Mac The Red Ninja

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FINN THE ZOMBIE

There Once Was A Zombie Named Finn. He Lived In A Plase Called S.H.I.N. He Loves To Play Eat Brains. He Has A Son Named Crains.

THE END

The Witch, The Spider And The Zombie

Once upon a time there was a zombie. The zombie found a haunted house and inside was a black widow spider that was the size of a computer. Then, they both found a room the spider had never seen before and inside was a witch.  The witch had a potion that was red, and she was still making it. 

“Witchcraft! What are you doing here?  I haven’t seen this room, what is this place?” 

“Her name is Witchcraft?” the zombie asked.

“Yup,” said the spider.

“Oh wait! Where are my manners?” said the spider.  “My name is Stringshot.”

“My name is Fleshdrop,” said the Zombie.

“I am brewing a health potion,” said Witchcraft. 

“Health potions can save you if you die,” said Stringshot to Fleshdrop.

“I already knew that,” said Fleshdrop. “Well, I just don’t get what this haunted house has.”

“Oh!!!” said Stringshot, embarrassed. “I, uh, well, OK, fine, this isn’t really a haunted house.  But, it feels like it, and it looks like it and it acts like it.” 

“What do you mean, acts like it?”

Then, suddenly, he felt the ground shake.  The house was moving. 

“Eek!” said Stringshot.  Witchcraft and Fleshdrop said it too, at the same time. 

“Jinx!  You owe me a soda,” said Fleshdrop to Witchcraft. 

“You know that joke?” asked Stringshot.

Then, the house moved again.  It was walking.

“Now, I know what you mean,” said Fleshdrop, just as the house stopped walking. 

“That’s not all,” said Stringshot.  And Stringshot told him all the things that could happen if you ever, ever, ever do the jinx joke. 

“You mean it’s my fault?” said Fleshdrop.

“Um…I am sorry, but you are right,” said Witchcraft.

“Oh boy,” said Fleshdrop annoyed and very, very embarrassed.  “I did not know that that stuff could happen if I did the jinx joke.  I actually made up that jinx joke.”

Then, suddenly, the house jerked.  Then, it started to move slowly, then faster and faster and faster and faster and faster.  “We’re spinning!” cried Slingshot happily.

“This is a life or death trap!” said Fleshdrop.

“Why are you happy?” said Witchcraft. 

Then, Stringshot said, “I’ve got it!  I’ve got it!  I think I know how to stop the house.”

“Uh, I don’t think you’ll be positive,” said Fleshdrop.

“Hey dude, am I stupid or what?” asked Stringshot.

“Uh, or what?” said Fleshdrop.

“It was a JOKE!” screamed Stringshot.

“You don’t have to YELL!” screamed Fleshdrop back at him.

“Sorry,” whispered Stringshot so quietly that he couldn’t hear it.  Then, they suddenly heard a swish in the sand.  The house was about to throw itself in the ocean.

“No! Don’t do it!” said Stringshot.

“We’ve got to go get my health potion!!!! It’s done! I’m positive we are going to drown, but the health potion could save us!  Remember, health potions can regenerate people that are dead if the person drinks it while he’s alive!!!”

“Oh yeah, you can use it all the time,” said Stringshot sarcastically.

Then, suddenly, they heard a giant kersploosh and water came pouring into the house.  “Hurry!  Drink it!” cried Fleshdrop.  “Drink the health potion!”

“I can’t! It’s on the other side of the room!” screamed Stringshot.

“YOU’RE THE SPIDER AROUND HERE!  USE YOUR STRING!” screamed Fleshdrop.

“OK. OK.”  He used the string and swung himself across the room.  He got the potion and brought it back to the other side of the room.  They drank it just in time.  The water popped their lungs, and then suddenly, they got put back together.

“It’s working!” Fleshdrop tried to say, but his mouth still wasn’t available, or his eyes, or his ears, or his heart.

Then, there was a giant explosion.  They had regenerated. 

*

“That… was… very… bad…,” said Witchcraft. 

“I tried to say, ‘It’s working!’ while we were still regenerating,” said Fleshdrop. 

“Oh man,” said Stringshot, because he looked outside the window and he saw that the house was floating away from the shore.  “This is more of a haunted boat than a haunted house now, since we are floating out on the ocean.”

Then suddenly, the house jerked again.  It was spinning again!

“Whee!” said Stringshot, very happily. 

“This is not a good time for this,” screamed Fleshdrop at the top of his lungs in Stringshot’s ear. 

