Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Random.... ❯ First ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Lobowolfen 
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Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.04.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 255 | Status: Completed
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Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.04.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 255 | Status: Completed
Berg: Alright...Fanficcy Time.
Lobowolf: Come on! Lets do this! *listens to Feel Good Inc.*
Disclaimer: Berg owns nothing. Neither does Lobowolf. They are both idiotic depressed idjits.
Lobowolf: Quiet! Cybercon is down! Don't be sayin' dat...wit chow sound y'kill the inc!
Berg: *rolls eyes* Maybe, Lobowolf, you shouldn't have the damned music up so loud!
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Tendrills of white gray smoke flow almost naturally from the corner of a completely white room. The smoke hit the ceiling...then evaporated. two other tendrils that were in other places around the room burst up from hiding, causing a figure who was reclining in a chair to cough many times. Chestnut hued hair flew forwards as the figure hacked even more, causing her head to roll forwards. The figure in turn was soon from the chair, spilling paper, pencils, pen and a list of things as it attempted to rid smoke from its mouth, chest and nose. "Damnit! Cut it out with the smoke already!" the figure spit visiously, causing the smoke to evaporate completely.
Whoa. The figure wasn't very tall. Well, taller then some. Five foot two. It didn't seem to be growing any more then it had so far. It was a bit chubby around the stomach, causing the jeans it wore to slip down and curl up under the belly. The shirt covered up down to the figures knees, though, so it didn't matter really. The rest of the smoke like...died and reveiled the figure to be an otter-like creature. A long, though not too long, muzzle extended a few cinameters more than a humans nose would. Stiff black whispers poked from the light colored fur that covered the muzzle from the black moist nose till just above the protruding teeth. The otter was covered in a dark mahogany colored fur that was basicly covered by the clothing mentioned earlier. A long, thick rudder-like tail protruded from a hidden hole in the otter's trousers and dipped down till it was dragged across the ground.
The otter whirled about in a tight circle, snarling in rage. "Damn damn damn! That stupido wolf! Doesn't she KNOW that she can't have parties while I'M working?!" it leans down and picks up the contents that had spilled from her grasp a few moments ago and threw them harshly into the recliner. She had barely done that when a random door swung open and slammed against the wall, creating a dent in the white surface. Again the otter twirled about, ready to let the intruder have a piece of her mind. She decided that wasn't the best idea. The exact person..er..thing she had been cursing a few moments ago strowed into the room with a gentle gait.
The creature that had just entered was very tall. Extreamly tall. Around the nine foot ten mark. It resembled a wolf that stood on two legs like a human and had fingers..er..claws, along with an aposible thumb. It was covered in a thick glossy black fur with streaks of silver and violet randomly dotted around that seemed to be greasy. A thick bushy tail waved out behind the wolf creature like some kind of banner as its' powerful limbs crossed across its broad chest. Jagged and slightly yellowed teeth were reveiled in a frustrated frown as the wolfens single eye, yes..she has one eye. It is a slitted bronze colored pupil with black 'whites' that were slightly reddend. The other eye was dead. Unable to be used. It had the filmy surface and it was filled with a black and dark purple gas that, the faster it swirled the better you could tell the beasts emotion. Anywho! Back to the thing. The wolfen creature's single eye gazed around the white room aggitatedly before landing on the otter.
the otter, knowing better then to look the wolfen in the eye gazed passed the beats large bulk and too the two figures behind her. The two seemed to be deathglaring eachother. Realisation hit the otter and she smacked her left paw to her forehead. "Lobowolf! Don't tell me you did what I think you did!" she screeched, causing the two figures to look in the otters direction.
One of the figures, a tall man with darkly tanned skin, almost white sand colored hair that stood up like a dead porcupine sniffed disdainfully and clenched is fists together tightly. "Yah, she did." he said, distorted voice echoing around the room. The man was wearing a skin-tight long sleeved black shirt that was tucked neatly beneath the top of his baggy kakie colored pants. The fact that he was barefoot was evident. A cape, clipped to his shirt by two bronze clips, draped past his shoulders and down to dangle and twirl around his feet. His dark violet eyes rolled at the stupidity of the otter and the wolf. "You want to know what else? She didn't even kidnap him properly! She left a damned note!" Oh..was that a bit of jelousy the otter hinted in the insane phaoroh-wanna-be's voice? Probably not. She just imagned it.
