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Fanfiction: The Fraggle From Outer Space

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by Gold Demona, Jan 30, 2008.

  1. Gold Demona

    Gold Demona Active Member

    I'm kinda weary about posting this here, especially after reading most of the entry "On Writing Fantiction (Advice)". I guess I'm taking kind of a leap by putting it here, so let me know if y'all like it so I know whether or not I should post more.

    Dear Nephew Gobo,

    I was in the process of making several new friends when I stumbled upon a most unexpected sight. It was a fraggle! I have found a fraggle living in Outer Space! Her name is Goldie, and she is very anxious to meet her fellow fraggles. She is a strange one I must warn you, as she doesn’t seem to know much about fraggle customs. However, as all fraggles do, she is of wholesome character and shares a love for fun and music. For that reason, I have given her the address to which I send these postcards in the hopes that she can venture to Fraggle Rock and learn everything there is to know about being a fraggle. I know I can count on you and the others, Nephew, to show her around the Rock. If she decides to take this opportunity, you should be seeing her within the next few days.
    Your Uncle Traveling Matt

    The Fraggle From Outer Space
    Chapter 1

    “Finally! I’ve found it!”

    The thin, shaggy, gray dog awoke to his master’s sudden shout after having just fallen asleep. Slowly he turned his head to see the mildly eccentric old man holding up what looked like a very large photo album.

    “Come on, Sprocket! Come up here and see!”

    With a loud yawn, he slowly got up from his bed and trotted his way to the old workbench where old Doc did all his work. He hoisted himself up on his hind legs so he could see the album as it was laid down on the workbench in front of him.

    “It’s a photographic record of my family’s history. Did you know that my ancestors were from Ireland?”

    “Rohhhh!” he barked in mock disbelief.

    “Yes, it’s true. Here is my great-grandfather on the boat from Ireland. And that’s my great-grandmother standing beside him, and the baby in her arms is my grandfather.”

    “Rarr? Ar Ar Ar!”

    “Well, of course it’s important! This photo album is something special to me! Sprocket, haven’t you ever wondered where you came from? What your ancestors were like and what they did?”

    “Reh,” He shrugged and then dropped down from the workbench so he could trot back to his nice comfy bed.

    Doc followed his dog down to his doggy bed and knelt down beside him.

    “Now, you don’t mean to tell me that you’ve never even thought of it.”

    Sprocket looked up at his old friend for a moment, and then tilted his front paw left and right, tilting his head in time with it.

    “What if I told you that your ancestors were wolves?”

    The dog stopped his tilting and lifted an eyebrow at the suggestion.

    “Arrr?” He questioned, tipping his head aside.

    “It’s true. All domestic breeds of dogs were descended from wolves, and that includes you.”


    “Yes, really. I’ll bet that deep down inside you are all sorts of wild animal instincts that have been laid dormant over the generations.”

    Sprockets long floppy ears perked up.

    “Say, I’ve got an idea. How about we take the week off and go on a camping trip? Go out into the wild home of your ancestors.”

    He gasped with eagerness and began to bounce in his bed.

    “Ar! Ar! Ar! Ar! Ar! Ar! Ar! Ar!”

    “Alright alright, Sprocket! Settle down! He have to get everything ready.”



    Deep down in the rock beneath Doc’s house was a quick and steady rhythmic beat, growing louder and clearer the deeper one went. Eventually, the beat was accompanied by other equally rhythmic sounds. Then when we’ve reached the clearing below, the sounds blast to life as dozens of furry fraggles bounce around singing and dancing and clapping along to their fun and festive music as it echoes throughout the Great Hall.

    The doozers busy at work as usual, building their doozer constructions. All around the Great Hall, seemingly undisturbed by the fraggles and their constant playing, singing, and partying.

    * (Fraggles)
    Dance your cares away.
    Worry’s for another day.
    Let the music play
    Down at Fraggle Rock!

    Work your cares away.
    Dancing’s for another day.

    Let the fraggles play.
    Down at Fraggle Rock!

    Dance your cares away!
    Worry’s for another day.
    Let the music play
    Down at Fraggle Rock!
    Down at Fraggle Rock!
    Down at Fraggle Rock!

    “Down in the dumps is more like it!”

    A short bluish-green fraggle with bright red shaggy hair, and a brown cap on his head marched into the Great Hall in his usual air of woe.

    Most of the other fraggles, seeing as the song was finished, went back to what they were doing. Four fraggles in particular approached the small and woeful fraggle. A yellow fraggle of red sweater and big red pigtails hopped up to him carrying one end of a large banner in her hands, while the other end had already been hung to the rock wall on the one side of the Great Hall.

