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Okay, here is the next part of my story so Klia doesn't kill me.

 

Oleander found himself at the foot of the asylum. It wasn’t exactly what he had imagined it to be. The asylum walls were painted light blue, a tad chipped, but not decrepit. The shutters were stark black but still inviting. And the flowers were blooming brightly in the back courtyard. But having dealt with the mentally insane before, Oleander knew to expect that things weren’t always what they seemed on the outside. This thought seemed to diminish the happy demeanor of the asylum, giving an eerily deranged atmosphere masked by the sunny exterior of the walls.

 

The doors were quaint and inviting, but Oleander still had a forbidding feeling in his gut. He knocked on the oak door, grew impatient, and pounded ever harder on the door when he found there to be no doorbell. A stiff, young lady answered the door, her eyes on the floor. “Come in.” She whispered faintly.

 

Oleander leaned in the doorway, following her with his eyes, “Uh, don’t you need a verification form? Papers? You know, in case anything goes wrong in the line of duty.” He asked a bit gruffly.

 

She didn’t answer but instead began to ascend the winding staircase in the main hall. Oleander sighed and began to follow her inside. He noticed the people here were pale, almost wisps of beings, as if they had never been let out of these walls.

 

But the strange girl was moving even faster, almost floating up the stairs making not a sound. Oleander followed her until they stopped in front of a spectacularly unremarkable door.

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Klia

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Klia, you ready to start that DF/Psychonauts fanfic? I'll chip in a lot since you said on your xanga you had lots of work to do.

 

Wow. SOmeone actually reads my xanga. Right now I'm typing up the draft of what I wrote last night. It's not very well written but I doubt I'll get around to editing it right now.

 

So this whole story will basically be the thoughts straight out of my head, unless you want them changed.

 

I'll probably be able to edit once I finish this whole thing.

 

Typing away.

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Klia

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Hey, look what fell out of my pocket! And it's not five weeks late!

 

Psychonauts Crossover

 

“Wow, I can’t believe you beat up that Cyclops,” Strongman gushed.

 

The knight stood up proudly, exhausted but proud.

 

“That was cool,” Thompson admitted, an alien feeling arising at complimenting someone other than the Captain.

 

The Captain, a little annoyed at this arrangement, remarked, “I’m sure that if I had not been…ahem...sick… I would have enjoyed it just as much.”

 

Admist their conversation, Two Headed Baby had drifted over to some obscure part of the carnival, disappearing and reappearing as was its nature.

 

The Strongman was quick to dismiss the Captain’s remark, “I can’t believe you missed it!”

 

“Yes, yes. I can’t believe it either.” And rights as Thompson was about to add in his own remark on the Knight’s bravery, Captain pushed him aside. “Oh, wait. I don’t feel so good. Thompson I think I’m going to need some help.”

 

Thompson lapsed into his regular “Yes Captain, No Captain” routine. “Right away Captain.”

 

Before they could get too far away from the Strongman and Knight, Thompson felt a certain Two-Headed Baby tugging at his specially made astronaut pants. “Oh hello, 2HB. What is it that you got there?”

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Ok, I've got an addition to that.

 

Captain added to the conversation "Oh, it's a copy of the excellent game Psychonauts." Thompson agreed, "Yes captain, and it seems to be glowing." Strongman blurted out "That it is, I shall observe it." and as Strongman went to take the game, They were all of a sudden sucked into the game.

 

A while later, still inside of Psychonauts, captain woke up near a campfire, with a kid in a sailor hat looking at him. "Oh Thompson, where are we? I'm sore." Thompson sat up and said "Yes Captain, ouch. I don't know where we are at though?" The little kid hovering over them added in "You're at Wispering Rock Psychic Summer Camp. You all fell from the sky. I told the counslers you were here and they're on there way. You other friends already woke up and are down by the lake with that 2 headed creature."

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Ok, I've got an addition to that.

 

Captain added to the conversation "Oh, it's a copy of the excellent game Psychonauts." Thompson agreed, "Yes captain, and it seems to be glowing." Strongman blurted out "That it is, I shall observe it." and as Strongman went to take the game, They were all of a sudden sucked into the game.

 

A while later, still inside of Psychonauts, captain woke up near a campfire, with a kid in a sailor hat looking at him. "Oh Thompson, where are we? I'm sore." Thompson sat up and said "Yes Captain, ouch. I don't know where we are at though?" The little kid hovering over them added in "You're at Wispering Rock Psychic Summer Camp. You all fell from the sky. I told the counslers you were here and they're on there way. You other friends already woke up and are down by the lake with that 2 headed creature."

 

 

Totally awesome. My fav is "That it is, I shall observe it."

 

All I can say is spot on.

 

I'll work on the next, k? Sometime later this afternoon.

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Yes, we have both updated in the same day? Why? Paranoidish had made a draft involving South Park farmers and I was ready to write my own draft,so I was like okay....you write him getting into the asylum. That is all. And I will take care of some of the Loboto part.

 

She wanted to keep South Park. Yeah...that wasn't happening.

 

Enter Loboto

 

He had been expecting a half-starved, bug-eyed lunatic raving on the floor. He did find a lunatic, but he was not raving. Actually, the lunatic was sitting calmly on a stool, legs crossed, posture perfect.

 

The only thing that could possibly mark this man as crazy was his appearance.

 

He was tall, clad in a strappy jacket and leather boots. He wore a yellow, floral showercap; One that complimented his strangely blue skin.But what was most striking was his face. A long sharp smile curved all the way up to his eyes, which seemed to be replaced by Christmas lights. This clashing of gentlemanly mannerisms and peculiar looks was far more unnerving than a raving lunatic.

 

“Grab a chair, my treat.” His voice was scratchy, dipping on odd syllables.

 

Oleander looked around; there weren’t any more seats. “Uhh…”

 

“Wonderful! Now what is it that you are here for?” He added as if divulging in a secret. “I hear you’re a busy man.”

 

There was that sentence again. Was it some sort of cruel joke he didn’t get? “Well, I wouldn’t say busy-”

 

“Of course not! Then why would you be here?”

 

Oleander stopped short. He was laughing at him. That thing was laughing at him.

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He was tall, clad in a strappy jacket and leather boots. He wore a yellow, floral showercap; One that complimented his strangely blue skin.But what was most striking was his face. A long sharp smile curved all the way up to his eyes, which seemed to be replaced by Christmas lights. This clashing of gentlemanly mannerisms and peculiar looks was far more unnerving than a raving lunatic.

Only now do I realize that Loboto may have a long lost realtive.

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