Chances of Surviving Cartoons Chapter 4

You know how in horror movies when you know when someone is about to die, like how when the lights go out or all the doors close by themselves.

When the blond goes down into the basement.

Well anyways, you know how when some kid is playing with his toys and this possessed clown doll decides that it's going to turn its head by itself. I sort of feel like that kid right now. My climber plushy is not supposed to move. Yet, here he is with a sweet smile and uneven eyes. He was still holding out the pastel for me to take back, which I slowly did. I looked back to his drawn face and noticed the eye I drew looked horrible compared to the rest of his face that he drew. This made me feel inferior. Then Climber got this shy look on his face and averted his eyes away, which was probably because I was doing Julia's staring thing.

"Um, excuse me miss….." Climber started.

"Serene, my name is Serene." I interrupted him. Climber looked at me and then smiled, apparently forgetting about me staring at his face earlier.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Serene." Climber said politely. "I'm the Climber." So he was. This is unexpected. How do I even respond to this situation?  Luckily, I didn't have to; for my hero, Julia, just walked out of the bathroom with the dusty boy after she did………something. But, my mind wasn't on her saving me, it wasn't on the dusty child, it wasn't even on the six foot ragdoll standing in front of me. No, I momentarily forgot all those things because my mind switched back to my usual behavior and habits. I saw Julia come out of the bathroom and I opened my mouth without thinking.

"Did you fall in?" I asked her. She gave me that look…..again. Chimbley appeared from behind her and also gave me that look.
Again

Then she looked beside me to see the suited plushy. Her eyes widen and a Cheshire's grin broke out across her face. Chimbley's eyes widened at the sight of the Climber also, and a big frown broke across his face.

"YOU!!!" Chimbley shouted at Climber while pointing at him dramatically. A wave of recognition and surprise washed over Climber's face at the sight of Chimbley. Climber opened his artificial mouth to say something, yet the human broom continued to yammer. "Why ar' 'u 'ere?" Chimbley questioned. Climber was glad to answer but still Chimbley continued to run his trap.

"Every' tiome one' of dese nutty blokes come aroun' sumtin' bad 'appens! I do not want wont to deal with the bad luck some psycho brings!" Chimbley said to Julia.

"I am sure," I started. "That some kid that smokes and makes a living from cleaning out Santa's escape route, does not exactly act like the average child. Don't be a hypocrite." After my defense for Climber was said, Chimbley looked at me like he was expecting a more stupid comeback. Hey, I have my moments. Chimbley got this snarky look on his face and opened his mouth to retort to my comment, but Julia put her hand over his mouth.

"Chimbley will be living with you until we can find a way to send him home." Julia declared without removing her hand from Chimbley's frowning face. "I already explained everything to him in the bathroom, so you don't have to worry about that." After she said that, she started dragging Chimbley away somewhere; with her hand still covering his mouth. Chimbley's eyebrows slanted into a "V" as he was carried away, but he made no attempt to fight Julia off. "I'm just going to show him where he's going to be sleeping." Julia said. True to her word, she dragged him down the hallway until they turned a corner and escaped from my sight…..

So, that's what she was doing in the bathroom. But why did she kick me out. I started to follow her but a hand grabbed my arm and held me in place. Woops,

"Um... Miss Serene," Climber started while still holding my arm. "I understand if you don't want me around. If you could tell me where the amusement park is, I'll leave." Climber let go of my arm when he finished talking and looked at me expectantly. I sighed; why isn't Julia here to explain everything? Why does it have to be me?

"There isn't an amusement park around for miles." I said to Climber. Disappointment washed over Climber's self-made face for a second before changing back to his usual kind smile.

"Well, I should probably start looking for it then." Climber said. "Thank you again for helping me Miss Serene." He let go of my arm after his thanks and slung his pickaxe over his shoulder. He turned around and started leaving. I should probably stop him because I don't want him wandering the countryside looking for a place that doesn't exist in this dimension (or does it?) and get captured by scientists for experiments. Also, if he wants to leave my house, he is going the opposite direction of the exit. I do not want him to get lost and wander around my home for all eternity.

"I mean that your amusement park doesn't exist." I told him hesitantly. Climber stopped walking and turned around to face me with a quizzical look on his face. He didn't respond to my odd declaration so I kept on talking. "I mean that your home, Clarice, Karl, or the Castle of Nations is not known to exist anywhere in this dimension." I said uncomfortably. Worry was heavily planted all over Climber's artificial face as he walked towards me.

"Why?" Climber asked frantically. "What happened to them? What happened to Clarice?" Well, it looks like he took things the wrong way.

"No, I didn't mean it like that." I said uncomfortably. "I meant that you were transferred to this dimension from the dimension that your creator made, which is where you're from." I tried to explain things a little more clearly, but I think I made the situation even more confusing. Okay, time for plan B.

"What's dimension?" Climber asked innocently................................

Plan C is also nice.

"A dimension is a type of existence and there is theoretically a bunch of different dimensions and also, before you ask, theoretically means possibly... I think." I said interrupting a question that was about to escape from Climber's drawn mouth. He nodded, somewhat understanding my explanation. There is no way I am explaining that part anymore. I looked at the cloth on Climber's face and got an idea. "You know how you were constructed by a bunch of people?" I asked slowly. A small flash of understanding seemed to cross his eyes. "Well it's sorta like that. Someone from this dimension, created your personality, your life, and most of the people you met. Everyone else you met was created by other people in this dimension." I think I got through to him somewhat more after the lame attempt of me trying to make things a bit more understandable for him.

"I think I understand." Climber said slowly, frowning slightly.

"As long as you understand it a little, then its fine." I reassured him. A small smile crept onto his face.

