenly bursting into tears, Dawny fell to the ground, hugging the black hat tightly. “I never returned the lipstick that you were supposed to return to Lineh!” She wailed between sobs. But no one heard her cry. NO ONE. Okay, maybe someone. But she’s not telling. It’s a cruel, cruel world.
Chapter 15: Pointless Goodbyes much?
“Nobody knows the troubles I’ve seen.” Lineh muttered dully. Oh yes, we’re back with more of Lineh’s Corner.
“So this is it?” Torneh looked around. “This place needs a paint job.”
Lineh blinked. “Torneh? Who sent you here?” She asked in surprise.
Torneh scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t Lineh’s Corner feature a special guest?” She asked impatiently, grabbing a soda(See? I resisted the Pittsburgheese. Could’ve said pop. Could’ve said soda-pop. But I didn’t.) and sitting down.
”Yes,” Lineh responded slowly, putting on a pair of glasses as she read her show’s schedule. “But…today’s guest was supposed to be Levi.”
Torneh grinned. “He wanted to stop to audition for America’s Next Top model. So I’m here instead.”
“Oh.” Lineh looked rather blank. “Okay then…what do we do now?”
“It’s your show!”
You guys should let me interview you.
Lineh looked around in alarm. “Wha?! Who said that?!”
It’s me. The anonymous voice.
“You were supposed to call me last night!” Hissed Torneh angrily.
And who might you be?
“Oh…” Torneh blinked several times. “Wrong voice. Heh.”
Anyway…would either of you care to sum up last chapter’s events?
“I wasn’t really paying attention.” Torneh looked around shiftily.
“Well, Roxie was gettin’ all angstified. What else is new?” Lineh pointed out. “And…those annoying musical characters came back again. Skystar was being evil, a scary angry mob formed…Pete Wentz…Pete Wentz again…and there was something about a rabid guy and Dawny getting some new shoes.”
…Close enough. And what will happen this chapter?
“That’s private information! My client does not have to answer that.” Torneh’s sudden business-like tone startled everyone.
“It’s alright,” Lineh sighed calmly. “They’re about to find out anyway. Torothy is locked up because of the whole house-falling incident,”
“Nobody tells me these things!” Torneh exclaimed.
“And Roxie won’t let her go. And the bitwitch-hunters are getting closer. And Dawny finally gets those new shoes, and arrives to save the day, or something. Happy now?”
Tickled.
“Can we go back to the Torothy being locked up thing?” Torneh cut in with a frown.
Until next time…
“NO!”
On Lineh’s Corner!
“WAIT!”
-Fade to black-
“…Cheese nips.”
The castle was silent, save for the muffled sobs of Torothy and her doggeh, Gumbo. Roxie paced around, occasionally glancing out the window. In the distance, tiny flickers could be seen, the torches that marked the bitwitch hunters’ approach. But what did she care? She had insurance. As Torothy gave a particularly loud sob, Roxie just about snapped. “For Pete’s sake, stop crying!” She snarled in exasperation.
“Um…no.”
“Did somebody call my name?” Pete peered in.
“You’re not supposed to be here yet!” Lineh snapped, kicking him out.
“If you ever want to see your dear Auntie Em and Uncle whats-his-name again,” Roxie threatened ominously. “You’ll get those ruby slippers off your feet!”
“But Dawny told me—“
“Is Dawny your mother?”
“…Not that I’m aware of.”
“Then take them off!” Unwilling to take any more, Roxie whipped around and stormed away. “Little brat,” She muttered under her breath. “Taking a dead woman’s shoes; she must have been raised in a barn!”
“I resemble that remark!” Torothy sniffled.
But Roxie was too distracted to answer, seeing as a little flying squirrel had just scampered up to her. “History!” Roxie squealed, delighted to see her favorite squirrel again.
“It’s Chistery,” Growled the squirrel in annoyance.
Roxie’s eyes grew wide. “History! Did you just talk?!”
Chistery looked shifty. “Uh…squeak squeak?”
Roxie hung her head, crestfallen. Ever since she had rescued her tiny companion from Swifty’s evil grasp, she’d been trying to teach him to talk, but to no avail. “History, please, you have to at least try to speak! Other wise you’ll never lear—“ She was cut off by a sudden crashing sound. Alarmed, she whipped around.
Dawny had just broken down the door, looking rather proud of herself in her new spiffy walking shoes.
“Go away,” Roxie spat, turning around.
“They’re coming for you!” Dawny spoke briskly, motioning to the window.
”I said, go away.”
“Let little Torothy go! And her dog, Dumbo.”
“Oh no she didn’t.” Torothy scowled.
“I know you don’t want to hear this, but someone’s got to say it! They’re just shoes! Let.it.go.” Dawny shook Roxie, trying to bring her back to reality. Roxie’s eyes sparked.
“Shoes?! Where?”
Dawny sighed. This was hopeless. “Look,” She muttered, handing Roxie a small booklet. “This is a twelve-step program I took last year. Help yourself, okay?”
