Post by RandallBoggs on Oct 28, 2008 22:04:23 GMT -5
Alrighty...
The CoMONdy crew has hoped to write up some spooky stories that we could add to liven the holiday mood ^_^ This is one of a couple ^_^ So they are here to enjoy, get some scare, and some laugh ^_^
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This one deals with after-effects for Spyro's party, a pic of which can be seen in Fan Art ^_^ Ran and me are a little in it of course which qualifies us in ^0^ This was thought up when we were running the party through our heads and finally came up with this....or should I say....the girls did ^0^ Enjoy and have fun ^_^
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Spyro's Big Scare
"Well heeeeey girls..." Spyro snorted, coming between Cynder and Ember, placing his arms around each of them, him in the center.
Ember gave him a flattery look. "Hey Spyro" she said, almost sensual and dubby.
Cynder was less than overtaken. "Enjoying your party Sp...". Before she could finish, Spyro gave a large hiccup that drowned her out. After a second, she eyed him. "...Excuse you...."
"Wha?" Spyro asked. Cynder was about to comment, till Spyro turned his attention back to Ember. "Hey Ember....want to fly around the room?" he asked, pointing with the Firestarter's Liquor clutched in his left claws.
"Oh....well..." Ember half turned, blushing.
Cynder gave an unimpressed look, waving Spyro's attention back to her. "Spyro...I don't think you should be flying right now..."
"Why not?" Spyro asked dull-like.
Cynder spread her arms, though feeling a little unbalanced not being used to being on hind legs. "Well for one..." she said, grabbing the empty bottle, Spyro becoming slightly unbalanced. "You've had quite enough of this stuff..."
"Oh come ooooonnn..." Spyro muttered, eyes half-closed.
Cynder folded her arms. "You'll be sticking your horns in a wall or something...."
Spyro rolled his eyes, coming between the two again, arms around. "Oh please...I think I know what I can do Cynder...I can hold my liquid..."
Cynder eyed him like a sibling, which she was actually close to. "No...that's what that diaper taped on you does...". Spyro blinked, looking down at his diaper's dark tinted front. He laughed, still looking down.
Finally he looked back up, craning his mouth. "....What?"
"Ugh..." Cynder moaned, claw to forehead.
Ember saw her chance. "So Spyro....." she said, twiddling a claw around his chest.
Spyro eyed her. "Oh wait....forgot....your with that mole thing nowadays aren't ya?"
Ember eyed him, this time. "Bandit's an armadillo Spyro...."
Spryo rolled his eyes, leaning back a bit and dropping his arms, wings too. "What? He's macho?"
Ember looked over at Cynder, then back. "No....armadillo..."
Spryo rose a brow. "What? Hero....?".
Ember rolled her eyes. "No...not..."
Spryo suddenly spread his arms. "Hero? Oh pleash..." he started slurly. "I'm the hero! That's what dish celebration is about!".
Ember folded her arms. "That's kind of self centered Spyro..."
Spyro turned. "Oh who needs yah..." he said, slightly waddling, though it wasn't due to his slightly damp diaper.
Ember and Cynder watched him waddle off to the other side of the party room. Ember giggled at the sight. "He does look cute in a diaper" she said, smiling at Cynder, but when she saw her slightly blank look, she stopped, pausing for a moment. "He was....being kind of a jerk" Ember noted.
Cynder shook her head. "He didn't use to be...".
*
Spyro was a little unsure where he was going, but decided not to question as he came to one of the doors. Scuffing a bit, he dragged it open and waddled into a hallway. Dark browned walls with a few elevated layers, several shadowed paintings, and a red decorated carpet. He stepped in, looking left, path going around a corner, and right, going long. He briefly composed himself, looking down the paths. A little bit of curiosity wondered about the rest of the place.
Suddenly, the door he came through jerked back and shut. Spyro jumped. The sound of the party was silenced. It took Spyro a second or two to figure out that a door shut. Took him another to realize his diaper was slightly heavier. When the small dragon chuckled at his own, brief, period of spooks, he gripped the door knob and pulled.......and pulled. AND PULLED.
"Pfft..." he scoffed, placing a clawed foot on the door side and pulled again. It was stuck. "Great...old place..." he mumbled, knocking. "Hello? HALLO?".
*
From inside the room, at the party, the knocking was drowned out by the music and talking.
"You hear something?" Randall mumbled to Sean. Sean shrugged and Randall did the same.
