WARNING: Long story

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CB... Fanfic I guess?
WARNING: Long story...

WARNING: Long story ahead. If you do not have about a half-hour on your hands, I strongly advise you to turn back now. Now, I present to you, the CB story!

POSTSCRIPT: You may have seen this on an old thread that died a while ago. Ignore it. Also, I'm still working out a couple kinks in the plot. I'm not done yet. Pt. 3 will be arriving. Might take a while. DEFINITELY will be shorter than this pos.

Let us begn the tale:

Act One: In Which the General Acquires a Strange Device

Who am I? Are you sure you want to know? The story of my life is not one for the faint of heart. If someone said it was a happy little tale, if somebody said I was just an average guy, not a care in the world… somebody lied. But like any other story, mine starts out at home.

    My mother was a dimension-hopping time-lord. My father was the general of the army of the Breakfast Kingdom. That left me with some pretty unusual skills. I can hop dimensions, regenerate, and I had the training of my father and his father before him and his father before him, and back, and back, and back. I was a mishmash of strange abilities.

My adventure started at age 12, year 2487. I was an an old stone bridge in the woods by my house, my feet dangling off the side. I was sitting with Jamie, a black-haired boy who has been my friend as far as I can remember. We were in the middle of a fierce debate, and I was about to push Jamie into the water.

    “I tell you,” he said, “Mjolnir can summon thunder! Sting was only used to spread butter on Lembas Bread!”

    “Ah, but does Mjolnir glow when your enemies are close by? No. It does not.” I pointed out.

    “Thor doesn’t need to know where his enemies are because Mjolnir can blow up mountains! MOUNTAINS!”

    “Tell me, Jamie, have you ever heard of the words collateral damage?”

“Good point. Mjolnir is still WAY cooler, than your stupid halfling butter knife.”

I was growing irritated. “Will you ever give up?” I asked.

“Nope! Mjolnir is cooler than Sting, and nothing you say will convince me otherwise.” Jamie said, grinning.

I sighed. Jamie’s determined, I’ll give him that, but sometimes he’s kind of annoying.  

    “Where’s Very, anyway?” I asked, looking around, “He was supposed to be here.”

    “He’s busy with violin class, but he’ll be here soon,” Jamie answered.

Very Bad was Jamie’s older brother, and had recently joined our little group. He had been a great supplier of ideas, and he had a strange affiliation for music. Despite his name, he was a pretty nice guy, and mature for his years. He had promised to meet us at the old stone bridge, but it looked like he had other plans for the time being.

“Shall we head off to the bunker?” Jamie asked. I pondered for a couple seconds.

“Will Very know where we are?” I asked.

“He’ll figure it out. He’s pretty smart.” Jamie said.

“Let’s go then!” I said, and jumped down from the bridge onto the shore. Jamie followed, and soon we came to a tunnel in the ground. We both knew the way, so navigating through the various trick passages and getting to the trapdoor was easy. When we arrived, Jamie looked up at the ceiling, skeptical.

“Through the Floor Door?” asked Jamie.

“I thought it would be fun to try out,” I replied.

“That’s OK. I don’t have a problem with it.”

I opened the trapdoor, climbed in, and helped Jamie up. The bunker was a large underground building that we found one day, and refurbished (with the help of my parents) to act as a kind of secret base. It had a lab where we conducted tests on my powers, a comfortable living room, three bedrooms, a bathroom (obviously), and a couple other rooms that aren’t worth mentioning. We dusted ourselves off, and took a look around the lab. Nothing was out of the ordinary at first glance. But then I noticed the police box in the corner.

The police box was just standing there, not doing anything. I knew what it was because we learned about them in history class. I don’t know what one was doing here, though. Jamie stared with me for a little bit, but then he began to walk towards it. I followed, but when he opened the door, I stopped him.

“What are you doing?” I yelled at Jamie.

“Going inside.” he said.

“Do you know who this belongs to?” I asked.

“No. What's your point?”

“My point is that we shouldn’t just waltz inside a random box that appears in our hidden bunker!” I shouted.

“No need to shout. I know you, aren’t you the littlest bit curious about what’s inside?” he said.