“Ow, I can’t hear very well anymore,” said Stringshot, sing-songy.  “Just kidding,” said Stringshot again.  Then, the house finally stopped spinning around and was suddenly left stranded on shore.  Then, Fleshdrop looked out the window and saw that they weren’t on the same shore that they were on before.  The sand was green and the trees were yellow.  The water was brown and the tikis were blue.  Fleshdrop recognized this place at once.  It was a place that he had been to when he was just a little kid before he became a zombie and before he grew old.  It was called Mix-up Beach.  The sand is the color of the trees and the trees are the color of the sand. The water is the color of the tikis and the tikis are the color of the water.  The house started to walk toward the tikis.

“Uh, the haunted house likes to have tikis for its lunch,” said Witchcraft, a bit squeaky. 

“Well, I don’t want Mix-up Beach to get destroyed just because of this haunted house.” So, Fleshdrop was determined to get to the part to stop the haunted house before he ate up Mix-up Beach.  First, he came up with a plan.  “There must be a secret room around here that has a lever that can shut it down.  But, you don’t know where it is and you don’t know how to work the lever, and there are booby traps so rad, that not even the most talented people in the world can get across, and you want me to try and find it?”

“Wow, he’s good,” said Stringshot to Witchcraft. 

“Yeah, that’s right,” said Witchcraft.

“First, Stringshot will go outside, distract the house, dress up like a tiki and--”

“WAIT A SECOND! You’re not getting me to dress-up like any tiki any day around the haunted house!!!” said Stringshot  loudly in Fleshdrop’s ear.

“Just do it and we can shut the haunted house down,” said Fleshdrop back at him.

“OK,” said Stringshot sadly.  He got some wood from out of Witchcraft’s drawers and made them into a tiki costume. He put it on and ran out of the haunted house and near the trees.  The haunted house didn’t pay any attention to him.  He just wanted to get the blue tikis, “…but that brown one looked so good,” the haunted house thought. So, he went after Stringshot, and Stringshot ran away saying, “Here haunted house-y… here.”

“OK, now Witchcraft, you brew a potion that will give us a map of the whole haunted house, but not outside.  I don’t want to see Stringshot running around in that tiki costume,” said Fleshdrop.

“I already have a potion like that,” said Witchcraft, getting out a grey potion with red stripes. 

“Well, that’s an awesome potion.  Now, I will drink it so that I can see the whole haunted house,” said Fleshdrop.

“OK,” said Witchcraft, reaching out for the bottle.  She took off the cap and Fleshdrop took the potion.  He put it to his mouth and took a gulp.  It tasted good, but he could hear his tongue bouncing everywhere, his brain freezing cold, and his lungs as hot as a campfire in a train’s coal box.

Then, he could see a map throughout his eyes.  His lungs and brain stopped, but his tongue was still going barmy, and he saw a red dot that said, “You are this dot.”  He walked around until he saw the secret room on the map.  He found the door and flicked off the tongue, which made the map disappear.  Well, there were epic booby traps, alright.  There was one that had a cannon that said, “Step in this and you will get twenty diamonds,” but when something pulls the string, then the person will get catapulted out, with the twenty diamonds of course, but fly out onto an anvil which wipes out the person’s mind and then the person falls into the cannon again, which is now full of lava.  There was another booby trap that had a sign that says, “If you step on this plate, then you will get 100 health potions,” but when someone steps on the plate, then the plate will turn into a giant crusher and the person will fall in there and get torn into pieces.  Fleshdrop wasn’t falling for any of those tricks.  He just walked across the room and found the lever.  He pulled it, and then suddenly, the house stopped.  There was a window, so he looked outside, stepping over the plate, and he peeked out the window.  He saw Stringshot looking at the house saying, “Woohoo! Yea!”

Fleshdrop decided to upgrade all of the booby traps so everybody that goes into the room would see all of the booby traps, not knowing that they were booby traps, and eventually fall into one before they could get to the lever.  After he did, he went back to the room, which he called, “The Wardrobe.”  He put up a sign that said, “Wardrobe,” so that everyone would know where to go.  He looked back in the room to see Witchcraft and Stringshot jumping up and down happily.  Then, Stringshot started twirling around.  When they saw Fleshdrop, Stringshot was like, “That was awesome!  The haunted house was nearly close to gobbling me up, but then suddenly, just before it could pounce on me, its windows shut and everything stopped.  It was awesome!” 

Fleshdrop told him about all the booby traps and how he upgraded them so that nobody would even pay attention to the lever.  Stringshot and Witchcraft moved all their things into the wardrobe and Fleshdrop went back to his old cemetery, leaving pebbles so that he could find the way back.  He got all of his stuff and went back to the haunted house.  They lived happily in the wardrobe and inside the haunted house, which nobody ever came across, ever again. *: The explosion would not happen in the real heath potion I will try to invent.

THE END