Post by Killer Croc on Jul 22, 2012 19:41:11 GMT 1
For Sherry and Pete.
OOC: I had the idea for this some time ago and forgot. This is for fun and we can post any time as it has nothing to do with the regular plot at all. Here is a brief storyline to follow a bit.
ivyjoy.com/fables/hansel.html
IC:
“Peek-a-BOO! Hand over the goods, an’ I won’t EAT YOU!!”
Casey snarled popping his head into a food truck alongside the street, greeting the surprised fat man inside with a wide toothy smile. He reached his hands into the window, pulling out hotdogs, sausages and burgers on the heaters and began stuffing his face. The man backed up in the corner of the truck screaming and yelling for help. Killer Croc stuffed down everything that didn’t have cheese on it and then gulped down a big pitcher of orange slushie.
“You are ruining my business! Get out of here!”
The man yelled and sprayed him with a fire extinguisher in attempts to make him stop. The white stuff covered his face and he began to cough and choke. Wiping his face he became angry and reached in for the man, swiping and swinging. He pulled his head and arms into the truck trying to reach the man. He ripped apart the equipment trying to get to him before getting stuck. The man slipped out the back door as his truck lifted off the ground began to thrash around with an angry giant croc man halfway lodged in it.
The fat man ran out screaming for police but stopped dead in his tracks. A wave of something was coming; it was sparking, colorful and as it past everything changed dramatically. The buildings began to shape into large straggly trees and the disgusting street and walkways turned into a field. Perhaps this was even more terrifying than the large monster attacking his mobile restaurant. The man turned to see a strange house where his truck used to be. It was made of ginger bread and candy. The city was gone and in its place was a beautiful but haunting forest.
What was going on!!??
The man backed up in distressed amazement and noticed he was in different clothes; they were green tethered overalls and a tan button shirt. His eyes were wide and bright, his cheeks were rosy and he was round and jolly. He felt so weird, not like himself and why so hungry? He soon found himself nibbling on parts of the house, then was stuffing his face. He heard a window open aside him.
“Oh! HELLOOO little boy! You are so cute; Granny could just eat you right up. Won’t you come on in for a bite!”
A deep but sweet voice said and he nodded seeming in a trance. The man was grabbed from the window and pulled in. A transformed Killer Croc poked his head out of the window looking around and muttered.
“So I can cook you! EHEHEHEHE!”
He laughed gleefully and the window shut closed. He was wearing a purple lacy dress, a hell of a lot of makeup and a bonnet. He was now playing the part of the witch of Hansel and Gretel in this alternate reality. He wasn’t himself; even though he was dressed as an old woman he didn’t seem out of place but his personality and demeanor where the same. The man would never be seen again as he was baked into a pie and eaten up. Soon two others would find themselves in this strange changed world, two straggly and hungry children. Redhood and Amortus would be arriving at the cookie cottage.
OOC: I had the idea for this some time ago and forgot. This is for fun and we can post any time as it has nothing to do with the regular plot at all. Here is a brief storyline to follow a bit.
ivyjoy.com/fables/hansel.html
IC:
“Peek-a-BOO! Hand over the goods, an’ I won’t EAT YOU!!”
Casey snarled popping his head into a food truck alongside the street, greeting the surprised fat man inside with a wide toothy smile. He reached his hands into the window, pulling out hotdogs, sausages and burgers on the heaters and began stuffing his face. The man backed up in the corner of the truck screaming and yelling for help. Killer Croc stuffed down everything that didn’t have cheese on it and then gulped down a big pitcher of orange slushie.
“You are ruining my business! Get out of here!”
The man yelled and sprayed him with a fire extinguisher in attempts to make him stop. The white stuff covered his face and he began to cough and choke. Wiping his face he became angry and reached in for the man, swiping and swinging. He pulled his head and arms into the truck trying to reach the man. He ripped apart the equipment trying to get to him before getting stuck. The man slipped out the back door as his truck lifted off the ground began to thrash around with an angry giant croc man halfway lodged in it.
The fat man ran out screaming for police but stopped dead in his tracks. A wave of something was coming; it was sparking, colorful and as it past everything changed dramatically. The buildings began to shape into large straggly trees and the disgusting street and walkways turned into a field. Perhaps this was even more terrifying than the large monster attacking his mobile restaurant. The man turned to see a strange house where his truck used to be. It was made of ginger bread and candy. The city was gone and in its place was a beautiful but haunting forest.
What was going on!!??
The man backed up in distressed amazement and noticed he was in different clothes; they were green tethered overalls and a tan button shirt. His eyes were wide and bright, his cheeks were rosy and he was round and jolly. He felt so weird, not like himself and why so hungry? He soon found himself nibbling on parts of the house, then was stuffing his face. He heard a window open aside him.
“Oh! HELLOOO little boy! You are so cute; Granny could just eat you right up. Won’t you come on in for a bite!”
A deep but sweet voice said and he nodded seeming in a trance. The man was grabbed from the window and pulled in. A transformed Killer Croc poked his head out of the window looking around and muttered.
“So I can cook you! EHEHEHEHE!”
He laughed gleefully and the window shut closed. He was wearing a purple lacy dress, a hell of a lot of makeup and a bonnet. He was now playing the part of the witch of Hansel and Gretel in this alternate reality. He wasn’t himself; even though he was dressed as an old woman he didn’t seem out of place but his personality and demeanor where the same. The man would never be seen again as he was baked into a pie and eaten up. Soon two others would find themselves in this strange changed world, two straggly and hungry children. Redhood and Amortus would be arriving at the cookie cottage.
