A spoof of The Mummy and The Mummy Returns
Author's Note: Who here thinks that the relationship between Imhotep and Anck-su-namun is a little strange? I do! I know I messed up the facts and such to the "real story", but I just couldn't resist posting this. You wanna flame me, fine. But in some parts I believe this story is actually funny. This story is written strictly to entertain you.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. No characters in this story are mine. I probably don't even get credit for the stupid guards.
A Girl Named Anck
Chapter 1: You love me!
There was once a pharaoh in Egypt. Obviously. And being a man he thought it would be best to take on a lot of woman as his prostitutes. One of these prostitutes (the pharaoh's favorite) was named something like Anck-su-numum. But since we think that name is too long we'll just call her Anck for short.
Well it all started on day when she realized she loved this high priest guy named Imhotep. It happened one day when she was in her room alone with him, a sin in itself. He held her in his arms and said "Anck, I love you."
She looked up surprised. She thought their little romance was just to sidetrack them from their troubles. After all, she was sort of a loose girl being the prostitute of the pharaoh and all. She never imagined that he actually truly loved her. They barely knew each other for one thing.
"You love me?" She asked with a strained voice.
"Yes. I love you." He said as he held her in his arms.
"You love me?" she said again still not convinced.
"Yes. Anck. I love you."
"Really?" She asked.
"Really." He said reassuringly.
"Really, really."
He looked at her strangely before saying "Really, really."
She yelped for joy and hugged him excitably.
He hugged her back confused yet happy. It was in that moment that she realized the she loved Imhotep too. She didn't really know if it was love but she did care for him a whole bunch. In fact she would have even killed herself for him. Which she did but don't let me get too far ahead of myself.
"I love you too, Imhotep." she said earnestly.
"Then will you meet with me tonight, right before the pharaoh comes into your room, help me kill him, then kill yourself so that I can bring your body to Hamanatra and resurrect you so that we may rule the world together." He said all in one breath.
"Yes." she said breathlessly without a hesitation. Like I already said, she loved this guy and would kill herself for him. And she did. But again I am getting to far ahead of myself.
[Wait! Don't go! There's more and it gets better and better!]
Author's Note: Who here thinks that the relationship between Imhotep and Anck-su-namun is a little strange? I do! I know I messed up the facts and such to the "real story", but I just couldn't resist posting this. You wanna flame me, fine. But in some parts I believe this story is actually funny. This story is written strictly to entertain you.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. No characters in this story are mine. I probably don't even get credit for the stupid guards.
A Girl Named Anck
Chapter 1: You love me!
There was once a pharaoh in Egypt. Obviously. And being a man he thought it would be best to take on a lot of woman as his prostitutes. One of these prostitutes (the pharaoh's favorite) was named something like Anck-su-numum. But since we think that name is too long we'll just call her Anck for short.
Well it all started on day when she realized she loved this high priest guy named Imhotep. It happened one day when she was in her room alone with him, a sin in itself. He held her in his arms and said "Anck, I love you."
She looked up surprised. She thought their little romance was just to sidetrack them from their troubles. After all, she was sort of a loose girl being the prostitute of the pharaoh and all. She never imagined that he actually truly loved her. They barely knew each other for one thing.
"You love me?" She asked with a strained voice.
"Yes. I love you." He said as he held her in his arms.
"You love me?" she said again still not convinced.
"Yes. Anck. I love you."
"Really?" She asked.
"Really." He said reassuringly.
"Really, really."
He looked at her strangely before saying "Really, really."
She yelped for joy and hugged him excitably.
He hugged her back confused yet happy. It was in that moment that she realized the she loved Imhotep too. She didn't really know if it was love but she did care for him a whole bunch. In fact she would have even killed herself for him. Which she did but don't let me get too far ahead of myself.
"I love you too, Imhotep." she said earnestly.
"Then will you meet with me tonight, right before the pharaoh comes into your room, help me kill him, then kill yourself so that I can bring your body to Hamanatra and resurrect you so that we may rule the world together." He said all in one breath.
"Yes." she said breathlessly without a hesitation. Like I already said, she loved this guy and would kill herself for him. And she did. But again I am getting to far ahead of myself.
[Wait! Don't go! There's more and it gets better and better!]