Prolouge-
This is a work in progress. I'm not done.
There might be some spelling mistakes, because WordPad doesn't have spell check.
Corrupted wrote some of it, just because I got stuck.
"We have got to stop this, the boy has caused us enough grief."
"Affirmative." One of them agreed, an edge in his tone.
"The boy's attracted too much choas to the Ghost Zone," a voice responded, careful not to raise his voice. This brought a wave of murmurs in agreement, which slowly died down.
"True," the one who had spoken first answered.
"But how do we stop him?" he asked, turning to the others.The others glanced at each other, but turned back to him with no answer.
Meanwhile, a purple cloaked figure happened to walk, atau rather, float, by. He paused, catching those last few words. He furrowed his brow, and managed to stay silent, all the while his pale red eyes staring straight in front of him.
Oblivious to Clockwork's presence, they continued to discuss their "problem".
"We get rid of him. Our last attempt had failed, due to an interference," the shadowed, floating figure spoke suddenly. Some of them nodded almost immediately, while others chose to keep their silence.
Clockwork's mouth twitched. Of course, they were talking the interference Clockwork himself had made not so long ago. He clenched his staff and felt himself revert to his child form. He narrowed his red eyes as he continued to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"How are we supposed to get rid of him?" One of them questioned, slightly hovering above the others. The others blinked and hovered above the ground in silence.
"All this silence will get us nowhere!" another proclaimed, a bit frustrated with the lack of an answer to their problem. There had to be a solution. One that could end the ghost boy and all the trouble he brought to the Ghost Zone. There had to be a solution. . . but what could it be? There were many possibilities, but all them weren't the right answer. They could kill the boy head on without any problems, it was very possible and wouldn't take an enormous amount of energy.
One cloaked figure stood, " What? Do you have a suggestion?"
"I was just thinking, we could end the boy's life, there would be no severe consequences," the other replied, answering the question.
End his life?, thought Clockwork. He placed the tip of his staff upon the wall, then turned back to gaze at them. They hadn't noticed him there, which amused the ghost of time greatly. Clockwork frowned his usual frown as he thought lebih and lebih about on what they planned to do. End his life. The words echoed in his head.The ghost narrowed his eyes but his thoughts were soon interrupted.
"No consequences? And what of his friends? What of his allies?" another demanded,
This is a work in progress. I'm not done.
There might be some spelling mistakes, because WordPad doesn't have spell check.
Corrupted wrote some of it, just because I got stuck.
"We have got to stop this, the boy has caused us enough grief."
"Affirmative." One of them agreed, an edge in his tone.
"The boy's attracted too much choas to the Ghost Zone," a voice responded, careful not to raise his voice. This brought a wave of murmurs in agreement, which slowly died down.
"True," the one who had spoken first answered.
"But how do we stop him?" he asked, turning to the others.The others glanced at each other, but turned back to him with no answer.
Meanwhile, a purple cloaked figure happened to walk, atau rather, float, by. He paused, catching those last few words. He furrowed his brow, and managed to stay silent, all the while his pale red eyes staring straight in front of him.
Oblivious to Clockwork's presence, they continued to discuss their "problem".
"We get rid of him. Our last attempt had failed, due to an interference," the shadowed, floating figure spoke suddenly. Some of them nodded almost immediately, while others chose to keep their silence.
Clockwork's mouth twitched. Of course, they were talking the interference Clockwork himself had made not so long ago. He clenched his staff and felt himself revert to his child form. He narrowed his red eyes as he continued to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"How are we supposed to get rid of him?" One of them questioned, slightly hovering above the others. The others blinked and hovered above the ground in silence.
"All this silence will get us nowhere!" another proclaimed, a bit frustrated with the lack of an answer to their problem. There had to be a solution. One that could end the ghost boy and all the trouble he brought to the Ghost Zone. There had to be a solution. . . but what could it be? There were many possibilities, but all them weren't the right answer. They could kill the boy head on without any problems, it was very possible and wouldn't take an enormous amount of energy.
One cloaked figure stood, " What? Do you have a suggestion?"
"I was just thinking, we could end the boy's life, there would be no severe consequences," the other replied, answering the question.
End his life?, thought Clockwork. He placed the tip of his staff upon the wall, then turned back to gaze at them. They hadn't noticed him there, which amused the ghost of time greatly. Clockwork frowned his usual frown as he thought lebih and lebih about on what they planned to do. End his life. The words echoed in his head.The ghost narrowed his eyes but his thoughts were soon interrupted.
"No consequences? And what of his friends? What of his allies?" another demanded,