“Yeah, but do you really think that this is a good idea?” I asked.

“Good as any idea you’ve had. Come on!” He walked inside, waving for me to follow. I followed, albeit reluctantly. When I saw the inside, I gasped. There was a huge console in the center with a large tube coming out of the center. We were walking on iron walkways above a floor that seemed to be steaming. Jamie busied himself with the console, while I walked around the various rooms that branched off of the central one.

As I was walking, I came across a room full of strange objects. They were glass tubes sitting on large panels with TARDIS written across the bottom. I stared at the tubes, and called Jamie over. “What’s up?” he asked.

“I found this weird tube thing, and I think I should go inside.”

“Can’t hurt that much, can it?” he asked.

“I dunno, it’s possible. Do you know what the word TARDIS means?”

“Never heard of it. You should try going in!”

“Alright, but if I die, I’m blaming you,” I said. I took a deep breath and went inside the glass tube.

Much to my surprise, the inside of the ‘TARDIS’ mirrored that of the area I had just left, with the console in the centre and pathways the sides of it. There was one difference from the one I had just left. This one had a key on the console. I grabbed the key and stepped out of the TARDIS. Jamie was waiting with baited breath, and when he saw me come out with the keys, he started speaking frantically, “There’ssomeonehere! Gogogogogogogogo!” he said and started to shove me back in the TARDIS thing. I tried to resist, but the caught me off balance, and I tumbled backwards into the tube, Jamie right behind.

As we groggily sat up, I spotted a shiny keyhole on the console. I got to my feet, ran over to the console, shoved the key inside the keyhole, and turned. I heard a loud ‘VWORRRP! VWORRRP!’ and the floor began to shake.  I looked at the console, and saw a bunch of levers and dials, and for some odd reason, a teapot. I pulled the levers and twisted the dials, hoping to somehow deactivate the machine. No such luck. The ‘VWORRRP! VWORRRP!’ noise grew louder, and then, all of the sudden, everything slowed to a dull hum. Jamie and I both walked to the door, nearly in sync, curious to see what happened. I stared at Jamie. Jamie stared back. With a nod, we both pushed the door open. I gasped. Jamie gawked. We were in an entirely different world.

Act Two: In Which We Meet a Wolf of Ice and a Leaf of the Autumn

    The world in which we found ourselves now was nothing to like anything we had ever seen. It was a bustling and crowded garden of neon and brick. It reminded me of Coruscant from the Star Wars movies. Buildings rose up to the sky, dots against a sheet of cloudy grey. Some buildings were tall and thin, others squat and short. Each of them were glowing with light and life. The sky was a dull, cloudy grey that cast the city into a darkness lit by neon signs and streetlights.

There were hordes and hordes of people of all shapes and sizes bustling in and out of buildings and on the streets. Nobody seemed to notice a couple kids coming out of a strange tube. Now that I looked back however, the tube was gone. In it’s place was a telephone box with it’s red windows and tempered glass. Jamie and I hesitantly stepped further away, and onto the cobblestone street. As soon as we did so, we were swept away by the crowd of people heading down the street. I gripped my keys tightly before putting them in my pocket. As Jamie and I came further away from our TARDIS, I noticed a sign with the words ‘Newcomers Here!’ and ‘Nexus Welcome Center’ written in small print below it. I pointed to the sign, and Jamie nodded. We waded our way through the crowd to the building below the sign, and entered.

After we caught our breath, we looked up, and surveyed our surroundings. The inside was small, with wood paneling and contained shelves lined with brochures. As I studied the brochures, something about them struck me odd. They were all advertising for other dimensions. I had known that I had the ability to dimension hop for years, but I’d never known how to do it, or what I would do if I did. Maybe this place has something for me after all, I thought, it wouldn’t hurt to stay for a bit. There were two girls at the counter, the one at the right was carving a pumpkin, and the one at the left was doodling on a paper plate. The girl at the pumpkin was tall with long curls of red-brown hair hanging from her head, a faceful of freckles, and a look of concentration. The girl on the left was shorter, with long blond hair icy blue eyes, and a thin smile crossing her face. Jamie seemed pretty occupied with the brochures on the walls, so I cleared my throat and walked up to the desk. The one carving the pumpkin looked up and nudged the other on the shoulder. The one on the left looked up, noticed me, and hustled to put the plate away. “Hello,” said the one on the right, “I’m Autumn Leaves, but everyone calls me Autumn. How can we help you today?”

