6:00 AM: The alarm clock rings, a familiar tune. It reminds him of the old days. Ah, nostalgia. But there was no time for that anymore, not since the revolution. Squigleville was being made into an industrial center after the old mayor lost the elections yesterday. Nobody knows what happened to him after that, it seems all he said was: "I know someone, someone who can fix all of this and bring back the old Squigleville." before inexplicably defying the laws of physics and flying away, as per the usual.
He hears a knock on his window. Burglars? Perhaps, but what would they want to steal? He walks up to the window and throws the curtains open. Somebody's stuck a piece of paper to it. The handwriting looks familiar, he gingerly removes it, making sure not to tear anything. He scans through it, just what he expected. It's time to put on his pants again. He walks up to his bedside cupboard. It had three drawers. The first one was for his work clothes and equipment, nobody but him knew what the other contained. He unlocks the second one, opening it carefully, the cupboard was 30 years old, after all. It contains only one thing: A pair of the fanciest pants ever known to mankind, and spiderkind, and crabkind, and ratkind, and batkind, and...Well, you get the idea. They were free of dust and wrinkles, maybe even immune to them. After 30 years in a musty old drawer, everything had to accumulate a bit of dust and grit, but not these pants. Before putting them on, he opened the third drawer. Same story, a shiny yellow pencil, bright as the day he "found" it. 2 minutes and 30 seconds later, a new person emerged from the house. Maybe he could indulge in nostalgia after all. One last time.
Fancy Pants Adventures...30 Years Later
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Doctor Who/The Mentalist/Community/SherlockPosted 1 year ago #
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offtopic said:
6:00 AM: The alarm clock rings, a familiar tune. It reminds him of the old days. Ah, nostalgia. But there was no time for that anymore, not since the revolution. Squigleville was being made into an industrial center after the old mayor lost the elections yesterday. Nobody knows what happened to him after that, it seems all he said was: "I know someone, someone who can fix all of this and bring back the old Squigleville." before inexplicably defying the laws of physics and flying away, as per the usual.
He hears a knock on his window. Burglars? Perhaps, but what would they want to steal? He walks up to the window and throws the curtains open. Somebody's stuck a piece of paper to it. The handwriting looks familiar, he gingerly removes it, making sure not to tear anything. He scans through it, just what he expected. It's time to put on his pants again. He walks up to his bedside cupboard. It had three drawers. The first one was for his work clothes and equipment, nobody but him knew what the other contained. He unlocks the second one, opening it carefully, the cupboard was 30 years old, after all. It contains only one thing: A pair of the fanciest pants ever known to mankind, and spiderkind, and crabkind, and ratkind, and batkind, and...Well, you get the idea. They were free of dust and wrinkles, maybe even immune to them. After 30 years in a musty old drawer, everything had to accumulate a bit of dust and grit, but not these pants. Before putting them on, he opened the third drawer. Same story, a shiny yellow pencil, bright as the day he "found" it. 2 minutes and 30 seconds later, a new person emerged from the house. Maybe he could indulge in nostalgia after all. One last time.OMG THAT'S A PERFECT STORY TO END THE SERIES! The new mayor.. Perhaps being the bad guy? I love this idea. Brad has to see it. And btw, where have u been?
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Ive felt like that sometimes...
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Wow, now I'm seeing FPA fanfictions. I didn't think that would ever happen. Hey offtopic, think you could add more to the story?
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I miss stories like this on the forum...
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Well, you have one now WJUK!
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He steps out into the sun, it blinds his eyes a little. He wasn't used to any of this. He hardly ever stepped out into the daylight, his lifestyles consisted of taking a subway to work, working, coming back home, going to bed, rinse and repeat. His phone rings, he looks at the caller ID and almost drops it, she hasn't called him for years. The situation must be worse than he expected. "Hello?" "Hey bozo, where have you been, am I supposed to fight all these...things by myself? Get in here. Now." "Things? What things?" "You'll see, now move."In all the haste, he'd forgotten to ask her where she was, but knowing her, there was only one place she could be. "Squigleville, here I come."
Doctor Who/The Mentalist/Community/SherlockPosted 1 year ago # -
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He hardly ever stepped out into the daylight, his lifestyles consisted of taking a subway to work, working, coming back home, going to bed, rinse and repeat.I would just like to point out the fallacy of this sentence, unless he has a subway entrance from his house.
Otherwise, it's actually pretty damn good.
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@WJUK: Yeah, sorry about that.
Also, when did we establish that FPM was 17?
Anyway, onwards with the story:Squigleville
It was darker than he remembered it, smoke filled the air around him, even the spiders couldn't survive in this environment. Whatever he was facing, it was a much bigger danger than usual. He had thought to bring his gas mask with him, but just as he was trying to put it on, something grabbed his neck and dragged him into the darkness.
Outer Squigleville, 2 Hours earlier
"Mmph, Lemme go!" Cutie Pants shouted as they bound her to a chair. "My brother's going to come and rescue me, you know. He always does." "That's what we're counting on, sweetie." one of her hooded kidnappers whispered. "In fact, you're going to call him here." "Me, but...Fine, works for me!" She wasn't very smart.
Squigleville, The Present
They bundled him up and threw him into a car. He knew better than to speak. These men were just grunts. They wouldn't have any knowledge. Instead, he began looking for ways of escape. There was a weak spot in the bottom of the van. If only he could reach his pencil...
Outer Squigleville, The Present
"You can't do this you know, my big brother is going to come and rescue me, as usual." "You're almost correct sweetie, he'll be rescuing your severed head.""WHAT?! I demand you free me NOW! BIG BRO! WHERE ARE YOU?" Just then, a tile fell from the ceiling, right on one of the grunt's head.A voice came from above: "Ooh, sorry about that. Did anyone call for me?"
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Doctor Who/The Mentalist/Community/SherlockPosted 1 year ago # -
Looking at this, we should do some sort of 'FPA: Choose your own adventure' game/website. I think it'd be cool.
Alternatively, someone could do it via YT with their annotation system.
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This is amazing. No other words are necessary.
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click herePosted 1 year ago # -
Awesome. Nuff said.
Actually, it is quite awkward imagining FPM as a 47 year old. It is unbelievable! I thought his fancy pants had th power to give him everlasting youth?Posted 1 year ago # -
Very well written. Can't wait to see who the villain is!
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To be honest, FPM's head is see-through. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't live by 'normal rules'.
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Thanks for the compliments guys!
Outer Squigleville, The Present
"HEY! WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?! STOP MAKING A DRAMATIC ENTRANCE AND SAVE ME!" "All right, geez, you haven't changed much in 30 years have you?" "Neither have you, your head is still see through, you should really see a doctor about that." "Hey, see through heads are COOL!" He suddenly stopped talking and lifted up his pencil, bringing it down in an arc towards cutie pants. "What are you doing?" She shouted. He heard the satisfying sound come from the pencil. He hadn't heard that for years. The woman had regained consciousness and was creeping behind Cutie Pants, taking advantage of the dark. She thought he wouldn't notice. She was wrong, and more importantly, dead.
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