FTLOA Ch.3 Explanation sorta

Just the 3 of them, a rebel, girl, and what looked could be a street performer. They were in a room with passed out super humans, a large crowed of people frozen in time, and an egotistical jerkoff whose mouth has been removed. And, oh? What's this now? It' seems the little girl who was in the punch bowel and her friends will be rejoining us.

"*Umpt* *Huff* *Erg* Ok! We're back! Ah my hand! Oh Ok I got it! *huff makes rest of the way up and rolls into open window* Whew! Here! And I saved the yaoi!" She held it up proudly in triumph.   

"Hey com on pulls us up!"

"It's cold out I finished my lollipop!"

"Screw you guess climb up yourselves! Hey Penny, what goin-" *take look around* "OH do not tell me they ditched us!" The boy walked over to her and picked her up by the head.

"Ok I won't, even though they did," he garbed the rope tied to her waist and pulled up the other 2 girls."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEWEEEEEEEEEEEEEQJEJEHJKEQWHEJHEJKHEJKAHEJK"!!!

"Is Ingrid gonna explode?" The lollipop girl asked.

"No Pointy," The last of the girls answered the dear thing. "She's just having a fit."

"Oh….. Ester?"  Ester the more logical of the three for the most part.

"Yes?"

"Do you have a loli?"

"No dear I don't."

"Oh *sadness*"

"But I do have a pair of scissors"

"YAY!" and she grabbed the scissors from her and stabbed them into her eyes. She then proceeded to dance around and smear the blood across her person.

"What are you guys doing here anyway?" The small wife, for they were his wives you see, said as she was pushing Norman towards her husband.

"We came with are son, to assist if we could and to watch of coarse," Ester was now pulling the scissors outta Pointy's eyes. Pointy had a real name and one point but it has since been forgotten so now we just call her Pointy. We don't think it was a very good name to begin with anyway. It was like "Slash" or something.

"Why didn't you even try to stop him?" The taller wife had gotten right in Ingrid flustered fit having face, to show the tiny trouble maker that she was not taking the events lightly.   

"But it's fun ^0^ And besides this is what we live for, that and maleprg (oh no she didn't!)"

"*Death stare of death from death lol* I'd throw you off this building right now if I'd think it'd do something, but you're just gonna haveta wait till we get all these wrinkles ironed out, so until then, Deck she's all yours" And thusly the young man whose name is apparently Deck dropped the girl, who landed on her head.

"OW! Man can you feel the love in this family."

"Ingrid I thought you were only related by adoption?" Pointy inquired as her eyes grew back.

"Still counts"

"Darling, Mr. Osborn is staring to hyperventilate, you'd better do it now" The small wife, her name is Bloom, was supporting him as he struggled to breathe through his nose.  Calmly, much too calmly, the young man known as Deck took Mr. Osborn from the girl bending is head back and exposing his neck. He then took his hand like a dagger, and sliced the skin on Norman's face creating a new mouth.

"Give it a few minutes and that torn skin will turn into your new lips," and at this he dropped the bewildered man and made his way to the center of the room where he preceded to twirl in a circle with his hands moving up and down as if he were composing an orchestra.

"Who*gasp*who are you people?" Laughter was immediately heard erupting from the younger wife.

"HAHHAHA! Oh that's rich*wipes tear away* Hey Death he called us 'people'! HAHAHA! Oh, eh? Death?" Her dress made the swishy sound that so many dresses make as she turned to find Death kneeling by Ingrid and the two of them staring at each other very intently. "What chu do'en?"   

"Staring contest," they answered in unison.

"Whateva. Anyways you don't really need to worry about that, all you need to know is that we're the 'people' whose gonna help you outta this fiasco. Here have some water," she waved one hand over the other and a glass of water manifested (Ou Ah!).

"What do you *breathing sounds here* want with me?" and he did take the water but only because he needed to rinse the blood from his mouth.