“I need to know where in the world I am,” I said, then, thinking that was a bit rude, added, “That is, if you don’t mind.”

“You’re in the Nexus, a meeting point for all dimensions. Also, technically you aren’t on any world, since the Nexus is in dimensional limbo,” said Autumn.

“Oh, sorry. I’ve never been here before,” I apologized.

“Well there’s a first time for everything!” said the girl on the left, “name’s Ice Wolf, but most people call me Wolfy. May I ask your name, stranger?”

“Waffleson,” I replied, “General Waffleson. I need a little bit of help with something.”

“What’s up?” Wolfy asked, “We are the welcome people, so it’s kinda our job to help people out. Even if they’re bonkers with a razor. Or if they have a name like Waffleson.”

“HEY!” I objected, “Not cool.”

“She insults everyone, I think it’s her way of greeting people. Don’t take it too seriously. The bad thing is, because of her habit, word gets around of the whole razor incident, and we don’t receive many customers,” Autumn said, with a small, and not very angry glare at Wolfy,  “I believe you had a problem?”

“I have no idea where I am. Well, that is to say, I know I’m in the Nexus, but I don’t know how I got here,” I said.

“Well, it looks like you have a story to tell, Mr. Waffleson

“I’m from the Breakfast Dimension, and I was going into my lab, and there was this police box, and I went inside, and it was huge, and there was this tube thing called a TARDIS, and I went inside and pressed some buttons and BOOM I was here,” I gabbled very quickly, and exhaled deeply.

“Wait, did you say TARDIS?” Autumn asked.

“Yeah, what of it?” I answered. Wolfy and Autumn exchanged glances.

“And you said there was a police box?”

“Yeah.”

“Did this police box happen to be bigger on the inside? Did it have any hats? I would KILL for a good hat,” Wolfy interjected.

“Yeah, how did you know that?” Neither Wolfy nor Autumn supplied an answer. Instead, they walked to an empty corner, and withdrew into a whispered conversation in which the words ‘doctor’ and ‘cricket’ were mentioned many times. After a couple minutes of patiently waiting, and me glancing over at Jamie to see if he was OK (which he was), they came back to the counter, with an air of people who had just created a plan. “So… can you help me?” I asked.

“Not right now, but we think we know a place with weirdos like you. Follow us. Oh, bring your friend too,” Wolfy said, coming out from behind the counter. They walked out the door and into the street. I tapped Jamie and pointed to the door. “We’re leaving,” I said.

“OK,” he said and began to look back down at the book he found.

“You’re coming too!” I yelled, dragging him away from the shelf. With a yelp, he shook my hand off and followed. I darted my eyes around the crowd, spotted Autumn and Wolfy, and hurried to catch up.

Once I was side-by-side with them, I cleared my throat, to let them know I was there. They looked, and noticed me walking beside them. “May I ask where we’re going?”

“You’ll see…” Autumn answered cryptically.

“What is THAT supposed to mean?” I muttered under my breath. Then I noticed Jamie coming up from behind us. “Hey, Jamie,” I greeted.

“Hey,” he replied. There was a moment of awkward silence, which Wolfy broke.

“So, Mr. Waffleson, about how much do you know about dimensional travel?”

“Not as much as I probably should, seeing as my mother was a time lord AND a dimension hopper,” I answered.

“Wait,” said Wolfy, her face scrunching up in concentration, “was your mother the famous Katrina Waffleson?”

“Her name is Katrina, but I don’t know anything about famous,” I said.

“Your mother is a hero around these parts. She saved the entire Nexus from destruction,” Autumn said.

“Twice,” Wolfy corrected, “but I didn’t know about her having a son. Or a husband for that matter.”

“Well, here’s your proof. And I thought my dad’s side was noble lineage,” I said, absorbing this new information, “come to think of it, that explains why she kept coming home with bruises and burns.”

