An Ink In The Ointment (Open)
Apr 2, 2022 16:48:31 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2022 16:48:31 GMT -5
The enormous fearsome ink monster known as the Shadow Blot was in the middle of fighting his two oldest foes; Mickey Mouse and Oswald the Lucky Rabbit when he suddenly found himself in a seemingly different part of the Wasteland. 'No matter,' he thought believing that he simply fell through an active portal during the intense battle. However, as he desperately tried to find a way back to the intense battle he quickly realized he was no longer the enormous, powerful Shadow Blot. He had shrunken back to his original Phantom Blot form. Frustrated and confused by his sudden loss of power and size the Blot decided to take a good look around at his new surroundings to find some clue as to where he might be and hopefully a way back to his own world. But a detective he was not. Still he did minor in criminology, so he felt like he knew enough about how detectives work to find clues. So, why couldn't he, a master criminal, do the same? He even had a magnifying glass, stolen from Chief O'Hara himself. Oh the police chief won't be needing it. The guy and his whole entire police force never did have a clue. In fact, if it wasn't for the efforts of a certain nosy, meddlesome little mouse they would never be able to figure him and his crimes out and apprehend him.
Stolen police magnifying glass in hand, the Phantom Blot proceeded to get an even closer look at his new surroundings. Before long he stumbled across a very familiar looking statue of a human man, but instead of holding hands with Oswald like the statue was doing in the Wasteland, he was holding hands with that infernal Mickey Mouse! Oh how he loathed that little do-gooder and all of his stupid little friends! Why, if he was still an ink monster he would gladly smash the statue to bits! Well no matter! As he so often likes to say, there is always more than one way to skin a mouse or in this case destroy a statue of him with extreme prejudice! Snickering loudly he pulled out a paintbrush and he proceeded to make Mickey look ridiculous by painting a red mustache and beard on him. He then splashed various colors of paint all of him while deliberately leaving the human man alone. After all, he had no personal vendetta against whoever that was.
Once satisfied with his work he pulled out a piece of blank white paper and wrote in thick black ink, 'Guess who? I'm back!' He then signed the note at the bottom of the paper using his signature ink blot. He wrote a second note that with an ominous tone to it that read, 'Miss Me? This is only the beginning,' and he too left his signature ink blot at the bottom of the page. Thinking himself so clever he left both notes right underneath the statue for whatever passed for local law enforcement in this world to find before ducking behind some nearby bushes to watch everybody's reactions to seeing their beloved hero's statue defaced and splashed with lots of paint in a most undignified manner. Soon...very soon his presence in this world will be discovered and he wanted to be there to see it. He craved...needed the attention his infamy brought him. In his mind he deserved all the attention after putting up with nosy, annoying do-gooders for so long! Well no more! It was his time to shine!
Stolen police magnifying glass in hand, the Phantom Blot proceeded to get an even closer look at his new surroundings. Before long he stumbled across a very familiar looking statue of a human man, but instead of holding hands with Oswald like the statue was doing in the Wasteland, he was holding hands with that infernal Mickey Mouse! Oh how he loathed that little do-gooder and all of his stupid little friends! Why, if he was still an ink monster he would gladly smash the statue to bits! Well no matter! As he so often likes to say, there is always more than one way to skin a mouse or in this case destroy a statue of him with extreme prejudice! Snickering loudly he pulled out a paintbrush and he proceeded to make Mickey look ridiculous by painting a red mustache and beard on him. He then splashed various colors of paint all of him while deliberately leaving the human man alone. After all, he had no personal vendetta against whoever that was.
Once satisfied with his work he pulled out a piece of blank white paper and wrote in thick black ink, 'Guess who? I'm back!' He then signed the note at the bottom of the paper using his signature ink blot. He wrote a second note that with an ominous tone to it that read, 'Miss Me? This is only the beginning,' and he too left his signature ink blot at the bottom of the page. Thinking himself so clever he left both notes right underneath the statue for whatever passed for local law enforcement in this world to find before ducking behind some nearby bushes to watch everybody's reactions to seeing their beloved hero's statue defaced and splashed with lots of paint in a most undignified manner. Soon...very soon his presence in this world will be discovered and he wanted to be there to see it. He craved...needed the attention his infamy brought him. In his mind he deserved all the attention after putting up with nosy, annoying do-gooders for so long! Well no more! It was his time to shine!