"COME BACK!!!"

Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

"COME BACK!!!"

"COME BACK!!!" You cry tearfully as the dog wrenches his leash out of your hands. "COME BACK!!!" You yell again, soon realizing it's futile to yell any longer. That was your friend's uncle's friend's daughter's dog, and she had entrusted you complete care of him. You'd better start looking for him, then. As you call through the streets, you see a brown streak cross the road and head right for you! It's Marty! Except... what's that in his mouth?! It's the neighbor's cat! No, wait, it's just a cat-shaped note. Grabbing it, you unfurl it to see that it says,

Hello, person! You have been selected to come to our private farm for a relaxing, looong getaway from home. Don't bother signing in, just show up! Max visitors is 24; we'll close the gates when the quota is met. Pack your CAPTCHAs and AEs; we don't want to be bored, now do we? Just pack a few items, and your dog will show you the way! 

                Signed,

               Abigail V., Vacation Manager of the Resort Farm

P.S. We aren't responsible for any deaths, injuries, ect.

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Uh-oh. You've heard of these before. Do you want to risk it? It certainly sounds relaxing, so it may be worth it... 

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submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(November 30, 2015 - 8:36 am)

back to the Pudding's Place
submitted by Chopper Topper
(August 31, 2016 - 11:45 am)

Top

submitted by Poke
(August 31, 2016 - 12:13 pm)

*Pokes thread with ruler* Please go to the top!

submitted by TOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!
(August 31, 2016 - 12:14 pm)
submitted by Tippy top
(August 31, 2016 - 1:52 pm)
submitted by Plz plz plz TOP
(August 31, 2016 - 5:49 pm)

Chip says, "Gaym." THIS IS NOT A GAME, CHIP! TOPPING IS SERIOUS BUSINESS!

