Dr. Farthingworth yanked him back. "Are you crazy?!" he hissed. "We can't follow them like this! There are too many guards!" "Marty, I'm not leaving her with that--!" Temptation started to retort. Dr. Farthingworth shushed him and gestured to the back of the narrow corridor they were standing in. He walked over to the wall, and Temptation followed uncertainly. The alchemist stood at the blank wall and seems to grope at something for a moment. Then a door suddenly swung open, leading into a dark, narrow hallway. Temptation caught his breath. "A secret passage?" "The place is full of them," Dr. Farthingworth grunted. "What's a place for a villain like Fear without secret passages?" He cast a glance at Temptation. "I'm surprised you didn't know about them." "I wasn't exactly my uncle's favorite. He never shared stuff like this with me." Temptation peered into the pitch-black corridor. "Where does this lead?" "Just about everywhere in the mansion. They were built in case Fear had to leave in a hurry. We can follow them this way." Dr. Farthingworth stepped into the corridor. He groped around and brought up a candelabra, then lighting it with matches he had in the pocket of his lab coat. He looked at Temptation. "That is, if you're still so keen on making sure my potion worked. Which it did," he added loftily. Without a word, Temptation followed Dr. Farthingworth into the dimly-lit passage. The alchemist shut the door quietly behind them and led the way. The darkness was so thick within the corridor that all Temptation could tell about it was that the floors were made of stone and that there were plenty of musty cobwebs to walk into. He wasn't afraid of spiders, but he didn't enjoy walking through their webs nonetheless. After several narrow twists and turns in the black maze, they stopped. In the candlelight he could see Dr. Farthingworth point to something at the wall. Temptation looked and realized there was a small peephole; a small circle of light shimmered faintly against the darkness. He leaned forward and peered through it. He looked into a small, simple-looking sitting room, not quite as lavish as the other ones.
Dr. Farthingworth yanked him back. "Are you crazy?!" he hissed. "We can't follow them like this! There are too many guards!" "Marty, I'm not leaving her with that--!" Temptation started to retort. Dr. Farthingworth shushed him and gestured to the back of the narrow corridor they were standing in. He walked over to the wall, and Temptation followed uncertainly. The alchemist stood at the blank wall and seems to grope at something for a moment. Then a door suddenly swung open, leading into a dark, narrow hallway. Temptation caught his breath. "A secret passage?" "The place is full of them," Dr. Farthingworth grunted. "What's a place for a villain like Fear without secret passages?" He cast a glance at Temptation. "I'm surprised you didn't know about them." "I wasn't exactly my uncle's favorite. He never shared stuff like this with me." Temptation peered into the pitch-black corridor. "Where does this lead?" "Just about everywhere in the mansion. They were built in case Fear had to leave in a hurry. We can follow them this way." Dr. Farthingworth stepped into the corridor. He groped around and brought up a candelabra, then lighting it with matches he had in the pocket of his lab coat. He looked at Temptation. "That is, if you're still so keen on making sure my potion worked. Which it did," he added loftily. Without a word, Temptation followed Dr. Farthingworth into the dimly-lit passage. The alchemist shut the door quietly behind them and led the way. The darkness was so thick within the corridor that all Temptation could tell about it was that the floors were made of stone and that there were plenty of musty cobwebs to walk into. He wasn't afraid of spiders, but he didn't enjoy walking through their webs nonetheless. After several narrow twists and turns in the black maze, they stopped. In the candlelight he could see Dr. Farthingworth point to something at the wall. Temptation looked and realized there was a small peephole; a small circle of light shimmered faintly against the darkness. He leaned forward and peered through it. He looked into a small, simple-looking sitting room, not quite as lavish as the other ones.
Ooh, the mighty estate of Lord Fear is much deeper than it seems to be. I can't wait to continue it!
