|Franny Todd: The Demon Vlogger of Fleet Street
Author: the electric phantom PM
After a startling reveal, the Pranksters come up with a plan to finally destroy The Electric Company. They try to stop them, but will love stand in the way of survival?Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Romance - Jessica R. & Keith W. - Words: 384 - Reviews: 3 - Follows: 2 - Published: 07-17-12 - id: 8330658
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A.N.: Sorry that I haven't been so good with updating lately. To say that I've been busy is an understatement. However, I'm hoping that after next week, I'll be a bit more frequent with my updates.
Anywho, I know I promised this a long time ago. I know it's been forever, but this story began with a freaky dream, and I hope it will turn into one of the classics. Yes, it's Jeith, but I certainly didn't skimp on the Hisa. Just you wait.
It all started on a normal day. Well, as normal as it gets when you're a member of The Electric Company. Marcus bought a "hunk of junk" from Francine, and we were trying to help the kids get their money back. Strangely, the plan seemed to be chasing her while singing operatically. When Keith sang/said something that actually sort of made sense (I'm not sure of the exact words; he wasn't singing clearly.), Francine began to shape-shift into a… guy?
He/She had hair with white and black highlights, from which he/she pulled out a knife like you'd see in one of those old-fashioned barber shops. He/She threw the knife, and it hit Keith square in the chest.
"KEITH!" Hector, Marcus, and I yelled. I don't know exactly what happened, but the next thing I remember is me kneeling on the ground next to him while Hector ushered the kids away and Marcus called 911 on Hector's phone.
After the ambulance left, Marcus and I were the only ones around. I was crying at this point; it was just too much. Keith and I have been friends since before I can remember, I can't lose him.
"Jess, he'll be okay," said Marcus in a failed attempt to help me," It'll all work out."
"No, it won't! This is more than just a prank! This is an attempted murder!" He put his arm around me awkwardly and we sat there for a while until my phone rang.
"Hello?" I sniffed.
"Hey, Jess, you okay?" Hector asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. How is he?"
"Getting better. He'll be fine." My heart leapt with joy; it'd be okay!