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Post by Mytra n' Erasma on Apr 2, 2016 2:56:48 GMT
General Bron rushes into the capitol building.
General Bron: "Barricade the door! THEY'RE COMING!"
Just as he let out his warning, the great beasts rushed through him like an ant, and proceeded to kill as many of the gun firing ants as possible.
A blonde woman rushes past soldiers, as they attempted identifying the beast's power levels, to the escape pods with a child in her arms.
She places the child in a 2-person pod and prepares to climb in, only to be grabbed by one of the beasts.
She closes the pod and yells "I'm sorry, Pomelgranz!"
The child is sparred the sight of his mother being consumed by the monster, and is launched away into the inky blackness of space.
Months go by, the child has doubled in size, which was not a considerably big improvement. His supplies begin to dwindle until he is eventually intercepted by a large space craft, Freeza's Ship.
Appule: "What the hell is he?"
Cui: "I don't know, but he's got this look in his eye."
Appule: "What makes you say that?"
Cui: "I don't know! Let's take it to Lord Freeza."
Freeza: "Just throw it out, the pod and all! Don't want to risk getting filthy monkey germs."
Cui: "You heard him, we need to throw him out."
Appul: "I know, but he just looks so cute."
Cui: "We can't keep him, that's in order."
Appul shuts Pomelgrans into his pod, fully restocked, and sends it back into space.
As our little alien boy finally rolls around to three years of age, he finally crash lands in the middle of a field surrounded by buildings.
Child: "What is that mommy?"
Mother: "I don't know, let's call the police to take a look at it."
Officer: "It seems to be a UFO. Amazing, isn't it?"
In that second, the alien boy crawls out of the pod just before the craft breaks into pieces.
Child: "Can we keep him?"
Mother: "No we can't, he belongs to... the orphanage now. (Saved it!)"
The mother then picks up the small child, wraps him in a blanket and brings him to the orphanage.
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Post by Mytra n' Erasma on Apr 2, 2016 16:06:18 GMT
Teacher: "Alright class, open your text books to page 19." Class: "Yes M'am." Teacher: "Now who can tell me what 2+2 i-" Trouse: "4, can I go home now?" Teacher: "No Trouse, you need to raise your hand." Trouse rolls his eyes, raises his hand, and the teacher calls on him. Trouse: "4, now can I go home?" Teacher: "No. Okay class, what is 3+2?" Trouse: "5, can I go home now?!" Teacher: "No!" This continued for several hours in Mrs. Debois kindergarten room.
Teacher: "WHAT IS THE SQUARE ROOT OF 64?" Trouse: "8! Can I go home now?" Teacher: "Fine, just don't forget your homework." Trouse finishes his homework in seconds and hands it back to the teacher. Trouse: "See you tomorrow."
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Post by Mytra n' Erasma on Apr 4, 2016 6:07:48 GMT
Trouse, after many longs months, hears his name called by his professor. Professor: "I would like to congratulate Trouse Ars Erkool for not only being Validictorian of his class, but for also being the youngest graduate to ever walk out of this university!" Trouse takes his diplomas, granting him the title of "Doctor of all." He walks back to his peers, dragging his graduation gown behind him. Brian: "You did good kid." Trouse: "...thank you...?"
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Post by Mytra n' Erasma on Apr 4, 2016 23:10:54 GMT
Later that night... Brian: "Well, it's been fun lil' guy." Trouse: "Same, I wish you the best of luck." With that, the two packed their bags and left the college dorms for good. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Beatrice: "TROUSE! Get up here NOW!" Trouse: *moan* "Coming 'Ma.'" It has been one week after returning to his foster family, and they have already gotten on the 11-year-old's nerves. Reggy: "When we brought you into this house, we thought that you would have done more than go to college!" Trouse: "How are you not proud? I literally know EVERYTHING!" Reggy: "Alright, Mr. Know-it-all, if you can find a way for us to get out of taxes then I am ready to lis-" Trouse: "One second." Trouse: "Can't you see I'm on the phone?" Reggy: "That is not going to help us Trouse! You need to go get a real job, like a constructio-" Trouse: "Alright, so it's settled, no more Taxes for the Erkools? Great." Beatrice: "Who was that son?" Trouse: "National Department of finances, they just took the Erkools off the tax list." Reggy: "...get. the. hell. out. of. my. HOUSE YOU LITTLE PIECE OF TRASH!" Reggy then begins to throw every piece of furniture in the room at the defenseless 11-year-old as he flees the room to go to his hiding place, the local dump.
Trouse: "I'll show them I'm worth something! I'll show them that I'm something to be proud of!" Trouse then grabs an old tire, a crusty jumpsuit and some scrap metal to use in his armor. He would need it for the days to come.