*
"Great...." Spyro muttered, whacking his foot against the wood....then instantly taking a minute to hold and jump in pain. When he finally recovered, he figured to best get in somewhere. That is after he thought of setting fire to the door, but thankfully he didn't go with that. He took the long path right. He mumbled some incoherent things, ranging from "booze was good" to "I hate sheep". It wasn't till he reached another door on his left that took his attention away the walk. "Good...finally..." he muttered, having lost a full 52 seconds. He grabbed the handle and pulled.....and pulled. "Oh jeez...". He banged his head against the door. "Is EVERYTHING in this house..." he started, turning around, arms spread in a fornlorn way, banging his back against the door. "...LOCKED?". No sooner had he said that, then did the door open behind him.
*
The next three seconds, Spyro got to know his hind legs a little better, cause he was staring at them while he was on his back. "Ow". He leaned up, placing up his arms and flexing his wings. Getting took moment of thought, but he contented with rolling to the side, getting on all fours, then on his back legs, adjusting his diaper, then procceeded to check out the room.
Small one. It looked like a study actually. On the right wall, in the middle, was a fireplace. High on the wall was an embrodied picture that was faded out. Up ahead was a small desk, like one of those you'd see in colonial days, with the convertiable top. To thee left of that was an enormous clock. It was, indeed, a grandfather clock, but it was twice the size and each part contributed to it. Spyro himself could fit inside the glass box where the dangling gold pendulum was, a decorative purple veil behin it. Beside that was three side to side shelves of books, in the corner on their right was a formed in small table with a desk light, probably to check on a book quickly. On the left wall was a huge tapastry, nearly covering the entire wall, and it was hanging like a curtain. Spyro was a little tempted to se if it was hiding something. On his immediate left was a drawer with a vase on it, another picture on the wall, and finally a large tinted brown recliner chair, probably for those who wanted to read for a long while. The room was dimly light with eight small bulbs around the top of the walls.
"Pfft..." Spyro scoffed, hardly impressed. But then something caught his eye before he intended to leave. Sitting there, in the middle of the similarly decorated rug, was a purple gem. "Whoa...". It was as large as grown man's fist, and as shiny as a freshly polished oscar. And, of course, Spyro knew it was, so far known, the crem de la crem of gems....the most valuable.
"Come to papa..." Spyro chuckled, walking over to it. He savored the moment, bending down and plucking the gem from the floor, throwing it up slightly and catching it. "Tah ha!" he laughed, rubbing a shoulder on one side to uneedingly clear his own reflection. "Twinkle twinkle what shall I buy?" he said to himself.
Unknowingly to Spyro, as he was having his moment of "gem love", the door to the study inched it's way back to shut, nearly in silence. It wasn't till it slammed shut did it get a reaction out of the dragon. That reaction being a lightning fast turn, a slight increase of weight in his diaper, and the gem slipped out of his hands. Taking priority, Spryo grabbed for it, finally using his wings to steady himself as it came back in his claws, before Spyro held it close to his chest, breathing heavily. The room certainly didn't look it right now, but it sure felt darker.
*
"O...k..." Spyro said after the moment of silence. Just as he was thinking of moving again, the lights started to flicker, shadows went crazy, appearing and disappearing in flashes. The shadows seemed like they crept closer with each flash, till Spyro backed up against the giant grandfather clock. As soon as his wings touched the glass, the clock started ticking. "Gah!". He whipped around, backing up. "That's it! Out!" he shouted, running to the door, morely like a hastened waddle, grabbing the door handle and tugging.....and tugged...
"NOT AGAIN!" he yelled, placing both clawed feet on the door, trying to yank the thing open. But the door wouldn't budge. "OPEN UP!!" he yelled, tugging so hard his hands slipped and he fell back onto his squishy diapered rear. He stayed sitting there, not because of the impact, not bcause the door wouldn't open...but because of the voice.
"Yooooouuuuuu..." a voice echoed, seeming to sound from every side of the room.
Spyro squeaked, if a dragon COULD squeak, pulling the gem, and his tail, closer to his body. "Who's there?!"
"Greeeeeedddyyy" another voice echoed, this one more closer, somewhere behind him, but Spyro didn't look.
"Yoooouuuu toooookkk mmyyyy sttttuuuffff...."
Spryo's pupils shifted from the middle of his eye, down to the gem. Instinctibly, well in away, Spyro dropped the gem, bringing his claws to his mouth. "Uhh...I...I uhh...put it back" he said uneasily, pointing at the gem. "See!!". He waited for a reply.....
