"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

Aaaaah the suspense! *starts chewing nails* What in the world, I don't even chew my nails! *shrugs* *continues chewing nails*

submitted by Booksy Owly
(December 5, 2016 - 6:35 pm)
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It was eleven-thirty. The CBers had been pacing all morning, and the time had come for battle. They suited up in their armor and grabbed their weapons.
"Chatterboxers, I just want to say, I love you all, and what you're doing for us is brave beyond words," said the farmer's assistant. The farmer nodded in agreement. "But there's still time to leave. You really really don't have to do this."
But the CBers had their minds set.
"Spyro," Panda said. "Get the dragons ready to go. Turgon, is Emerald ready?"
"Yes," Turgon replied.
"Is everyone ready? We have to leave now. I'd like to get there early and meet them there." I wonder if the murderer is up at the house, or down here with us? How will she sneak away to meet us at the field? If she's already there, how is she getting messages here? Is there really more than one murderer?
There was no time for questions. The Chatterboxers left the fort, quite possibly for the last time. Poetic Panda led the CBers, who followed behind. The farmer and his assistant marched on either side of the CBers, the meager remains of Spyro's bodyguard animals trotted along behind them, and the dragons followed at the end, with Emerald at their head. She was fully grown now and stood as tall as many of the trees in the forest. Turgon often wondered if she would've grown that fast in less urgent circumstances.
The troop trampled the message in the grass. Two dragons let down the drawbridge and the small army marched across, their footsteps echoing emptily over the murky water. There was no need to raise the bridge again. The dragons rejoined the group and they marched on.
Past the rock wall they traveled, speaking not a word. Inisde their heads, each and every CBer was going over every bit of training they ever learned; forming new tactics, and preparing themselves for facing the entire enemy force.
A cold wind blew forcefully across the farm, bringing with it the damp scent of rain. Dark clouds floated on the horizon. The trees creaked and groaned, knocking together as the CBers passed them.
They walked by the old garden that they'd had their veggie contest in. The vegetables were now simply dried piles of slime on the ground. Raccoon and opossum tracks littered the soil. Old, broken paper lights and streamers shook in the wind, and brown, dead leaves danced in the air. They saw the podium at which the murderer had once stood. They tried not to look at the ledge off which Joan had been pushed. Remembering their friend made them walk faster.
They passed the barn, in which Will had been crushed by falling rocks.
Off in the distance was the breedery, where Abigail S. and Cho Chang had been ended.
The woods veered off to the right and the Chatterboxers saw the field where they were meant to have their final battle. Moonfrost consulted her watch. It was only eleven forty-five, and the space was still vacant.
It was a large expanse, and hilly, as well. The grass was tall and brittle, yet it bent and waved in the fall breeze. In fact, the wind had been following them the whole way, chilling the air and everyone who was out in it. Suddenly the falltime didn't seem so pretty anymore.
Poetic Panda and Moonfrost organized the troop in what they hoped was a good strategic position. When they were done, they took their own places and awaited the future.
At twelve o'clock the animals arrived. All sorts of creatures poured out of the house: Flying things from the windows and chimney; medium-sized four and two-legged animals from the doors, and enormous savage beasts crashed through the wall. The farmer's assistant couldn't help but wince.
Over three hundred animals gathered across the CBers, formating into their own battle stance. A hundred more gathered behind the CBers. Thanks to the two CBettes' preparation, the Chatterboxer army still wasn't fully surrounded. There was still no sign of the murderer.
A paper blew across the field in the breeze, landing in Poetic Panda's arms. The CB general shivered. The day seemed only to grow colder.
Chatterboxers:
  You have come armed and therefore have forfeited the truce. Battle shall commence in 60 seconds from the time you recieve this message. You need only say 'I surrender' if you finally understand and wish to prevent battle. If not, well, battle shall commence.