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Post by Heater ~Ultimate~ on Apr 16, 2016 18:02:12 GMT
Gr8 Story m8, I r8 8/8 no h8, appreci8.
But seriously, nice story Trousers.
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Post by Mytra n' Erasma on Apr 24, 2016 2:03:41 GMT
Mother: "Run sweetie run!" Child: "I'm trying, but his grip is too strong!" Kidnapper: "Stop struggling so much." Trouse: "Don't worry, the Big T will- no, The Trousinator- no... Trouse has come to the rescue!"
*one brawl later*
Kidnapper: "I've got a nice room for you in the sewers, kid." Trouse: "Ah, my head..." Mother: "So much for trusting neighborhood vigilantes. Or the police force. Or my child."
Then the rain came, leaving Trouse in the middle of the road, alone and wet, to ponder his inadequacies.
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Post by Mytra n' Erasma on Sept 5, 2016 2:28:17 GMT
*10 Years later* *ring* Trouse: "Hello?" Reggy: "Hey son, how's the... how are the... uh..." Trouse: "The family?" Reggy: "No- not that I'm not interested, but what about the time-machine-thingy?!" Trouse: "I can't talk about that over the phone, dad. I can tell you tomorrow at brunch." Reggy: "Alright! Me and your mother are so proud of you!" Trouse moans... 'The last thing I need is another compliment over the Timanen Project.' Reggy: "...So how are the kids?" Trouse: "Kid, there is only Lime, no other children, and I'll tell you at brunch tomorrow, I need to go." Reggy: "Right, sorry. We're proud of you son." *Click*
Sarada: "Is everything alright, Trousy." Trouse: "Trous- Grow up, Sarada!" Sarada giggles "Calm down! You're going to wake Lime!" Trouse: "Right, don't need that. Speaking of Lime, have any of the other doctors figured out the..." Sarada: "No, no new news on the..." *cough* The couple sit in awkward silence for a few minutes, the concept of their daughter's additional body part still too strange for them to comprehend. A car horn honks outside. Trouse: "Well, I shouldn't keep them waiting, I'll see you Monday hun." Sarada: "You better, I don't know what we would do without you." Trouse: "Relax, the Timan is perfectly safe!" Sarada: "I know, but they couldn't find an ape to test it on?" Trouse: "They... couldn't find one small enough..." Trouse kisses his wife goodbye and walks out to the company carpool waiting for him outside.
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Post by Mytra n' Erasma on Sept 5, 2016 4:09:26 GMT
Tim Hem: "Are you ready, Trouse?" Trouse: "Yes, Director Hem." The director leans in. Hem: "(We really appreciate what you've done for us in the Timanen project, and for naming the Timantium after me.)" Trouse: "It wasn't na- You're welcome sir." Hem pats Trouse on the shoulder as he strips into the pod that will be sent into the rift designated for a 18 hour jump into the future. Out of the corner of his eye, Trouse sees a man-shaped figure push a button on the control panel. Timanen Launch Coordinator: "T-minus 10. 9. 8..." As the launch coordinator counts down, the figure leaves without a trace and without being noticed by anyone but Trouse. "3. 2. 1. Launch" Trouse is launched into the rift and is greeted with an inky, infinite blackness with the acceptation of a rather large man floating. *18 hours later* Hem: "I thought he was *Yawn* supposed to be back by now." Launch Coordinator: "We don't know what hap-" The coordinator's face looses all color as he drops his mug of coffee. Launch Coordinator: "It... was... set to... 18... years..." The man faints. Hem: "Great. He was the only one able to comprehend this 'Timantium.'" Hem: "None of this get's to the press!" Hem looks over at Brian. Hem: "Go explain this to the Erkools, and try to do it gently." "I wan't any records of this 'Timanen' Project gone, and this building burnt to the ground!" Jim: "But sir-" Hem: "'But' NOTHING!" Hem grabs a nearby chair and throws it at a tank of Timantium, causing the tank to spray him, crippling the 45 year old man.
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Post by Mytra n' Erasma on Sept 5, 2016 16:16:02 GMT
Trouse: "Day 72: I'm beginning to think that I may not return to reality, but judging by my lack of hunger, thirst, fatigue and stubble, I can say for certain that property values would be extremely high here." Trouse: "Day 219: I've found that this realm I'm trapped in does provide service for cellular devices, but cannot reach anyone on Earth. Still no hunger." Trouse: "Day 6569: "I've accepted that I'm not getting out of this dimension, and I will not receive the release of death- what is that?" As Trouse's clock hit's 10am, the same time of his arrival 18 years earlier, he flies through a rift sending him to an open field, with only a single weathered grave stone to occupy it. The only words that could be made out are "Trouse. __?__-Unknown"
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