“Who’s your dad?” asked Autumn.

“General Waffleson. He’s the leader of the armies of the breakfast kingdom.”

“Huh. Never heard of him,” Wolfy said.

“Well you wouldn’t unless you came from the Breakfast dimension,” I replied

As we kept walking I felt that I was being watched. I turned to see three figures in black robes a short distance behind us. They looked quite sinister in the dark of the Nexus

The alley was thin, and we only had enough space to walk single file. Autumn and Wolfy went in front, Jamie went next, and I held up the rear. As we came to the end of the alley, I noticed Autumn pull out a strange screwdriver-shaped thing. She tapped it on the wall, and it opened up to reveal of all things, a coffee shop.

“Welcome to the Cricket!” Autumn and Wolfy said in unison. Then they laughed. Then, in mid-laugh, their faces fell suddenly.

I turned to see the black-robed people that I had had spotted earlier. They were walking straight for us. I couldn’t see their feet, which made it look like they were floating. When they looked up, I saw stark-white faces with blazing red eyes. As they drew closer, I saw them pull out jagged silver knives. I turned back to see that everyone was running inside the coffee shop, and I was standing in the middle of the alley, watching the robed people come closer. I saw Wolfy beckoning frantically towards me to follow the others into the shop, and Autumn poised to seal the door with her screwdriver thing. I took a glance at the robed people, now only a few feet away, and sprinted as fast as I could to the opening. Jamie pulled me in, and I saw the wall seal up behind me. I got up, panting, and looked up at Wolfy and Autumn.

“What in the worlds just happened?” I asked.

 

 

submitted by General Waffleson, age -457, The Breakfast Kingdom!
(May 22, 2017 - 5:59 am)
submitted by SERIOSLY T-O-P!!!!!!
(June 14, 2017 - 1:17 pm)
submitted by Tippity Toppity Top
(June 15, 2017 - 7:33 am)

I am SOOOOOO sorry for the huge delay, and I wish I coud say I had a good reason, but I don't. Honestly, I've just been doing other stuff outside and stuff, and haven't been spending as much time writing. I'm going to officially announce that ths thread is in a Coma. That means that it is not dead, but for now, you probably won't see any posts soon. Soory.

submitted by General Waffleson
(June 21, 2017 - 7:21 am)

Coma. That's a good term. I think you just invented a new CB phrase, General!

submitted by Rae
(June 23, 2017 - 1:34 pm)

Top!!!!

Laughing!!!! 

submitted by Ashfang, age Two moons, The forest
(July 3, 2017 - 4:29 am)
submitted by Top top, oh toppity
(July 6, 2017 - 9:19 am)

Toppity tip top tip!  Is everyone going to be in this story? May I? It's awesome!!!

submitted by Kate-the-Great
(July 10, 2017 - 1:56 pm)

Great story, dude! Keep on writing!

submitted by morgan, age 11, californa
(July 17, 2017 - 5:49 pm)
submitted by Top! Write more!
(July 25, 2017 - 1:20 pm)

Aww I started reading just as this thread entered the coma...Ah well. THIS IS SOOOOO GOOODD!!!!

I CAN'T  WAIT UNTIL IT COMES BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

submitted by Kestrel
(July 27, 2017 - 7:15 am)

Sorry for not posting sooner! You've got an amazing story here, Phez Head. Don't let it die on me, ok?

submitted by Top Wolf
(August 9, 2017 - 8:48 am)

La la la la la la- BOOM! MAN SHARK!

hehe. Inside joke. I have not forgotten about this thread, and just to prove it, I will release a teaser for the next Act. BOOM! TRAILER!

[Camera shows General Waffleson standing outside a giant white door while Irrisistible by Fall Out Boy plays in the background]

LONDON-ACCENTED VOICE: Vere's a point when you gotta pay respects to 'er. Ev'ryone's gotta do it at some point. Ve Patron has a special intrest in ya. You'll be an exelent glad'yator.

[Camera switches to a scene of the general in sci-fi battle armour holding his toaster gun and staring down the barrel of his gun as the A-A-A-AYS start in the song]

GENERAL WAFFLESON: So you're saying as long as I die, you won't kill me? That doen't quite sound right. Can we work out a better trade?

