Post by nightblood on Jun 14, 2008 16:40:27 GMT -5
A figure, sleek and black as the night, strode through the thick forest of towering plants. Every touch of his surroundings told him where to move. His legs pushed onward over the ground in his constant search for food. Small as he was, it was hard to believe that he could survive an atomic bomb blast, yet there were so many like him that it was easy to see why.
Onward he moved until he was blown down by a sudden, forceful wind. A sound, like drawn out thunder, was carried on it, along with the smell of food. Yes, it was heavy with that scent. Righting himself, he walked forward until he saw, looming high above him, what looked similar to a rocky and snow-covered mountain. Yet he was sure the sound and wind was coming from it.
Continuing on, he found a giant cave. It must have been magic, for it would open and shut, as if daring anything to come inside. Indeed, only the bravest would chance being cut in half by those large green stalagmites and stalactites that lined the opening.
Well, he couldn't risk being cut in half. He didn't like the thought of dieing nine days later. Instead, he began scaling the mountain, looking for food within the white and black forest. These plants weren't as tall as the green ones he'd been in. He was able to walk on top of these, granted it was a little difficult to do so. After what seemed like a lifetime of climbing, he finally set foot on a black, slick surface. Looking back at the mountain, he could see two slits on either side of him, shrouded in black. One began to flutter open as he tried to feel around it, reveling a glossy and sickly green eye. The other slit shot open to show a second. Intrigued, he studied the orbs one at a time as they stared back at him.
"Mmm. Breakfast," came a booming voice.
Before the beetle could react, a dual-colored tongue shot out from the cavern below and raised up, dragging him into the cave of green teeth. Indeed, he could survive a nuclear blast, but no bug could win an encounter with BeetleJuice.
Grinning as he chewed the amazingly easy meal, BJ bickered with himself whether to start the day or not. But since this breakfast was so simple, maybe he could chance the rest of the day.
With a satisfied (and very loud) belch, Beege sat up and began to stretch and ready himself for some more wandering around the graveyard. He could see now that the headstone he had chosen to lay in the shadow of that night read "Rest in Peace", a common phrase found on such objects, but he had had his fill of peaceful resting for the evening and was ready for some mischief, something he prided himself in getting into.
...but what trouble could he POSSIBLY get into in a graveyard?
Onward he moved until he was blown down by a sudden, forceful wind. A sound, like drawn out thunder, was carried on it, along with the smell of food. Yes, it was heavy with that scent. Righting himself, he walked forward until he saw, looming high above him, what looked similar to a rocky and snow-covered mountain. Yet he was sure the sound and wind was coming from it.
Continuing on, he found a giant cave. It must have been magic, for it would open and shut, as if daring anything to come inside. Indeed, only the bravest would chance being cut in half by those large green stalagmites and stalactites that lined the opening.
Well, he couldn't risk being cut in half. He didn't like the thought of dieing nine days later. Instead, he began scaling the mountain, looking for food within the white and black forest. These plants weren't as tall as the green ones he'd been in. He was able to walk on top of these, granted it was a little difficult to do so. After what seemed like a lifetime of climbing, he finally set foot on a black, slick surface. Looking back at the mountain, he could see two slits on either side of him, shrouded in black. One began to flutter open as he tried to feel around it, reveling a glossy and sickly green eye. The other slit shot open to show a second. Intrigued, he studied the orbs one at a time as they stared back at him.
"Mmm. Breakfast," came a booming voice.
Before the beetle could react, a dual-colored tongue shot out from the cavern below and raised up, dragging him into the cave of green teeth. Indeed, he could survive a nuclear blast, but no bug could win an encounter with BeetleJuice.
Grinning as he chewed the amazingly easy meal, BJ bickered with himself whether to start the day or not. But since this breakfast was so simple, maybe he could chance the rest of the day.
With a satisfied (and very loud) belch, Beege sat up and began to stretch and ready himself for some more wandering around the graveyard. He could see now that the headstone he had chosen to lay in the shadow of that night read "Rest in Peace", a common phrase found on such objects, but he had had his fill of peaceful resting for the evening and was ready for some mischief, something he prided himself in getting into.
...but what trouble could he POSSIBLY get into in a graveyard?