After catching the crocodile, Papillon, and Louis brought it to one of the guards.
Guard 27: *Grabs a knife, and cuts a hole in the crocodile's stomach*
Papillon: *Watching the guard*
Guard 27: You're seguinte job is to go catch butterflies. What the buck are you waiting for?
Papillon: *Leaves guard*
Louis: *Follows Papillon*
Catching borboletas was not as easy as it sounded. They were going really fast, and the prisoners were tired.
Prisoner 52: *Swings his net, but misses a butterfly*
Guard 93: You're supposed to catch them you idiot.
Prisoner 52: *Runs after butterfly*
Louis: *sees borboleta on a bush, and grabs it with his hooves*
Papillon: *Arrives* How did you do that?
Louis: I just did it. I don't know how.
Papillon: What do they even do with these things?
Louis: I think they get sent to Equestria to be used for making clothing.
Papillon: How is that possible?
Louis: They use the material from the wings. *Gives borboleta to Papillon*
Guard 83: *Checking borboleta sent to him from a prisoner*
Papillon: *Walks to guard with butterfly* Where do you send these butterflies?
Guard 83: Into the United States.
Papillon: *Stands on his back legs, and shows his borboleta tattoo on his chest* How much would it cost to send this one out of here?
Guard 83: How much have you got?
Papillon: I have $1,000.
Guard 83: Guard!!
Papillon: Okay $2,000.
Guard 83: Let me think about it.
Guard 86: *Arrives* What's the problem?
Guard 83: *Shows borboleta from Papillon* Look at this amazing specimen that was given to me por this stallion. Why doesn't he have a net? Go get one for him.
Guard 86: *Walks away*
Papillon: So you'll help me?
Guard 83: Down the river, towards a small island with a lot of trees. You can't miss it. It's very easy to find. Be there in a week.
Papillon: Alright, I will.
Later that night, Papillon, and Louis were sent to a camp where working prisoners would sleep. Barely any guards were around, and they met another prisoner named Andrew. The two of them got sopa for dinner, and saw Andrew finishing his.
Andrew: Hey, how are you?
Papillon: Not bad.
Louis: I've been better.
Papillon: *Sees a pónei, pônei laying on the ground near another bowl of soup* Is he going to finish that?
Andrew: Not with the way he's feeling if you know what I mean.
Papillon: Oh.
Louis: I guess it's for us then. *Takes extra sopa bowl*
Andrew: Three way split.
Louis: *Pours extra sopa into Papillon's bowl, then his own, and then pours the rest into Andrew's bowl*
Andrew: So how do you like it here so far?
Papillon: I don't know. So far it's our first dia here.
Louis: I just think it's torture.
Andrew: Yeah, I've only been here for a week. *Takes pills out of pocket from his prison uniform*
Papillon, and Louis: *Stare at Andrew*
Andrew: What? These aren't the kind of pills that kill you. It's prescribed to me. *Takes pills, and swallows them* I need to have them with my dinner, or else I get a big pain in my chest.
Papillon: We get it.
Louis: May we change the subject?
Andrew: Eh, sure. How long are you gonna be out here?
Papillon: I'm not sure. We might be heading back to the prison camp soon, but we could come back here tomorrow.
Andrew: The idiot guards have been keeping me out in this jungle for three days now. I'd rather stay inside the prison.
Papillon: I gotta agree with you. You have no idea what we've gone through.
2 B Continued
Guard 27: *Grabs a knife, and cuts a hole in the crocodile's stomach*
Papillon: *Watching the guard*
Guard 27: You're seguinte job is to go catch butterflies. What the buck are you waiting for?
Papillon: *Leaves guard*
Louis: *Follows Papillon*
Catching borboletas was not as easy as it sounded. They were going really fast, and the prisoners were tired.
Prisoner 52: *Swings his net, but misses a butterfly*
Guard 93: You're supposed to catch them you idiot.
Prisoner 52: *Runs after butterfly*
Louis: *sees borboleta on a bush, and grabs it with his hooves*
Papillon: *Arrives* How did you do that?
Louis: I just did it. I don't know how.
Papillon: What do they even do with these things?
Louis: I think they get sent to Equestria to be used for making clothing.
Papillon: How is that possible?
Louis: They use the material from the wings. *Gives borboleta to Papillon*
Guard 83: *Checking borboleta sent to him from a prisoner*
Papillon: *Walks to guard with butterfly* Where do you send these butterflies?
Guard 83: Into the United States.
Papillon: *Stands on his back legs, and shows his borboleta tattoo on his chest* How much would it cost to send this one out of here?
Guard 83: How much have you got?
Papillon: I have $1,000.
Guard 83: Guard!!
Papillon: Okay $2,000.
Guard 83: Let me think about it.
Guard 86: *Arrives* What's the problem?
Guard 83: *Shows borboleta from Papillon* Look at this amazing specimen that was given to me por this stallion. Why doesn't he have a net? Go get one for him.
