The Video and Random Babblings

Chapter 3

She was gone.

All of four of them: Amy, Dan, Natalie – and maybe a bit of Ian, the idiot – were shocked. They didn't know what to do.

They were all quiet for some time, sucking in to their minds on what just happened. The girl who just made them all appear there – except Ian – was now gone. Who? Who would have done it? (And any of you might think that she's a witch? Like, c'mon, Hogwarts witch? She made them appear out of nowhere for goodness sake! And, ooh, I love your shirt. Where'd you get that? Oh, and I'm Rob, by the way. I'm narrating while Kaye's gone. Um, back to the story?)

They were all thinking very deeply at this point. Even Dan set aside how awesome evil peanut butter made monkeys would have been and thought about what just happened.

Ian was the first to snap out of it. We all think he would have been alarmed that the girl was now gone and we're all also thinking that he'll think on how to find her with the help of his three wonderful friends – but no. Instead, he said:

"Oh, thank goodness. THANK LUKE she's gone. I CAN NOW BE FREE."

But the three didn't hear him. As if the three of them were statues – like really, they weren't moving at all.

"Um, hullo," Ian started, looking at the three with an alarmed expression. "HULLO. AREN'T YOU GUYS GOING TO FREE ME OR SOMETHING?"

They didn't answer. As if they were – thinking too much that they became statues. Whoa. Ian thought. Absurd. But they were all still frozen.

Ian was now really thinking. How should he get out of here? How can he unfreeze the three? Ian was pondering and didn't notice a sort of squishing – or maybe even, a squeaking sound – at the background. He only noticed it when something touched his right leg and Ian jumped. "WHOA. WHAT WAS THAT? SHOW YOURSELF OR I'LL SUE!"

Ian looked around frantically, searching the ceiling and the backside. He didn't see anyone. When something tugged his right pant leg. He was now scared, very scared to even look down.

And I would love to add this effect: insert dramatic drumroll, please.

"STOP IT, YOU. YOU'RE SCARING ME. CAN YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?!"

Well, I'm just the narrator, Cobra. It's not really my fault I had to do this.

Ian rolled his eyes from what I just said. Rude much. Hmph.

Anyway, back to the story. Ian was about to look down, his face ready to see what was tugging him, ready to die even. ("I'm not going to die, narrator! I'm just scared, okay.")

As he looks down, his heart beating loudly and he saw a… penguin. Ian sighed in relief. (And even almost wet his pants I tell you.) "NO, I DID NOT," he boomed. Whatever, idiot, you were the one scared of a PENGUIN.

"But you really made me get in the mood and may even made me sweat," he said, checking himself.

Cobra, that's what I do. I'm the narrator. I do stuff. And I thought you were the smart one – oh, wait. You aren't the smart one here. Aha.

Ian ignored my statement. (So sad.) Continuing, though. The penguin was a baby. It was fattish-chubby of a penguin – it was a chin-strapped penguin. Very cute.

"What's your name, little guy?" Ian asked the penguin softly. The penguin squeaked. "Aww, you're so cute, you know."

And then the weirdest of all the weird happened. It talked.

"DON'T YOU CALL ME CUTE, YOU LITTLE IMBECILE! MY MISTRESS WAS KIDNAPPED BECAUSE OF YOU. I'M NOT CUTE. I'M AN AWESOME AND TOUGH PENGUIN. YOU KNOW, I CAN SERIOUSLY KICK YOUR BUTT RIGHT NOW." This came out as a shock to Ian. He was even frightened. ("I'm not frightened! It was just a surprise it talked!") Riiight.

"Umm, little one, I – "

"DON'T YOU CALL ME 'LITTLE ONE', YOU UGLY GIT. I WANT MY MISTRESS BACK!"

"Feisty. Just like it's owner." Ian groaned. So frightened he was. ("NARRATOR, THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE!")

I have a name, you know.

"I know. It's Rob. Pathetic," Ian sputtered.

You want me to kill you off? I can seriously do that in a few seconds.

"Um, on the other hand, I am very scared right now. Heh." Good.

"So, what's your name, penguin?" Ian asked the cute little thing. ("Aw, shucks, Rob, you shouldn't say that!" it squeaked.)

Ian was irritated that the penguin was actually polite. Great.

It cleared its throat – rather, it squeaked. "I'm Commander Glacier, reporting for duty."

"Glacier…?"

"COMMANDER GLACIER, YOU – YOU –"

"Okay, okay! Commander Glacier. Hello, I'm Ian," he introduced.

"I know that. I've been reading and watching you since Chapter one, like duh."

Ian gaped at him. "So, what do you want from me?"

"That's easy. GIVE HER BACK. I WANT MISTRESS BACK!"

"Uh, but –"

"Don't lie. You kidnapped her because she discriminated you," Glacier – sorry, Commander Glacier – ("No, it's alright Rob, you can call me Glacier." He smiled. "WHAT!" Ian said in the background.) said/squeaked.

"Commander Glacier, I didn't kidnap her! How could I if I was stuck in this bloody chair the whole time!" Ian yelled.

"Oh, right," Glacier realized. "Well, then, we're going to have to find her."

"WHAT!"

"Yuuup, with the help of your three friends," Glacier said, getting the remote, Blaze, and pressed the BIG RED BUTTON.

There Ian looked at a passageway – where, honestly, wasn't there before – and saw three people. There were two girls and one boy. Wait, Ian thought. AMY, DAN AND NATALIE! THEY WERE FROZEN! He looked back to where the three were frozen before and they weren't there. HOW?!

"Ian, while we –" Glacier gestured to him, Ian, and I. "— were arguing/talking. I specifically told my assistant to bring them to the back. So they'd look cool with an awesome entrance with smoke and stuff."

It was cool. The smoke bellowed so Ian can see the three clearly. The three of them were wearing all black. He looked at Dan, then Natalie then at… Amy.

Oh, Amy, she looks so beautiful. Ian thought dreamily.

Ehem. That was awkward. Glacier agreed, "I know right."

Ian gave Glacier and I a death glare. We gave him one, too. Even match.

"So they're going to help us in the journey," Glacier told Ian. "Any problems?"

"Well, yeah," Ian replied.

"What?"

"WHERE'S MY COOL BLACK OUTFIT AND AWESOME ENTRANCE?" Ian wailed. Glacier just rolled his eyes. "YOU KNOW, I'M STILL STUCK IN THIS WEIRDO CHAIR!"

A/N: HI, GUYS! :D SORRYSORRYSORRY! IT'S BEEN LIKE OVER A YEAR SINCE I LAST UPDATED! D: I FEEL SO BAD! D: But here! I typed this all in an hour! Even if I'm not in the mood to write, I wrote – for you, guys! Forgive me! :'( I luffle you guys so much and I know you've been waiting until this got updated. :/

I never really had the mood and chance to update this fic, since I wrote this just for fun last year cuz I was bored. :P I was planning on deleting this, too. Maybe I was planning on stopping this fic because of it's poor writing and stuff. But I love this fic too much for it to be deleted. D: So, this will be staying for a while longer. :)

Sorry for the terrible writing. :( I just don't have the writing inspiration for about two months now. :/ So, hope you guys like this terrible chapter. :/

Reviews, CCs and flames are seriously welcomed! (You can check out my other fics for much better writing structure. :D)

-Kaye Nightshade