"Alrighty Dooma, rise and shine!" the boy closed his eyes, he seemed asleep for a few seconds before waking up, slowly opening his eyes, their usual childish energy now replaced by an air of cunning and seriousness. Naturally, the roof was the first choice, being the easiest.Īnd to their relief, there it was Whew "What a relief, there it is." Zooma said relievedly. The choices now were few, either go up the roof, search outside, venture into the most dangerous parts of the school or head down the basement, where a most formidable foe made her home. Classrooms, hallways, the kitchen, gymnasium. And so the braved the hive:Īfter a long journey through the heart of darkness, Julia Norgay and Dooma Zooma found nothing, they searched everywhere they could. Terror would conquer the heart of any normal person, but these two were blessed with great courage and a sense of duty, if their spirit faltered, if those gooby traps were not defused, half of Pokey Oaks County would be engulfed in Fusion Matter. What once were classrooms now are spawning grounds, masses of green fleshy tissue encrusted on the floor, walls and ceiling covering nearly all of it, a Terrafuser sits in its center of each, beating like a heart, birthing swarms of Fusion spawns, Behemoths stand guard, ready to squash intruders. Avoiding tentacles, tendrils and feelers and other unsettling green organs in an environment where everything is hostile. What followed was a long session of hide 'n seek. "We best be quiet and be slow, we don't wanna run into Behemoths or worse. "Dang, this place is greener than Master Mojo's plutonium shelf!" Zooma's were wide open. Green acidic puddles, green spasming tentacles, green vines. The doors are open, the inside of the school, or better yet, the insides of the hive are covered in green.
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