The council room is dark. The single round table shines eerily blue in the light of the only lamp around. The members are gathered round it, there faces hidden from view by the shadows. Only one is standing. Only one is smiling with an evil sort of grin as they survey those around them. And that one, is the one who called them there, the one who commands them. The leader. The ruler. The all powerful empress. In a commanding voice she speaks at last, her hands clasped behind her back. "Welcome gentleman and ladies to our first council meeting. As I'm sure you're well aware the day is coming when our plan will begin to be put into motion. Soon. Yes very soon now we will have reached our goal. And soon....yes....VERY soon...I will rule this world. Now! Down to business is there any-"
But the leader was cut off as the lights suddenly went up, illuminating the dark scene altogether. The other members did not move, save for one who shielded his eyes against the sudden light. The others remained as still as ever. They were stuffed after all. In the doorway the illuminated and shadowed figure who had dared turn on the lights was standing, one hand on a hip, the other leaning against the wall in a casual way. And at last the interloper spoke. "Y'know kid....it's not a very good idea to sit in the dark. Could poke your eye out and then you're mother would kill me? Do you want me to die huh? Keep the freaking lights on!"
The interloper, truly the commander's aunt and babysitter took a look around at the scene. The members, all dolls and stuffed animals, were piled round a child's table none had chairs save the one who was living, a young boy with shaggy brown hair a large coke-bottle glasses. He stared out blankly with the same poker face that could always be seen and lowered the hood of his dark-green jacket to stare in a sort of annoyed way at the woman in the doorway. Even more annoyed was the commander. Who quickly began to push her aunt back out through the door, though her hands only reached the woman's waist at most.
"Get out! Get out! We're holding a secret evil meeting to discuss the plans for next week's takeover scheme!" The evil empress demanded, her voice returning to it's normal pitch. The woman smiled and merely rolled her eyes at her neice's actions before relenting. "Alright fine. Whatever. Go back to your 'secret meeting'. Just leave the lights on. And don't forget to come out and eat something. I'm not going to be responsible for when your mother comes home ticked."
And then the interloper was gone and the commander stood with her back to the door, looking more than a little angry. "Shyla..." said the boy with coke-bottle glasses, remembering his stomach for the first time since the meeting began. "We should probably eat something."
Shyla, the empress, raised her head of shaggy rusty-brown hair, her bright green eyes looking out from underneath her large wild bangs, held back only by a pair of orange goggles she wore like a headband. She was smaller than the four-foot dresser she stood beside and her stomach grumbled hungrily beneath the confines of her black and orange-shirt and tan shorts. Shyla, the evil ruler to be let out a sigh. She gave up. "Alright fine. We'll have a lunch break but then we're going to come right back and discuss the zombies. I don't feel like we have enough of them. " And then the two ten year olds went to go eat a lunch of PB&J with some milk and carrots on the side. But only becuase Shyla's aunt insisted.
But the leader was cut off as the lights suddenly went up, illuminating the dark scene altogether. The other members did not move, save for one who shielded his eyes against the sudden light. The others remained as still as ever. They were stuffed after all. In the doorway the illuminated and shadowed figure who had dared turn on the lights was standing, one hand on a hip, the other leaning against the wall in a casual way. And at last the interloper spoke. "Y'know kid....it's not a very good idea to sit in the dark. Could poke your eye out and then you're mother would kill me? Do you want me to die huh? Keep the freaking lights on!"
The interloper, truly the commander's aunt and babysitter took a look around at the scene. The members, all dolls and stuffed animals, were piled round a child's table none had chairs save the one who was living, a young boy with shaggy brown hair a large coke-bottle glasses. He stared out blankly with the same poker face that could always be seen and lowered the hood of his dark-green jacket to stare in a sort of annoyed way at the woman in the doorway. Even more annoyed was the commander. Who quickly began to push her aunt back out through the door, though her hands only reached the woman's waist at most.
"Get out! Get out! We're holding a secret evil meeting to discuss the plans for next week's takeover scheme!" The evil empress demanded, her voice returning to it's normal pitch. The woman smiled and merely rolled her eyes at her neice's actions before relenting. "Alright fine. Whatever. Go back to your 'secret meeting'. Just leave the lights on. And don't forget to come out and eat something. I'm not going to be responsible for when your mother comes home ticked."
And then the interloper was gone and the commander stood with her back to the door, looking more than a little angry. "Shyla..." said the boy with coke-bottle glasses, remembering his stomach for the first time since the meeting began. "We should probably eat something."
Shyla, the empress, raised her head of shaggy rusty-brown hair, her bright green eyes looking out from underneath her large wild bangs, held back only by a pair of orange goggles she wore like a headband. She was smaller than the four-foot dresser she stood beside and her stomach grumbled hungrily beneath the confines of her black and orange-shirt and tan shorts. Shyla, the evil ruler to be let out a sigh. She gave up. "Alright fine. We'll have a lunch break but then we're going to come right back and discuss the zombies. I don't feel like we have enough of them. " And then the two ten year olds went to go eat a lunch of PB&J with some milk and carrots on the side. But only becuase Shyla's aunt insisted.