"You? Nothing. You're not the important one Daken is, but it is your fault all this happened."

"And why do you say that *slow drinking is slow*?" And in unison all the girls responded with, "You shouldn't have hired Daken in the first place!" Suddenly bloom was looking at them, paranoidily (Yeah it's a word! What chu gonna do?!)

"Guys just don't do that, it...I saw this episode of Dr. Who and that happened and …just don't do that." *……….'s all around* "Look Daken's just important. He's a…a….Death whats the word?"

"Hmmm…..thingy?" *this is Bloom's not amused face -3-* "An important thingy?"

"Alright we'll go with that, he's an important thingy! He makes things happen and things happen because of him and…stuff. Eh! Stuff is drawn to him and he's drawn to stuff and EHHH! Why don't we have words to stuff?" And the other girls answered her in unison, again "cause we're lazy." "I told you guys not to do that! *freaked out muchly* When we get home we are so watching that episode!"

"Nope they're gone," everyone turned to Deck who had stopped spinning. "They were smart to use the water I can't find a trace of them anywhere and if I can it's far to delude to tell anything for certain," he walked back over to the rest of them, stopping in front of Osborn, then he bitch slapped that ho, ehm hmm.

"What was that for?!"  Now Norman was reallllly pissed.

"If you hadn't had the nerve to hire Daken in the first place we wouldn't be in this mess. You started the chain of events, thusly it's your fault so *bitch slapped again! Oh the pwnage!* "Now we have to do things the hard way. So Bloom, do your thing."

"I never stop my thang boo," and with that the smaller wife stamped her heel into the floor causing a large crack to occur which than began to move quickly to the broken window.

Ah, I have just been informed that the young wife, Bloom, would like to take an opportunity to say a few words. Go ahead dear the stage is yours.

"Thank you Mr. Narrator. Hello readers as you may have noticed my name is indeed Bloom, this is because I happen to be the tree of death and we like to keep things all 'matchy matchy'. You wouldn't believe how long it took us to stop color coordinating are cloths with our hair Hahaha! Actually we still have a little trouble with that but this is not the point of my interlude. Now some of you may know the name 'Bloom' from a certain television show that shall remained unnamed for it is an abomination to everything Japanese animation has ever stood for! *grrr* *ahem* Excuse me, I lost my temper ^0^ ; Now I just want everyone to know that I was named far in advance before the existents of that…little, twerp, was even being considered. That is all

Now back to your regularly scheduled fanfiction------------------------------------------

Although it could not be seen from their position the crack traveled down the building hurriedly and hit the pavement hard. From there it continued and traveled down the street flipping cars, bursting fire hydrants and causing general mayhem along its way.

"What the hell was that?!" Norman exclaimed turning to the oblivious group of weirdo's.

"What that?" the younger wife pointing to the crack, "that's the call"

"Call for what!?"  Just as he had said those words the ground again began to shake but much more violently than before. More car alarms and fire hydrants folks. The building felt like it could've been ripped apart from the fierceness of the quakes. After a moment though, the madness subsided. Norman carefully lifted his arms from around his head to view the damages. Surprisingly the building was very much intact except for a large hole, where a HUGE DEAD ROOT…..THING had entered. The young perky wife had run over to it cooing sweet nothings and starching it under its….tentacle? "Ok what in god's name is that," the other two, who were apparently impervious to the quake tuned to him and gave him one of those, 'Are you retarded?' looks. Well Death did anyway the husband, I don't know if I mentioned his name yet, it's Deck, sort for Deckadent, you'll need to know that, he doesn't really show emotion. (It's his stick)

"It's my baby," the young one exclaimed as the dead plant thing sort of…nuzzled her…this isn't disturbing at all is it "It's a root, from the tree of death, my true body."
PERPETUATION ENSUES
"Just go with it," the young man grabbed Norman by the collar in his confusion and swiftly threw him out of the shattered window where he landed onto a larger part of the root, very large, like imagine a train big. The younger of the wives sat at front and the two others sat beside her on either side.