-last edited on Oct 20, 2019 4:41:18 GMT by Gnuehchcaz
Post by Gnuehchcaz on Oct 14, 2019 9:34:54 GMT
Through the little peephole, Temptation could see Joy, Greed, and Lord Fear sitting around a table discussing future plans. Temptation and Dr. Farthingworth listened in on their conversation.
"So, the plan is that after you two love birds get married, we'll distribute all the poisoned cookies to the citizens of the town, and they will all turn into Maximus Tentaculouses. No one will be able to stop us!" Lord Fear proclaimed.
"When do we leave to get married?" Greed asked. "Within the few hours, assuming all the chefs bake all the cookies and that we have enough crystals to mix into the dough." Lord Fear answered, then he continued.
"Come with me, Greed, you have chores to do." "Chores? Really, dad? It's literally the day of my wedding and you're making me do chores?" Complained Greed.
"This is all essential to making our plan work!" Lord Fear shouted. "Let's get to work. You can stay here, Joy, and admire the paintings in this room." He pointed to one at the wall next to her. "This one's a painting of my great grandfather."
"Ooh, nice." Joy replied, but she noticed that the one of the eyes looked black. She decided not to mention it.
Temptation took a big step back in shock. "I think she almost noticed me." He said, slowly crawling back to look through the peep hole.
"Have fun with chores, my lovely Greed." She said as Greed and Lord Fear left the room and closed the door behind them. Joy was now the only one in the room.
After a few seconds, she released a large breath and said to herself, "Ugh, I hate Greed! I hate Greed! I hate acting out that I love him!" Temptation let out a huge sigh of relief and leaned his head on the wall with the peephole.
"See, I told you she was faking it." Dr. Farthingworth said. "You were right. Good job." Temptation said, leaning his whole body on the wall looking at Dr. Farthingworth.
Suddenly, the wall began to move, then Temptation heard a tear, which got bigger, and bigger, and eventually he fell right through the wall, and landed backside first closing his eyes. When he opened them he could see a surprised Joy staring right back at him.
Suddenly, the wall began to move, then Temptation heard a tear, which got bigger, and bigger, and eventually he fell right through the wall, and landed backside first closing his eyes. When he opened them he could see a surprised Joy staring right back at him.
I realized I made a crucial plot mistake in my latest part of my story, mainly concerning the day of Lord Fear's plans. Please reread to make sure you have the right plot in mind. Thank you, and sorry for the trouble.
Dr. Farthingworth yanked him back. "Are you crazy?!" he hissed. "We can't follow them like this! There are too many guards!" "Marty, I'm not leaving her with that--!" Temptation started to retort. Dr. Farthingworth shushed him and gestured to the back of the narrow corridor they were standing in. He walked over to the wall, and Temptation followed uncertainly. The alchemist stood at the blank wall and seems to grope at something for a moment. Then a door suddenly swung open, leading into a dark, narrow hallway. Temptation caught his breath. "A secret passage?" "The place is full of them," Dr. Farthingworth grunted. "What's a place for a villain like Fear without secret passages?" He cast a glance at Temptation. "I'm surprised you didn't know about them." "I wasn't exactly my uncle's favorite. He never shared stuff like this with me." Temptation peered into the pitch-black corridor. "Where does this lead?" "Just about everywhere in the mansion. They were built in case Fear had to leave in a hurry. We can follow them this way." Dr. Farthingworth stepped into the corridor. He groped around and brought up a candelabra, then lighting it with matches he had in the pocket of his lab coat. He looked at Temptation. "That is, if you're still so keen on making sure my potion worked. Which it did," he added loftily. Without a word, Temptation followed Dr. Farthingworth into the dimly-lit passage. The alchemist shut the door quietly behind them and led the way. The darkness was so thick within the corridor that all Temptation could tell about it was that the floors were made of stone and that there were plenty of musty cobwebs to walk into. He wasn't afraid of spiders, but he didn't enjoy walking through their webs nonetheless. After several narrow twists and turns in the black maze, they stopped. In the candlelight he could see Dr. Farthingworth point to something at the wall. Temptation looked and realized there was a small peephole; a small circle of light shimmered faintly against the darkness. He leaned forward and peered through it. He looked into a small, simple-looking sitting room, not quite as lavish as the other ones.
