Rotten To The Core
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Rotten To The Core
The second box sat there on the table as Nathan paced up and down, he was thinking about whether he should open the box before or after decorating the apartment - he was eager to see what was inside this one. He paced back and forth several times as he continuously looked over to where the box was. Hesitating a few times before finally settling on opening it, he made his way over to it
A few seconds later, he dug inside the box and found what appeared to be a stripey patterned selection of fabric that was purple and maroon red in color with a very elegant design to it, along with what appeared to be a noise-making system inside the box, which enabled it to play music. The fabric in general moved along to the music, the song playing was one that was very unmistakably catchy in nature and with a ska kind of beat to it.
As if by supernatural magic, he couldn't help but sing a long to it and dance as well, the beat and song were both insanely catchy and hypnotic...putting him into a trance-like state, especially once a certain set of words were uttered. Those words being "we are number one".
"Yes, that's it...sing a long, you know you want to..."
"Did I just sing along to that song?"
"Why yes, you did..."
"Well...it felt...kind of..."
"Good? Why yes it did..."
"How do you know?"
A purple spirit of sorts emerged from the box, the spirit resembled a spectral version of the character Robbie Rotten, the spirit hovered around him for a few seconds, moving in a cartoony but graceful manner as he circled around. The spirit was looking to cause some mischief and he knew that Nathan would be the perfect one to help with that, of course it wouldn't be difficult to sway him.
"Because I know how it feels. I know that you like being bad."
"Kind of..."
"Oh come on, you know that you love it..."
"I do?"
"Why of course you do...being bad is good..."
"Being bad is good..."
"That's it...you know that it is good to be bad because you are very good at it yourself. You are good, in fact..the best at being bad. And you know it, because you're an expert at it."
"Good at being bad..."
"Of course you are. You like villains and you are villainous yourself, but in a bad-boy sort of way - and everyone loves a bad boy... being a bad boy is wonderful, and it is one of many things you are good at..."
"Yes...everyone loves a bad boy."
"You are gifted at playing pranks...and a master of disguise."
"I am..."
The song and the spirit's voice were having a hypnotic effect on him and he couldn't help but agree with the spirit, the spirit floated around, smiling in a sly manner before dashing over to where he was, flying into his body through his mouth and possessing him, which of course caused him to react in an unusual and cartoony manner as if he was a living cartoon character.
His arms started lengthening as did the rest of his upperbody, becoming more lithe in build as his clothing slowly fused with the purple fabric and formed into a rather dapper pinstripe suit of sorts which was purple and maroon, in addition to this his legs lengthened as a pair of spats formed on his feet. He couldn't help but sing and dance along to the song from before, instinctively letting loose and hamming it up at every chance he got.
He slowly elevated in height to become taller as his neckline altered, in addition to this his hair slowly turned from brown to jet black as the style took on a more 1950's style, which was to say it resembled a pompadour. His brow became a bit more pronounced as his skin lightened and lost its imperfections, his eyebrows slicking a bit as they too turned black to match his hair.
Purplish eye-makeup was applied around both his eyes as they widened, turning from hazel to blue as they widened, his nose becoming a bit more pronounced in size as his features morphed and reshaped themselves, his jawline stretching out to become a more impressive one as his chin jutted out, giving him a lantern jaw of sorts. His features morphed themselves even further until he was a dead-ringer for the ol Rotten one himself, which is to say he looked a lot like Robbie.
His voice altered several times, deepening and roughening until he had Robbie's voice as well, new memories and thoughts jolted into his brain as his personality and mind altered, becoming that of a devious villain and that villain of course was known as Robbie Rotten. Certain words echoed in his mind and those words were "rotten" "villain" "lazy" and "number one", that particular phrase was one he was especially proud of.
A few seconds later and his transformation completed itself, where Nathan once was there was now Robbie Rotten, and Robbie was definitely proud to be who he was, he knew that tonight was his night, his night to wreak as much havoc as possible.
"Ah yes! Now that's more like it!"
"Woah now, now that's what I call a whole new look!"
"I must say...that I certainly do feel a lot better."
"You definitely look good, my friend."
"Oh no no, you're the one that looks good..."
"We both look great...terrific even."
"You think so?"
"Think so...I know so..."
"We're going to have all sorts of fun tonight. This night is going to go down in history."
"Yeah...tonight really is the night. Come on, let's go and cause all sorts of mischief."
"I know what it time it is...it's disguise time!"
And with so that, Robbie spun around and he emerged a few seconds later in a Prince styled werecat outfit. He smiled in a sly manner as he jetted off into the night, sneaking around and running around the city causing all sorts of havoc. He definitely knew that tonight was his night and there was no one around to stop him, tonight - the night was his and he knew it.
As for what happened to him later, he embraced being who he was, for he was Robbie Rotten and he was number one. He celebrated in the best way that he could, with a grand performance of 'We Are Number One' of course, of course he also had one more surprise in store for everyone. Up on that very same table from earlier, the next box appeared, this time it was a stripey box with Robbie's color scheme on it, and next to that box manifested another one.
This third box was just waiting to be opened, but what was in it? Who knows? It is a mystery after all. But one thing for sure, that box was sure to come in useful for a variety of things. And it was going to be one wild night for sure.
