In case you don't know... I am Phoenix. I have writer's block (As usual). I can't write a story very well on my free will. So, I will get people to give me a pretty specific topic to write a story about. I just can't write romantic stories... don't ask. The first story some one posts will be the one I write about. Please don't post more topics while I already had one suggested. (Unless I disapprove of the topic) It will take me a few days for each story, I am busy with end of the school year stuff.
I wake up in a pitch black area, unable to move. "What happened?" "You got tail whipped by Voidy." "Who are you?" "You." "Me?" "Yes." "Your me?" "Yes, I'm you, your me. Your talking to yourself. Your in a coma." "Okay..." "Wait I hear something... It isn't very clear though..." A muffled voice says: "Anther un." Another voice says: "Oot cray and lay wif ih." "Lot? And Fez? Oak." "Guh nah!"
Footsteps were heard in the distance... Or right next to me, I couldn't tell. I could feel my body scrapping against stone for about an hour or only a few minutes... It all felt like a dream. All of the sudden, I was slammed into a hard, cold wall. Then something nearly crushed my foot, numbing it. "Oops!" That voice said once again, more clear now. Then my foot was moved and I then heard a slam followed by a click.
Slowly, light poured into the land of unconsciousness and I saw a man, crouched in the corner and a women, seated on a stool about five feet from the cot I was laying on. The uncomfortable bed was stuffed with hay, the pillow wasn't present. I got up groggily and looked around. I recognized both people. They were people I see a lot, Alt and Jezz.
Jezz is from Britain, she has blue eyes, brown hair (you are human here...) and a little taller than me. Alt is about the same size at me, insa- I mean unsane and is obsessed with sporks. There he was, in the corner, trying to dig his way out of an stone floor with a plastic spork.
Right then, the guy who imprisoned up, Strop (who is a ninja horse) walked by. I shuffled over to Jezz, "Here." I handed her a ninja star I pick-pocketed from Strop as he passed by. I knew she was fond of them. She beamed and tossed it. It pinged on the metal lock of our cell and... the door opened! Alt turned around and said, "Hey! My plan was working fine!" Strop turned around, as quick as the shuriken flew, and gasped. I attempted to kick him. I failed. He clenched my foot and swung me around in the air, released me and then I flew down the hall. The back of my head hit the metal bars of another cell. When I opened my eyes I noticed there was a chest. I opened it, it was full of the stuff that belonged to me, Jezz and Alt. I tossed Jezz her pouch of shuriken, I tossed Alt two titanium sporks and grabbed my flail. We had no time to put on our armor. I picked up the chest and looked around. Jezz quickly tossed two shuriken at each of Strop's feet. "Ahh!" he yelled, holding to his chest, the one foot Jezz had hit. "Run!" I shrieked when I noticed Devoidless was here too. He was behind Strop. I almost dropped the chest but still held it. We darted around, making random turns in this dark chasm until we could no longer hear them. All three of us sat down and rested. "We are safe-for now." I said. I slipped on my new steel suit. "I think I grabbed the wrong chest." I said, displaying my new armor. "Oh well." Jezz said slipping on a ninja suit, I could of sworn it was the one I saw Strop wearing. Alt put on a suit similar to mine but leather. "WHat do we do now?
The best I can do, for now. I'm sick with a fever. I figured I am taking to long so, I threw this together. I also made some sort of map.