Awwww....... Only Oddling replied to my questions, and no one replied in the topic. *sniff*
Wahhhhhh!!
Well, I wrote the next chapter anyway, I hope you like it. And maybe I'll get some replies!
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The marketplace was packed with stalls, the owners yelling their wares out to the crowd. Abe was almost deaf by the time he reached the edge of the square, as Mudokons, Sligs and the odd Glukkon attempted to scream out their offers directly into his ears.
* Finally! I’m out of that crowd.* Abe thought. *Now to see if I can find a can opener.*
The side street that Abe had turned into contained some small-time shops, none of which contained a can opener. But the most interesting area of the side-street, was a large neon sign positioned over a doorway. The sign proclaimed the place to be called: ‘The Lucky Gluk’.
“Psst. Munch. What do you think this place is?” Abe whispered to Munch, who was still in the bag.
Munch squirmed around in the bag, trying to see the sign.
“No idea.” He whispered back. “Shouldn’t we be looking for that can opener?”
Abe ignored him and pushed open the door.
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Inside was teeming with Glukkons. Abe could see huge tables surrounded by Glukkons, apparently enthralled by the movement of a small ball on a spinning wheel. The air was thick with cigar smoke, and Abe had to fight down the urge to cough openly. He hoped Munch was doing the same.
There was a bar at the far end of the large room. Sligs were packed around it, some of them smoking
LungBuster cigarettes. Abe also noted the long stage set near the bar, tables and chairs set around it, most of them designed for Glukkons, but a few were obviously for other races.
To his surprise, Abe could also see some Mudokons mixing with the Glukkons and Sligs, but others were carrying drinks and foods to various people.
Abe edged over to the bar. It felt strange that the Sligs took no notice of him, most of them not even looking in his direction.
“What’ll it be?” The Mud behind the bar asked.
Abe looked frantic for a moment. “Um, what do you have?”
The Mud sighed. “Look. How about I just get you some Soul Storm Brew? That’s what all the other Muds drink.” He said, and promptly filled a glass with Brew and plonked it in front of Abe.
“You’d better hurry if you want a seat. The show starts soon, and Queenie’s the best singer we’ve had in ages.” The Mudokon told Abe after he paid with some Moolah from the bag.
Abe looked around and found a seat near the stage. The Mud had been right, many of the Sligs and Glukkons were leaving the tables and bar and taking seats near the stage. Abe put Munch and the bag on the chair next to him and waited, sipping his Brew.
He didn’t have to wait long. The lights were dimmed, and a spotlight was shone on the curtains at the back of the stage.
The noise in the room died down, and an air of silent anticipation filled the room.
The curtains parted slightly, and a long metal leg slid out of the gap. Abe started at it. Then the gap was thrust wider and out stepped………
*I’m going to be sick.* Abe thought.
It was, well, a Slig. The metal legs were longer and shaped differently, and it was wearing a long sequined dress. But it was a Slig. The normal face and eye cover plate was also different, the false lashes attached were one of the main differences, and it was wearing make-up.
It was a cross-dressing Slig.
Queenie. Abe realized.
Slowly, Queenie moved down the stage, motioning suggestively to several Sligs and Glukkons in the audience. Then ‘she’ began singing.
“Vell, I gave you some Moolah, back in ’23,
But I ain’t seen nothin’ of you since,
Vhy don’t you do me right,
Like some other Gluk vould.”
The Slig had worked her way down the stage while singing, and was now entering the audience. Abe gulped as she swayed over to his table and sat on the edge near him.
“Ve used to be so good together,
But it’s like ve fell apart.
Vhy don’t you do me right,
Like some other Gluk vould.”
Queenie leaned over to Abe and winked. “Hello, big boy.”
*A
Slig is winking at me!* Abe thought fanatically, *What do I do?!*
Queenie seemed to interpret Abe’s silence as some sort of invitation. She leaned over and took a deep drink from Abe’s Brew, then smiled suggestively.
“I’ll see you later, yes?” She said, and moved away from his table.
It was at this point in time that Abe realized that almost every Slig, as well as some Glukkons and Mudokons, were glaring at him in a not-very-nice way. Almost hostile. Abe suddenly realized that it was because of Queenie’s attention to him. They were
jealous. He thought about this as Queenie made her way around the audience, singing and occasionally talking to people, but never for as long as she had with Abe.
“Psst! Abe! What was that awful noise?” Munch hissed from his bag. Abe shook himself back to reality.
“It was a Slig. It was singing.” Abe muttered. “Then......it winked at me.”
“Oh boy, Abe. That is not good. What happened then?” Munch whispered.
“It said it would see me later. What does that mean?” Abe asked.
Munch considered this for a few moments. “Well.....I don’t know......maybe it’s a trap? Anyway, this is not getting us a can opener!”
“I’m working on the can opener! Just be quiet for now, people are starting to stare.” Abe snapped. He shoved Munch and the bag to the side, and looked up to see most of the audience and Queenie staring at him. Abe attempted a smile and laughed nervously.
“I......need some more Brew.” He said, then got up quickly and headed towards the bar.
The Bartender looked up as Abe approached.
"Yeah, yeah. I know. ‘More Brew, more Brew’. Muds are all the same when they get some Brew, good for business though.” He said, passing Abe the glass. Abe held out the Moolah he had bought with him, but the Mud didn’t take it.
“Queenie paid it for ya. Seems like you found her soft spot.” The Mud said.
Abe gulped and hurriedly returned to the table and put down his glass. He sighed and looked over at the now empty stage, the empty chairs, the empty spot where Munch and the bag had stood...........
The empty spot where Munch and the bag had stood!!
Abe jumped up. “My bag! It’s gone!!” He yelled.
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This just keeps getting worse and worse! Now Abe has to find Munch and the Moolah, so that he can find Munch a can opener, so that Munch can use the can opener to open his can and get to the Gabbit eggs! Abe also has to deal with Queenie, a very confused Slig, and the natural hazards of the town, try not to get discovered by the Glukkons, and get back to his Mudokons buddies before they wake up and wander off! Is this possible?! Well of course it is!
Some stuff...
Chapter 7: Abe does Vegas?
Keep it up!
Chapter 8: Lost, one Gabbit, if found contact Abe.
Chapter 9: Separation anxiety
This is just hella funny!!! Kes my girl, amazing I like this fan fic alot. Hmmmm.....yeah, anyway this is good.....so write more!
...hmm. Kes, it's good to sit down and actually, for once in my life, read a story
And this one in particular, is a good fan fic. The comedy is there
And just everything...everything that makes a Oddworld fan fic odd...is here
So on behalf of you're comedic genious, I would like to say this story is an awsome one
Good job.