Maybe when we make the movie...
Chapter 1: Squiggle Central, 4:36 P.M. Fantasy Squiggle struggled to get through the dozens of squiggles going throughout the city, short and tall, purple and pink and maybe even both. While our hero doesn't really stand out more than the rest of them (they all are unique), Fantasy is the master investigator and so-called archeologist (we all know that's mostly an excuse for being a treasure hunter in pop culture) of S.L.I (Squiggle Land Investigation) and was currently trying to get through the crowd and get to the headquarters to receive his new mission. Finally, Fantasy tripped over a very tiny aquamarine and magenta squiggle on accident and skidded right to the doors of the headquarters (even adventurers like Fantasy mess up a lot). He rubbed his head and stood back up again, hoping nobody noticed the incident. He opened the door of the headquarters, oblivious to the fact that he was about to jump into the biggest mess he's ever experienced in his whole squiggly life. (Yes, I'm writing a whole story about a squiggle I adopted a year or less back. Not only that, I'm actually taking this seriously. I'm pretty sure I've gone insane.) Chapter 2: Fantasy's House, 7:48 P.M. Fantasy sat on his bed, staring at the floor with tons of thoughts scattered throughout his mind. The mission he had received a few hours ago had the potential to destroy everyone on the planet, including everyone and everything he's ever known, if his fellow workers and himself did not watch over the task and the people that had reported it cautiously. His mission was to find a stolen bottle with a shampoo-like substance inside of it which, if it fell into the wrong hands, could cause a nasty series of events leading up to the destruction of the world, and return it to the Squibble Scribble tribe. Since he was not only a treasure hunter, but a detective, he had this strong feeling that the Squibble Scribbles had something else planned besides keeping it as a relic, but if he didn't follow orders, he could get a serious mark on his record... So poor Fantasy stewed over in anxiety, hoping that he would come across a thought that would finally soothe him and send him into a peaceful rest...until all of a sudden, there was a very loud clicking noise that transmitted off a force that could knock anyone unconscious. With nothing he could do to stop it, Fantasy keeled over and went into a forced deep sleep. (No, this is not going to end the way it looks like it's going to end. Just wait until it comes!) Chapter 3: Coming Soon!
