MTB: When Parallel Planets Collide, Chapter NineNow, Riley, my best friend in the whole world— even though I don’t admit it sometimes— was in his dorm room the next morning, about five or six in the morning, right around the ass-crack of dawn. He was asleep in his bed, tucked away and off to dreamland. I would be, too, if I had as good a life as he did. But then, out of nowhere, the mailman came to his door and knocked on it.
MTB: When Parallel Planets Collide, Chapter EightNow, I don’t know how the hell Cyrus was able to get discharged from the hospital that night, but the doctors managed to discharge him. He was on his way home, from what I know for sure, and he wanted to cook himself up a nice big plate of dinner; however, just then— and like a thief in the night— something grabbed him, sweeping him off his feet as it flew away.
MTB: When Parallel Planets Collide, Chapter SevenWhat, you guys thought that this was the end of my fucking story? Well, that’s where you’re wrong! Why would I be telling you this if I left it at Mandrake dying? Seriously?! Okay, enough about that. Let’s continue with my little tale. So, nine long years had come and passed, and Riley had just recently entered his sophomore year as a student in the infamous Treaka School of the Arts— and I was still in the conning department, by the way, and I still am, as you can see, with my new sunglasses and new hat on my head. Mandrake had been dead for all this time, and I just carried on as if it never happened. I just then got done conning a rich dude out of some ten grand, and I was going to cash the check in my name. And guess what? That’s exactly what I did, and the bank tellers never know that I was a con man. Now you tell me that ain’t smart! Anyway, I had used that money to get Riley a new piano with all the works to it.
MTB: When Parallel Planets Collide, Chapter SixYou guys still listening? Alright, cool. Let’s just get this over with so I can con some more people out of their money. Luckily, I’ll only have to do this for a few more chapters, so I’ll go ahead and just cut to the chase— smear the shit, if you will. The morning of the suspected doomsday— which was August 30th— had arrived, and it was nearly sunrise. I had been waiting for that son of a bitch Mandrake for two hours, and now my patience was wearing thin.
Mandrake's Day Out (A.L.T. Fanfiction Redo)The story begins with Dr. Riley Zinc, an anorexic musician and supposed scientist, tossing and turning violently in his bed while having visions of his mother and father, Elizabeth and Cyrus Zinc. The nightmare starts with a routine visit to their graves during the afternoon, followed by dark clouds rolling in above him as a storm was on the horizon.
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