Trixie's SongIt was a fairly average day at school for Trixie; she had already shown off her magic, and planned to sing a song at the talent show after school. The final bell of school rang, and she headed out to wait for her bus to arrive so she would be driven home. As she sat on the bench, waiting for that bus, she briefly thought about how boring the day had been. Sure, there was some magic, but not more than usual. As she thought this, a rag went over her mouth. She struggled to escape the grip of whoever had grabbed her, but she felt herself grow very sleepy from smelling the liquid on the rag. She then fell unconscious, having dreams of performing glorious spells and battling dragons.
When she woke up, she could tell that she was tied to a chair, and that was the most of what she knew. With the blindfold around her eyes, it made it hard for Trixie to see. "The Great and Powerful Trixie demands to be released from her binds!" She exclaimed in a very overdramatic manner, hiding her fear of thi
SodaRiffs 14: *Click*bIzARRO: Nice to be back.
Nitri: *sipping on soda* I was gone for at least a week.
Cute Killer: You mean we could leave?
Prof. Soda: Hey guys, want to know the story you'll riff today?
Nitri: Sure, why wouldn't we?
Prof. Soda: I know nothing about it, other than the title, "Click".
Cute Killer: Like the movie with Adam Sandler!
Prof. Soda: No, this one will be creepy.
Cute Killer: ...okay.
bIzARRO: Bring it on, nothing disturbs me anymore!
Prof. Soda: If you say so. *presses button*
Cute KilleR: Adam Sandler tiiiime
Prof. Soda: Noooooo
-*The following recordings are those by Mark Lewis, a man found dead in his apartment located in Los Angeles, California. All of the following audio has been transcribed directly (including background noises). Some may find the following disturbing.*
Nitri: We know how the story ends, so we could stop here.
Cute Killer: The fun part is learning how he died.
• Recording. 1# September 17th, 200
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He had stumbled upon an apple tree, and decided it would be a good idea to try and climb it in order to grab a snack. He had gotten himself carefully placed onto a branch when he heard his stomach grumbling, wanting to expel last night's dinner. Puzza decided to ignore it, and reached to gra
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