submitted by Sad Topper, Giving up Hope
(August 31, 2016 - 5:51 pm)
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It was 12:00. The murderer was angry. Half of her animals had been trapped. But she never kept all of her animals in the same place. The other half had been hiding in the aviary in the back of the backyard.
The murderer pulled out her snail captain. He was the only one who hadn't been captured by the CBers. She kissed his shell, and whispered something into his ear hole.
The snail nodded. The murderer set the snail on the ground, and it slithered off without a trace.
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12:30--The Nursery
Turgon had known something was different when he entered the nursery after the party. His egg was tilted to one side. And there was another crack in the pearly white shell.
Too excited for words, Turgon had picked up the egg. According to the assistant, it needed extra warmth in its final hatching moments. It wouldn't hurt to keep it warmer, just in case.
And that was how Turgon ended up sleeping with his egg in his arms. That is, until 12:30, when something woke him up.
Turgon's eyes blinked open. He was sweating. Looking down, he saw that his egg, now very, very hot, was pulsing with a faint light of its own from underneath his covers. Veins throbbed, visible through the thick shell of the egg. Something squirmed inside, and the egg grew hotter. But that wasn't what had woken Turgon up.
Turgon could sense another presence.
The AE nervously glanced at the door to the nursery. It was closed, yet...Turgon suddenly froze, and fear prickled his face, tingling all the way down to his feet. Thanks to the orangey glow of the heated terrarium, Turgon saw something glint on the old brass doorknob. Slime.
The frightened AE pulled the covers tighter and clutched the egg to his chest, even though it was burning hot now. His eyes flicked warily around. Something else was definitely in here.
"Who--who's there!?" he cried to break the silence. He thought he'd heard footsteps in the far corner of the room.
Or maybe not footsteps...but maybe wingbeats? Turgon slowly turned his eyes to the ceiling. There was a black bulge, darker than the rest of the darkness, slowly swinging back and forth. Gulp. But Turgon blinked, and the shadow disappeared. A trick of the light? he thought hopefully.
But he knew it wasn't.
Suddenly his egg flared to an unbearable temperature. "Agh!" he cried, and swiftly wrapped it up in his blanket.
"Sssssssssshhh." 
Turgon froze. The snakelike voice spoke again. "Ssssssssshhhhh."
"Don't get any closer," warned the AE.
But that's just what the monster did.
Revealing itself to be an enormous bat, the monster stepped out of the shadows until it was almost at the foot of Turgon's mattress. It rose its tattered wings and bared its fangs. "SSSsssssshhHHHH!" it hissed. "Bat be hungryshhhhh."
This is it, thought Turgon weakly. I was hoping we'd defeat the murderer before anyone else died.
The bat's huge white, pupiless eyes opened to their fullest. It lunged, and then lots of things happened at once.
Turgon's egg burnt the covers to a crisp.
The bat, in its dramatic display of terror, tripped over the edge of Turgon's mattress.
Turgon screamed.
The dragon egg flashed brightly three times, and then all of its cracks glowed with the color of lava. It presumed to rock madly.
The bat shouted, "SHHHHHHHH!"
Turgon screamed again.
And then the egg exploded.
The first layer of shell had turned to pure diamond in the heat and pressure of the hatching, and bits of sharp, searing hot crystal flew across the room and stuck into the walls. Turgon narrowly avoided being blasted to bits by them.
Rays of light came from the second layer of shell, which reflected off of the diamonds in the walls, turning the room into a white, shiny cave. The bat's wings flew to cover its eyes.
The light beams grew more and more intense, and Turgon could sense magic pulsing through the air. A strange, loud humming noise came from within the egg, and the very wallpaper of the nursery room transformed into pure amethyst.
Specks of yellow began to appear on the outer layer of shell, turning the beams of light a brilliant shade of amber. The egg rocked back and forth, and wherever it rolled it left a blackened mark on the mattress. Surprisingly, it didn't burn the mattress as it did the blanket. Turgon hopped to the floor to make room for the jittering egg.
The flecks of yellow shot off of the egg and bounced across the room, and the second layer of shell exploded in a fiery display of yellow tourmaline. 
The next phase of the hatching was silvery. The third layer of shell dissolved in a molten silver puddle that coated the mattress. Turgon could now see the baby dragon floating in the center of the egg through the final layers of shell.
The dragonet's eyes opened; red with a ring of white, then orange, then white, around the pupils. They flicked around until they spied Turgon. Its eyes widened, and then it opened its tiny mouth.
It struggled to move. As it finally lifted its tiny paw, a flash of red light thunderclapped the nursery, and the floor aquired a ruby red sheen. It moved its other paw, and three stalagmites made of sapphire rose from the ruby floor. It twitched its tail, and the bat's wings began to crystalize. The dragonet then moved its back right foot. Turgon's eyes became dazzled with thousands of emeralds that rained down from the ceiling.
The dragon's last foot moved, its eyes closed, and the fourth layer of shell, which used had just been a clear pale blue, changed from shiny to dull, until it was the same color as coal.
The diamonds that were embedded in the amethyst wall began to glow gently, and as they pulsed, the coal shell caught fire. The bat made its move and tried to scoop up the egg, but, blinded by the light show, he found that his depth perception had temporarily gone on vacation. The enormous bat stumbled backwards.
Gently, and with a sound like ice cracking, the coal turned to diamond. Rainbow diamond.
The dragon inside opened its eyes again, and its eyes were flashing in a rainbow of colors. The red-white-orange-white pattern had left them, to be replaced with an opalescent sheen of rainbows.
Turgon watched in awe as his dragon, his baby dragon that he had taken care of since he'd found it, opened its mouth and started biting its way out of the egg. Bit by bit, it ate away at the diamond encasement, and, much to Turgon's surprise, it swallowed the crystaline casing as it picked at it.
Turgon heard a pounding at the door, but whoever was there couldn't get in because the hinges had fused together in a blob of bright purple amethyst. "TURGON! ARE YOU OKAY!" came the muffled voice of the farmer's assistant.
"SHOUT IF YOU CAN HEAR US!" yelled the farmer.
Turgon couldn't. The entire room had suddenly become extremely, completely silent. You could've heard a pen drop before it even left the person's hands. But in reality, you wouldn't have heard anything. The sound of a dragon breaking out of its shell so silently was the loudest thing you've ever heard.
Ever so delicately, the dragonet broke out of its shell, swallowing the last bits of the diamond egg. It squeaked and tried to walk, only to slip on the silver of the mattress. It bent down curiously and started licking the precious metal. To Turgon's utter surprise, the dragonet was actually dissolving the silver with every lick! It was eating the precious metal off the mattress as if it were ice cream.
After a few more licks, the dragonet looked back up at Turgon. The diamonds were still glowing on the wall, and the baby dragon's scales glinted iridesently with all the colors of the rainbow. Its scales looked to be made of pure rainbow diamond, and its claws of quartz.
The dragonet slid off of the mattress. She slipped across the ruby floor and clambered into Turgon's (who was sitting on the floor by now) lap.
He lovingly rubbed her surprisingly soft head. She looked around blearily and suddenly saw the bat, whom Turgon had previously forgotten about, tripping over his crystal wings to steal the dragonet.
The dragonet lifted her head sleepily and shot a ray of marble at the bat. Upon impact, it turned the entire monster to a white marble statue striped with gold veins.
Another knock at the door jolted Turgon out of his awed trance. "TURGON, I'M BREAKING THE DOOR DOWN!" sang a voice in his head that sounded like music.
A few seconds later, the amethyst hinges burst apart and the door fell down. A griffin, fierce and angry, stood in the doorway, magic blowing her feathers in a frantic flurry. She saw that Turgon was okay and swiftly transformed back into a human.
"Turgon, you're okay," she gasped, relieved. She and the farmer noticed the newly upgraded nursery, complete with diamonds and unscratchable floors, and they gaped in awe.
Then they saw the statue, and finally the dragonet, and they rushed over to Turgon with a barage of questions. The CBers rushed in too, abandoning all caution, and they asked him about his battle and his egg and the bat and the diamonds and the mattress and the strange noises.
Turgon told them the whole story.
"The murderer has struck again--but has failed," said the farmer solemnly once Turgon had finished. "Thanks to your dragon, you are safe. You were very brave tonight."
"I'm so glad you're okay!" breathed the farmer's assistant. "It's a shame our Baash ended this way. It was always evil, but we'd hoped to train it to be good. It was a fairly new addition to the farm when you arrived. Oh, well. I'm not too sad about its loss."
"A Baash, huh," Turgon repeated wearily, stroking his new baby dragon. "Weird name. Also--I think I'm going to need a new mattress."
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submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(September 2, 2016 - 10:06 am)
submitted by Topping Master
(September 2, 2016 - 10:08 am)
submitted by To The Top!, Where everyone can see me
(September 2, 2016 - 10:08 am)

Top!

submitted by Farmer's Assistant, BEING A GRIFFIN
(September 2, 2016 - 10:09 am)

Top!

submitted by Farmer's Assistant, Seeing a misspelled word
(September 2, 2016 - 2:05 pm)

Yaaaaaaaas Phantom Tollbooth reference! This is officially the awesomest story ever!

submitted by OtR
(September 3, 2016 - 6:46 am)

This story gets better and better every time you add to it! I can't wait to see wat Turgon ends up naming his egg!

submitted by Dragonrider
(September 23, 2016 - 7:43 pm)

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submitted by Ttttttttttop
(October 23, 2016 - 7:35 pm)

TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!

submitted by Micearenice
(October 23, 2016 - 7:35 pm)
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