Roxie surveyed the booklet with a frown. “This is a ‘Wicked’ Playbill.”
“Oh!” Dawny glanced around nervously, then snatched it back. “Heheh, nevermind.”
“You’ve got mail!” A computerized voice that somehow managed to be both perky and monotone at the same time suddenly sounded. Roxie squealed. “Omigod!”
Nearly tripping over her own feet, she scuttled over to the computer…which had come out of nowhere. Things tend to do that in this story, if you haven’t noticed. Anyway, she reached the computer and opened up the e-mail. As she read it, her expression fell.
“What is it?” Dawny asked nervously.
“…”
Dawny took a step closer. “It’s Roger, isn’t it?”
Roxie paused for dramatic effect as soap opera music played in the background. “We’ve seen his face for the last time.”
“NO!” Dawny gasped. Then she frowned. “Wait…he doesn’t have a face?” Before Roxie could answer, she pointed to a different e-mail. “Hey! What’s that one say?”
Roxie followed her gaze curiously, and then clicked on the said e-mail.
“Oh,” She sighed in disappointment a few seconds later. “It’s just one of those chain-letters. It says if I don’t send it to seven other people in the next five minutes, I’m going to melt. Fat chance.”
“Yeah, fat chance, Fatty McFatty.” Yelled the mother from the ‘Let Me Borrow that Top’ video, all out of nowhere with it.
Dawny shrugged. “Those things never work,” She agreed.
Roxie suddenly stood up. “You’re right. It’s time I surrender. I give up! I’m going to Australia and joining the aboriginal kangaroo tribe. There, I shall become a dancer and float through the air…” She trailed off poetically.
Dawny stared.
“What?” Snapped Roxie defensively.
“Nothing. It’s just, I’ve never met anyone so bi-polar in my life.” She chuckled.
Roxie chose to ignore this. Walking past Dawny, she managed to get some bucket out of nowhere and fill it with water. When she was finished, she placed it on the ground and stood back to admire her work.
“Goldeh?” Dawny asked tentatively. “What is it?”
“It’s a bucket of water, silly.”
“No, I mean, what’s wrong?”
Roxie sighed, and wouldn’t meet Dawny’s gaze. “…You have to go.”
“Gee, thanks.” Dawnzz rolled her eyes.
“They can’t find you here. You have to leave.”
“No! I’ll tell everyone the truth!” Dawny promised. “Swifty and Skystar will be put in jail, and…”
Roxie shook her head. “No! They’ll only turn against you.”
“I don’t care.”
“But I do!” Awww. Look. First they were enemies, then they were friends, then they were worse enemies, now they’re friends again! …This could get confuzzling.
“Promise me that you won’t try to clear my name. Promise!” Roxie whimpered dramatically.
“Okay.”
She blinked. “Well geez, don’t try and stop me or anything.”
“Sure.” Dawny shrugged.
Roxie frowned. Awkward moment. She decided that it was time to break into song.
“I’m limited.
Just look at me.
I’m limited!
And just look at you, you could do all I couldn’t do.
Dawny…” Leaving a confused Dawny behind, Roxie turned and picked up her spellbook. “Here. Take this.”
Dawny frowned. “But I can’t read that!”
“You’ll have to learn. Because now it’s up to you…for both of us. Now it’s up to you.” Roxie sang redundantly. To put the finishing touch of cheesiness to the moment, she added, “You’re the only friend I ever had.”
“And I’ve had so many friends!” Dawny blinked innocently. “Uh…I mean…but only one that…mattered?”
“Gee, thanks, guys.” Lineh and Torneh muttered.
Now it was Dawny’s turn to break into song.
“I’ve heard it said,
That people come into our lives for a reason.
Bringing something we must learn.
And we are led to those who help us most to grow,
If we let them.
And we help them in return.”
“Who told you this again?” Lineh wondered.
“Well I don’t know if I believe that’s true.
But I know I’m who I am today…
Because I…..AHCHOO!” Dawny suddenly sneezed, accidentally rhyming. “ Sorry. Because I…saved a bunch of money on my car insurance by switching to Geico.” She finished, flashing a smile.
Roxie raised an eyebrow, but Dawny wasn’t done.
“Like a rat with an extra leg,
After a swim in toxic waste.
Like an ant squashed by a shoe
Somewhere in the woods,
Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better?
But, because I knew you…
I have been changed for good.” Dawny bowed her head.
“Gee, that was poetic,” Roxie scoffed, before realizing that everyone was staring at her now. “Wha? Oh, is it my turn? Okay.” She furrowed her brow, trying to think. “Okay, I got it!”
“It well may be
That we will never meet again,
In this lifetime.
So let me say before we part,
So much of me is made of what I learned from you,”
“Actually, your body is made up of mostly water. And in your head’s case, air.” Pointed out some nerd.
Roxie pulled out a n00b gun and shot the nerd, adding to the peaceful tone of the song.
“You’ll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart!” She continued as if nothing had happened, although Dawny was still staring in shock at where the nerd had just been.