"*walky talky noises* Ur this is your captain speaking, uh thank you for riding 'Tree of death air'. We be taking a fairly quick trip today to wherever 'Lord Pale' ass has taken the hot little bisexual wonder. Plz stay seated until the giant root has come to a full stop and keep all appendages inside at all times or they could possibly be violently ripped off when we speed past a building. Now HOLD ONTO YUR UNDERWEAR WE'RE GO'EN IN!" and with that and an evil laugh the root shot forward propelling everyone back for a split second. When Norman had composed himself he saw that the city around was speeding by, no shapes were visible, just blurs. Slowly and staggering he climbed up to the front where the young girl sat. He opened his mouth to ask her yet more question, even though it should have been very clear to him by now that none of these people gave a damn about whatever he understood what was going on or not, but when he finally reached her he could not speak. Not because he had lost the ability but the words would not have reached her now you see. She sat and the very front of the root thing, stoic and silent, her eyes glowed with a penitently white light and smaller roots and plunged into her skin and were now growing from her like a garden.

"You're right, she wouldn't have been able to answer you," her husband replied in her stead. "Her mind isn't with this body anymore, it's with the root."

"Why are you people doing this to me," Norman groaned and rubbed his face.

"You did to yourself"

"How?!"

"Behold,*magical wave of fingers* the dry erase board of explanation!" And an invisible choir echoed MAGICAL DRY ERASE BOARDED OF EXPLANATION, and thusly the plot device appeared. "This may seem ridiculous but you wouldn't believe the time it saves on exposition," and thusly another unseen choir stared sing 'exposition exposition!' to the tune of glory glory hallooing.

"And that," Ingrid popped up and announced, "is what the Nostalgia critic does to your children!"

"Where the hell did you come from?" *does something like pull her hair* "I snucked on while you was taking off, we had to grab onto the tail for dear life" from underneath they heard someone, who they presumed to be one of the 2 other girls, scream, "It doesn't have a tail! It's a freak'en root!"

"Move I'm busy," and he pushed her aside. "Now, when you hired Daken * squeak squeak* it set of an interdenominational chain reaction *squeak squeak*. This too happened when the existence of Danny boy was first discovered by the masses but that was a natural reaction *squeak squeak* What you have essentially done by recruiting him is caused a dangerous and unstable reaction in time space and Canada." Normans face like huh? "Yes that is correct I said Canada cause as we all know Canada is the center for everything," ….. "Yeah we really don't know either but we're going with it. Now if this reaction continues to spread *squeak squeak* it could very well cause this and other dimensions to collapse at their core, and thus bad things will happen."

"Wait 'bad things' just, 'bad things'? Isn't  the collapse itself a bad thing?" And as Norman said this he pushed away the smallest of the strange children who had made their way up to where the rest had been sitting and was apparently trying to bit him.

"We don't talk about it. It'll hurt," silently he put the marker away  and studied the drawings and lines connecting them that he had just made and it was as if he were seeing the events unfold before him.

"Oh that's not cryptic or anything *guff* get offa me you little monsters!" All three of the girls were now climbing all over their captive but at the word 'monsters' they immediately jumped off and stared sing and doing cartography to the lady gaga song, because they're just those kinda people they are, but they're not people ^9^.

"Stop quibbling, we've got work to do," and the root spiraled around its self 3 times before landing softly in front of a dirty run down bar with flickering neon lights.

"Great, we went all over the city to end up here?" Deck made a motion with his hand to signal silence and enforces it by saying, "Story fodder shall be silent for you are an ignorant bitch ho and should consider yourself lucky to even be here."This of course annoyed the hell outta Norman who was not having a good night to begin with. He was about to proclaim his detest for the treatment he was receiving but Deck interrupted him. "We have work to do, it can wait," And they entered