  Sincerely,
  THE MURDERER
  Poetic Panda read the letter aloud.
"Nobody say it!" Spyro shouted.
The few seconds following were still as could be. Then the field erputed into chaos.
The animals cries were deafening, but that didn't faze the CB general and her telepathic powers. They're going to squish us! Get out from between them!
The Chatterboxers responded quickly, escaping from between the two walls of claws and fur.
Now circle back around and pair with a dragon! Take down as many animals as you can! Be careful!
For a while, everything was going smoothly. Only nonmagical animals were out fighting, but that made the CBers a bit uneasy, since they knew the murderer had a large store of magical creatures up her sleeve.
Swords clashed against fur. Claws banged and battered armor. Dirt was tilled and grass mowed down as the Chatterboxers fought with all their might. Bit by bit they tore away at the murderer's animals. But more and more animals kept joining the battle. Would the onslaught never end?
Moonfrost levitated any sharp object she could find. Her new floating weaponry hovered around her, slicing up any small animals that came near.
The Chatterboxers fought in a loose group, moving along the field in a vague wiggly pattern so they wouldn't get surrounded. But it wasn't easy. They moved off of sheer adrenaline.
The Nocte Fictiles were targeted just as much, if not more, than the CBers were. Two of them succumbed to their injuries before Rosemary could make it to them. The farmer's assistant slipped off at one point in griffin form, heading for the barn.
What is she up to? Panda wondered.
Many fo the smaller creatures fled without much of a fight, but the larger beasts were fiercer and didn't give up.
Rosemary was trying to heal one of Booksy's wounds when a wolverine approached her. It leapt without hesitation, and there was no one to cover her.
"AAAAAAAAAH!" the AE shrieked. Suddenly Moonfrost was there. The wolverine hit her instead of Rosemary and tore off her helmet. It bit the CBette--hard.
Rosemary flipped off her own helmet. "MOONFROST!" she screamed. Booksy hauled herself up and made quick work of the wolverine.
Rosemary tried to heal her CBer but her magic wasn't working. "Something's wrong!" she cried. "My magic isn't doing anything!"
The farmer was there in a flash. "Just as I feared. The magic didn't take the first time. Your supply has run out."
"Heal Moonfrost!"
"I'll can't. Centaurs don't have healing magic. I'm sorry."
Moonfrost coughed. "It's too late for me."
"No, you've read too many books. No. You'll be okay."
Moonfrost shook her head and gazed into her AE's eyes. "Don't worry, Rosemary. You've taken care of me all my life. It was my turn to protect you." Moonfrost looked like she wanted to say more, but no words came out. Instead, her eyes focused on something far away, finally closing--forever.
Rosemary looked up at the farmer, tears in her eyes. "It was all so quick. I didn't know I could loose someone I loved that quickly."
"You'll see her again," the farmer assured her. "She's a ghost now, remember?"
Rosemary sniffled. "Yeah, it's just the concept."
"I know. Back to battle, now."
Suddenly, a giant horn blew. All of the animals looked up from what they were doing--and ran for the forest.
"What's happening?" Rosemary asked.
The farmer looked worried. "I don't know," he said. "But I don't like it."
After all the animals were gone, the Chatterboxers could see clearly. Just then, the farmer's assistant returned from the barn. She flew towards the battlefield at top speed, but she wasn't alone. Many, many, many more Nocte Fictiles were on their way, straight from the mine.
"Do you think they were running from the dragons?" Rosemary wondered.
"I highly doubt it. Something bad is coming."
Right when the first reinforcements landed, a monstrous explosion rocked the earth. Out from the ground in the distant fields emerged an enormous snake.
"An Auribus," breathed the farmer. "How did she train one of those?"
The serpent raced towards the Chatterboxers at full speed. When it reached them, it didn't stop, slamming into Turgon and knocking him so far he passed out even before landing. He hit the ground with a deadly crunch.
"That, Rosemary, is the archenemy of the Pretiosum Gem. The only thing that has the capabilities of killing one."
