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"You've got to believe the impossible is merely preposterous."
Introduction

Updated whenever inspiration strikes.


        The Fubs.




        Introduction.

        The story of The Fullibi’s begins a long, long time ago.
        Mr. Fullibi is a very evasive man; very little is known about him to this very date. His wife, Mrs. Fullibi is a more outgoing and generous woman, known to be stern with her workers and not above emptying a vial of something-unknown-but-deadly into some unsuspecting Australian’s drink or food. They are both scientists, clever and sharp as they come, always ready for a challenge.

        Mrs. Fullibi has several employees. There is the dishwasher, Ms. Quiggly, the maid, Mrs. Pie, the cook, Ms. Parkers and the resident artist, Raashka. There is also Sheldon, Dark Nation and Frodo, the pets of the home. They are rumored to be non-existent, as not a villager alive today has seen them.

        All of them stay confined in The Fullibi Mansion, not a person travels out - but my, oh my, the people that traverse in!
        A man with bright purple hair and a rainbow costume with wings sprouting out of his head and penguins on his feet! What looked like an octopus that had been dipped in a vat of green dye!

        No one ventures near the house and tried to avoid its inhabitants at all costs. The oldest of men can only ever remember Mr. Fullibi saying, “wtf?” and Mrs. Fullibi.. oh, no one wants to talk about her.
        “She’s magical!” One child whispers one afternoon, far, far away from the disapproving eyes of adults. “I’ve seen her, I have! Flying around like she was taking a walk in the street, ay, Barney?”
        The child named Barney nods fervently. “She was, that Mrs. Fullibi. We call `em The Fubs, though. That way, grown ups don’t know what’s going on and we can chat about `em all we like.”
        “Mom caught us once though.” The child says quietly. “I’ve never thought a clock could do so much damage to my--”
        “Oliver! Don’t say that here - Mrs. Fub’ll here you - then we’re done for!”
        “Who says Mrs. Fub doesn’t like swearing? Never said nothing to me about it!”
        “That’s because you’ve never spoken to her, you dolt.” Barney rolls his eyes.

        Join us in our investigation to uncover the secrets hidden by the ever taciturn Fubs.





 
 

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