"Arrroggaaanntttt theeeiiiffff...." the voice replied, getting another yip out of Spyro. But, then a moment later, he growled, getting to his feet and pointing up.
"HEY! I returned it! Like I NEED your crappy gem in the first place!" he shouted. But when the voice replied, the defiance fell.
"Tiiiimmmeee foooorrr paaayyybaaaccckk...."
"Wha?" Spyro said, the pointing coming down. Just then, the fireplace sprouted to life, bursting upward an eriee green flame. Spyro jumped backward, hitting the drawer, the vase toppling and crashing ontop of his head. Luckily his horns broke it to pieces before it hit him.
"Yooooouuuu brrrrookke mmmyyyy vvvaassee..." the second voice said, as if it had witnessed it. Spryo didn't even take the time to brush the vase pieces off his head, just ran to the corner, looking back at the pulsing flame. As he stared, heavily breathing from the event, he swore he saw some kind of face appearing in it.
"Geeeeeetttttt'emmmm...." the first voice coaxed the other.
The simple phase was all Spyro needed. He aimed for the grandfather clock, nearly tearing up the rug with his claws, and grabbed the knob of the case. He pulled and...it actually opened. Spyro didn't take a momet to celebrate, just climbed in, shutting the door. The pendulum swung against his side, but he pushed it out of the way, went behind it, and pulled the veil over.
He was in the dark now, a slit in the middle of the veil the only view spot. He could har his own heavy breathing, but slowly calmed when he saw nothing. He grabbed the veil, looking around more, still nothing. "Phew..." he breathed, placing his back against the end of the clock's inside, whipping his forehead. "Alright...I...better lay off that Firestarter stuff..." he breathed, padding the front of his diaper.
"That...and more".
Spyro went pale, and then slowly turned his head left, starring at the wooden side. And it stared back, two glaring red eyes. Spyro nearly did something similiar to a whimper...but he settled for the common scream, bursting out of the clock case and turned. The red eyes were gone. "What's going on!?"
"Whoehehehehehehehehe!"
He gulped, looking left. The tapastry fluttered, more and more violently. And then noise echoed through the whole room, but it was more like a violent moaning. Spyro felt the spines on his back shiver as SOMETHING emerged from the tapastry. It was a huge shadow that sucked the dark from around the room. It swirled around and around till it settled into a ghostly form. Then the red eyes appeared. Spyro fell on his rear, scampering back a little as it's body grew arms with long fingers like claws. One flattened against the floor, and the other did the same against the ceiling, both growing toward him like a tree branch in the night. Spyro would've ran then and there, but SOMETHING else....was behind him.
"WHA!?". It grabbed his shoulders and held him where he was. It was dawned in dark rags and it's eyes were wide and red veined. It's hands were green and slimy, and Spyro didn't even want to look at the rest of it. Whatever it was, it gave a very amused laugh as he went between looking at it, and the growing shadow. It was nearly right on him. The next second, it was right near him. The claw flattened on the floor rose up, wrapping around his tail like a tentacle. If Spyro's diaper wasn't full before, it certainly was now, the tapes straining along with it's owner.
Then the face paused, a mouth forming on it's side. "....BOO"
That did it. Spyro yelled at the top of his lungs. With uneasiness and no subtlety, he jumped, and scampered to the door as fast as he could, grabbing the sides of his bloated diaper with his hands, and then banged on it. "Let me out! Let me out! Let me out! Let me out!!!!" he yelled. He turned back, the ragged ghost chuckling, and the shadow coming closer. Spyro was halfly thinking this was the end. "Oh jeez!...". He turned back, banging more. "SEAN! IGNITUS! EMBER! CYNDER! SOMEBODY!!!". With one final bang, it was like the pleading worked. The door opened. Spyro took no time to be thankful. He slipped through, and slammed the door shut, placing his back against it, breathing heavy.
"Thank somebody...." he breathed, collapsing on his filled diaper, nearly snapping the tapes, and started to drift off. But then the door banged from the inside, and that was enough to get him moving again. "GAH!". He jumped up, running up the hall. He came to the doors with the party inside, and flung the doors opening.
*
Not bothering to wonder why he didn't have to tug several times, Spyro breathed in to yell out. "....THERE ARE GHOSTS IN THIS PLACE!!!!!" he yelled. Everyone turned their attention to the small purple dragon sweating in a drooping disposable diaper. A few seconds of looking....and...everyone turned their attention back to the party. Only Sean, Ember and Cynder were still looking at him.