Emerald looked at Turgon, then to the snake, blinking away angry tears. Her father was dead.
The snake coiled up in front of Emerald, bringing its head up to her hight.
We shall battle for dominance over the earth, it hissed.
"Vultu in terram, et ira draconem gemma pretiosa omnia crustam!" You shall face the wrath of the earth dragon, the precious gem of all things under the crust!
The two lunged at each other, writhing and thrashing. Chunks of snake skin and diamond scales were launched into the air. Dirt turned to gold, marble, amethyst, sapphires.
The snake's skin was too thick to bite through. An Auribus never shed its skin, letting its outer cover grow thicker and thicker over thousands of years. This was a particularly old one.
The snake opened its mouth, ready to strike. As it lunged for Emerald's wing, she grabbed it and clawed its tongue. Now it could neither see her nor smell her, since Auribus eyes had never worked quite right anyway.
I can still sense you, it rumbled.
Emerald shot the serpent with a blinding ray of red light, searing a hole in its shell.
While the snake was still recoiling from the shock, Emerald fired a ray of gold into the hole.
I cannot turn into what I already am, Dragon. Your magic cannot save you now.
  The snake coiled up and struck Emerald on the chest. She staggered back with pain. Then the prehistoric monster darted forwards, coiling itself around her, choking the life out of her.
But her training hadn't been for naught. The serpent had exposed its stomach, the one part that had thinner skin than the rest of the body. She raised her tail. It still had its metal barb attached to it.
Emerald plunged the barb through the stomach of the snake. She sent it deeper and deeper until she felt herself break through the shell of dead skin.
The Auribus screamed, clenching its muscular body tighter in pain. Emerald let out one small gasp before her eyes closed and the last drop of oxygen was squeezed out of her.
The snake too fell to the ground after a few moments. Both beasts were dead. For now, there was no ruler of the earth.
The Chatterboxers were speechless. The battle had been so intense. But both of them were dead now.
Rosemary was crying all over again.
Another horn blew. Who was blowing them?
"It's the next wave!" Poetic Panda shouted. "Slorpions!"
submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(December 5, 2016 - 5:49 pm)
Sure enough, three more rhino-sized Slorpions approached the battlefield from far behind the house. As they loped closer, the CBers noticed their thin white hair, with pink skin underneath. They had the face of a sloth, but carried behind it the tail of a scorpion. Their bodies moved like a gorilla's.
The Chatterboxers met the monsters halfway. More of their powers had begun to run out--Princess Icicle used the last of her magic making a Slorpion go bald, and Joss's flickered out before the Slorpions ever even arrived.
Puck was trying to throw smoke bombs at the Slorpions when something hit her on the shoulder. It was just Joss accidentally bumping her. But in the window of distraction, the lead Slorpion grazed Puck's shoulder in the same way another had done to Gwen's.
Puck tripped on her own shoes and fell face first into the grass.
"No!" Joss screamed. She dragged the unconcious AE to the edge of the fight. "Oh, what do I do?"
She didn't want to risk anybody else's life by distracting them to ask for help, so she flipped up Puck's helmet to see who it was. "Puck!" she cried.
Dragonrider ran up to the two. (Well, Joss was almost completely sure it was Dragonrider.) "Puck is down?"
"She got hit by a Slorpion."
"Well, that's not the worst that could have happened."
"What are you talking about?" Joss asked. "It's always fatal!"
"No, I mean, look at what's coming."
Joss stood up, peering at the destroyed house. Magical beasts flowed from inside it. "How does she fit them all in there?!" Joss wondered.
Tele--------ru---ng out. Magic-------tures co--ng. Ge---eady.
  "Looks like Poetic Panda's power is running out, too," Dragonrider worriedly.
The Chatterboxers felt like they were being pulled along by a string--the waves kept coming no matter what they did, and the CBers had no choice but to keep fighting!
The battle was back on. Princess Icicle fell to nothing other than an ice-breathing polar bear. Rosemary was tackled by a herd of hyperactive squirrels. Another ten Nocte Fictiles were overpowered.
