Mr. Nillion's little box

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"Don't open that!," the cultured British voice of Mr. Nillion barked out.

Celia put the small box back on Mr. Nillion’s desk, with a guilty expression on her pretty face. This would be the third time she would be scolded for attempting to open the box. Celia gave a slight shudder as the memory of the first time she had tried to open the box came to her mind. She had never seen a man’s face turn red from anger before, it had been both scary and funny at the same time.

The box was usually hidden, but today Mr. Nillion was moving and Celia had graciously offered to help. Celia was Mr.Nillion’s neighbor and since Mr. Nilion worked at home she would drop by sporadically. She always seemed to come the one day Mr. Nillion would have the box out. For Celia, once she left the room, the box left her mind, the age-old adage "out of sight, out of mind" rang truer for Celia than most.

Celia tugged her shirt down, giving Mr. Nillion a rather generous view of her melons. She hoped this would distract him; she was so not in the mood to be scolded by that sexy voice (let's face it all British accents are sexy and if you don’t think so maybe you should read a different story). Mr. Nillion glanced at her boobs and cleared his throat.

“Well now, I can see you were just admiring the markings on the side and would never open the box, I mean that would be incredibly moronic if after several warnings you would let your curiosity get the better of you.”

Mr. Nillion than preceded to walk over to the desk, pick up the box and promptly put it in a drawer. He felt satisfied that he had given a sufficient amount of warnings and it wasn’t as if he could just tell her what was in the box. No, no, being all cryptic about it was much better. “I’m going to get some coffee, would you like some? My treat.” At her nod he continued, “I will only be gone for a few minutes, please don’t open the box, you will regret it.” With that he turned on his heels and left.

Celia glanced where he had once been. What’s the worst that could happen? With that thought running through her head she jumped over the desk, ripped open the drawer and held the box up. It was such a strange little box. With one more look at the door, Celia decided to satisfy her craving and opened the box.

She was promptly sucked into the box, she didn’t even have time to scream. There had been a flash of green light, then the box had closed and remained sitting innocently on the floor.

Ten minutes later, Mr. Nillion strolled into the room, coffee in one hand and a bag of pastries in the other. “Celia…” he called out tentatively. He was looking about the room as he walked in and he stumbled over the box. “What the deuce? Oh no, she couldn’t have, oh God, she did.” Sadly Mr. Nillion picked up the box and put it back on his desk. “I warned her, I did. It’s her own fault. I shouldn’t feel guilty, nope, not at all, no guilt for this man. Fuck.” He slumped against the desk, and glanced at the evil little box. “I should probably go save her.”

Turn in whenever the next chapter is due to see if Mr. Nillion will take the high road and save Celia or will he follow his nature and leave her to her fate. And what of this box? Maybe some of this will be revealed in the next chapter, keep checking back.

[Wulfi]

Aug 14, 2009 15:26:50 GMT -5 littlemadworld said:

Celia tugged her shirt down, giving Mr. Nillion a rather generous view of her melons. She hoped this would distract him; she was so not in the mood to be scolded by that sexy voice (let's face it all British accents are sexy and if you don’t think so maybe you should read a different story). Mr. Nillion glanced at her boobs and cleared his throat.

“Well now, I can see you were just admiring the markings on the side and would never open the box, I mean that would be incredibly moronic if after several warnings you would let your curiosity get the better of you.”

BEST. STORY. EVER. XD

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Chapter 2: In which Mr. Bloody is finally introduced.

Mr. Wallace Nillion was rocking back and forth on the floor. His eyes would travel to the box, to the door, back to the floor. What to do? What to do? What to do? What do to? What do to? Oh god I’m going insane. It’s her own fault. And it’s not like I didn’t warn her. But wait, if I save her she’ll probably be REALLY grateful. I could be a hero! The dimension she was sucked into isn’t so bad, it wouldn’t be too hard to save her.

With his mind made up, Mr. Nillion felt some of his sanity return. He stood up. He could do this. He was freaking Mr. Nillion! Yeah. He took off his glasses in a decisive matter and marched into his bedroom. He would need the proper clothes and equipment before he rushed in to save the day.

He rifled through the box marked Halloween costumes in the back of his closet. It took some digging, but he found what he needed. His Indiana Jones costume from two years ago. The perfect costume for a hero. He hoped it still fit. It had been a rough two years. You try being the guardian of a box of doom without doing a little binge eating here and there.

Putting on the costume proved to be a bit of a challenge but in the end it fit. Mr. Nillion then went to the back of the closet, searching for something he swore to never use again, but Celia and her melons were worth it.

Spotting the yellow and red spotted thing in the back of the closet made Mr. Nillion’s breath hitch. He hated it, but he also loved it with the white-hot intensity of a thousand burning suns. His hands reached out to it; and felt the soft velvet like plush; he felt a smile come over him. After bringing the object to his chest, he squeezed it. It felt so nice.

How could Mr. Nillion ever be foolish enough to ban Mr. Bloody, his red and yellow stuffed dinosaur, from his company? What had he been thinking? Mr. Bloody was everything good in the world and well, if Mr. Nillion was going to the dimension he would need all the help he could get.