"Ghosts?" Sean said, raising a brow. Getting a response, Spyro ran to him, jumping and pointing.
"GHOSTS! SPOOKS! DEAD PEOPLE!". He gripped Sean's pant leg, looking up like a kid who had a nightmare. "I SEE DEAD THINGS!". Sean looked over at Randall, who just shrugged and scuffed.
"O...K..." Sean said, grabbing Spyro under his arms and lifting him up. "I think you've had enough faking drunkness for one day...". Spyro looked at him in disbelief.
"You don't believe me?! But it's right there! In the next room!"
"Sure..." Randall chuckled.
"Yeah...and what I believe is your diaper's on it's last limb...lets get you changed" Sean buzzed in, carrying Spyro off.
"BUT IT WAS REAL!!! It was BIG! AND ALL DARK AND....IT WAS REAL!" he complained and yelled, but Sean only whistled "cuckoo".
*
Ember and Cynder had been laughing ever since Spyro came in. Seeing Spyro so scared and in a probably dirty diaper was the start of the laughter, and his claiming of ghost only increased upon that. But they were laughing more than anyone else. And it should be....as they were the so-called "ghosts" that gave Spyro a great scare.
"Ohh..." Cynder said, trying to breath from laughing so much. "He was so scared he really DID let go!"
"Yeah..." Ember said, chuckling. "That "fear" and "shadow" breath power thingy of yours would've scared me if I wasn't in on it!"
"Thought you might've been wearing that costume...was almost sure Spyro would notice"
"Notice? No...he was too busy babbling like a baby!" Ember replied.
Cynder chuckled again. "Great with the creepy voice Ember...did it just like me"
"Well maybe not as good"
"We sure did teach him a lesson though...now he'll think twice about being a jerk"
"Yeah!" Ember stated. "OH! And I really liked when you spooked him in the clock hehehe"
Cynder paused, looking over Ember. "I....thought that was you..."
Ember looked confused. "Uhh no...I walked in with my costume while he was in there..."
"Well it wasn't you and it wasn't me...". Both girl dragons looked around the party room. "Who was it?"
The CoMONdy crew has hoped to write up some spooky stories that we could add to liven the holiday mood ^_^ This is one of a couple ^_^ So they are here to enjoy, get some scare, and some laugh ^_^
----------------------
This one deals with after-effects for Spyro's party, a pic of which can be seen in Fan Art ^_^ Ran and me are a little in it of course which qualifies us in ^0^ This was thought up when we were running the party through our heads and finally came up with this....or should I say....the girls did ^0^ Enjoy and have fun ^_^
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Spyro's Big Scare
"Well heeeeey girls..." Spyro snorted, coming between Cynder and Ember, placing his arms around each of them, him in the center.
Ember gave him a flattery look. "Hey Spyro" she said, almost sensual and dubby.
Cynder was less than overtaken. "Enjoying your party Sp...". Before she could finish, Spyro gave a large hiccup that drowned her out. After a second, she eyed him. "...Excuse you...."
"Wha?" Spyro asked. Cynder was about to comment, till Spyro turned his attention back to Ember. "Hey Ember....want to fly around the room?" he asked, pointing with the Firestarter's Liquor clutched in his left claws.
"Oh....well..." Ember half turned, blushing.
Cynder gave an unimpressed look, waving Spyro's attention back to her. "Spyro...I don't think you should be flying right now..."
"Why not?" Spyro asked dull-like.
Cynder spread her arms, though feeling a little unbalanced not being used to being on hind legs. "Well for one..." she said, grabbing the empty bottle, Spyro becoming slightly unbalanced. "You've had quite enough of this stuff..."
"Oh come ooooonnn..." Spyro muttered, eyes half-closed.
Cynder folded her arms. "You'll be sticking your horns in a wall or something...."
Spyro rolled his eyes, coming between the two again, arms around. "Oh please...I think I know what I can do Cynder...I can hold my liquid..."
Cynder eyed him like a sibling, which she was actually close to. "No...that's what that diaper taped on you does...". Spyro blinked, looking down at his diaper's dark tinted front. He laughed, still looking down.
Finally he looked back up, craning his mouth. "....What?"
"Ugh..." Cynder moaned, claw to forehead.