Shadow Dragon fought a changeling that had taken her own form. Unfortunately, the changeling had additional mystical glitter powers.
Shadow Dragon couldn't see through the clouds of glitter, and the other 'her' attacked. Her shadow-making powers had faded just like all the others' powers had, so she couldn't use them to make a sneaky getaway. She knew her fight was lost when another changeling appeared.
With Shadow Dragon, Puck, Moonfrost, Rosemary, Turgon, Emerald, and Princess Icicle gone, the remaining CBers, Poetic Panda, Spyro, Booksy Owly, Dragonrider, and Joss had to fight seven times harder.
The struggle continued. The Chatterboxers were crowded and they were pushed farther and farther away from each other, the dragons, and the farmer and his assistant.
Suddenly a cry of anguish arose from the hill where the farmer and his assistant had been fightning--A cry that had sounded like it belonged to the farmer's assistant!
Poetic Panda had been forced closer to that side and upon hearing the cry she'd quickly slipped away from the moss bat she was defending against to see what was going on.
When Poetic Panda saw the girl her body went cold. She was decorated with fallen leaves and she was hovering at least three feet off the ground.
The farmer's assistant was in human form, her mouth frozen in a horrified gape. The farmer was also in human form, clutching his stomach and glaring at the girl.
"Autumn Leaves," he coughed.
"Glad to see you remember me," she grinned.
"Stop this immediately."
"And give you mercy? I think not."
"What do you want?"
"All I want is revenge."
Poetic Panda used the very last sliver of her telepathy magic to alert the others to come. Very top hill...COME NOW!
The farmer's assistant didn't dare affront Autumn Leaves. She had seen her from afar many centuries ago and did not want to risk interference. But she had to save the farmer--somehow.
The CBers appeared almost all at once. "Spyro didn't make it," a CBer panted. Their armor masked their face, and Panda couldn't tell who it was. "We tried to save him, but--"
Autumn Leaves then noticed the Chatterboxers. Her eyes passed over each one of them, gazing right through their armor, searching their faces--and hearts.
"Watch, Chatterboxers," Autumn Leaves snarled, "as your dear farmer suffers his well-deserved fate."
"No!" a CBer shouted, darting forwards. At the same time, the farmer's assistan't shouted, "Don't get near her!" Autumn Leaves raised a hand and the CBer dropped to the ground.
The others were speechless with horror.
The farmer clutched his side and fell backwards. The farmer's assistant caught him. "I'm okay," he managed.
Autumn Leaves held up a horn made of leaves. "I've been put in control of a certain somebody's army," she explained, pretending to admire the horn's detail. Instead of using it, however, she whistled once and pointed at a CBer.
Before anyone could react, a large dinosaur-looking thing snatched the CBer from behind and ran away.
"It's just you two now," Autumn Leaves observed. "One of you is the good guy...And one of you is also the good guy. According to her viewpoint, that is. Shall we bring out the ghosts? Everyone simply must see this."
Suddenly, the ghosts were there, standing in a half circle behind the CBers. None of them looked too happy.
"No, no. No cheating! Look this way."
The CBers felt their heads pulled towards Autumn Leaves. "Today is the first day of fall here on this wretched prison. My powers have peaked--Only now are they a match to the farmer's magic!"
Leaves swept back and forth above. The sky darkened and the wind blew more furiously, dropping the temperature by three degrees.
The farmer groaned quietly. His face was pale. The farmer's assistant looked more frightened than anyone had ever seen her as she held the farmer gently in her lap.
The two remaining CBers looked at each other. As if on que, they reached for each others' helmets. They pulled them off, revealing...
Dragonrider.
And none other than Poetic Panda.
"You," breathed one of them.
Who was who? Which was which?
"Yes, me."
"I should've known."
"But you never guessed."
"Nobody suspected you!" 
"Hurry up, I'm getting tired of holding out," Autumn Leaves grumbled.
"You're right," Dragonrider said. "That was the whole point."
Poetic Panda was aghast.
"Get it through your skull, Panda. I'm the murderer." 
"What?!" Poetic Panda gasped. She felt like she had been slapped in the face. "But why?!"
Dragonrider scowled. "I'll tell you why. Listen to my story.
