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One day Walleyed Roy woke up and realised that he had no idea where he was. He hadn't a clue how he had got there or what he had been doing the night before, or the night before that, or the night before that, or the night before that. Heck, he couldn't remember what he'd been doing three seconds ago. Despite being in strange, new surroundings Walleyed Roy was not perplexed or scared in the least. In fact, he promptly fell back to sleep.
Upon his reawakening he found himself still lying in the middle of nowhere. He decided to get up and survey his surroundings (whatever that meant). After a while he gave up trying to remember what it meant and focused instead on the footsteps he could hear slowly making their way towards him. It was then that he realised that he was in a room of some sort. Amazed that he knew what one of those was, he wiggled with shock.

"Roy, what the hell are you doing?"

Walleyed Roy looked up to see Facepalm Marth, doing a face palm (of course).

"Hiya Snarf! What are you doin' here?" Walleyed Roy giggled, as he realised that poking his thumb with his finger was a great source of entertainment.
"Doing a report for the Daily Mail." Facepalm Marth said sarcastically. "This is the plz account house, Roy. What do you think I'm doing here? And my name's not Snarf."
"We have our own house?" Walleyed Roy gasped, as his finger absent-mindedly made its way into his nose.
"Why me..." Facepalm Marth groaned, his hands itching to clamp themselves round Walleyed Roy's neck. "Look, why don't you go do something productive? Like play in the road?"
"That was rather uncalled for, Palmy," Moustache Marth said, entering the room. "Don't you think?"
"Don't... call me that..." Facepalm Marth replied through gritted teeth.
Moustache Marth raised an eyebrow. "Come now. I know you adore the nicknames I come up for you."
"WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?!" Walleyed Roy squealed, collapsing for no adequately explored reason.
"Strange boy. I don't think he deserves to own that soul of his... it would serve a much greater purpose if it were mine..." Moustache Marth mused.
Facepalm Marth ignored him, instead contemplating whether to kick Walleyed Roy in the head or not. After a while he decided not to as it would most likely result in him being even more mentally retarded than he already was, so he kicked him in the stomach instead and turned around to find Moustache Marth still rambling on about souls to no-one in particular.
"Are you still here?" Facepalm Marth frowned, as Walleyed Roy began giggling uncontrollably.
"Huh? What?" Moustache Marth looked around as if he had just been woken from a daze. "Oh, it's you, Palmy."
Facepalm Marth winced as Moustache Marth smiled at him creepily.
"You know what? I've got to go do... stuff. As far away from you as possible. Bye."
In his hurry to leave the room Facepalm Marth failed to notice Creepy Marth lying curled up on the floor and promptly tripped over him.
"Ugh... figures... nobody ever notices me... no one cares..." Creepy Marth muttered to himself, slowly getting up. "I knew I should've just stayed in my corner..."
"Enjoy your trip, Palmy?" Moustache Marth laughed. "What, no postcard?"
"Don't make me forget to stamp it," Facepalm Marth growled, getting to his feet and storming off.
"OH U," OH U Marth greeted as Facepalm Marth walked past him.
"Quiet, you." Facepalm Marth snapped.
"OH U." OH U Marth replied cheerfully, before striking up a conversation with OH U, who was attempting to dance like Stickman Dancing.

Elsewhere, Walleyed Roy had made his way deeper into the enormous house, and had ended up in the dungeons which housed the CD-I plz accounts. The eerie silence was broken only by the occasional "Squadalah!" and "No" and other infamous phrases, but Walleyed Roy was unafraid. In fact, he was actually quite bored, so he went back to sleep.
Some time later he was rudely awakened by a foot embedding itself in his face, along with someone shouting obscene things at him.
"Get up! Come on! I mean it, you irritating little mother-"
"WIGGLES!" Walleyed Roy squealed, leaping up and clamping himself to the unknown person.
"Wiggles? Who the bloody hell is Wiggles? And get off me!" The one known as "Wiggles" was actually just Facepalm Marth, who appeared to be rather miffed for some reason.
"I knew you'd come back Wiggles!" Walleyed Roy replied, blissfully unaware of Facepalm Marth's desire to inflict horrible pain upon his being.
"Roy! I am not Wiggles! Get the hell off me!" Marth growled.
"ROOM! I KNOW WHAT ONE OF THOSE IS!" Walleyed Roy giggled as he promptly detached himself from Facepalm Marth and began running around with glee.
"I didn't say... oh, forget it. Look, your stupid brother Happy Roy forced me to go look for you. What the hell are you doing down here?"
"AWWW, HOW SWEET! Whyyyy?"
"Because he knows that if you wander off on your own it's bound to mean trouble. You'd wander into a main road or something and try to hug one of the oncoming cars. Not that that would be a bad thing... and take your freaking hand off my shoulder before I snap it off."
"MEANIE! I'M NOT DOIN' ANYTHING!" Walleyed Roy shouted, stomping his foot.
Without warning a booming "MAH BOI!" came from behind Facepalm Marth, who glanced behind him and quickly turned pale.
"Oh shi-"
Before Facepalm Marth could finish his uncivilized phrase, the King had taken a heavy step forwards, letting out a resounding "DINNER!". Facepalm Marth wasn't sure whether he was asking if dinner was ready or not but he wasn't taking any chances; he promptly seized hold of Walleyed Roy's arm and tore down the corridor, pushing past some curious CD-I plzes who let out an indignant "SEE THE ENCLOSED INSTRUCTION BOOK!" (amongst other phrases).

The moment they were out of the dungeon Facepalm Marth threw Walleyed Roy to the floor, slammed the door shut and leant against it, breathing heavily.
For a short while, all that could be heard was Facepalm Marth struggling to breathe and a faint "I won!" emitting from the dungeon.
Once he had regained his composture, Facepalm Marth calmy strode over to Walleyed Roy, kicked him in the crotch, and stormed off, muttering darkly.
After a while, Walleyed Roy got to his feet as if nothing had happened, and promptly walked back into the CD-I dungeon.

To be continued... maaaayyybeeeeeee *waves hands around*
Just a random short pointless story I did when I should've been doing homework. It features :iconwalleyedroyplz:, :iconmarthfacepalmplz:, :iconmoustachemarthplz:, :iconcreepymarthplz:, :iconmarthohuplz:, :iconohuplz:, :iconstickmandancingplz:, :iconsquadalahplz:, :iconmahboiplz:, :iconmarioseznoplz:, :iconinstructionbookplz: and :iconiwonplz:.

I feel ill.
ยฉ 2009 - 2024 Chloemew4ever
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what a cheerful and uplifting description