Ember saw her chance. "So Spyro....." she said, twiddling a claw around his chest.
Spyro eyed her. "Oh wait....forgot....your with that mole thing nowadays aren't ya?"
Ember eyed him, this time. "Bandit's an armadillo Spyro...."
Spryo rolled his eyes, leaning back a bit and dropping his arms, wings too. "What? He's macho?"
Ember looked over at Cynder, then back. "No....armadillo..."
Spryo rose a brow. "What? Hero....?".
Ember rolled her eyes. "No...not..."
Spryo suddenly spread his arms. "Hero? Oh pleash..." he started slurly. "I'm the hero! That's what dish celebration is about!".
Ember folded her arms. "That's kind of self centered Spyro..."
Spyro turned. "Oh who needs yah..." he said, slightly waddling, though it wasn't due to his slightly damp diaper.
Ember and Cynder watched him waddle off to the other side of the party room. Ember giggled at the sight. "He does look cute in a diaper" she said, smiling at Cynder, but when she saw her slightly blank look, she stopped, pausing for a moment. "He was....being kind of a jerk" Ember noted.
Cynder shook her head. "He didn't use to be...".
*
Spyro was a little unsure where he was going, but decided not to question as he came to one of the doors. Scuffing a bit, he dragged it open and waddled into a hallway. Dark browned walls with a few elevated layers, several shadowed paintings, and a red decorated carpet. He stepped in, looking left, path going around a corner, and right, going long. He briefly composed himself, looking down the paths. A little bit of curiosity wondered about the rest of the place.
Suddenly, the door he came through jerked back and shut. Spyro jumped. The sound of the party was silenced. It took Spyro a second or two to figure out that a door shut. Took him another to realize his diaper was slightly heavier. When the small dragon chuckled at his own, brief, period of spooks, he gripped the door knob and pulled.......and pulled. AND PULLED.
"Pfft..." he scoffed, placing a clawed foot on the door side and pulled again. It was stuck. "Great...old place..." he mumbled, knocking. "Hello? HALLO?".
*
From inside the room, at the party, the knocking was drowned out by the music and talking.
"You hear something?" Randall mumbled to Sean. Sean shrugged and Randall did the same.
*
"Great...." Spyro muttered, whacking his foot against the wood....then instantly taking a minute to hold and jump in pain. When he finally recovered, he figured to best get in somewhere. That is after he thought of setting fire to the door, but thankfully he didn't go with that. He took the long path right. He mumbled some incoherent things, ranging from "booze was good" to "I hate sheep". It wasn't till he reached another door on his left that took his attention away the walk. "Good...finally..." he muttered, having lost a full 52 seconds. He grabbed the handle and pulled.....and pulled. "Oh jeez...". He banged his head against the door. "Is EVERYTHING in this house..." he started, turning around, arms spread in a fornlorn way, banging his back against the door. "...LOCKED?". No sooner had he said that, then did the door open behind him.
*
The next three seconds, Spyro got to know his hind legs a little better, cause he was staring at them while he was on his back. "Ow". He leaned up, placing up his arms and flexing his wings. Getting took moment of thought, but he contented with rolling to the side, getting on all fours, then on his back legs, adjusting his diaper, then procceeded to check out the room.
Small one. It looked like a study actually. On the right wall, in the middle, was a fireplace. High on the wall was an embrodied picture that was faded out. Up ahead was a small desk, like one of those you'd see in colonial days, with the convertiable top. To thee left of that was an enormous clock. It was, indeed, a grandfather clock, but it was twice the size and each part contributed to it. Spyro himself could fit inside the glass box where the dangling gold pendulum was, a decorative purple veil behin it. Beside that was three side to side shelves of books, in the corner on their right was a formed in small table with a desk light, probably to check on a book quickly. On the left wall was a huge tapastry, nearly covering the entire wall, and it was hanging like a curtain. Spyro was a little tempted to se if it was hiding something. On his immediate left was a drawer with a vase on it, another picture on the wall, and finally a large tinted brown recliner chair, probably for those who wanted to read for a long while. The room was dimly light with eight small bulbs around the top of the walls.
"Pfft..." Spyro scoffed, hardly impressed. But then something caught his eye before he intended to leave. Sitting there, in the middle of the similarly decorated rug, was a purple gem. "Whoa...". It was as large as grown man's fist, and as shiny as a freshly polished oscar. And, of course, Spyro knew it was, so far known, the crem de la crem of gems....the most valuable.