Lobowolf rolled her good eye. "Dats whad I did fer ye! Dey didn't do anyt'ing 'bout it." she said tiredly. "Berg! Ye show der new beast around. Hope he don't impale ye on dat cane he carry! Ish, y'go wiv der runts." she barked out harshly before turning about face and, just as smoothly as she entred, she left. Berg was left there, mouth agape and staring at the other figure. "Ish, you know who we have on our hands?" The egyptian nodded sympatheticly. "Yes." his distorted voice once again echoed about the room. "You know what else?"
"What?"
"I bet we have to feed him, too."
Berg would roll her eyes then turn her attention to the figure who was standing, arms crossed and eyeing the Otter and Egyptian disdainfully. Berg just now noticed that he looked unusually green. I mean..she could handle pink, blue, black, violet, and even ocean blue, but green?! Come on! The man had green skin. He also had a sickly green coating of stuff on his teeth. The otter shivered visably as a slimy blue green tounge danced mibly across the green surface. Anyway..he wore a dark green longsleeved shirt that went down to a stop around his groin area. After that was a pair of blue jeans. Nothing Fancy. If anybody noticed..everybody is barefoot. Scary picture. Luckilly the man's jeans covered his feet. Brown gloves covered his hands all the way up to his elbows and he carried a black cane with a golden handle. A mop of black greasy hair flopped down over his red eyes.
"Man! Why not Eminem?! She went stealing people and she brought home....this..this...MURDOC?!? Why Murdoc?!" The otter was now pulling her hair out. All the while she was shouting colorful curses and the occasional "He's GREEN!" and "Why the damned Satanist?!". Ishtar rolled his eyes. "Well, shall we do what 'Queen Wolfheart' asked?" He asked sarcasticly. Like they had a choice. Suddenly, Murdoc spoke. "Where is the exit?" His voice was just a slick and slimy as his tounge. Ishtar looked at him as if the green skinned man was the stupidist thing on the planet. "Exit? Lobowolf will show you the exit when she is bored with you. Until then, your stuck here..with us.."
Berg gasped. "He isn't sleepin' in my room!" she screeched and dashed off.
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Lob owolf: *rolls eye*
Berg: I mean it...¬¬
Murdoc: If I can just....
Lobowolf: Nah! *clings to Murdoc*
Ishtar: *is all..jealous*
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Lobowolf: Come on! Lets do this! *listens to Feel Good Inc.*
Disclaimer: Berg owns nothing. Neither does Lobowolf. They are both idiotic depressed idjits.
Lobowolf: Quiet! Cybercon is down! Don't be sayin' dat...wit chow sound y'kill the inc!
Berg: *rolls eyes* Maybe, Lobowolf, you shouldn't have the damned music up so loud!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tendrills of white gray smoke flow almost naturally from the corner of a completely white room. The smoke hit the ceiling...then evaporated. two other tendrils that were in other places around the room burst up from hiding, causing a figure who was reclining in a chair to cough many times. Chestnut hued hair flew forwards as the figure hacked even more, causing her head to roll forwards. The figure in turn was soon from the chair, spilling paper, pencils, pen and a list of things as it attempted to rid smoke from its mouth, chest and nose. "Damnit! Cut it out with the smoke already!" the figure spit visiously, causing the smoke to evaporate completely.
Whoa. The figure wasn't very tall. Well, taller then some. Five foot two. It didn't seem to be growing any more then it had so far. It was a bit chubby around the stomach, causing the jeans it wore to slip down and curl up under the belly. The shirt covered up down to the figures knees, though, so it didn't matter really. The rest of the smoke like...died and reveiled the figure to be an otter-like creature. A long, though not too long, muzzle extended a few cinameters more than a humans nose would. Stiff black whispers poked from the light colored fur that covered the muzzle from the black moist nose till just above the protruding teeth. The otter was covered in a dark mahogany colored fur that was basicly covered by the clothing mentioned earlier. A long, thick rudder-like tail protruded from a hidden hole in the otter's trousers and dipped down till it was dragged across the ground.
The otter whirled about in a tight circle, snarling in rage. "Damn damn damn! That stupido wolf! Doesn't she KNOW that she can't have parties while I'M working?!" it leans down and picks up the contents that had spilled from her grasp a few moments ago and threw them harshly into the recliner. She had barely done that when a random door swung open and slammed against the wall, creating a dent in the white surface. Again the otter twirled about, ready to let the intruder have a piece of her mind. She decided that wasn't the best idea. The exact person..er..thing she had been cursing a few moments ago strowed into the room with a gentle gait.
