:3 Today, me and Ashikin did abit of writing. Not really an RP as we planned, but it didn't go too bad. :D Finally doing something somewhat productive somehow feels good. ;O (notice the excessive use of some-..)

Ah, nevermind my ramblings. Here's the story so far, partially for people to read, and partially for my own (and Ashikin's?) reference. Take note that both me and Ashikin wrote this together and I will not take full credit of anything. D:< Also, please don't rip off the story or any part of the story or republish it in any way, blaahblaahblah. Here, I copyright it, with my imaginary copyright.



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He awoke and was immediately alert. Much to his surprise, he was in a wreck. Frustrated, he straightened out the frills of his now dirty dress as he looked around in search of a mirror.

"What the heck..", Malice whispered to himself, awed by what surrounded him. It was not the fact that he was in the middle of the forest that amazed him, no, everything that belonged in a fairytale was in sight! Not that it was particularly beautiful, actually much more the opposite. "It was as if God had lost all sense of taste", he thought. After much consideration, he decided to make his way to the huge castle, a monument that looked more alien than anything else in view.

He trotted along a path that had somehow cleared itself for him and all was well, that is until a frog greeted him.

The frog in itself was odd. It had a well-crafted smoking pipe in its mouth and was wearing clothes that greatly resembled Victorian men's fashion in the late 1800s. It appraised malice with a leering smile etched on its face and blew a small puff of blue cloud lazily. "Nice skirt," it said as it stroked it's grey beard that appeared out of nowhere.

Before Malice could respond, the frog jumped to his face, causing him to fall on his back on the wet grass.

"Listen, girlie boy, yer better off not goin' 'der. Wherever it is yer goin'. You can call me Sir, Froghey, My Good Man, and any titles you can think off and I prolly won't respond." The frog then blew a puff of pink cloud while staring off into the horizon.

Malice, now completely aghast, slowly got back to his feet, subconciously scowling at the unsightly frog. Not only did a frog in clothes speak to him, Malice didn't even notice that he was wearing a dress! For a long while he stood still, trying to piece everything together, only to find himself even more confused.

Suddenly feeling embarassed for staring at the frog, Malice blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "Err.. smoking is not good for your health.."

"Eating hair ain't healthy neither." The frog sniffed and pointed at Malice who was subconsciously nibbling a clump of his shoulder length hair out of nerves.

Malice's cheeks started to burn, the mixture of anger and humiliation almost too much to bear.

"Well, I'm going to that castle no matter what you say, and I'm bringing you along!" he shouted, as loudly and as defiantly as he could. Before the frog could flee, Malice grabbed it, putting it into a jar that he somehow had kept in his pocket.

Then, jar in hand, he began making his way to the castle, whistling a somewhat proud tune, ignoring the desperate pleas of his imprisoned companion.

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Well, hope you liked it so far. :]