"Come to papa..." Spyro chuckled, walking over to it. He savored the moment, bending down and plucking the gem from the floor, throwing it up slightly and catching it. "Tah ha!" he laughed, rubbing a shoulder on one side to uneedingly clear his own reflection. "Twinkle twinkle what shall I buy?" he said to himself.
Unknowingly to Spyro, as he was having his moment of "gem love", the door to the study inched it's way back to shut, nearly in silence. It wasn't till it slammed shut did it get a reaction out of the dragon. That reaction being a lightning fast turn, a slight increase of weight in his diaper, and the gem slipped out of his hands. Taking priority, Spryo grabbed for it, finally using his wings to steady himself as it came back in his claws, before Spyro held it close to his chest, breathing heavily. The room certainly didn't look it right now, but it sure felt darker.
*
"O...k..." Spyro said after the moment of silence. Just as he was thinking of moving again, the lights started to flicker, shadows went crazy, appearing and disappearing in flashes. The shadows seemed like they crept closer with each flash, till Spyro backed up against the giant grandfather clock. As soon as his wings touched the glass, the clock started ticking. "Gah!". He whipped around, backing up. "That's it! Out!" he shouted, running to the door, morely like a hastened waddle, grabbing the door handle and tugging.....and tugged...
"NOT AGAIN!" he yelled, placing both clawed feet on the door, trying to yank the thing open. But the door wouldn't budge. "OPEN UP!!" he yelled, tugging so hard his hands slipped and he fell back onto his squishy diapered rear. He stayed sitting there, not because of the impact, not bcause the door wouldn't open...but because of the voice.
"Yooooouuuuuu..." a voice echoed, seeming to sound from every side of the room.
Spyro squeaked, if a dragon COULD squeak, pulling the gem, and his tail, closer to his body. "Who's there?!"
"Greeeeeedddyyy" another voice echoed, this one more closer, somewhere behind him, but Spyro didn't look.
"Yoooouuuu toooookkk mmyyyy sttttuuuffff...."
Spryo's pupils shifted from the middle of his eye, down to the gem. Instinctibly, well in away, Spyro dropped the gem, bringing his claws to his mouth. "Uhh...I...I uhh...put it back" he said uneasily, pointing at the gem. "See!!". He waited for a reply.....
"Arrroggaaanntttt theeeiiiffff...." the voice replied, getting another yip out of Spyro. But, then a moment later, he growled, getting to his feet and pointing up.
"HEY! I returned it! Like I NEED your crappy gem in the first place!" he shouted. But when the voice replied, the defiance fell.
"Tiiiimmmeee foooorrr paaayyybaaaccckk...."
"Wha?" Spyro said, the pointing coming down. Just then, the fireplace sprouted to life, bursting upward an eriee green flame. Spyro jumped backward, hitting the drawer, the vase toppling and crashing ontop of his head. Luckily his horns broke it to pieces before it hit him.
"Yooooouuuu brrrrookke mmmyyyy vvvaassee..." the second voice said, as if it had witnessed it. Spryo didn't even take the time to brush the vase pieces off his head, just ran to the corner, looking back at the pulsing flame. As he stared, heavily breathing from the event, he swore he saw some kind of face appearing in it.
"Geeeeeetttttt'emmmm...." the first voice coaxed the other.
The simple phase was all Spyro needed. He aimed for the grandfather clock, nearly tearing up the rug with his claws, and grabbed the knob of the case. He pulled and...it actually opened. Spyro didn't take a momet to celebrate, just climbed in, shutting the door. The pendulum swung against his side, but he pushed it out of the way, went behind it, and pulled the veil over.
He was in the dark now, a slit in the middle of the veil the only view spot. He could har his own heavy breathing, but slowly calmed when he saw nothing. He grabbed the veil, looking around more, still nothing. "Phew..." he breathed, placing his back against the end of the clock's inside, whipping his forehead. "Alright...I...better lay off that Firestarter stuff..." he breathed, padding the front of his diaper.
"That...and more".
Spyro went pale, and then slowly turned his head left, starring at the wooden side. And it stared back, two glaring red eyes. Spyro nearly did something similiar to a whimper...but he settled for the common scream, bursting out of the clock case and turned. The red eyes were gone. "What's going on!?"
"Whoehehehehehehehehe!"