The creature that had just entered was very tall. Extreamly tall. Around the nine foot ten mark. It resembled a wolf that stood on two legs like a human and had fingers..er..claws, along with an aposible thumb. It was covered in a thick glossy black fur with streaks of silver and violet randomly dotted around that seemed to be greasy. A thick bushy tail waved out behind the wolf creature like some kind of banner as its' powerful limbs crossed across its broad chest. Jagged and slightly yellowed teeth were reveiled in a frustrated frown as the wolfens single eye, yes..she has one eye. It is a slitted bronze colored pupil with black 'whites' that were slightly reddend. The other eye was dead. Unable to be used. It had the filmy surface and it was filled with a black and dark purple gas that, the faster it swirled the better you could tell the beasts emotion. Anywho! Back to the thing. The wolfen creature's single eye gazed around the white room aggitatedly before landing on the otter.
the otter, knowing better then to look the wolfen in the eye gazed passed the beats large bulk and too the two figures behind her. The two seemed to be deathglaring eachother. Realisation hit the otter and she smacked her left paw to her forehead. "Lobowolf! Don't tell me you did what I think you did!" she screeched, causing the two figures to look in the otters direction.
One of the figures, a tall man with darkly tanned skin, almost white sand colored hair that stood up like a dead porcupine sniffed disdainfully and clenched is fists together tightly. "Yah, she did." he said, distorted voice echoing around the room. The man was wearing a skin-tight long sleeved black shirt that was tucked neatly beneath the top of his baggy kakie colored pants. The fact that he was barefoot was evident. A cape, clipped to his shirt by two bronze clips, draped past his shoulders and down to dangle and twirl around his feet. His dark violet eyes rolled at the stupidity of the otter and the wolf. "You want to know what else? She didn't even kidnap him properly! She left a damned note!" Oh..was that a bit of jelousy the otter hinted in the insane phaoroh-wanna-be's voice? Probably not. She just imagned it.
Lobowolf rolled her good eye. "Dats whad I did fer ye! Dey didn't do anyt'ing 'bout it." she said tiredly. "Berg! Ye show der new beast around. Hope he don't impale ye on dat cane he carry! Ish, y'go wiv der runts." she barked out harshly before turning about face and, just as smoothly as she entred, she left. Berg was left there, mouth agape and staring at the other figure. "Ish, you know who we have on our hands?" The egyptian nodded sympatheticly. "Yes." his distorted voice once again echoed about the room. "You know what else?"
"What?"
"I bet we have to feed him, too."
Berg would roll her eyes then turn her attention to the figure who was standing, arms crossed and eyeing the Otter and Egyptian disdainfully. Berg just now noticed that he looked unusually green. I mean..she could handle pink, blue, black, violet, and even ocean blue, but green?! Come on! The man had green skin. He also had a sickly green coating of stuff on his teeth. The otter shivered visably as a slimy blue green tounge danced mibly across the green surface. Anyway..he wore a dark green longsleeved shirt that went down to a stop around his groin area. After that was a pair of blue jeans. Nothing Fancy. If anybody noticed..everybody is barefoot. Scary picture. Luckilly the man's jeans covered his feet. Brown gloves covered his hands all the way up to his elbows and he carried a black cane with a golden handle. A mop of black greasy hair flopped down over his red eyes.
"Man! Why not Eminem?! She went stealing people and she brought home....this..this...MURDOC?!? Why Murdoc?!" The otter was now pulling her hair out. All the while she was shouting colorful curses and the occasional "He's GREEN!" and "Why the damned Satanist?!". Ishtar rolled his eyes. "Well, shall we do what 'Queen Wolfheart' asked?" He asked sarcasticly. Like they had a choice. Suddenly, Murdoc spoke. "Where is the exit?" His voice was just a slick and slimy as his tounge. Ishtar looked at him as if the green skinned man was the stupidist thing on the planet. "Exit? Lobowolf will show you the exit when she is bored with you. Until then, your stuck here..with us.."
Berg gasped. "He isn't sleepin' in my room!" she screeched and dashed off.
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Lob owolf: *rolls eye*
Berg: I mean it...¬¬
Murdoc: If I can just....
Lobowolf: Nah! *clings to Murdoc*
Ishtar: *is all..jealous*
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