Leprechauns and a Fan
Now, we all live in a world where we believe the seen and imagine the unseen. Each time you leave your room, your toys have a party, as shown in "Toy Story". And each time we see a rainbow, we imagine a pot of gold and a Leprechaun protecting it. Now what is unique is when these imaginary things leave behind items that arent so imaginary. I found one of these things, it is a diary written by my metal oscilating fan, this is his story.
I woke up as my master turned me on high. It was the middle of the night and he was sweating. I began to move my head back and forth and wonder what could have gotten him up and how he started sweating. I guess he had one of those 'cold sweats' he always complains about, he seems to have them more and more ever since hes been off the 'junk' as his roommate calls it. There was a bang on the door and his roommate yelled, "Matt you up?!". Startled by the loud noise i saw him jump and heard him reply, "It wouldnt matter with a knock like that you jerk!", Matt slid his chair back and walked out the door to talk with his friend.
As soon as the door shut, i sneezed. I've been holding it in since i woke up. I streched my bars and spun my fans and took a look around the room. He has more 'medication' then he usually does. I wondered what for.
The door swings open but im already back in position quietly humming and shaking my head back and forth. "Finally" exclaimed Matt, he opened up alittle baggie and popped a pill in his mouth. He sat in silence and never swallowed, instead he spit it into his hand and look at the pill in disgust. "Last one." he said to no-one really. He popped the pill in his mouth and swallowed. The remaining pills in the baggie he poured into my blades as he tilted me backwards. I chopped them up really good and shot them back out in a powdery mist. The master turned me off and left me laying on my back. He got up and went back to bed, and being turned off i got tired also, so i began to relax, breathe deeply and go into standby mode.
I woke up suddenly, the desk i was laid upon had been thrown! My buttons got pressed and i was turned on low. I looked around the room and i saw Matt throwing everything, smashing walls and just flipping out.
Then my sight got really really really fuzzy, i started smiling real big and i sneezed. Matt looked at me weird but i didnt care, i moved my bars and positioned myself upright again, "WHy dO i FeEl sO wEIrD." i said outloud. Matt looked at me shocked and rubbed his eyes. "i really have to get off the pills he exclaimed." Then i remembered that, hes not supposed to hear me talk or see me move. O well, that didnt bother me at the moment. I didnt care anyway and i decided my time with Matt was at an end. I simply said "Oops" turned my setting on AMAZINGLY HIGH and flew out the window.
I finally felt free and fantasic and fixated on using words that began with "f". Flying through the air so facinated with the fumes in the outside world i nearly passed out. Then the worst thing ever could have happened. In the distance i saw what i thought was a flock of birds. as i approaced i found out that it wasnt a flock of birds at all but none other then Leprechauns!
(Quick note for those who dont know, metal oscilating fans are fueding with the Leprechauns, the fans were made from the leprechaun's pots that used to hold gold and were incapable of doing so now. With the gold being treated so well and the pots being rusted through they were envious of the gold and decided to ride the world of leprechauns)
Not really worried why the leprechauns were flying, I flew over there and began to suck them in to my twirling metal blades of doom. 15 leprechauns, decapitated in under 15 seconds. I spent many days flying around and killing more and more leprechauns, and then the drugs started to wear off, my blades slowed down and i hit the ground pretty hard.
"So this is what a cold sweat is", I thought as i woke up as a shivering metal fan. "O crap. ive comprimised the secret of the metal fans. And im out of Drugs!"
I passed out... Or so i thought... Turns out the drug was a hallucinagine... i dreamed it all... ive been stuck on my side popping (trying to oscilate) several times for hours dreaming... i wrote this diary to remind myself that drugs are bad.
Good Night Everybody - FireNinjaX3
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