Through the little peephole, Temptation could see Joy, Greed, and Lord Fear sitting around a table discussing future plans. Temptation and Dr. Farthingworth listened in on their conversation.
"So, the plan is that after you two love birds get married, we'll distribute all the poisoned cookies to the citizens of the town, and they will all turn into Maximus Tentaculouses. No one will be able to stop us!" Lord Fear proclaimed.
"When do we leave to get married?" Greed asked. "Within the few hours, assuming all the chefs bake all the cookies and that we have enough crystals to mix into the dough." Lord Fear answered, then he continued.
"Come with me, Greed, you have chores to do." "Chores? Really, dad? It's literally the day of my wedding and you're making me do chores?" Complained Greed.
"This is all essential to making our plan work!" Lord Fear shouted. "Let's get to work. You can stay here, Joy, and admire the paintings in this room." He pointed to one at the wall next to her. "This one's a painting of my great grandfather."
"Ooh, nice." Joy replied, but she noticed that the one of the eyes looked black. She decided not to mention it.
Temptation took a big step back in shock. "I think she almost noticed me." He said, slowly crawling back to look through the peep hole.
"Have fun with chores, my lovely Greed." She said as Greed and Lord Fear left the room and closed the door behind them. Joy was now the only one in the room.
After a few seconds, she released a large breath and said to herself, "Ugh, I hate Greed! I hate Greed! I hate acting out that I love him!" Temptation let out a huge sigh of relief and leaned his head on the wall with the peephole.
"See, I told you she was faking it." Dr. Farthingworth said. "You were right. Good job." Temptation said, leaning his whole body on the wall looking at Dr. Farthingworth.
Suddenly, the wall began to move, then Temptation heard a tear, which got bigger, and bigger, and eventually he fell right through the wall, and landed backside first closing his eyes. When he opened them he could see a surprised Joy staring right back at him.
"Luke!" Joy's mouth hung open. "Uh-- hi," he stammered. "Just thought I'd drop in." "Just thought you--?" She stared at him incredulously for a moment, then suddenly threw herself at him and buried him in a perfume-scented hug--awkward though it was, with him lying on his back. "You came back!" she cried, voice quivering. "You came back..." He tried to sit up while hugging her back. "Of course I did," he murmured. "I wasn't going to just leave you here." "But-- how? How did you get here?" She sat up and whirled around at the open space between the frame of the ripped painting. Dr. Farthingworth stood there from the passage with a big pout. "With my help, of course," he sniffed. "But no need to thank me. I've only risked life and limb going behind the back of Lord Fear himself for the sake of saving the world. After all, what kind of man would leave a young girl like you in such danger? Me, the the most brilliant scientist to exist in this medieval era--!" "Shut it, Marty," Temptation interjected with a roll of his eyes. "He only did it to save his own skin," he said to Joy. "The slaves have escaped, so it won't be too long until the Royal Guard are alerted. We just all have to make it to tomorrow, at least." "Then what are we waiting for?" she demanded. "Let's get out of here!" "We can't. Not yet." Temptation felt that sick feeling return to his stomach. "If the wedding is tonight, this place will be crawling with guards and there'll be half a dozen search parties for you if you disappear. We can't escape with you now." "Especially not when you're in such a large and--ostentatious-looking gown, if I may add," Mortimer sniffed. Joy's blue eyes widened despairingly. "But-- then, what's the plan?" Voices sounded from the hallway. Temptation flinched and lowered his voice. "You just have to let them take you to the church, when the wedding starts. Once there, you'll be safe from what we're about to do to this place, and I'll come and get you." Joy began to protest, but he grabbed her hand. "Do you trust me?"