"When I first arrived here with the rest of you, I started out doing normal ski lodge murderer things. I trained a bunch of lions and found that I had a knack for animal training...They listened to me almost instantly. It took only a few seconds to turn them to my side. But my normal murderer schedule--that all changed after I snuck out the night after Micearenice's death. I discovered everything about this farm. And after performing one last experiment, I knew. I knew something even you still don't know. Nobody ever discovered it but me, or so it seems."
The farmer's assistant was listening to the confession with horrified interest. The farmer, too, strained to hear.
"You see, we're here, on a magical farm full of magical books. Every single book ever written is here. And I do believe that, with the aid of some magical devices from any book of your choice, the farmer could've rooted me out almost immediately. But. He. Didn't. For the first days I still wasn't sure about my theory. But after he emerged from his room, I was certain. He could've discovered me, locked me up, sent me away, et cetera, and kept you all safer. But he didn't. If he really cared about you, he would have. He didn't care. So I made it my mission to protect you from him."
Poetic Panda was horrified, and on top of that, confused. "How is killing us...protecting us?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. There's a reason he wasn't doing things the easy way. But I'll let the farmer tell you all that in a moment. He was trying to build your character...s. He cares about his books, you know. Anyway, I decided that if he wasn't going to protect you, I'd better get you all out of trouble before anything bad happened. I feared that if real trouble came he would make you fend for yourselves. So if you were going to die, you might as well die in good hands. I wasn't after in the way you thought I was after you. I was only really 'after' the farmer. I used the ghosts of the Chatterboxers to help me train animals--You know, they have to obey the one that killed them. CAPTCHAs and Alter Egos do not, however, but all of them stayed here anyway."
"That's insane! You could've tried making us leave the farm, instead of killing us all! Which, there was no need to do anything of that sort in the first place!"
Dragonrider ignored her. "I was doing you all a favor, Poetic Panda. But you failed to see that and you ruined my plans multiple times. Autumn Leaves, you may continue."
The farmer gasped with pain. He closed his eyes for a moment, regaining his breath. The farmer's assistant was sobbing. "Stop it!" she cried.
"He kept me prisoner for thousands upon thousands of years. I don't think I will."
The farmer clasped his assistant's hand. "This is it. I have only a few seconds."
Poetic Panda ran to the farmer's side.
"I'm sorry, Panda. What Dragonrider says is true...almost. I have been here far too long. Working for so long preparing the way for hundreds of stories...When you got here...When I discovered the story...I couldn't help myself, but that is no excuse for what I have done. I should've stopped this before it ever began. I'm sorry."
"No, Farmer, it's not your fault! It's Dragonrider's fault!" She's crazy!
"My dear assistant, you won't have to worry about a thing after I'm gone. I know you will take good care of this farm."
"Farmer..."
"And--don't forget. Tell them...about the book." The farmer struggled to take another breath.
"I will," assured the farmer's assistant. "I'm so sorry," she cried.
"Don't apologize. And for the new assistant...Remember what I said."
"I will."
"Don't--make--my same mistakes."
The farmer closed his eyes and his body relaxed what little it could. The petrification completed...and it was over. The farmer was dead.
The farmer's assistant turned her head skywards, tears flowing freely down her face. Splatters of rain came down to join her in mourning from the clouds that had moved in, and a warm breeze blew across the field. Autumn Leaves faded away, her powers spent for the time being. Dragonrider tapped her foot expectantly.
"Now tell them about the story," she demanded.
The farmer's assistant tenderly laid the farmer's body on the grass and stood up, wiping her eyes. "Someone is writing a story about you," she confessed.
Even the ghosts looked stunned.
"What do you mean?" Poetic Panda asked.