    “Hey, Boober! It’s about time you showed up!”

    “I’m not here for this silly party, Red!”

    “Well, you’re here, aren’t you?”

    An orange fraggle with purple hair jumped down beside her after having just finished hanging up some paper chains. He was wearing a yellow shirt with red stripes and a brown vest over it.

    “Yeah, Boober,” he added, “We were beginning to wonder if you were gonna come at all. We’re almost done getting the welcome party together.”

    “I would’ve preferred not to have come at all, Gobo,” Boober explained, “This whole thing reeks of death and pestilence.”

    A tall purple fraggle of long green hair and a long brown open-front sweater walked up behind Boober and placed her hands on his shoulders.

    “Oh, don’t be silly, Boober. There’s nothing to be worried about.”

    “Mokey, of course there is!” Boober insisted, “This fraggle’s coming here from Outer Space!”

    A short greenish-yellow fraggle with matching yellow hair and a colorful palm tree shirt happily hopped in among them.

    “Yeah, aren’t you excited? I mean seriously, a fraggle from Outer Space! Who’da thunk it, huh?”

    “Wembley, that’s exactly what I’m afraid of,” Boober replied, “This fraggle’s been living in Outer Space her whole life! Do you realize what this means?”

    “No, what?”

    “A lifetime’s worth of germs from Outer Space! Who knows what sorts of horrible diseases she’ll bring with her? I am telling you we’re all doomed!”

    “Boober, that has got to be the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say,” Red rolled her eyes, “Next to that whole thing about it being bad luck to tug on your tail.”

    “But it IS bad luck to tug on your tail. I’ve seen it!”

    “Seriously, Boober, you worry too much,” Gobo said as he reached into his vest pocket and whipped out his uncle’s postcard, “My Uncle Matt entrusted all of us to teach her about being a fraggle. So when she gets here, we have to show her everything.”

    “That’s IF she gets here,” Red said, “She got her directions from HIM, after all.”

    “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? My Uncle Matt has an excellent sense of direction. If anyone can get her here, he can.”

    “HA! Please! That fraggle couldn’t lead a fish to water on a rainy day. If she ever gets here at all, it’d be a miracle.”

    “And if she never gets here at all, it’ll be a great relief.”

    “If you’re so worried, Boober, then why did you join us out here?” Gobo asked.

    “I’m out to get more rock soap, and the Great Hall just happened to be on the way. So if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be going the rest of the way.”
    Without another word, Boober marched his way past the others and out of sight.

    “You don’t suppose it’s true, do you, Gobo?” Wembley asked. “About the germs from Outer Space?”

    “Wembley, don’t be ridiculous!”

    “Yeah, Wembley,” Red added, “That’s just Boober being his usual paranoid self. He’ll probably get over it once this Goldie gets here.”

    “Probably,” Mokey said. “I wonder what she’s like.”

    “I’ll bet she’ll be really good at Rock Hockey,” Red suggested.

    “Well, one thing’s for sure,” Gobo said, “She’s got a nose for adventure if she’s coming all this way from Outer Space.”

    “Yeah, no kidding,” Wembley agreed, “I mean, Outer Space is a really huge place, isn’t it? I’ll bet she’d have to be just as brave as your Uncle Matt.”

    “If not more so,” Mokey added, “It’s so exciting, isn’t it?”

    “Yeah well,” Red replied as she started climbing up the other rock wall, “It’ll be even more exciting once we get this party started.”

    The others nodded as they watched Red hang the other end of the banner, which had “Welcome, Goldie Fraggle!” painted on it.


    While Doc was making a final check on his preparations, Sprocket was already raring to go. He was all set to go camping, having packed all the essentials; especially his bones and favorite chew toys.

    Finally, the old man turned to his faithful dog and proclaimed:

    “Alright, Sprockey. You ready to go?”


    “Then let’s not waste any more time,” he laughed, “I’ll just grab the mail before we go, and I’ll sort through it when we get back.”

    He opened the door, and Sprocket happily trotted out of it. Doc went and got the contents out of his mailbox, and he dropped them down on top of the workbench.

    Doc picked up his camping gear and followed Sprocket out, shutting the door behind him and locking it.


    The workshop was very quiet after that, without the old man tinkering with his usual harebrained inventions or the dog barking at the large hole in the wall. For several minutes, all was silent. And then there was a knock at the door.