"So," Climber said. "Where do I go now?"

"That depends," I said. "Do you want to stay here?" I asked. The corners of Climber's mouth turned upwards.

"It would be nice to stay with you since I don't know where I am and you seem to be nice." He said. Poor doll; he doesn't know me at all. Well, I would probably trust the first person I saw after waking up in a strange new world if they gave me some form of reassurance…… Maybe….. Which reminds me; why didn't he say anything before? 'Because he had no mouth; I mentally answered myself.   Okay, why didn't he do anything before? Also; wasn't that him wandering around outside my school building during that thunderstorm? Who else would have left a pickaxe lying around? Please let it have been him. I gazed up at Climber wanting to ask him about this but instead of his usual calm sweet demeanor, his face had a look of panic on it. He was scouring through his pockets; apparently searching for something. When he had no more pockets to look through, he spent another fourteen seconds frantically going through his pockets once more before looking at me worriedly.

"Miss Serene," He started with worry in his voice. "I can't find Clarice's box." Clarice's…..What?  "It's a little box," Climber continued. "That plays music; Clarice gave it to me as a gift. I always keep it in my pocket, but it's not there." Climber once again searched all of his pockets frantically; still not being able to find Clarice's 'box'. Wait….. He means Mp3 player, doesn't he? Oh, okay.

"It fine you probably dropped it somewhere." I said in a somewhat reassuring tone. Then I remembered something; the dryer. Hopefully it was in there because Climber looked like he was about to have a heart attack (despite the fact that he doesn't have a heart.) "I think I know where it is." I told him. Climber seemed to calm down a bit. I headed towards the laundry room and the man with fabric coated skin followed closely behind me. We arrived at the laundry room to find the door closed. I opened the door a bit to see pitch dark. Did I turn the lights off? Well, who knows? I slipped into the dark room with arms stretched forward; like the mummy. After sort of fumbling around in the darkness, I found the light switch. I was about to flip the switch when I heard a little song. It was one of those cheap two measure tunes that sounded like someone just wrote random notes on a score sheet, and called it a song. The only reasonable time for one of these eight beat wannabe melodies to ever play, is on a doorbell, message alerts, or a phone……………… phone.

Cell phone

I swung my arm in the direction of the cheap cell phone tune and I ended up grabbing a fistful of what I believe to be a jacket sleeve. My eyes widened and I flipped the light switch on, causing a bright light to fill the room. I heard I hiss then a hand shot out and flipped the light switch off. Okay………Wait…. Why did he-? ........ Or, at least I think it's a he, or a rather muscular female; in which case means that I am screwed.

I pressed the hand covering the light switch and pushed upward; causing the lights to turn back on. I glanced at my most recent intruder long enough to see a flash of white blonde hair before my intruder once again switched the light off. I tried to force the intruder's hand upward again but the hand would not budge. Ugh, this guy is almost as stubborn as me. I kicked him in the shin. A grunt of pain came from him (or her, there is still the possibility of this being a very muscular girl with a deep voice.) I pushed him aside and lunged for the light switch once again, but the stranger grasped my arms from behind. I kicked upwards in attempt to hit the light switch but the intruder pulled me backwards so my legs just flung upwards in the air. I struggled to break loose but his grip was like iron. After flailing around for a while, I started to loose my breath; which meant that I needed to rest and think. We were in the middle of the room, lights were out, and my arms were restrained. The odds were against me, but I still have a chance. Then my intruder finally spoke.

"Are you done y-" Before he could finish, I swung my heel up backwards and hit the mark, proving that he was not a muscular woman, but a man. He grunted in pain, which was a good sign. So I kicked him there again; except with the other heel. Sadly, this caused him to unintentionally slam his teeth against the back of my head, causing me to gasp out in pain. I could feel a warm liquid start to seep through the small gash in the back of my head. As I was cringing in pain; my captor froze. Then something…………………… creepy happened. I felt something warm, soft, and wet started to rub against my wound.

He licked me……………… Why did he lick me? That was really gross. But what was even stranger was that he continued licking my wound. He just kept on licking the back of my head. Why didn't I stop him? I was in shock and I needed a minute to recollect the small amount of brains that fizzed out when Dracula back there started licking me. It won't take long to remember reality, I hope. My "I need to go retrieve my mind from the very pits of my unconscious mission" was aborted when I felt Dracula start to bite at the wound. Not particularly a good sign. I tried to wiggle out of his grip once again but he wouldn't budge……….

I don't want to be eaten. That is one of my least favorite paths of life I want to experience. Getting eaten alive is very painful. I mean, I don't know from previous encounters like all the other victims of cannibalism out there, but I think it should be painful; getting eaten alive…………………………………… I wonder what I taste like. Is that bad? Wondering what you taste like. When I die and I am finally judged, the reaper will look at all the things I've done and see that my last thought was; 'Gee, I wonder what I taste like.' I don't want the reaper to think I'm a creep, which would make my judgment more awkward………..

I don't think I have to worry about that anymore though, because my cannibal finally stopped eating me. Did he stop because he realized that what he was doing was wrong? Perhaps he knew I had loved ones who would be heartbroken by my death. Maybe, he realized I still had a life to live. Alas, it wasn't for any of those reasons. He stopped because his dang cell phone started to ring again.

I hope you all realize that this made my very existence seem worthless.

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In a two mile walking distance from where the "my cell phone is more important than your worthless life" situation was occurring; a pink haired girl and a level headed boy were in a heated argument. More like the girl was arguing and the boy would respond calmly, but only when the girl had to breathe did he speak. They just woke up in what they believe to be a different world and they were deciding (arguing) about what they should do. So there they were arguing and walking in the direction of a nearby lake.

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