Rotten To The Core
The second box sat there on the table as Nathan paced up and down, he was thinking about whether he should open the box before or after decorating the apartment - he was eager to see what was inside this one. He paced back and forth several times as he continuously looked over to where the box was. Hesitating a few times before finally settling on opening it, he made his way over to it
A few seconds later, he dug inside the box and found what appeared to be a stripey patterned selection of fabric that was purple and maroon red in color with a very elegant design to it, along with what appeared to be a noise-making system inside the box, which enabled it to play music. The fabric in general moved along to the music, the song playing was one that was very unmistakably catchy in nature and with a ska kind of beat to it.
As if by supernatural magic, he couldn't help but sing a long to it and dance as well, the beat and song were both insanely catchy and hypnotic...putting him into a trance-like state, especially once a certain set of words were uttered. Those words being "we are number one".
"Yes, that's it...sing a long, you know you want to..."
"Did I just sing along to that song?"
"Why yes, you did..."
"Well...it felt...kind of..."
"Good? Why yes it did..."
"How do you know?"
A purple spirit of sorts emerged from the box, the spirit resembled a spectral version of the character Robbie Rotten, the spirit hovered around him for a few seconds, moving in a cartoony but graceful manner as he circled around. The spirit was looking to cause some mischief and he knew that Nathan would be the perfect one to help with that, of course it wouldn't be difficult to sway him.
"Because I know how it feels. I know that you like being bad."
"Kind of..."
"Oh come on, you know that you love it..."
"I do?"
"Why of course you do...being bad is good..."
"Being bad is good..."
"That's it...you know that it is good to be bad because you are very good at it yourself. You are good, in fact..the best at being bad. And you know it, because you're an expert at it."
"Good at being bad..."
"Of course you are. You like villains and you are villainous yourself, but in a bad-boy sort of way - and everyone loves a bad boy... being a bad boy is wonderful, and it is one of many things you are good at..."
"Yes...everyone loves a bad boy."
"You are gifted at playing pranks...and a master of disguise."
"I am..."
The song and the spirit's voice were having a hypnotic effect on him and he couldn't help but agree with the spirit, the spirit floated around, smiling in a sly manner before dashing over to where he was, flying into his body through his mouth and possessing him, which of course caused him to react in an unusual and cartoony manner as if he was a living cartoon character.
His arms started lengthening as did the rest of his upperbody, becoming more lithe in build as his clothing slowly fused with the purple fabric and formed into a rather dapper pinstripe suit of sorts which was purple and maroon, in addition to this his legs lengthened as a pair of spats formed on his feet. He couldn't help but sing and dance along to the song from before, instinctively letting loose and hamming it up at every chance he got.
He slowly elevated in height to become taller as his neckline altered, in addition to this his hair slowly turned from brown to jet black as the style took on a more 1950's style, which was to say it resembled a pompadour. His brow became a bit more pronounced as his skin lightened and lost its imperfections, his eyebrows slicking a bit as they too turned black to match his hair.
Purplish eye-makeup was applied around both his eyes as they widened, turning from hazel to blue as they widened, his nose becoming a bit more pronounced in size as his features morphed and reshaped themselves, his jawline stretching out to become a more impressive one as his chin jutted out, giving him a lantern jaw of sorts. His features morphed themselves even further until he was a dead-ringer for the ol Rotten one himself, which is to say he looked a lot like Robbie.
His voice altered several times, deepening and roughening until he had Robbie's voice as well, new memories and thoughts jolted into his brain as his personality and mind altered, becoming that of a devious villain and that villain of course was known as Robbie Rotten. Certain words echoed in his mind and those words were "rotten" "villain" "lazy" and "number one", that particular phrase was one he was especially proud of.
A few seconds later and his transformation completed itself, where Nathan once was there was now Robbie Rotten, and Robbie was definitely proud to be who he was, he knew that tonight was his night, his night to wreak as much havoc as possible.
"Ah yes! Now that's more like it!"
"Woah now, now that's what I call a whole new look!"
"I must say...that I certainly do feel a lot better."
"You definitely look good, my friend."
"Oh no no, you're the one that looks good..."
"We both look great...terrific even."
"You think so?"
"Think so...I know so..."
"We're going to have all sorts of fun tonight. This night is going to go down in history."
"Yeah...tonight really is the night. Come on, let's go and cause all sorts of mischief."
"I know what it time it is...it's disguise time!"
And with so that, Robbie spun around and he emerged a few seconds later in a Prince styled werecat outfit. He smiled in a sly manner as he jetted off into the night, sneaking around and running around the city causing all sorts of havoc. He definitely knew that tonight was his night and there was no one around to stop him, tonight - the night was his and he knew it.
As for what happened to him later, he embraced being who he was, for he was Robbie Rotten and he was number one. He celebrated in the best way that he could, with a grand performance of 'We Are Number One' of course, of course he also had one more surprise in store for everyone. Up on that very same table from earlier, the next box appeared, this time it was a stripey box with Robbie's color scheme on it, and next to that box manifested another one.
This third box was just waiting to be opened, but what was in it? Who knows? It is a mystery after all. But one thing for sure, that box was sure to come in useful for a variety of things. And it was going to be one wild night for sure.
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