    “Hello?” said the small voice from the other side of the door as the knocking continued. “Hello? Is anyone home?”

    After a few more attempts, the knocking stopped.

    “I guess not. Hmm... Ah-ha!”

    There were some dragging noises, and then the sounds of the locks coming undone. Then the door opened, and a pale yellow fraggle with pink and blue hair strolled in, wearing a bright red t-shirt and carrying and large brown suitcase. (Large for her anyway) She raised her hand up and shook her head at the key in her hand.

    “Leaving the key under the doormat. Geez, this guy’s practically BEGGING for a break-in.”

    After walking in, she placed the key back under the mat where she’d found it, shut the door, and locked it back up.

    “Now, let’s see. Have to make sure I’m in the right place.”

    She pulled out the postcard Matt had given her with the address she was to go to. Then she spotted the mail up on the workbench. She climbed up onto the stool so she could look at the mail.

    “Looks like the same address. Doc, huh? Hello...”
    She spotted a postcard buried in the pile and pulled it out.

    “Dear Nephew Gobo. Yep, this is the place alright. I’d better take this with me so I can give it to Gobo when I meet him. Now, let me see. I think Matt said something about a tunnel.”

    She pocketed both postcards and hopped down from the stool. She looked around the workshop, immediately noting the various tools hung all across the workbench and the collection of discarded inventions strewn around the place.

    “Yeesh, look at all this junk! This Doc guy must be some kind of crazy tinkerer or something. With someone like this living here, no wonder Matt called the humans ‘silly creatures’.”

    She stopped when her foot bumped into a large yellow bowl labeled “Sprocket”.

    “And a dog.”

    Then she noted the large dog bed beside it.

    “A very big dog. That must be our hairy monster.”

    She turned around from the bed, and there in front of her was a fraggle-sized hole in the wall.

    “And that must be the tunnel to Fraggle Rock.”

    She stepped into the hole and slowly made her way down the tunnel.

    “Hello?” she called, “Anyone there?”

    Nothing came back but the echo of her own voice and the ringing of the pipes that decorated the walls of the tunnel. She kept walking, ducking under one of the overhanging pipes. If she kept going down the tunnel, she figured, she would eventually find someone.

    Just a few minutes of walking, an already the scenery began to change. The pipes grew fewer in number, gradually replaced by vines and flowers. Eventually the tunnel began to spread out, splitting off in several directions. Stalagmites and stalactites, pillars and boulders, crevices, nooks, and cracks all in rocks of strange and beautiful colors.

    And as she kept walking, she could feel a strange yet comfortable feeling. It was a feeling she’d never felt before. Something that was calling to her, feeling like it was flowing through her. Something new to her, and yet so familiar. The young fraggle, as she explored the cave, let this feeling surge through her and burst out in the best way that fraggles know how.

    ** (Goldie)
    This is really something, almost like a dream.
    Everything’s a wonder. Nothing’s what it seems.
    Everywhere there’s something new for me to see.
    Let me tell you, this is something strange to me.

    The local cave creatures watched intently as she walked and sang, looking around at everything she passed.

    This is sort of different, almost too bizarre.
    It’s too late to turn back cuz I’ve come too far.

    (Goldie & Cave Creatures)
    Everywhere there’s something more for me to see.

    I think I’ll be going. Please don’t follow me.

    Goldie, nervous from having these strange little creatures join her in song, quickly ran down the next tunnel. She took a moment to catch her breath and look around for more strange creatures.

    That was kinda creepy. This is all too weird.
    What are all these noises echoing in here?
    Everywhere there’s something new for me to hear.
    I don’t know where I am s’posed to go from here.

    She stopped by a large rock, climbed on top of it, and sat down to rest, setting her suitcase down on top of her lap. The strange new feeling she felt began to slow down and fade, as if coming to the end of a song. As she sat there on that rock expressing her thoughts to herself, she came to a very odd realization.

    Great, I think I’m lost now.... Why’m I still in song?
    Okay, that can stop now. This has gone too long.
    Everywhere there’s someplace new for me to roam.
    Now I start to think I should’ve stayed at home.

    She decided to just sit there for a while after that, arms crossed over her suitcase, not opening her mouth for anything. The last thing she wanted at the moment was to start another verse. How annoying, she thought. At this point, she could’ve cared less if she ever saw another fraggle.


