10-29-2017, 06:02 PM
Bob looked intently at his screen. The circuit board looked odd, like it was... drained of energy, again! He sighed. No matter how much it saved, Omnizon really needed to stop buying their car parts from knockoff voodoo wizards!
"Alright, so eh, spida-man, grab that screwdriver?" The spider did as instructed, clamping it between two legs and then holding it in its mouth. "Cut yer leg open!" The spider tilted its head, but Bob simply repeated his command. So it did as instructed, and made a small incision in its front left leg. "Alright, now hold that over the circuit board!" Again, it did as told, but was puzzled. Why did it need to be doing all this cutting? But following orders had been working out for it so far, so it complied. A drop of blood oozed out of its wound and onto the circuit board, causing the whole thing to glow red. "Lukko tarro, higinsimus corasho!" The board lit up bright blue, and a shimmering apparition rose into the cockpit of the car.
"BITCH, YOU THINK THAT KNOCKOFF SHIT GONNA WORK?!" came a voice. It was from the apparition, a cold looking hedgehog with bright purple arms. "SPIDER BLOOD DOESN'T MEAN SHIT! I WANT THE GOOD STUFF, AND IF YOU DON'T GIVE IT TO ME, YA'LL GONNA KNOW THE WRATH OF J. JAMESOON THE HEDGEHOG (trademarked and original character, don't steal)."
"Listen, J. Jamesoon, we can cut a deal. I've got a few jars of liquidized pig soul in the back. How many do you want to start our car?"
"HA! YES, I CAN DEAL!" the soul yelled, acting as though it was its idea. "IT WILL BE TWO PIG SOULS, AND..." It thought for a moment. "YOUR ARM-" it pointed at Bill-"AND YOUR LEG!"-it pointed at Bob.
"Eh... alright! Sounds like a good deal!"
Meanwhile, in the vents, the spider was trembling. It knew nothing of ghosts, or pig souls. All it knew was that its parents were in trouble-perhaps because of it. Would they scold it? Maybe. It shivered in fear, hoping it wouldn't get in too much trouble.
"Alright, so eh, spida-man, grab that screwdriver?" The spider did as instructed, clamping it between two legs and then holding it in its mouth. "Cut yer leg open!" The spider tilted its head, but Bob simply repeated his command. So it did as instructed, and made a small incision in its front left leg. "Alright, now hold that over the circuit board!" Again, it did as told, but was puzzled. Why did it need to be doing all this cutting? But following orders had been working out for it so far, so it complied. A drop of blood oozed out of its wound and onto the circuit board, causing the whole thing to glow red. "Lukko tarro, higinsimus corasho!" The board lit up bright blue, and a shimmering apparition rose into the cockpit of the car.
"BITCH, YOU THINK THAT KNOCKOFF SHIT GONNA WORK?!" came a voice. It was from the apparition, a cold looking hedgehog with bright purple arms. "SPIDER BLOOD DOESN'T MEAN SHIT! I WANT THE GOOD STUFF, AND IF YOU DON'T GIVE IT TO ME, YA'LL GONNA KNOW THE WRATH OF J. JAMESOON THE HEDGEHOG (trademarked and original character, don't steal)."
"Listen, J. Jamesoon, we can cut a deal. I've got a few jars of liquidized pig soul in the back. How many do you want to start our car?"
"HA! YES, I CAN DEAL!" the soul yelled, acting as though it was its idea. "IT WILL BE TWO PIG SOULS, AND..." It thought for a moment. "YOUR ARM-" it pointed at Bill-"AND YOUR LEG!"-it pointed at Bob.
"Eh... alright! Sounds like a good deal!"
Meanwhile, in the vents, the spider was trembling. It knew nothing of ghosts, or pig souls. All it knew was that its parents were in trouble-perhaps because of it. Would they scold it? Maybe. It shivered in fear, hoping it wouldn't get in too much trouble.