Posting A Kremy Every Single Day Until New Episodes Of OUAW Are Out DAY 97

posting a kremy every single day until new episodes of OUAW are out DAY 97

Shows getting cancelled sucks

Way too many of the shows I have interest in have been cancelled so I believe someone is out to get me. The Owl House, Ok Ko, ROTTMNT, Dead End, Inside job, Invader Zim, spectacular spiderman, teen titans, and more I have probably forgotten. Are my tastes a bit all over the place? yeah but this isn't about the strange shows I have been watching this is about the injustice these shows have experienced. Who is doing this? Is it just corporate greed? Is it just the type of shows I like?

I love this fic! It's super charming and I love how Coraline it is while still being its own story and how well it blends into OUAW!

PLAY Pt. 6 (OUAW Horror Fanfic)

*Just as Hootsie and 'Gideon' had come decided to work together to escape, they could hear creaking on the floorboards out in the hallway, coming closer to the door. They already had a feeling who it was, but the haunting mimic of a voice confirmed it* "Uncle Gideon! Do ya know where my darlin' lil' daughter ran off to?" *She held back a whimper, 'Gideon' looking to the door panicked, then back to her*

*'Gideon' stood up from the bed* "Just a second, lil' green!" *He called out, then moved towards the wardrobe, opening it as quietly as he could and gesturing for Hootsie to hide inside. She did so, the sound thankfully muffled by piles and piles of clothes stuffed within, not just copies of Gideon's clothing, but outfits of likely dozens upon dozens of other people he'd been forced to copy over Gods only know how long*

*After closing it back up, he headed towards the door and opened it. She couldn't see from within, as expected, but she could hear 'papa' enter the room, huffing angrily* "What an ungrateful little thing.." *He said, the mimicry of papa's voice faltering considerably as his tone grew insulted in nature* "And you! Why do you think you even exist? You're supposed to entertain these wailing brats!"

*There was silence for a moment, before 'papa' huffed again* "If you weren't the only one of my toys with half a brain left, I'd cut your stitches right now!" *He shrieked angrily at 'Gideon', stomping a little goblin foot in anger. 'Gideon' cleared his throat* "I-I'm sorry sir. I just ain't seen her, that's all. I'm sure she's around here somewhere. She can't leave, ya know that, so she can't have gone far." *'Papa' just huffs again, stomping back towards the door* "You're right about that much. The others are looking about anyway. Stay here and rot, it's all your good for anyhow!" *He said before exiting, slamming the door behind him*

*Once the footsteps had gone far enough from the room, 'Gideon' moved back to the wardrobe and opened it, Hootsie plopping out amongst the piles of clothes. 'Gideon' chuckled a bit* "Heh...felt kinda nice to get one over on 'em, at least once. A'ight; there's a mirror in one of the other folk's rooms, the Kremy one, it'll getcha outside the house. It ain't much, but maybe ya can make some headway from there, and at least it'll give ya some space from father." *Hootsie nodded, nuzzling his leg a bit as a show of thanks for his kindness, then quietly exiting the room*

*She'd heard 'papa' mention the others were out looking for her; she hoped that meant there'd be nothing in the way of her getting to that mirror. Even still, she kept her steps as quiet as she could, as she moved down the hallway, passing other rooms marked with the names of the rest of her family. She noticed, as she looked from door to door, that none of the signs had the same wear and tear as the false Gideon's sign did. Perhaps these creations were newer? Maybe that's why they seemed so empty...*

*Soon enough, she found the door marked 'Uncle Kremy'. It was near the middle of the line of rooms, 'Aunty Twig' marked on the left and 'Uncle Frosty' marked on the right. She ever so carefully creaked open the door marked Kremy's, and peered inside. This room was somehow even more barren than the first; in fact, the tall mirror stuck on one of the walls was the only piece of furniture in the entire room. She looked around for a moment, then, still assuming, or perhaps just praying, that she was alone, moved hurriedly towards the mirror*

*She heard a voice cry out suddenly, making her hoot in surprise. She looked about, not seeing anyone else in the room; it was Uncle Kremy's voice, she knew it was! She desperately wanted that to comfort her in this moment, but she knew the kinds of tricks these things played, and shook her head, rushing towards the mirror in a fearful panic*

*She went through it with ease, slipping through as if it were the surface of water, and found herself plopped into a bush - well, it looked like a bush anyway, it felt more akin to a fluffy pillow. She could hear a familiar voice gasp at the sound of the bush rustling* "Hootsie?!" *Cried out Kremy's voice, rushing over to the bush. She let out a whimpering hoot and shivered, fearful of being discovered, and then-*

*The leaves of the bush parted as they were forced apart by clawed hands. It was Uncle Kremy - the REAL Uncle Kremy! With normal eyes and scales, tears coming to the corner of his eyes at the sight of his beloved niece. He fell to his knees, and Hootsie eagerly hugged him, nearly knocking him over as she hooted in utter delight, nuzzling against his shoulder. Kremy cried happy tears as he rubbed her back, sniffling* "I know, I know sweetie. I missed ya too..."

