Whispers beneath the roots ch III

The fox continues it's journey abide

I love this nonsense.
No, seriously, I love it. It’s like my bedtime stories had a sugar rush and an adrenaline overdose at the same time, while on steroids. Anyway, yeah. It’s gone. The spoon took me with it like a taxi driver with Moonlight Sonata blasting, did a full Rush, then vanished. Now I have to find it.

The place was blank "white" as if existence hit backspace till the door. But once I entered… Holy foxnut on a shelf. It could’ve been anything. A gingerbread mansion. A cloud of sugar floss. An arsenal of candy guarded by rainbow cats. A concert where piano cat shreds Ludwig van Mozart’s lost symphony in Z-sharp minor rage mode.

But no. No. Naaaaaah. The spoon thought it’d be funny. “Hey, let’s mess this fox up.” Out of all the realms in the cosmic cupboard, it dumped me into"
A... A… AAAAA
"Holy Freddy Fox in Peppa World™. Yes Peppa, I gotchu. Don’t sue me.

A swamp. A holy nightmare swamp. A Peppa-patented, gut-wrenching, muddy betrayal of all my hopes and dreams. At first, I was like, “Heck yeah!” Five seconds later: “Hell no.” But I walked anyway. Even if every step felt like betrayal. Then I thought, what could possibly be worse?

Boom. Something rose from the ground. Something odd. A cereal puff. No, not just a cereal puff "the cereal puff. Size of my paw. And it stole. My. Shoe.

I stared at it like: Whoa. Stoooop. Nope. I’m not letting this one slide. It was my favorite shoe. Now I had two reasons to scale this stinking, oddly vanilla-scented mess.

I trudged forward till I found it "a wall. Twice the size of the tallest tree around here. And on top of that wall? A spoon. Ten times taller than the wall. And on the very tip of that spoon "That evil sea puff. Yeah, I called him that. Because it’s funny. And I’m the one narrating. He was spinning the magical wooden spoon like a boss battle animation. Two birds, one spoon.

I wasn’t gonna just watch. Those were my shoes. I climbed.

On reaching the top, I saw it "Spoon vs. Puff. An epic duel. Wooden spoon fighting with every inch of its carved soul, swinging its splinters like forked fists. And the puff? Oh, that bratty nugget of breakfast. Smirking.

So I did what had to be done. I joined the war. And since he was the size of my foot "I knocked him off. With my foot.

Victory.

And that’s when it hit me. This wasn’t a swamp. It was a giant bowl of cereal. Probably the kind a leprechaun eats, sold under names like Mint Frosty X.Y.Zed, Fiery Gold, or Mint Fuss Dolls™. What looked like a swamp was just a single flake. The rivers? Pure white. Pearl white. Milk, of course.

I took my spoon. I took my shoe. I wore my shoe. I held my spoon. And I ran "fast as my paw could carry me.

I love this menace.

Author's Note

Signing off for the fox
-S€H@JZ

Reviews

[Steven]

No idea what this is, but it's definitely readable. :)

[S€H@J]

Well I'm guessing of ending the story here at a cliffhanger
Should I continue with ch4 or leave it at 3 chs

[Alessia David]

“Lines like ‘Holy foxnut on a shelf’ and ‘Z-sharp minor rage mode’ are wildly creative. The surreal tone is hilarious but strangely vivid I could picture that spoon vs. puff showdown like it was animated.”

[Neha agrawal]

This is chaos dipped in sugar and sprinkled with genius and i adore what I read it. Please never stop.

[Shalom^-^]

Hi, I am new. I like your writings.