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Ferakin -> RE: (DF) The Search (1/28/2012 2:00:45)
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Day 3 of me never writing some more to this story. Thats all I'll say here.
Matt reappeared instantly somewhere else. Somewhere else being the bottom of a very cold lake. Peaceful place, if you could see clearly through the water and watch all the fishies swim around. Which Matt could do of course, but that wasn't what he was doing at the moment. What was he doing, you ask? I was getting to that. Jeez, be patient. What Matt was doing, or rather, thinking, was an internal monologue. Which is only what it would be called by a techinical view. What was really going on in Matt's head, besides all the insanity and images that would shatter your mind like cracked glass, and the music, don't forget the music thats always playing in there. I think it's Reptilia thats playing right now, but thats completely not what I'm trying to write about here. What I'm writing about here, is what Matt was doing. Finally, about what he was doing. And it is...Talking to himself. Techinically it was thinking to himself, but, to him at least, it seemed more like talking. And here's how it was going.
Well, that was definitely Mary Sue-ish, Matt thought/said to himself. Or maybe I'm just applying that term to everything that seems pretty bad about me. Like the writing and talking. The word placement and words used are completely weird. Anywho, yeah, that might've left a bad impression on some people. But I totally had my reasons for it. If only I could remember those reasons, then maybe I wouldn't feel so mehhy-sigh-ish about my exit. Ok, obviously getting angry and going off like that is a bad idea. Now, why is it a bad idea? What is going to happen when I get mad like that? Matt thought for three full seconds before he did a mental fist-pound-into-palm-aha gesture. In his mind, like I said ten words ago. He is underwater, remember.
Yes, now I remember! Serious Matt said that the next time I got all angry like that, he would use that moment to bring himself back and destroy all of existence. 'Cause he believes that it's not worth existing with all the bad peoples and everything. Yeah. So thats why I shouldn't let my feelings get the better of mysel-oh, who am I kidding, besides myself and my long-running sentences. I always let my emotions take over. Practically every adventure ends on a semi-dark note with me giving some bad guy an eternity of torture and pain that even Aizen wouldn't deserve. In fact, I did give one to Aizen. Hate that guy. Oh, even he doesn't deserve that kind of pain, but I am a cruel guy. Anyways, where was I? Right, yeah, feelings and Serious Matt and chalupas. Wait, scratch that, no chalupas. Ok, so to stop myself from going on in that angry state, I moved myself to somewhere else. Bottom of a lake, it seems. Pretty icy-cold, too. Heh, I guess I needed to cool off. Ok, that was bad, no making those kind of jokes. Now then, back to the matter at hand.
Item one on the agender, the meaning of life-I mean finding Koran. Ok, review the facts. Koran's gone missing, I have no idea where he is, and Ryka seems to be the only person from this world to actually remember Koran. Which is strange, seeing as Koran is pretty well known here. So that must mean that someone has tampered with the people's memories. And only the people from this world have been affected, except for Ryka. Hm, I'll think about this later. Or as I do stuff and whatnot.
Ok then, time to get going while the go's on the here it goes again. And it only makes sense to me. Alrighty now, I'll have to find someone to come with me on my awesome journey to find my missing friend, because it's so much more fun on co-op. Can't include Ryka, he and most other heroes are needed in or around FalconReach. I mean, come on, biggest war ever in this world, and no one's gonna try and take advantage of a town that's still recovering? Can't believe that even if Johhny Depp acted it out in a scene. Actually, I probably could, Depp's a great actor. So yeah, gotta be someone who isn't always connected to FalconReach. Hm, the last time True Mortal saw me was 200 years ago for him, and 5 days ago for me, and I'm not in the mood to explain about me randomly time-travling to his past right now. Ok then, think. Who could it be...Mordred, perhaps? I know him, he knows me, so it could work. Plus, it might be a better situation than going with the only other person I've thought of. Not that it'll be hostile with her, but I doubt she can tolerate me long enough for us to find Koran. Okay dude, time to rock. It's been decided, it's gonna be Mordy. Now to just open my mouth and shout his nickname and he'll come running out to kick my-
There was very little sound as the air bubbles rushed out of Matt's mouth, but if you could hear him, you would hear his gasp of surprise and annoyance. Quickly shutting his mouth, he closed his eyes and facepalmed, like he had done many times before. Oh yeah, right, I'm underwater. Been underwater for a while. Kinda forgot with all this talking to myself slash thinking to myself if you want to be politically correct on that subject. How long have I been drowning anyway? Whelp, better get out before stuff happens or something. Vague things can happen in water. Scary things. Like the octopus in my pocket getting out. How did I even get him in there in the first place? Anyways, before I forget and start talking a lot, again, lariat!
Suddenly appearing some twenty feet away from the lake's edge, an at-first-wet-then-quickly-dry Matt appeared, scratching his head. "What is a lariat, anyway? And where am I?" Taking a look at his surroundings, he saw that he was on a flat piece of land, amidst a few hills here and there, with trees scattered around. Not quite a forest, nowhere near a plains area, and certainly not near a chilly place. "Huh, with the lake being that cold and all, I thought I was in Dragesvard. Eh, this just makes it easier for me. Now then, Mordy!" The teen-lookalike waited a few seconds before cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting, "Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate?! Oh yeah, and MORDY!" He looked around, turning his head to the point where his body kept turning to keep up with it. Matt went around like this for a few seconds before dropping to the ground, sitting on the grass with his legs half spread out. "Hmm, he's not coming out here to be annoyed at the nickname. That means he's nowhere around here for the time being. Meh, shoulda figured, him being whatever he is and all. I mean, he's got other stuff to do, I suppose." Matt laid down on his back and ran his hand through his hair. "So, that only leaves one option that I am aware of. Coincidentally the one that is most likely to behead me after 5 minutes of me talking and the run-on sentences and everything else that I do that annoys people. At least Deadpool has that healing factor, so he can just put his head back on. Me, I have to run far, far away. Yeah, sure, most powerful guy ever and all, but still, hell hath no fury like a woman who wants you to shut up." At this point, he pulled his legs back, and, throwing himself outward and upward, leaped onto his feet. Hands in his pockets, eyes closed as he walked, he shrugged, accepting what was going to happen next. "Alrighty then, time to ask her for help. Please don't kill me, Jeanne."
Using this color since all that blue looks a little bad. And yeah, that was kinda long, and yet, nothing but talking. Thinking. Whatever. Anyways, yeah, I wanted to make this part almost nothing but Matt just thinking/talking to himself. Yeah, I know he already does it, but I kinda wanted to show the extent to which he does it. And by that I mean he talks to himself all the time. Actually talking more than thinking, too. But yeah, I wanted to do this, show a little of whatever it seems that I have shown. The talking to himself thing is pretty big to him, and he does it a lot, so thats this chapter. And for anyone, by which I mean no one, who is wondering who "Serious Matt" is, that may or may not be explained later. No, it is not an alternate personality or whatever of the like of Matt, though he does reside in Matt's mind. So yeah. I did this. See ya.
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