*After a moment of hugging, he pulled away from her, looking her over to make sure she was alright before giving her a sad smile* "I'm so sorry about all this, darlin'. I...I gotcha into this mess; I didn't mean to, but I...I did...I'm so sorry." *He said, more tears falling from his eyes. She hooted softly, her expression soft; after all she'd been through, she really didn't care, she was just so happy to see him* "But...I'm here now. And I'm gonna make sure ya get outta here, okay?"

*She nodded with another happy hoot. He helped her out of the bush, and as she emerged from it, she could see a matching pair of shiny black shoes to Kremy's, sticking out from a nearby bush, as well as bits of stuffing and torn burlap scales. Kremy chuckled a bit* "Don't worry, I got him." *He began to move forward, then he paused. He looked around a bit, making sure they were still safe for the moment, before he realized...he sighed. He needed to tell her*

*He looked down to Hootsie, one of her little paws holding his clawed hand as she stood partially upright* "Hootsie, I...when I getcha outta here..." *He paused, searching for the right words* "...I...I-I won't be able to come with ya, okay?" *She hooted, large brows furrowing in confusion* "I had to...do somethin' kinda drastic to get to ya down here. So...the Baron'll come and get me once ya safe." *She let out a whimpering hoot, and he looked down to her, giving the most comforting smile a conman could muster* "It's alright. I just...it didn't feel right now tellin' ya. I'm sorry, but I had to, to save ya. We still got some time, a'ight?" *She hooted softly, hanging her head a bit*

*They moved towards the basement door Kremy had unlocked earlier, though hadn't had time to open yet. He needed to find somewhere fully out of sight of all the creatures - which given this was their realm, wasn't an easy task - before he could call upon the Baron to get his niece free. Since the forest was little more than a backdrop, not to mention in clear view of the windows among other places, and of course, they couldn't be in the house itself, this seemed to be their only option; not a great one, but an option. If he had to, he could distract them, so Hootise could get away; he was doomed anyways, so there was no point in fussing over self-preservation anymore*

*The heavy metal doors creaked open, requiring the both of them to open it, before they entered into the basement, the doors swinging closed behind them. They didn't need to be alone for long for the spell to work, just long enough for nothing to conflict with it as the portal opened. He took a deep breath, still processing the fact his life would essentially end once the portal was open, but pushed the thought out of his mind, using the glow of his cane to illuminate the dark area around them*

*It was mostly empty; some scattered furniture, some wooden boards, and unsettlingly, various old children's toys, gathered around the basement and stood prominently, almost like some kind of sick trophies. Kremy's attention quickly focused on the far wall, wide and barren, a perfect spot for a portal. As they quickly moved to approach it however, they heard a long BANG that echoed with a metallic clang to it across the walls of the basement. Then two more in quick succession, Kremy hugging Hootsie to himself tightly, as the metal doors swung open with far, far too much ease..*

*Then, in the darkness, a hulking figure leaned to peer down into the basement, too tall to fit properly in the doorway, a pair of glowing, magenta button eyes peering towards the pair intensely*

"Aww, whatcha runnin' for, dove? All we wanna do is play with ya..." *The dark voice said with a sadistic chuckle*

The Twin Symmetry

In Gravity Falls, there are so many details that show that Mabel mirrors Grunkle Stan and Dipper mirrors Grunkle Ford. I can't believe how long it took me to notice some of these details...

Like how Mabel and Grunkle Stan both destroy a machine to make sure they weren't separated from their twin.

Or how both Dipper and Grunkle Ford both have "deformities." Grunkle Ford has his sixth finger and Dipper has his rash on his forehead.

There are probably so many more little details I missed or got wrong.

dreading being sick

Y'know the feeling you get when you are about to have a sore throat? Like you know it's all about to get a little worse? That you are going to be very uncomfortable eating and drinking for a bit? The dread you feel? Feeling all that nasty stuff slither down your throat? It sucks. It's not the end of the world, but it sucks.

Scooby Doo Blair Witch??

How has it taken me this long to know that there is a semi live action short film of the Mystery gang going through the events of the Blair Witch???

This isn't even the extended version AND its posted by Cartoon Network themselves. Either I'm a great fool and have been deceived or I have found a great thing.