"Luke!" Joy's mouth hung open. "Uh-- hi," he stammered. "Just thought I'd drop in." "Just thought you--?" She stared at him incredulously for a moment, then suddenly threw herself at him and buried him in a perfume-scented hug--awkward though it was, with him lying on his back. "You came back!" she cried, voice quivering. "You came back..." He tried to sit up while hugging her back. "Of course I did," he murmured. "I wasn't going to just leave you here." "But-- how? How did you get here?" She sat up and whirled around at the open space between the frame of the ripped painting. Dr. Farthingworth stood there from the passage with a big pout. "With my help, of course," he sniffed. "But no need to thank me. I've only risked life and limb going behind the back of Lord Fear himself for the sake of saving the world. After all, what kind of man would leave a young girl like you in such danger? Me, the the most brilliant scientist to exist in this medieval era--!" "Shut it, Marty," Temptation interjected with a roll of his eyes. "He only did it to save his own skin," he said to Joy. "The slaves have escaped, so it won't be too long until the Royal Guard are alerted. We just all have to make it to tomorrow, at least." "Then what are we waiting for?" she demanded. "Let's get out of here!" "We can't. Not yet." Temptation felt that sick feeling return to his stomach. "If the wedding is tonight, this place will be crawling with guards and there'll be half a dozen search parties for you if you disappear. We can't escape with you now." "Especially not when you're in such a large and--ostentatious-looking gown, if I may add," Mortimer sniffed. Joy's blue eyes widened despairingly. "But-- then, what's the plan?" Voices sounded from the hallway. Temptation flinched and lowered his voice. "You just have to let them take you to the church, when the wedding starts. Once there, you'll be safe from what we're about to do to this place, and I'll come and get you." Joy began to protest, but he grabbed her hand. "Do you trust me?"
Aww, this part was so sweet and so epic from beginning to end. I'm imagining Dr. Farthingworth with a German accent saying all his lines and it sounds brilliant.
"Luke!" Joy's mouth hung open. "Uh-- hi," he stammered. "Just thought I'd drop in." "Just thought you--?" She stared at him incredulously for a moment, then suddenly threw herself at him and buried him in a perfume-scented hug--awkward though it was, with him lying on his back. "You came back!" she cried, voice quivering. "You came back..." He tried to sit up while hugging her back. "Of course I did," he murmured. "I wasn't going to just leave you here." "But-- how? How did you get here?" She sat up and whirled around at the open space between the frame of the ripped painting. Dr. Farthingworth stood there from the passage with a big pout. "With my help, of course," he sniffed. "But no need to thank me. I've only risked life and limb going behind the back of Lord Fear himself for the sake of saving the world. After all, what kind of man would leave a young girl like you in such danger? Me, the the most brilliant scientist to exist in this medieval era--!" "Shut it, Marty," Temptation interjected with a roll of his eyes. "He only did it to save his own skin," he said to Joy. "The slaves have escaped, so it won't be too long until the Royal Guard are alerted. We just all have to make it to tomorrow, at least." "Then what are we waiting for?" she demanded. "Let's get out of here!" "We can't. Not yet." Temptation felt that sick feeling return to his stomach. "If the wedding is tonight, this place will be crawling with guards and there'll be half a dozen search parties for you if you disappear. We can't escape with you now." "Especially not when you're in such a large and--ostentatious-looking gown, if I may add," Mortimer sniffed. Joy's blue eyes widened despairingly. "But-- then, what's the plan?" Voices sounded from the hallway. Temptation flinched and lowered his voice. "You just have to let them take you to the church, when the wedding starts. Once there, you'll be safe from what we're about to do to this place, and I'll come and get you." Joy began to protest, but he grabbed her hand. "Do you trust me?"
