User:Shadowy Scarecrow/BlogArchive/Just Another FanFic (Completely Unrealated To Poptropica)

'''This blog is a fanfiction I decided to write, since I'd like to show you guys what I do outside of the wiki. If you like it so far, I can do more if you want.'''

Chapter 1
"Clark! Please get up! There's a warlock, and he's in trouble!" a woman yelled, she kept shaking her friend as he buried himself underneath the red blanket from his bed. But, the woman decided it was best to pull him off the bed, making him fall to the floor.

"What!? It's 3 in the morning, and you know I have a difficult job!" Clark yelled, he stared at the woman in anger, not noticing that she had apparently borrowed his clothing, being dressed in a black sweater topped with a grey jacket, the dark blue pants were ripped, but the woman provided sandals. "I'll get dressed.", he said, waving the woman off.

Clark soon got dressed in his usual outfit, the dark green dress shirt, black pants, and a brown coat. He got out a comb and brushed his red hair as he placed a few seraph blades in his pockets. After that, he put on his gas mask and grabbed his cane, heading outside to where the warlock was. The warlock looked 16, enough to cause trouble. He looked as if he had never gone out in the sunlight, pale as can be. His hair was a dark brown, spiked and messy. His eye's were a glowing green, almost crazed. He had a black robe on, which was filthy. The monsters he was fighting were vampires, and he looked nearly beaten. Clark took aim with his bow and arrows, firing at the vampires, turning them into ash. He was about to turn around, the boy ran over and hugged him.

"You're my new guardian angel, sir! We'll have tons of battles in the games, don't worry. Once you're bitten, however, I'll have to get rid of you." the warlock said

"No, I wouldn't want to do that. A great offer, really, but that's too much to ask for." Clark said, trying to walk away, but the boy froze Clark's legs before he could escape. "Wh- What do you want from me? I'll give you anything I have, just let me go."

"I want you to fight for me. Hundreds of angels do it, and I've been waiting for a long time for this." the warlock said, grinning at his new angel pet. Clark then slowly looked down at the boy, scanning him.

"A necromancer, a liar, and an idiot! I've should have known, I have had a necromancer like you come around and ask for a sort of 'partnership'. But the one I know is very experienced, and could be a better pick." Clark said, trying to buy his way out.

"Alright, then where is your so-called necromancer friend? Is he imaginary?" the boy asked

"You know, you're a buzzkill..... He's probably out buying some food for his family, working with his best friends, or scrubbing walls with a toothbrush. Ever since he found those three kids and the psychopath, he's dedicated his time to them for a long time. Maybe, just maybe, he'll help you." Clark explained