[Camera fades to show a squirrel with a chainsaw right before the chourus starts]

SQUIRREL: In the coluseum, it's kill, be killed, or run like heck.

GENERAL WAFFLESON (while running past the squirrel): NEVER TELL ME THE ODDS!

[camera slowly rises up a white throne carved like a pile of bones, till it comes to rest on a woman with pure white skin, hair and eyes with a silver crown and a white robe sitting on it]

WHITE WITCH: Your death shall be very entertaining to us all.

[Camera cuts to black and the words ACCT TWO appear in white, with a waffle pattern on them]

Kilp says goac.

Good acting? I totally agree. The Director did a good job, didn't they? 

submitted by General Waffleson
(August 12, 2017 - 2:47 pm)

I had the opportunity to play the song while reading this. XD That was magestic.

submitted by Ice Wolf, age Immortal!, MY IMAGINATION
(August 16, 2017 - 8:47 am)

THE NEW PART IS FINALLY HERE!!
I am so so so sorry for all of the delays, now, may I present to you ACT TWO: SCENE ONE!

Act Two, Scene One: In
Which the General Encounters an Antagonist and a Chicken With a Nose Ring

I woke in a strange room. The walls
were made of a polished white stone, and the floors were of the same material.
Long steel/iron bars ran from the top of the room to the bottom at the front
end. In the corner was a curtain, which I assumed covered a toilet. There was a
rusty bed with a thin mattress in the other corner. All in all, I appeared to
be in a cell of some sort. I felt in my pockets. Someone had taken my TARDIS
keys! So much for THAT plan, I
thought. I guess I would just have to wait.

So I did. I waited, and waited, and
waited. After what seemed like hours, I heard footsteps coming down the hall.
Soon, a pair of burly shoulders and muscled arms swung their way into my
vision, followed by a ripped body and the head and face of… a chicken. A
coal-black, razor-toothed chicken with a nose ring. The mixture of bodybuilder
with the rooster head was a bizarre combination, to say the least. The
Chicken-Man looked straight at me like it knew what I was thinking. I guarantee
you it didn’t. It cocked its head, like it didn’t know what to do with me. Then
it leered at me through the bars. “Ve Patron wants you. Come. BUCK-BUAAG!” it
said in a impossibly deep London-accented voice, except for the last bit, which
was in a normal higher-pitched chicken voice. I would’ve laughed if the
razor-sharp teeth and nose ring didn’t intimidate me so much. Especially the
nose ring. I shivered.

The Chicken-Man took a bundle of keys
from the pocket of its leather armor, and unlocked an invisible keyhole on the
wall. The barred part of the wall disappeared, and the Chicken-Man led me out
through a maze of hallways, all made with the same white stone. Not a drop of
sunlight came from the walls, yet the walls themselves seemed to generate their
own light. I probably would’ve tried to run into one of the branching pathways
if the Chicken-Man didn’t have a wicked sharp blade swinging from his hip. I
tried to keep track of where we were going, a left, then a right, then another
left then another right, or was it a left? Eventually I lost track and just
gave up. Occasionally, I would see small corridors branching off of the main
one, most likely containing more prison cells. The entire complex of hallways
seemed to be completely deserted. Apart from Chicken-Man and me that is. The
long walk gave me time to think.

Why had Morpheus zapped me to this
place? What even was this place? Who
was the ‘Patron’? Why did they want me? Why do nose rings intimidate me so
much? I had too many questions and not enough answers. We continued to walk
through the halls, and I started to become impatient and fidgety. How much more
were we going to walk? Just how big was this place? Just as that thought
crossed my mind, we came to a large set of doors. These were no ordinary doors.
These doors were six feet tall, pure white, and lined with rustic runes and
symbols carved in silver. There were no doorknobs, but in the center of the
double doors there was a silver knocker shaped like a giant eye with a
diamond-shaped pupil. When we came to a stop outside, the runes around the door
glowed a bright white. Slowly, but smoothly, the doors opened. I let out an
involuntary gasp.