    Song Credits:
    - Fraggle Rock Theme
    - This is Really Something – Based in the tune of “The Remembering Song” from the episode “Boober Rock”

  2. Gold Demona

    Gold Demona Active Member

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    Looks cool! I want to read more!
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  4. BeakerSqueedom

    BeakerSqueedom Active Member

    You are a very good artist : ).
    Oh, and you're a wonderful writer--not bad at all, dear!
    Love the name...Gold Demona...huh.
    So pretty!

    I can't wait to see how the next chapter turns out!
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  5. Boppity

    Boppity Member

    I read this on fanfiction.net and it's even better the second time around. :D I love the art, as well!
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  6. Pork

    Pork Active Member

    THis is a good story. I will be waiting for the next instalement.
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  7. Fragglemuppet

    Fragglemuppet Well-Known Member

    Oh yes, I'm glad you decided to post it here!
    :smirk: Can't wait to read more of it!
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  8. muppetwriter

    muppetwriter Active Member

    I was reading this story the other night before I went to bed, and it sounds really marvelous so far. I'd like to see where you're going with it. And, btw, your art looks REALLY good. In my opinion, your writing is just as great as your art. Me, personally, I couldn't draw if my life depended on it. LoL!

    But, seriously, post more. I'd like to read more about this Fraggle From Outer Space. :)
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  9. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Hi... This was a great start. Thank you for sharing this, please post more as we're quite eager to find out what happens to Goldie next.
    BTW: When I see your name, I keep thinking of the lead female villainess from Disney's Gargoyles but clad in some golden-plated costume.
    Welcome to the forums and I hope to read more of your great fanfic.
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  10. Gold Demona

    Gold Demona Active Member

    LOL, funny you should say that, because that's kinda who the character of Gold Demona is based on, except not an evil so-and-so. She's a gargoyle, but for this forum I made my icon of her fraggle version.
    I'd just finished writing Gold Demona's story just before I started writing this one.
    I have it on my fanfiction.net account if you're interested. =)

    Next chapter will be up here on Monday. :excited:
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  11. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Sure... Send me the link to the story please.
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  12. Gold Demona

    Gold Demona Active Member

    Chapter 2

    The Fraggle From Outer Space
    Chapter 2

    Somewhere deep in the Rock, a lost and annoyed little fraggle walked through tunnel after tunnel, suitcase in hand. Goldie hadn’t spoken a word for several minutes, worried that she’d break into another song. As she walked, she couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. It wasn’t strange to her that she broke into song like she did, having done so her entire life. What bugged her was the fact that she couldn’t stop. That the song just kept going.

    Her train of thought was halted when she saw something strange in her path. It looked like a miniature bridge made of a strange translucent white material. The bridge was surrounded by a small collection of thin towers of various heights.

    “So weird," she said to herself, “And yet so beautiful.”

    “You like it?" asked a small voice from off to the side.

    Goldie looked around, but couldn’t see where the voice was coming from.

    “Who said that?"

    “I did.”

    Again, the strange voice was nowhere to be seen.


    “Over here.”

    Finally, Goldie looked on the bridge to see a tiny all-terrain vehicle being driven by a tiny green creature with a large pink nose, stringy red hair and a pair of long stringy antennae sticking up from the visor she wore around her head. The only other thing she wore was a pair of yellow work boots.

    “Who are you?"

    “Name’s Cotterpin. Cotterpin Doozer.”

    “Did you make all this, Cotterpin?"

    “You bet I did. And it’s my own design, too. My crew worked all day on it.”

    “It’s really beautiful.”

    “Why, thank you. I’m glad to see a fraggle that can appreciate the artistic value of good doozer architecture. So... Ya gonna eat it or what?"

    “What? Eat it? Why would I wanna eat it?"

    “Um... Cuz it’s delicious?"

    “But you worked all day on this!"

    “Geez, you’re denser than other fraggles I’ve met. You act like you’ve never seen a doozer construction before! Don’t they have doozers where you come from?"

    “No, they don’t! You’re the first doozer I’ve ever met!"

    “Oh... Well, that’s explains everything. Okay, here’s basically how it works. The doozers—that’s us—build the constructions, and the fraggles—that’s you—eat them. Then we build them again, and then you eat them again.”

    “Seems like such a waste to spend so much time on something that’s just gonna be eaten.”

    “We doozers live to build things. You eating them just makes room for us to build more. If you don’t wanna eat it, then the least you can do is knock it all down for us.”

    “I suppose this would be like spending all day baking a fabulous cake just to have it eaten by whoever bought it.”

    “Um, sure. Like baking a fabulous cake.”