"Oh yeah, it's all coming together."- Kronk. The shipper in me loves this. XD
"Luke!" Joy's mouth hung open. "Uh-- hi," he stammered. "Just thought I'd drop in." "Just thought you--?" She stared at him incredulously for a moment, then suddenly threw herself at him and buried him in a perfume-scented hug--awkward though it was, with him lying on his back. "You came back!" she cried, voice quivering. "You came back..." He tried to sit up while hugging her back. "Of course I did," he murmured. "I wasn't going to just leave you here." "But-- how? How did you get here?" She sat up and whirled around at the open space between the frame of the ripped painting. Dr. Farthingworth stood there from the passage with a big pout. "With my help, of course," he sniffed. "But no need to thank me. I've only risked life and limb going behind the back of Lord Fear himself for the sake of saving the world. After all, what kind of man would leave a young girl like you in such danger? Me, the the most brilliant scientist to exist in this medieval era--!" "Shut it, Marty," Temptation interjected with a roll of his eyes. "He only did it to save his own skin," he said to Joy. "The slaves have escaped, so it won't be too long until the Royal Guard are alerted. We just all have to make it to tomorrow, at least." "Then what are we waiting for?" she demanded. "Let's get out of here!" "We can't. Not yet." Temptation felt that sick feeling return to his stomach. "If the wedding is tonight, this place will be crawling with guards and there'll be half a dozen search parties for you if you disappear. We can't escape with you now." "Especially not when you're in such a large and--ostentatious-looking gown, if I may add," Mortimer sniffed. Joy's blue eyes widened despairingly. "But-- then, what's the plan?" Voices sounded from the hallway. Temptation flinched and lowered his voice. "You just have to let them take you to the church, when the wedding starts. Once there, you'll be safe from what we're about to do to this place, and I'll come and get you." Joy began to protest, but he grabbed her hand. "Do you trust me?"
Aww, this part was so sweet and so epic from beginning to end. I'm imagining Dr. Farthingworth with a German accent saying all his lines and it sounds brilliant.
I didn't imagine a particular accent to Marty but now I did and it's hilarious. XD
"Luke!" Joy's mouth hung open. "Uh-- hi," he stammered. "Just thought I'd drop in." "Just thought you--?" She stared at him incredulously for a moment, then suddenly threw herself at him and buried him in a perfume-scented hug--awkward though it was, with him lying on his back. "You came back!" she cried, voice quivering. "You came back..." He tried to sit up while hugging her back. "Of course I did," he murmured. "I wasn't going to just leave you here." "But-- how? How did you get here?" She sat up and whirled around at the open space between the frame of the ripped painting. Dr. Farthingworth stood there from the passage with a big pout. "With my help, of course," he sniffed. "But no need to thank me. I've only risked life and limb going behind the back of Lord Fear himself for the sake of saving the world. After all, what kind of man would leave a young girl like you in such danger? Me, the the most brilliant scientist to exist in this medieval era--!" "Shut it, Marty," Temptation interjected with a roll of his eyes. "He only did it to save his own skin," he said to Joy. "The slaves have escaped, so it won't be too long until the Royal Guard are alerted. We just all have to make it to tomorrow, at least." "Then what are we waiting for?" she demanded. "Let's get out of here!" "We can't. Not yet." Temptation felt that sick feeling return to his stomach. "If the wedding is tonight, this place will be crawling with guards and there'll be half a dozen search parties for you if you disappear. We can't escape with you now." "Especially not when you're in such a large and--ostentatious-looking gown, if I may add," Mortimer sniffed. Joy's blue eyes widened despairingly. "But-- then, what's the plan?" Voices sounded from the hallway. Temptation flinched and lowered his voice. "You just have to let them take you to the church, when the wedding starts. Once there, you'll be safe from what we're about to do to this place, and I'll come and get you." Joy began to protest, but he grabbed her hand. "Do you trust me?"
"Oh yeah, it's all coming together."- Kronk. The shipper in me loves this. XD
I know what you mean. 
Hopefully we'll still have time to write and continue this story. 
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