Guard 86: *Walks away*
Papillon: So you'll help me?
Guard 83: Down the river, towards a small island with a lot of trees. You can't miss it. It's very easy to find. Be there in a week.
Papillon: Alright, I will.
Later that night, Papillon, and Louis were sent to a camp where working prisoners would sleep. Barely any guards were around, and they met another prisoner named Andrew. The two of them got sopa for dinner, and saw Andrew finishing his.
Andrew: Hey, how are you?
Papillon: Not bad.
Louis: I've been better.
Papillon: *Sees a pónei, pônei laying on the ground near another bowl of soup* Is he going to finish that?
Andrew: Not with the way he's feeling if you know what I mean.
Papillon: Oh.
Louis: I guess it's for us then. *Takes extra sopa bowl*
Andrew: Three way split.
Louis: *Pours extra sopa into Papillon's bowl, then his own, and then pours the rest into Andrew's bowl*
Andrew: So how do you like it here so far?
Papillon: I don't know. So far it's our first dia here.
Louis: I just think it's torture.
Andrew: Yeah, I've only been here for a week. *Takes pills out of pocket from his prison uniform*
Papillon, and Louis: *Stare at Andrew*
Andrew: What? These aren't the kind of pills that kill you. It's prescribed to me. *Takes pills, and swallows them* I need to have them with my dinner, or else I get a big pain in my chest.
Papillon: We get it.
Louis: May we change the subject?
Andrew: Eh, sure. How long are you gonna be out here?
Papillon: I'm not sure. We might be heading back to the prison camp soon, but we could come back here tomorrow.
Andrew: The idiot guards have been keeping me out in this jungle for three days now. I'd rather stay inside the prison.
Papillon: I gotta agree with you. You have no idea what we've gone through.
2 B Continued
Andrew
I just want to end this story so it can be out of the way, and
I can stop overbooking myself.
The seguinte dia Trixie knocked on Rarity's door.
Trixie: Well. I did it. I killed them.
Rarity: Oh.. Well. This is awkward... I. kinda.. Changed my mind, and was about to call it off.
Trixie: Oh... I'm still getting paid though right.
Rarity: (sighs) Fine.. (gives her the amount of money she promised too).
Trixie: Thank you. (takes the money). Say. You have any beer?
Rarity: No. Saten came and took the last one.
Trixie: (excitedly) Saten's still in town?
Rarity: I guess.,
Trixie: Great.. You know where he might be.. Because I am totally NOT gonna stalk him.
Rarity: (shrugs unsurely)
THE END
Ending theme.
(theme song/Steven King IT)
I can stop overbooking myself.
The seguinte dia Trixie knocked on Rarity's door.
Trixie: Well. I did it. I killed them.
Rarity: Oh.. Well. This is awkward... I. kinda.. Changed my mind, and was about to call it off.
Trixie: Oh... I'm still getting paid though right.
Rarity: (sighs) Fine.. (gives her the amount of money she promised too).
Trixie: Thank you. (takes the money). Say. You have any beer?
Rarity: No. Saten came and took the last one.
Trixie: (excitedly) Saten's still in town?
Rarity: I guess.,
Trixie: Great.. You know where he might be.. Because I am totally NOT gonna stalk him.
Rarity: (shrugs unsurely)
THE END
Ending theme.
(theme song/Steven King IT)
Has anyone ever read CHEERLIEES GARDEN.
It's probably one of the 'better' creepypastas.
But I still dislike it.
Not only is Cheerlees complete irrational in thi story. (killing children, when simply quitting your job could of worked just as well).
But there's all the fact, she acts like she watches WAY too many Saw filmes (I would know, I watch them quite a lot).
She acts exactly like Jigsaw.
Using clever traps to kill them in unique fashion.
But unlike Jigsaw.
She dosen't give them a chance to escape, making her mais like the Mark Hoffmen and Amanda Young.
Where the victims, where ONLY victims, they would of died, regardless of doing what they needed to do.
And there was no 'point' behind it.
Besides I LIKE Jigsaw, he's different then other villains.
He's still 'human' in some way.
Anyway.
Now that I got that off my chest.
I can relax now.
And stay tuned for mais of my latest story..
It's probably one of the 'better' creepypastas.
But I still dislike it.
Not only is Cheerlees complete irrational in thi story. (killing children, when simply quitting your job could of worked just as well).
But there's all the fact, she acts like she watches WAY too many Saw filmes (I would know, I watch them quite a lot).
She acts exactly like Jigsaw.
Using clever traps to kill them in unique fashion.
But unlike Jigsaw.
She dosen't give them a chance to escape, making her mais like the Mark Hoffmen and Amanda Young.
Where the victims, where ONLY victims, they would of died, regardless of doing what they needed to do.
And there was no 'point' behind it.
Besides I LIKE Jigsaw, he's different then other villains.
He's still 'human' in some way.
Anyway.
Now that I got that off my chest.
I can relax now.
And stay tuned for mais of my latest story..