    ...Even though the little doozer had no idea what a ‘fabulous cake’ was. All she knew was that she was talking to a very weird and confused fraggle. It was like talking to someone from a completely different world.

    “If fraggles eat this on a regular basis, then I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try it.”

    “Good. I’ll leave you to it. I haven’t met a fraggle yet that doesn’t like doozer constructions, so I’m sure you’ll have no trouble finishing this one off for us.”

    Cotterpin jerked her tiny ATV forward, and then backward, gradually turning it around. All the while, she was trying her hardest not to laugh at the poor clueless fraggle.

    “Wait, Cotterpin! Where do I start?"

    She only stopped her ATV for a moment before finally driving away.

    “Just break off a piece from wherever and start munching. And if you can’t eat it all in one sitting, just eat what you can and knock down the rest.”

    And with that, she drove away, waiting until she was out of earshot to finally bust up laughing.

    “Oh boy, that was rich! A fraggle that’s never seen a doozer before. Wait’ll I tell the crew about this.”

    Goldie, stood staring at the structure.

    “Fraggles really eat these things?"

    She slowly reached to it and broke a stick off from one of the towers.

    “It doesn’t even look edible.”

    She sniffed at it, noting a slight scent of radishes.

    “Well, here goes.”

    She stuck the stick in her mouth and crunched off a piece in her teeth. She scrunched her eyes as she chewed, not sure what to expect. Surprisingly, she found that, after chewing on it a bit, she really liked it. She finished that stick and then proceeded to take apart more sticks from the doozer construction, crunching them down by the handful.


    “Hey, Gobo, when do you suppose Goldie’s gonna get here, huh?"

    Gobo was on his way to Outer Space to retrieve the latest postcard from his uncle, and to check if maybe Goldie had arrived yet. Wembley, ever excited and eager as anyone to meet the new fraggle, decided to follow him.

    “For the last time, Wembley, I don’t know. Uncle Matt said she’d get here within a few days.”

    Gobo ducked under the overhanging pipe and made his way to the hole.

    “Well, yeah but—Dow!" Wembley yelped as he banged his head on the pipe, shook it off, and kept walking. “Well, it’s already been a few days and then some.”

    “I know that. Now be quiet. We’re here.”

    Gobo peeked through the hole, and to his surprise, the coast was clear. He stepped out from the hole and looked around.

    “Hmm. Looks like they’re gone for now. That just makes things easier for me.”

    He strolled over to the wastebasket and dug through the crumpled papers for the postcard. To his amazement, there wasn’t a postcard to be found.

    “Well, that’s funny.”

    He dug deeper, but still he found no postcard. After about a minute or so of digging, he finally gave up and went back into the hole.

    “What happened, Gobo?"

    “The oddest thing. The silly creatures aren’t out there, and neither is Uncle Matt’s postcard.”

    Gobo started his way back into the rock with Wembley following close behind him.

    “That is odd. Hey! Maybe Goldie got here while the silly creatures were out, found the postcard, and took it with her so she could give it to you later, and maybe she’s somewhere in the Rock looking for us. Whaddaya think, Gobo?"

    Gobo stopped for a moment and looked back at his little yellow friend.

    “Wembley, if that was the case, I’m pretty sure one of us would’ve seen her by now.”

    He turned back around and continued walking. Wembley paused and thought for a moment before continuing behind him.

    “Yeah, you’re probably right. I mean what’re the odds of that happening, right?"



    When Goldie finally had enough of the doozer sticks, there wasn’t much of the construction left but a small pile. She rubbed her stomach happily. This place wasn’t so bad, she thought, with snack foods like this lying around.

    She picked up her suitcase and was about to continue walking when she heard a noise.

    It was the sound of small rocks being picked up and moved. She walked towards the noise, hoping to finally find what she was looking for. What she found was a bluish-green fraggle gathering some small white rocks. Finally, she thought. She’d finally found another fraggle. She walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder.

    “Excuse me.”


    The poor fraggle jumped, dropping all the stones he’d collected.

    “What do you think you’re doing sneaking up on a fraggle like that?"

    “I’m sorry!"


    Boober growled as he dropped back down to the ground to start picking the stones back up. Goldie dropped her suitcase so she could get down and help him.

    “I’m really sorry about that.”

    “It’s just as well. Rock soap is incredibly slippery. It’s a wonder I ever get any of it home.”

    “Hey, maybe this’ll help.”

    She opened her suitcase and pulled out a brown paper bag. She opened that up and dropped the rocks she’d already collected inside it. She placed the bag down on the ground in between them.


