Mullock's Day Off - An Oddword Fan-Fiction
CHAPTER 1:It was late last night. Mullock the Glutton was sleeping on his office chair after tons (and kilograms*) of hard work, totally exhausted. THEN HE WAS WOKEN UP! He opened his eyes to see another Glutton, this one was wearing a green tuxedo. The Glutton yelled at him: -HEY, MULLOCK, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, EH?! -Yeah, Mullock, the Rupture Farms is being literally blown apart, and you're sleeping?! - said the third, not mentioned previously, Glutton. - D: ? What happend?? - said confused Mullock, not ortographingly -IS THAT ABE GUY! He's gone INSANE - said the slig - He's killed half of our security and most of our workers! Molluck was shocked.** -Why would he do such a thing?! - Mullock cried. -He's saying it's some sort of revenge for making meat lollipops of his friends' meat - said the slig. -Then why is he killing other medokens?! Slig shrugged. -He's batshit, boss. If there's one thing he's driven by, it's not logic. -I must contact him! Maybe I can talk some sense into this madman! *** -Oh my Odd, I wish my arms were longer - said Mullock the Glutton as he was running to the camera room. - or my stomack was smaller - he added. He looked on the screens. It was frightening. The "Honest Abe", his top worker, was crushing his friend with a meat saw, laughing silently. Mullock activated the microphone and spoke loudly: -Abraham, please stop this at once! Why are you doing this? Abe turned in front of the screen and said: For once in my life"He really is insane" - Mullock thought to himself. - "And his rhymes are horrible". -Is this because of our newest product? Do you know we only used the meat from medokens dead from natural causes? We mean no harm to our workers. Please refrain from doing this and we will solve this peacefully, I promise. In the darkness we dwelled,Then he farted at the camera and it exploded. END OF CHAPTER ONE*maybe even pounds, it's hard to tell **Major AO spoiler ***It's not an annotation. It means skipping some time in a story, silly |
GENIUS
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*RAPTUROUS APPLAUSE*
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*STANDING OVATION*
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Is this canon or not?
Either way I need more. |
-HEY, MULLOCK, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, EH?!
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Thank you for the overwhelming applause!
It's canon. Await next chapter whenever my PC ain't broke anymore (power supply gave up) |
Just write it by hand and mail it to us individually.
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why would i mail you my hand
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Idk, ur writing the fic.
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yeah Varrok stop slacking off like the big slacker you are and mail me your hands
your beautiful, soft, lady-like hands |
Get your own hands!
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This....is...ODDWORLD fans
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And then Molluck was a zombie.
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Who cares about Molluck, he's not the main character in this story
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yeah it's Abe and his INSANE adventures
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i meant that Mullock is the hero here. . . not Molluck.
of all people, i thought you would know the difference :sadface: |
CHAPTER TWO:"What a strange kind of feeling" - Barbara thought to herself. She's been feeling kind of uneasy that day, and she didn't know why. Everything seemed alright: the bedroom was tidy, so was the living room, the clothes were washed (which is quite an accomplishment, considering how tough it is to clean that darn pants), and she even found the time to do the dishes, yet something told her bad things are going to happen... Barbara decided to forget about the worries, as she sat comfortably at her new armchair and turn on the television, or as she would like to call it, 'the magic box'. After all, it was time her favorite christian broadcast, 'My God's on the March', aired, like every other Monday. Just as she was starting to forget the feeling, the doorbell rang loudly. 'That's weird, I'm not expecting anybody today, am I? Maybe it's Bobby... but he's supposed to be still at work'. She opened the door. It wasn't Bobby, but she remembered the face. She had seen that person before: -...Slig? -Ms. Mason. May I come in? Something bad has happened... -I knew it, my guts have never been wrong! What is it? -Ms. Mason... please... You might want to sit down first. By that point Barbara had become more and more worried, even her new-favourite armchair didn't turn out to be of much help. Slig sat on the sofa nearby and looked at Barbara in silence, like the words just couldn't escape his mouth. It felt like forever to her. -Ms. Mason... - said Slig - Barbara.... Bobby... Her heart stopped. -...has something happened to my boy? -...yes. - from this moment Slig avoided any eye contact - It breaks my heart to tell you, but your son had died yesterday. -...Bobby... -I am so sorry, Barbara... Barbara didn't know what to say, the news was even more shocking that she expected. She just looked at him waiting for the moment when he says it's just a bad joke and everything's fine. -...How did he die? ...Was it an accident? -It... it wasn't an accident. Your son has been murdered -Murdered?! By who?! My sonny has never had an enemy in his whole life! -He was murdered by his co-worker, Abraham. That name was not familiar to her at all. -...what did he do to my son? -Your son... died in an explosion. -You mean he was blown up?! Like in a terrorist attack?! -I am afraid so. Ms. Mason, you might be in danger. We do not know who his next target is, the forces will arrive shortly to protect you by any means neccesary. -Danger? Forces? - it was way too much for Barbara to keep up, she was felling completely disconnected from the reality. But then the feeling slowly began to fade, and all started to come back to her. -Slig... my son... did he say anything... before he died? Slig took a deep breath. -Yes... his last word was directed at you. He screamed "Mommy". Barbara cried. END OF CHAPTER TWO |
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CHAPTER 4:
Jimmy the scrub was very nervous, it was the first time he's been talking to a microphone, heck, it was the first time anybody from the media got interested in what he has to say: -Now, tell us about the incident, Jimmy. You sad it was connected to Abraham, is that correct? - said Slig the slig -Well, yes... um... I was scrubbing the floor, as I used to do each day at 10 o'clock. Scrubbing is very important, because... -Just cut to the chase, will ya? - interrupted Slig. - We don't have all day! -Okay.... just as I was cleaning the floor, I heard footsteps from behind the meat saw. It was Abraham... only this time something was not quite right about him, he was having some strange ticks. He greeted me and my friend, Josh, who just happened to be around, with rasing hand and a simple "Hello". Josh stood up and greeted him back. Then Abe repeated the hand gesture saying "Follow me". Josh had started to feel a bit suspicious of Abe and asked "Is everything okay?". "Follow me", Abraham responded. The same gesture. At this point Josh was very worried about his behavior, and asked: "Why should I want to go through this fast-moving meat saw?"..... -Well, what did he say? - asked slig. -"Follow me". He sad it again. And again, and again, like he was in sort of a trance, like he was... maybe... controlled by somebody. I don't know... It was so scary... Josh couldn't resist, and walked towards him... it was then when.... *sobs* when he died. -Yeah, yeah, horrible tragedy, whatevs... Was Abraham touched by it as much as you? -He simply responed by "Whoops". |
this is beautifully written. you should look into publishing it.
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i'd buy a copy. chapter 3 is my favourite.
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classic grandiose novel
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Slig the Slig is such a deep character!
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Chapter V:
As Abe's monstrous rampage seemed to have no end He saw Master Chief, with his body all bent He said: "Fuck me, Abe, fuck me, Abe, but beware, 'cause no one has fucked me like Microsoft does It comes from behind with its touch of the silk, then milks all my franchise, it milks and it milks. No point in resisting, the success's elusive 'I'll fuck you till make you my greatest exlusive!' I don't want it now, I want to share, hence telling you this, Abe, beware!" But it was too late now, as Microsoft came both literally and figuratively, for all that I care bought out all the rights to the Oddword name then made a sequel, but don't you dare ever play it or see it, cause it's very crappy ... I did what you asked. Dear Matt, are you happy? |
I rate this fan fiction a solid Taylor Swift/10.
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I call this one "A Pacman chapter".
Rep for the first one who figures out why. |
because it's Chapter V:
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