"I don't know how, but there's a story about you being created. The farmer..." she took a deep, shuddering breath. "The farmer put it in the woods. I don't know if you saw it?"
Poetic Panda remembered the glass wall from the woods. "That--that was our story?!"
The farmer's assistant nodded dismally. "We'd--that is, the farmer and I--had hoped, after discovering the story forming, that you would want to come back after this was over to come and relive your glory days. Since you were battling the murderer, and all. You're storybook characters now, you see. But now...now you might not want to."
Poetic Panda had so many thoughts racing through her mind at once that she couldn't speak.
Dragonrider stepped up to her, her eyes steely, and whistled. Poetic Panda was so angry and upset that she felt no fear when a lion bounded up the hill.
submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(December 6, 2016 - 8:08 am)
"I would've had Autumn Leaves do the same thing to you that she did to the farmer, but her magic is all used up. So I'm using Fido instead."
Time literally stopped as the lion jumped into the air. Apparently there was still some magic left inside Poetic Panda. The big feline's mouth was open, its claws were outstretched, and its cute little collar with 'Fido' written on it had stopped mid-dangle.
The CBette, bewildered, stepped out from under the lion. She thought for a moment, then picked up Dragonrider and placed her underneath it. Time started up again.
Dragonrider barely had time to register what had happened when she found herself in Poetic Panda's place. She glanced up, a split second more left to live, looking into Panda's eyes. Dragonrider's eyes were clearer than they had ever been. "I was wrong," she whispered.
Poetic Panda stopped time again in her surprise. She stared at the CBette. It could be a trick--but the look in her eyes. No one could fake that kind of emotion. Panda pulled Dragonrider out from underneath the lion and set her down far away from the predator.
Starting time again as easily as if she were pressing the 'play' button, Poetic Panda asked Dragonrider, "What was that again?"
Dragonrider frowned, confused with all the place-switching. "I was wrong."
"Whoa."
"I'm so sorry," she cried suddenly. "I don't know what was wrong with me! I feel like I've woken up from a bad dream! I--I killed the farmer!"
Poetic Panda didn't quite know what to say. "It--Er, it wasn't you...It was Autumn Leaves."
That didn't cheer Dragonrider up much--in fact, it made her feel worse. "I helped her do it. We...we organized all this." She gazed around the mutilated battlefield as if in a trance.
"Let's worry about that later."
Dragonrider broke down sobbing.
The farmer's assistant had watched the exchange with utter bewilderment. "What's going on?" she asked, walking over to the two.
"It's a mystery," Panda said simply. "A murder mystery."
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"So what happens now?" Panda asked the farmer's assistant.
"Well, I guess you can all go home now. If you want. I'm the new farmer--I'll have to find a new assistant. Which..." The farmer's assistant paused. "Well, the farmer wanted me to ask you if...well, if you would like to be my new assistant."
Poetic Panda was taken aback. "Me?"
The farmer's assistant--well, technically the farmer--nodded. Dragonrider stood way over by the ghosts, apologizing over and over and over and over again to them. She looked up in surprise upon hearing the offer.
"I know you're young, but you'd make a great farmer one day," the new farmer said.
"Really?"
"Yes, but you don't have to. You can go back to the Chatterbox if you'd like."
"I--In all honesty, I think I would. I'm terribly sorry, but after all this...I'd like a rest."
"I understand," said the new farmer, but she still looked disappointed. "I'll find someone else."
Dragonrider walked over. "If you wouldn't mind...could I be your new assistant? I really made a horrible mess of things. I'd like to make things right."
The farmer looked surprised. "Oh? Well...Let me think about it."
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Chip says, "Road." Yeah, Chip. It's time for the CBers to hit the road and go back to the CB. D:
May the farmer rest in peace.
(And this isn't the end; there's one more part. Sorry, Admins, for all the long posting. I just thought it would be best to post this part all at once...I'll post the last part later today.)
submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(December 6, 2016 - 8:18 am)
