The Insane Adventures of Baby Wushy & Barnabas

[Admiral Tim]

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[b]2:19, The Factory Outskirts...[/b]

A tall slender woman strode through the darkened alleyways. The cloak that hid her face moved slightly in the breeze. She wore all black, as to blend in with the night. The dawn would soon be approaching so she moved swiftly and silently. Deep in the folds of her cloak lay a newborn baby. Cuddling its mother for warmth, in the nighttime cold. A bit conspicuous you might say? But this was no ordinary night. For this one day will start the journey. The mother raced by dirty slums, makeshift houses and the homeless living on the street. She raced through some more alleys and took a quick right. She was met by two greasy men. They wore grimy overalls and were smoking cigars.
“Now what might a fine miss like you, be all alone in these parts?” smiled one evilly. Yellow cracked teeth showed through his slimy lips. He advanced menacingly. The mother didn’t have time for this. She ran forward and like lightning, kicked her right leg into the mans jaw. Sending him flying up and crumpling as he fell to the ground. She dashed by, taking advantage at the other man’s bewilderment. A few minutes later she had reached the shack she was looking for. She silently thanked all her spy training as she knocked on the door. For Mrs. Wushy was a woman like few others, not only excelling academically and artistically, she enlisted into the secret services at the age of sixteen. Making her one of the youngest agents ever. Secret services had taught her martial arts, athletics and most of all, spying techniques. The door opened a sliver and an eye peered out.
“Who’s there?” came a suspicious voice from inside.
“It’s me Agent Forte” replied Mrs. Wushy hurriedly. The door open quickly. A strange creature stood facing Mrs. Wushy. It was built exactly like a dog, except it stood on its hind legs. It stood about four feet tall and wore a head apron. It was called a Zhoul.
“Agent Silverpaw! Long time no see!” whispered Mrs. Wushy as she embraced the furry creature.
“Oh dear!”, said Silverpaw, accepting the embrace. “No need to be so formal! It’s Daisy now! I haven't been in the spy business for a very long time.” said Daisy as she slowly broke away from Mrs. Wushy’s hug. She gently took a mound of cloth from Mrs. Wushy. In it was a baby. Baby Wushy.
“Oh I wish I didn’t have to leave him like this.” said Mrs. Wushy, a wave of sadness washing over her face. Noticing this Daisy tried to cheer her up.
“There’s nothing you could do. Your work needs you. Don’t worry, your son is in good hands.” Mrs. Wushy smiled. Then she bent down and kissed the baby.
“Goodbye, I love.” she whispered to the infant as she raced out the door. Daisy felt pity for the lady. Having to give up her baby while it was so young. A curious pup crawled over to see what all the commotion was about. He was Daisy’s youngest. Barnabas. The small hairy creature tried to examin the baby, buy it was already fast asleep.


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[center]Outskirts[/center]