    He looked at the bag for a moment and then up at Goldie. He slowly dropped the rocks he’d collected into the bag. Goldie closed up the bag as they both stood back up. She held the bag up for him to take.

    “Should be easier to take them home now.”

    He looked down at the bag, and back up at Goldie again. Slowly, he took the bag from her.

    “Thank you," he said uneasily.

    “Glad I could help.”

    She closed her suitcase and picked it back up.

    “I need to get to a place called the Great Hall. Can you tell me where that is?"

    “It’s down that tunnel to the right. It’s on the way to my hole, so you can just follow me there.”


    She followed the short green fraggle down the tunnel, relieved that she finally wasn’t lost anymore.

    “So. Where are you from?"


    “You’re obviously not from this part of the Rock if you got yourself lost in the Soap Rock Cavern.”

    “Oh, I’m not from the Rock at all.”

    He stopped all of a sudden, turned around, and stared at Goldie for a long moment.

    “Not from the Rock?"

    “Nope. I come from outside the rock. I think Matt called it Outer Space?"

    “Outer...... Outer Space? You’re from Outer Space?"

    “Um, yeah. Why? What’s the matter?"

    As she kept talking, he started to tremble wildly, the bag of rocks beginning to rattle in his arms. After a long moment of staring and trembling, he gave out a loud shriek as he threw the bag in the air and fled down the tunnel.

    “Hey! Wait!"

    Goldie grabbed the bag and gave chase. Why was he running away from her? She certainly didn’t know, but she was going to find out.


    Over in the Great Hall, Gobo was telling Red and Mokey about what he and Wembley saw in Outer Space. Red, as usual, was unimpressed.

    “So the postcard didn’t get here today. Big deal. You know that sometimes it comes a day or two late.”

    “Yeah, I know that, Red, but I can’t help but think there’s more to it than just arriving late.”

    Mokey placed a hand on Gobo’s shoulder.

    “Don’t you worry, Gobo. I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation.”


    “That sounded like Boober," Wembley pointed out.

    They were about to start running towards the scream when a bluish green blur ran past them, across the Great Hall, and straight towards Boober’s room.

    “What’s gotten into HIM?" Red asked.


    They turned their heads again to see a pale yellow fraggle running in, panting as she stopped right next to the baffled foursome.

    “Did... you guys see... a blue fraggle... run through here?"

    Red pointed in the direction Boober ran.

    “He just went to his room.”

    “Scared out of his wits, too," Gobo added. “What was he running away from?"

    “Heck if I know. I told him I was from Outer Space, and he just freaked out. I tell you, if this is the way you fraggles greet newcomers, I’m not sure I’ll have much incentive to stick around here. But since I’m here...”

    The other four fraggles watched as she pulled out the postcard she took from Doc’s workbench.

    “Which one of you here’s Gobo?"
  13. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Yay! Update! Loved it all... Cotterpin laughing at Goldie for not knowing about doozersticks... The bag with the rock soap... The chase afterwards... Loved it!
    Also, I find it interesting that here too the first Fraggle Goldie meets is Freddy. Oh sorry, Boober.

    Please, when you can, post more.
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  14. Gold Demona

    Gold Demona Active Member

    lmao, yes yes. Freddie. :coy:<-*whistles inconspicuously*
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  15. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    BTW: Finished it. Sad that I can't appreciate the artwork you drew to accompany such a great story. If it's done as well as the text, then it must be grand. Blind batty eyes you know... Mmm, though perhaps not. Oh well.
    *Waits for the next update and leaves muffins for GD. Just hope your head doesn't turn into fruit, there's a strain of that going around at the dorms.
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  16. Gold Demona

    Gold Demona Active Member

    *blinkblink* Are they eating Gushers? O_O
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  17. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Hee... No, the Newsman reported a story about people's heads turning to prunes. You can read about it in the last page or two of the thread. Give it a once-over and PM me if you want to join in the madness over there.

    Oh, and please post more of this story.
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  18. Gold Demona

    Gold Demona Active Member

    All in due time, my dear Count. All in due time. ;)
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  19. BeakerSqueedom

    BeakerSqueedom Active Member

    *Clings to Goldie*

    Yes you must! <3333 Postage. <3
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  20. redBoobergurl

    redBoobergurl Well-Known Member

    Just finally had a chance to sit down and read this story and it is fantastic! I love your artwork of Goldie, but I love the story just as much! You've got everyone really well in character and I'm excited to see what happens now that Goldie has met Gobo and the others!
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