submitted by 500!
(December 6, 2016 - 5:23 pm)
Behold, the ending! The very last post ever to be made of this book! The part that sews together loose ends, the part that marks the stop sign, the part that every author *sniffle* dreads.
Here is Post Number: I have no idea, Part: The Last.
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The ghosts had all lined up by the gates to the farm. They still couldn't speak but they were obvoiusly excited to go back to the CB. Poetic Panda stood beside them, along with the CBers' dogs, and Dragonrider stood next to the farmer. She would soon be the next farmer's assistant.
"Goodbye!" called Poetic Panda after hugging everyone goodbye. The ghosts waved. Dragonrider and the farmer stood at the crank (that had just been conjured up) that would open the gates.
With a creak, both gates opened. The Nocte Fictiles waved goodbye as, one by one, the ghosts of the fallen CBers disappeared, back to the Chatterbox.
Micearenice. Abigail S. Hotairballoon. Cho Chang, Chip, Holly, Will T., Joan, Sydney, Gwen, Elsa, Over the Rainbow, Critic A, Rufus, Mortifero, Puck, Princess Icicle, Turgon, Booksy Owly, Shadow Dragon, Joss, Moonfrost, Rosemary, and Spyro all disappeared, one by one. 24 flashes of golden sparks and they ghosts were gone. Reunited with their fellow CBers, CAPTCHAs, and AEs. Poetic Panda waited for the herd of dogs to pass through the gate before following more slowly through.
She glanced back at the farm and everything in it. Waving goodbye to Dragonrider and the new farmer, she called, "We'll be back--someday!" There was still Dragonrider's mystery to be solved, and of course the mystery as to who was writing their story, but that would all be saved for another time.
The previous farmer's assistant and the soon-to-be farmer's assistant watched the CBers go dismally. They knew they'd see them again someday, but it was still sad saying goodbye. "Come back soon!" they called. "Come back soon."
The two waved and waved until everyone was gone in a haze of yellow sparks. The gates closed and the farmer and her assistant turned back to the farm.
"We have a lot of work to do."
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The CBers had done it. They had defeated the odds; defeated the murderer. They had saved the farm from destruction, but not without a cost. Now they left; older, wiser, and more courageous than they had ever been. They left as experts in magic, strategy, and other things most children only ever dreamed about becoming. They had entered as vacationers. They had exited as heroes.
Not only were they heroes, but they had been forever concreted in a story that a mysterious person was writing. As the gates to the farm closed and locked, the story in the woods came to a close as well. It would forever be there, tucked away inside the forest, its border marked by iron fencing with thirty names carved into it.
The farm would eagerly await the return of its heroes. But for now, those heroes simply needed a vacation.
The End
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And thus ends our story.
I know it was messy and disorganized. And I kept forgetting to post. And it lasted way longer than it should have. And (LOL) I did an AWFUL job keeping the murderer's identity a secret! But still, tell me how you liked it! It literally took a year to write. I need feedback...
Admins, did you like it?
What do you all think about a part two? I'm definitely not making it anytime soon, as I need to plan out all the events so that it's not repetitive or uncreative, but I think there needs to be one. How else will you know who's writing the story (coughcough you already know, but the story folk don't coughcough), or what happened to Dragonrider?
Anyway, thanks to all who joined this ski lodge! To all who made it possible! I wouldn't have written my first book if not for you guys!
Thank you, Booksy, Joss, Dragonrider, HAB, and Joan, for continuing to read this ski lodge for a WHOLE ENTIRE YEAR!!!!!!!!
Thanks, Dragonrider, for reminding me to keep posting new installments.
Thanks, all you other readers out there (if there are any other readers out there) who didn't post anything on it but also read this ski lodge for a WHOLE ENTIRE YEAR!!!!!!!
Thank you, Admins, for posting this whole adventure!
And thank you ALL for keeping me going by giving me compliments! They really helped inspire me to continue.
See ya later!
~The Farmer's Assistant
 