It had been exactly one year since Baby Wushy had been dropped off at the hovel that Barnabas called a home. Though it was little more than a large slum in a shady neighborhood, Baby called it home. Daisy and her son, always provided laughter and they felt like a family. No matter how dark the strangers that roamed the streets were, nothing could penetrate the warm glow of the family. Except for one thing. See the the outskirts were built surrounding the Factory Complex. It started out as a simple Steel plant, but since the locals have realized that no steel had come out in years. No delivery trucks went in. Nothing came out. Yet the thick smog that polluted the Outskirts’ air was still coming in full. The Factory was still in use but what exactly were they making? The citizens didn’t bother themselves with this question. As long as they got their gin and tobacco they were fine. But Baby wondered.
“Come on Baby Wushy!” cried Barnabas as he picked up a slingshot. Even though Barnabas was four years older than Baby, they were inseparable and the best of friends. Where ever the dog went Baby followed. And Barnabas needed not heed being too rough with Baby, because unusually Baby was massive. Four feet and a half. He’ll be pushing five in a couple of years. Yet he still acted like a baby, a very big baby.
“Coming Barnabas!” called out Baby Wushy as he dropped his pacifier and waddled over. He picked up a slingshot.
“Three! two! one!” shouted Barnabas excitedly. The two friends fired rapidly at two bulls eye targets on the wall. There is also one thing you must know. Barnabas loved guns. Of coarse his mother would never let him own a firearm, so he made do with slingshots for now.
“Barnabas!” yelled Baby Wushy.
“What is it?” cried Barnabas excitedly. Letting lose another rock from his sling.
“Me tired of rock throw. Baby go to nappy time.” garbled Baby Wushy as he settled into a couch. As soon as he climbed under a cover. A loud commotion came from outside.
“UGGGGHH!” Baby wailed. “Barnabas! Make stop!” screamed the tired one-year old.
“Just a second Baby.”, sighed Barnabas. He didn’t want want to stop his target practice. Suddenly there was a BANG as the front door was slammed open. Something that looked like a robotic man walked in. It was about five feet tall and had a crude face, not resembling a man. Rather, something from a children’s toy.
“I have come to collect tax from the Factory! Please pay the sum of one-hundred thousand!” It said in an eerily human voice. Daisy rushed to the door.
“What is this commotion...” her voice trailed off as she saw the robot. “What the...?” she said. The robot strode over and opened a sack full of gold coins.
“Pay!” it roared. It then rose its arm which had what seemed like a blaster attached to it. He aimed it at Daisy. Then he cocked it.
“Hey punk!” shouted Barnabas as he fired a rock at it from his slingshot. It flew at the robot and crashed into its head. It collided and dented the metal. But the robot didn’t appear to be that damaged. Baby Wushy stared on in horror.
“You assaulted a Sector Security Drone. Prepare to be terminated.” said the Sector Security Drone blankly. An antennae rose from its head and he shot a blast at Barnabas. It sent him flying into the wall. The drone advanced. He rose the blaster and aimed.
“You hurt Barnabas...” said Baby first in horror. Then in anger. “You hurt Barnabas!” he roared. Then something weird happened. Baby Wushy’s arms and legs started to bulge and ripple with muscles. His chest grew as well. BAM the Sector Security Drone fired a blast at Baby Wushy. It hit him and smacked him into the couch. Baby looked back up in rage
“YOU HURT BABY!” he bellowed as he charged at the drone. He smashed through its metal body with his bare fist. Wiring flew everywhere. The now lifeless drone fell to the ground a fist size hole was implemented into his abdomen. Its lights went dark. Baby Wushy had reduced the drone to scrap metal. Baby Wushy started to pant and his muscle mass decreased. His huge bulk seemed to deflate. The bulging muscles disappeared and what was left was the regular Baby Wushy. If he could even be called regular. More commotion outside. Daisy was tending to Barnabas. He seemed fine, just a little shaken. Screams came from the outdoors. Daisy quickly rushed to the window. The shelter had but one tiny glass pane that overlooked the factory. Daisy gasped.
“Oh no. It can’t be. The villagers, the rumors were true. We have to leave here.” said Daisy as she grabbed two parcels. She gave one to Baby and one to Barnabas.
“Baby Wushy, this is a gift from your mother. Enclosed is half of the Wushy family wealth. Guard it carefully. Barnabas. I wish this day would never have to come. But in these times ahead you’ll need to defend yourselves. I have given you two pistols. They belonged to your father. Now you must leave!” shouted Daisy as she hurriedly rushed them both to the door.
“Get out of here, visit Old Sam to get a horse. Then escape to Rook-Valley. There you’ll find the Wushy Family estate.” with a final hug Daisy said goodbye. Barnabas and Baby ran up a hill and soon saw Daisy’s worry. Hundreds of Sector Security Drones were heading towards the Outskirts. Baby started to waddle away but Barnabas kept staring.
“Mama!” he cried out in terror.
“Run!” she screamed back. Barnabas said nothing, holding back tears. Then nodded. The Zhoul dashed after his baby companion. They quickly reached a stable. The stablehand, Old Sam was packing his belongings away, ready to escape the invasion.
“Quick we need a horse!” panted Barnabas as he jogged over to Old Sam.
“No can do sonny boy! The last horse is mine. All I have is a donkey. But I can’t give it to you for free.” said Old Sam. Baby just stared at him and made a puppy dog face.
“Can we please have your donkey? Mister?” asked baby in his sweetest voice.
“Well isn’t that Baby Adorable! Tell you what! I’ll give you my donkey for free!” squealed Old Sam as if under a trance. So this brings us to another detail I forgot to mention. Baby Wushy was so cute, only those who have strong wills could withstand his cuteness. Others, fascinated by his adorable face gave into all his demands. So this was the start of an adventure. Baby Wushy and Barnabas climbed onto the donkey’s back and rode off, leaving the outskirts behind.

Huffing, Daisy stood on a pile consisting of hundreds of destroyed robots. She took of her steel gauntlets, equipped with three inch long claws. A weapon she kept from her spy days. She had single handedly dismantled an army of drones. She jumped to a rooftop. She had destroyed the minions, but the masters would soon show their faces.

Deep in the heart of the Factory Complex, eight stood around a table. All of the figures wore masks except for one. The man wore shaded glasses and a navy style uniform and hat. A thin mustache covered his top lip. His long chin stood out among his rather plain features. A man at the head of the table spoke.
“Our entire force has been dismantled. I do not know who could have done this, but surely it must have been a government agent.” an uneasy tension built in the room.
“No, we have footage from one drone. The first one destroyed. It was killed by ... Baby Wushy. An opera of whispers darted around the room. The man at the head of the table spoke.
“There is no other option. We will make more droids. Then we will kill him.”

[b]8:37, Shadowbane...[/b]

In a dark mansion stood two figures. A hairy dog like creature and a Baby.
“Tell me, do you remember who sent us to this blackened world?” said the Baby, in a creepy, whispery voice.
“Yes I do.” said the Zhoul. In a gruff malevolent tone.
“It was the baby...” said the shadowy human with disgust.
“I say we kill him” suggested the Zhoul.
“I agree” said the baby. With that they left the mansion and ran into the shadowy night.

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[Admiral Tim]

Added Chapter 1

[Admiral Tim]

Anyone mind commenting?

[Admiral Tim]

I know people are looking in this thread. Could someone please give their opinion to this writing?

[Sondance]

I didn't not like it but way to much dialogue, not enough of the other stuff.

[Admiral Tim]

Really? I disagree, i think there is plenty of plot and dialogue as well.