He gulped, looking left. The tapastry fluttered, more and more violently. And then noise echoed through the whole room, but it was more like a violent moaning. Spyro felt the spines on his back shiver as SOMETHING emerged from the tapastry. It was a huge shadow that sucked the dark from around the room. It swirled around and around till it settled into a ghostly form. Then the red eyes appeared. Spyro fell on his rear, scampering back a little as it's body grew arms with long fingers like claws. One flattened against the floor, and the other did the same against the ceiling, both growing toward him like a tree branch in the night. Spyro would've ran then and there, but SOMETHING else....was behind him.
"WHA!?". It grabbed his shoulders and held him where he was. It was dawned in dark rags and it's eyes were wide and red veined. It's hands were green and slimy, and Spyro didn't even want to look at the rest of it. Whatever it was, it gave a very amused laugh as he went between looking at it, and the growing shadow. It was nearly right on him. The next second, it was right near him. The claw flattened on the floor rose up, wrapping around his tail like a tentacle. If Spyro's diaper wasn't full before, it certainly was now, the tapes straining along with it's owner.
Then the face paused, a mouth forming on it's side. "....BOO"
That did it. Spyro yelled at the top of his lungs. With uneasiness and no subtlety, he jumped, and scampered to the door as fast as he could, grabbing the sides of his bloated diaper with his hands, and then banged on it. "Let me out! Let me out! Let me out! Let me out!!!!" he yelled. He turned back, the ragged ghost chuckling, and the shadow coming closer. Spyro was halfly thinking this was the end. "Oh jeez!...". He turned back, banging more. "SEAN! IGNITUS! EMBER! CYNDER! SOMEBODY!!!". With one final bang, it was like the pleading worked. The door opened. Spyro took no time to be thankful. He slipped through, and slammed the door shut, placing his back against it, breathing heavy.
"Thank somebody...." he breathed, collapsing on his filled diaper, nearly snapping the tapes, and started to drift off. But then the door banged from the inside, and that was enough to get him moving again. "GAH!". He jumped up, running up the hall. He came to the doors with the party inside, and flung the doors opening.
*
Not bothering to wonder why he didn't have to tug several times, Spyro breathed in to yell out. "....THERE ARE GHOSTS IN THIS PLACE!!!!!" he yelled. Everyone turned their attention to the small purple dragon sweating in a drooping disposable diaper. A few seconds of looking....and...everyone turned their attention back to the party. Only Sean, Ember and Cynder were still looking at him.
"Ghosts?" Sean said, raising a brow. Getting a response, Spyro ran to him, jumping and pointing.
"GHOSTS! SPOOKS! DEAD PEOPLE!". He gripped Sean's pant leg, looking up like a kid who had a nightmare. "I SEE DEAD THINGS!". Sean looked over at Randall, who just shrugged and scuffed.
"O...K..." Sean said, grabbing Spyro under his arms and lifting him up. "I think you've had enough faking drunkness for one day...". Spyro looked at him in disbelief.
"You don't believe me?! But it's right there! In the next room!"
"Sure..." Randall chuckled.
"Yeah...and what I believe is your diaper's on it's last limb...lets get you changed" Sean buzzed in, carrying Spyro off.
"BUT IT WAS REAL!!! It was BIG! AND ALL DARK AND....IT WAS REAL!" he complained and yelled, but Sean only whistled "cuckoo".
*
Ember and Cynder had been laughing ever since Spyro came in. Seeing Spyro so scared and in a probably dirty diaper was the start of the laughter, and his claiming of ghost only increased upon that. But they were laughing more than anyone else. And it should be....as they were the so-called "ghosts" that gave Spyro a great scare.
"Ohh..." Cynder said, trying to breath from laughing so much. "He was so scared he really DID let go!"
"Yeah..." Ember said, chuckling. "That "fear" and "shadow" breath power thingy of yours would've scared me if I wasn't in on it!"
"Thought you might've been wearing that costume...was almost sure Spyro would notice"
"Notice? No...he was too busy babbling like a baby!" Ember replied.
Cynder chuckled again. "Great with the creepy voice Ember...did it just like me"
"Well maybe not as good"
"We sure did teach him a lesson though...now he'll think twice about being a jerk"
"Yeah!" Ember stated. "OH! And I really liked when you spooked him in the clock hehehe"
Cynder paused, looking over Ember. "I....thought that was you..."
Ember looked confused. "Uhh no...I walked in with my costume while he was in there..."
"Well it wasn't you and it wasn't me...". Both girl dragons looked around the party room. "Who was it?"