Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31073921-20170202153809

“Ahoy Matey!” Screamed Captain Peter, and Micheal woke immediately. He looked at his bubbler, and saw only 3 bubbles. “What the heck Captain! It’s only Bubble 3!” Michael mumbled half-asleep. Captain Peter put his foot on Micheal heroically and said “Yes, but Micheal! Look at the sky! I can just feel that Chatterbox is near!” He pushed his foot down kicking Micheal off of his bed. He looked at the sky, it was a dark purple mixed with red. “What is your deal with Chatterbox Captain?” Peter smiled at sat on the carbon desk. “Well, when I was but 98, I commanded a small navy across the cotton sea. We were attacking a small island, but it all changed. Chatterbox jumped out, and blew his blowhole, firing the Chomping teeth everywhere. They attacked my crew, and with a massive jump, he smashed the deck instantly, and only me and the first mat lived. He returned though, spearing my first mate with his bony horn. I saw the eye of ‘im, and he smiled with those teeth and swam off. I got a picture around here…” Peter pulled out a disturbing red and blue photo of a narwhalish creature, with big denture like teeth. “Well captain, I guess we should --” Peter put on a broad smile and hollard “SET SAIL!” Micheal was about to object, but Peter wouldn’t hear it, and dragged him up on the boat. Peter was a broad man in a pirate outfit, while Micheal was wearing a casual white shirt and jeans. They had been searching for Chatterbox for 12 years. Anyway, they set sail, as mentioned, and Micheal exclaimed “Umm, the cotton’s real choppy today!” Peter looked over and gasped. “THAT’S NOT COTTON, THOSE ARE MOUTHBALLS!” 

The repulsive beings ate threw the rock boat quickly. Peter grabbed his acid gun and fired at the mouthballs. They screeched, and he ran to Micheal. “GET     THE     EARPLUGS”. They quickly grabbed them and plugged them in, to avoid their eardrums bursting from the hollars. The mouthballs shrunk, and dissolved into yellowish-greenish pus, letting the horrid sounds stop. “Are they dead?” Micheal asked after a few minutes?” Peter shoved his ear plugs deeper in and immediately froze. He popped his ear plugs out and started to singing an old eighties song. Micheal froze knowing what must've

been there, and started to sing eighties pop songs too. A cottonrider rose above the ship, the height of 12 Mouthballs. 

The creature couldn’t see humans singing Eighties pop, because it emerged at the time. The rider moved closer to Peter, and his voice grew higher and higher pitched. Suddenly, a harpoon shot in its head. It shrieked and melted like the Mouthballs, galloping like a dog away. Peter slid down with the acid gun, and saw a puddle of the liquid and a harpoon out of it. Micheal grabbed the spear and loaded it. They kept sailing, and Peter was sure that chatterbox was near, with all of these monster around. For a few bubbles nothing happened, then a toothpickr appeared. The toothpickrs are mostly harmless, unless they get close. 

It crawled on the ship, and Micheal ran back. Peter grabbed a sledgehammer, and smashed the toothpickr instantly. He set the hammer down, knowing he might need it soon. They sailed until it was Bubble 13, and the sky went down to greyish blue. The cotton sea grew dark, and the three moons slid out of hiding. They were about to head back when a sound like cry sent from hell was heard. Peter froze and whispered “She’s here.” He grabbed the harpoon and scanned the sea. Chatter box flew out from the sea, and blew the Chomping teeth out of his blowhole. 



<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Peter fired his harpoon, making a direct hit into Chatterbox, but he didn’t slow down. He ran back, but got impaled. The gore flew everywhere, and Peter started to choke. Chatterbox slid his horn back, and left Peter there, shaking. He looked at Micheal, who had froze, holding something that looked like his liver. Chatterbox then jumped and bit at Peter, only leaving his boots with his feet still inside. Micheal stood there confused, until he felt a sharp pain in his leg. A chomping teeth was biting at his leg. The toy kept biting, as Micheal screamed. He felt the agonising pain of skin and muscle being torn, until he heard the crunch of bone, and it bit his leg clean off. He grabbed the Sledgehammer and smashed the toy to plastic. More chomping teeth crowded Micheal, and he shot the acid gun at them. The teeth shook it off, unharmed and charged. He grabbed for the hammer, but a teeth jumped up and bit his middle and pointer finger off. They crowded around him, mutilating his body. Chatterbox looked at the ship, and smiled a toothy smile.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">This is the first draft, its obviously not finished. Tell me what you think so far, and yes this is in the Dark Humor contest. <ac_metadata title="DH Contest (Unfinished) - Chatterbox"> </ac_metadata>