The room before me was massive, and-
no surprise- completely white. It looked like someone had thrown a giant bleach
bomb at this whole facility. The Chicken-Man grabbed my wrist and looked me in
the eyes. “Everyun’s gotta pay respects to ‘er at some point. ‘Specially your
kind. Show respect, an’ don’t give ‘er too good a reason to kill ye. That would
be some more ‘ard work for the janitors, and they got ‘nuff on their plate as
it is. You’ll be an excellent glad’yator. BUUUUUUG-BUGUCK BWUAAAAAACK!” I only
managed a small nod without busting out into laughter. I was still confused.
Who was this mysterious ‘Her’ person? I assumed it was the same person as the
‘patron’ but that didn’t help me at all. I supposed there was only one way to
find out. I walked through the doors.

As soon as I passed the threshold,
the doors slammed shut behind me. That was when I started to get a little worried
for my safety. Then I saw the throne. A huge pile of white, crystalline bones
stood, gleaming as if frozen. Atop it stood a throne made of the same white
stone I had seen throughout the entire place. The throne was carved to look
like a mass of shadowy people stacked up, all in various states of pain, like
they were actually being sat upon.

The woman on the throne was a
different matter entirely. Her skin was completely white, and she wore long
flowing robes of the same color. Her crown was silver and regal with a blue gem
imbedded in the center, the only spot of color on her. Her face was beautiful,
but icy cold, and dead looking, as if carved from quartz. Her eyes were also
white, with no pupils or irises. The whole image would haunt my nightmares for
years to come. Then she spoke, in a voice like a stone gliding across a frozen
lake.

“I see my servant has not failed
after all. However, I was not expecting someone of your… demeanor to be the son
of Katrina Waffleson,” she laughed, but it was a cold, cruel laugh, “I expected
someone more impressive.” I began to grow a little indignant. My face must’ve
shown it because the next thing the Bleach Woman said was, “Oh, no, don’t
worry. You will still make an excellent tribute. I, as you may have guessed am
the White Witch, Queen and supreme ruler of the Nightmare Realm.” I just stood.
The witch scowled. “Usually people bow when they hear my title. BOW.” My back
lurched forward painfully, like it had a mind of its own. The witch laughed
again in the same cold manner. “That’s better. Now, as I was saying-”

“Miss Witch?” I interrupted, “Why did
you kidnap me? Why not my friends?”

“You will speak only when spoken to,”
the Witch said in the same cold voice, “Your friends Autumn Leaves and Ice Wolf
have already been here before. They escaped, leading several other tributes
with them. I will not risk having my tributes escape again. You, however, I see
as a minimal threat, and a grand prize. Just imagine when the crowd sees that I
have captured the son of my greatest enemy.”

“I imagine they will think you are
lying, seeing as I am so, ahem, ‘Unimpressive’,” I paraphrased.

“I see that you refuse to show
respect. I will have you know that your life is in my hands. If you continue to
show this disregard for authority, I have ways of persuading you otherwise,”
the Witch’s eyes fell on the long white sword on her belt, “The crowd wants to
see fear and they want to see bloodshed. You will supply those or face the
consequences.”

“So you’re saying as long as I die,
you won’t kill me? That doesn’t sound quite right. Can we work out a better
trade?” I asked.

“Do not test my patience. I may be
very forgiving, but there is a point when my patience will run out. I am
finished with you. You will be teleported to the Armory in about, ooh, let’s
say, now.” Suddenly the air around me grew crisp and hot, and I felt a sharp
tug on every part of my body. It was as if my atoms were being separated one by
one, which I suppose they were. And the, BOOM! It was over, and I was in a
completely different place. In front of me was a wooden stool and, atop it sat
one of the strangest things I had ever seen. “Welcome to the Armory,” said the
squirrel in a scratchy voice, “How can I help you?”

submitted by GW- NEW PART!!!!!!!!, age -457, Beaker Street, London
(August 23, 2017 - 4:26 pm)

AWESOME!!! General, I know I've said this before, but you really are a fantastic writer. Here, have a banana for the hard work. Bananas are good, always bring a banana to a party. 

submitted by Rae
(August 24, 2017 - 8:03 am)