Yes, Farmer's Assistant, I liked it. I commend you for sticking with it for so many episodes/chapters.
Admin
submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(December 6, 2016 - 6:00 pm)

So...

after a year and six days, it's finally over.

What a ride.

I'm really sorry, I kind of forgot about this around page 30, but I saw it was finished yesterday and today I spent a good hour or so reading the last few pages. I can honestly say your creative writing skills are like nothing I've ever seen. You just captured everything so beautifully and perfectly, I can't even put it into words.

This was amazing, you are amazing, and I eagerly look forward to a potential sequel... but after that, I think everybody needs a vacation. 

(P.S.: Spyro is extremely depressed that he lost his doughnut-conjuring abilities in the battle. Also, he had to watch all his friends die in front of him, but he doesn't really seem to care about that as much.)

submitted by hotairballoon
(December 7, 2016 - 2:10 pm)

Thank you so much, Hotairballoon! You have no idea how much that means to me. :) 

submitted by Micearenice
(December 9, 2016 - 8:07 am)

Tippity-top!

submitted by It's Finished!
(December 7, 2016 - 6:00 pm)

That was sooooo amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You are a GREAT writer, and I'm so glad that you finished this story, even though I'm sad that there isn't any more of it to read. I thought that I was the murderer for a long time, but you almost had me believing that it was actully Poetic Panda! The story was so exciting and suspenseful, and I hope that you do another ski lodge-ish story someday! Awesome job!!! 

submitted by Dragonrider
(December 7, 2016 - 6:25 pm)

Thank you, Dragonrider! Yes, I thought it would be best to give a little bit of an almost-plot-twist. (Since I did such a horrible job keeping the murderer's identity a secret.)

In case you were curious, I drew names out of a hat to see who would be the murderer. I almost changed my mind and picked someone else...(Joss), but I didn't.

Yes, I have plans for my next ski lodge...It'll sort of be a part two, but I'm pretty sure it won't be here.

Did you guys know that the farm from the story was based off our farm? (But on a larger scale?) 

submitted by Micearenice
(December 9, 2016 - 8:17 am)

TOOOP! IT'S DONE!

submitted by PLZ READ THE END, ALL YOU WHO HAVEN'T
(December 10, 2016 - 8:58 am)

Aaaaah! Oh my goodness! MICE!!! You work magic! *rush hugs* You did it! You finished! Yaaaaay! Praise the mice! I love how this was by no means a traditional ski lodge, it was so much deeper, so much more... I loved it.

Also, I had no idea to the end who was the murderor. Yeah, I know, I'm gullible. 

submitted by Booksy Owly
(December 10, 2016 - 11:16 am)
submitted by Tip Tip Top, One Last Time
(December 13, 2016 - 6:37 pm)

I...

I'm speechless.

Micearenice, that was so amazing.

All the emotions that you made me feel... I felt like I was actually in the story

My soul kind of broke whenever someone died. The final battle was so incredible, and I never in a million years would have guessed the ending. I'm so impressed. You have gone above and beyond normal writing standards. 

Almost two years of writing!!! 

I can't even put into words how amazing this was. Thank you so much for sticking with it and writing it. 

(Yay, another story for me to fangirl over!)

This was just sooo good!! 

I bet you're going to be like the greatest author of all time when you grow up.

Heck, you already are!!

Thank youuuuu for this!!!! :):):)

submitted by Joss
(December 15, 2016 - 7:44 pm)
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