“And now whatever way our stories end,
I know you have rewritten mine
By starting that trend.” Roxie motioned to her friend’s new walking shoes, which had been paired with that poofy Glinda-like dress. Awesome, right?
“Like a kid rushed to the ER
To get his first rabies shot.
Like a dead fish served for dinner
That no-one understood,
Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better?
But, because I knew you…”
“Because I knew you,” Echoed Dawny.
“I have been changed for good.” They sang together.
“And just to clear the air,” Roxie added. “I ask forgiveness for the things I’ve done you blame me for.”
“But then, I guess we know there’s blame to share.” Nodded Dawny.
“And none of it seems to matter anymore!”
“Wait, wait, wait.” Lineh paused the scene. “They forgive each other? Just like that?”
“Sure,” Roxie shrugged. “You might still be dead in this story because of Dawny, Lineh, but I’ve still got my Lineh plushie!” She squeezed the toy that bore almost no resemblance to her ‘sister’.
“Yeah!” Dawny grinned. “And I didn’t like Roger that much anyway. I just needed him to give me his engagement ring…because…” Her eyes clouded over. Oh em gee! A flashback inside of a flashback!
An old man with an impossibly long beard was shaking Dawny violently.
“The ring that Roger has is very dangerous, Dawneh. Keep it secret. Keep it safe!”
“But Gandalf, I just don’t understand!” Young Dawneh’s eyes widened.
“You must leave the Shire. Head for Rivendell, you’ll be safe there.” Gandalf assured her. Dawneh blinked.
“Is that near Palm Street?”
“…Yes? Now go. May the force be with you, Ms. Baggins.”
Dawny frowned as she tried to remember. “At least…I THINK that’s what happened.”
“Right. Let’s get on with it.” Lineh sighed dryly, pressing ‘play’ again.
“Who can say if I’ve been changed for the better?” The two friends were just finishing.
“I do believe I have been changed for the better.
And because I knew you…”
“Because I knew you.” Dawny gave Roxie’s pointy witch hat an affectionate pat.
“Becaaaaauuuse I knew you,”
Okay, we heard you the first time!
“I have been changed…for good.”
“Beautiful!” Sniffled some person in the audience.
Suddenly, there was yet another violent crash as someone broke through the window. It was…hold your breath…LEVI!
Levi looked around with a frown. “This isn’t America’s Next Top model!” He whined.
“Who’re you?” Dawny demanded.
“OH MY GAAAAAWWWWD!” A scream startled them all as a huge crowd of fangirls, led by Torothy, charged toward, running Dawny and Roxie over on the way.
Levi smirked and flicked his awesome hair. “It never ends.” He sighed, before leaping out the window, grabbing some random vine, and swinging away into the distance. Very smexily I might add.
The fan-girls sighed dreamily. “We love you Leviiiiiii!”
“…Ow.” The unfortunates(aka Roxie and Dawny) muttered, picking themselves up after being trampled by the rabid fans.
“That was weird.” Roxie rubbed her head.
Dawny peered around, as if afraid that the fan-girls would return. “…Yeah.”
Suddenly, a loud BANG sounded from downstairs.
“You have to go!” Roxie yelped, her eyes widening. “The bitwitch hunters are here!”
“Already?” Dawny looked panicked.
“Them, or the girl scouts again. Either way, we’re in trouble.”
Before Dawny could protest, Roxie had pushed her into a closet and ran off to face the intruders. Almost exactly after, said intruders burst into the room.
“CHAAAARRGE!” Yelled Pete Wentz, leading Torothy, the Lion, and a suspicious looking scarecrow forward.
“Oh snap!” Roxie squealed through hyperventilating gasps.
Led by instinct, Torothy picked up the –ahem- conveniently placed bucket of water and threw it on Roxie. The girl stood for a split second, dripping pitifully, before slowly sinking—seemingly into the floor!
“I’m meeeeellllllting! Nuuuuu! I only wanted looooooove!” She sobbed over-dramatically, before coughing once “CoughPLEASEDawnydontbeastupidastherestofthesepeoplesCough.”
“Oh no! Roxie melted!” Dawny sobbed.
Roxie frowned, sighed, and disappeared out of sight.
There was a long pause. Then…
“THE RANDOM BITWITCH OF THE WEST IS DEAD!”
It’s Left, dangnabbit!
Cheering, and singing “Ding dong! The witch is dead!”, the ‘peoples’ marched out of the room. After they left, a terrib-bible moment of silence hung over the room. Then, slowly, Dawny peered out from the closet.
“Roxie?” She asked tentatively. When she received no answer, she slowly walked over to the spot where only a puddle and a black hat remained. Dawny peered into the puddle anxiously. “Roxie, are you alright?”
…Well, we all have our blonde moments. I should know.
The puddle didn’t respond. Shocker.
Suddenly bursting into tears, Dawny fell to the ground, hugging the black hat tightly. “I never returned the lipstick that you were supposed to return to Lineh!” She wailed between sobs. But no one heard her cry. NO ONE. Okay, maybe someone. But she’s not telling. It’s a cruel, cruel world.