Mr. Nillion then made a sweep of the house making sure everything was locked. It wouldn’t do for strangers to walk in and open the box, dooming themselves to a terrible fate. This whole process took about an hour, but finally Mr. Nillion was ready to go. He took Mr. Bloody in one hand, a whip in the other, and using his shoe, he propped open the box. The flash of light was red this time. He hoped the men in kilts hadn’t gotten to her.

~~~An hour earlier in Box Dimension~~~

Celia landed with a “blop” in a swampy looking place. She assumed it was a swamp, but considering she had just been sucked through a little box her mind was reeling a bit. She was now covered in mud and felt distinctly uncomfortable.

The thoughts running through her head were oh god where am I? Why didn’t I listen to Mr. Nillion? I hope he saves me. With his soft brown hair that looks like Christian Bales’ and his deep blue eyes, and for a thirty year-old a nice body except for the beer belly he seemed to develop. Oh Mr. Nillion.

Then Celia seemed to realize that sitting in a swamp in the middle of nowhere probably wasn’t the smartest idea. She jumped to her feet wondering if this dimension would have alligators or crocodiles whichever was native to swamp land. She looked down, her clothes were completely ruined and while she was inspecting her muddy ensemble a group of men in kilts brandishing claymores appeared out of nowhere and kidnapped her, carrying her to their fortress many a mile away. Celia was too stunned to attempt to put up a fight.

Vote for me if you care to find out what happens. Will Mr. Nillion give up on Celia now? Will Celia be okay? And Mr. Bloody will have a much bigger part in the next chapter, if I make it to the next chapter.

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Chapter 3: Not as much Mr. Bloody as I would've liked.

The men in kilts dragged Celia to their fortress in the mountains. The fortress wasn’t much of a fortress; it was more like a really big messy pile of stones that blended into the background. That was the genius of the place, and why the authorities hadn’t dealt with the men in kilts.

The men weren’t terribly interested in her; they hadn’t meant to grab her really. They had been in the mob mentality and if Celia had been standing but three meters away they wouldn’t have noticed her. But she hadn’t been so to the fortress she went. The men left her in the corner, and then forgot about her. She was so struck with terror; she passed out.

There was a “swoosh” and a “whoosh” and Mr. Nillion and Mr. Bloody landed quite gracefully in the box dimension. They, however, weren’t in the swamp; they had landed in the middle of the Queen’s bedchambers. Unfortunately in this world Mr. Bloody wasn’t just a stuff animal. Oh no, Mr. Bloody was a life sized long neck and aside from being the proper side he was also very much alive and could talk!

“I say it wasn’t very nice of you to leave me in that closet for all those years, where are we?”

“I think Queen Dixy’s Chambers, I’ve been here once or twice on official business, sorry about the closet it was just… you know its hard only being able to talk to you here in this dimension, it’s hard.” Mr. Nillion ran a hand through his hair musing it slightly.

Mr. Bloody sighed. His neck was hurting him, he felt bigger than usual, he was worried about how he would get out of the room with out being killed… he had a lot on his mind.

“Well, I think we should leave before-“

The doors burst open and twenty or so knights came flying in spears nice and sharp aiming at Mr. Bloody and Mr. Nillion. And then Queen Dixy’s shrill voice was heard.

“Who the hell is in my chambers?!”

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Chapter 4

Mr. Nillion dropped his whip, and his bladder. He quickly put up his hands for a show of surrender, and Mr. Bloody just started cursing. The guards lowered their spears a bit seeing how low a threat the odd pair seemed to be. Mr. Nillion hadn’t pissed his pants from fear of the guards, no; his fear was a fear of Queen Dixy.

A long time ago, Mr. Nillion would frequent the Box Dimension and had been the Queens’ paramour. They had been madly in love, until, Mr. Nillion had started becoming friends with Mr. Bloody. Then the fights had started, “why won’t you let me hang out with my friends? Why can’t you give me an orgasm?” You know the usual. Well things had not ended on a good note, Mr. Nillion had taken Mr. Bloody to his world and Queen Dixy had been hurling objects at their retreating forms. What Mr. Nillion hadn’t realized was that in his world Mr. Bloody was limited to the form of a Stuffed animal. Things had been okay for a while but Mr. Nillion missed the conversations they used to have and it started to hurt just looking at him knowing what he was missing and that’s how Mr. Bloody was banished to the closet.

Queen Dixy strode into the room as regally as ever. Her black tresses were piled on top of her head in an elegant knot. Her crown a flash of silver, her blue eyes were flashing and her slight frame shaking with rage, who would dare try to break into her chambers?!

Her eyes first spotted Mr. Bloody and his red and yellow spotted body paled to pink and white.

“You!” she screeched. “How can you be here? What happened you weren’t content with just stealing my lover you had to come back for something else too huh? Well guess what, if you were planning on mocking me I have a new lover a better lover a stronger lover, so you can tell Mr. Nillion to shove it!”

Mr. Nillion figured that at this point he should probably say something, she said she moved on so she couldn’t be to mad at him right?

“Hello dear” Mr. Nillion said very softly.

Her head snapped to where he stood. And she gave him a glare. Not just any glare THE glare.

“What the hell are you going here,” then she nodded towards her guards indicating that they can lower their weapons.

“Well, I didn’t mean to land here, you know the Box has its own whims… but umm, I’ll just leave now if I could have a pair or pants?”

“No, your walking out of here without taking anything of mine this time, but I might have to torture you a bit for old times sake,” she turned back to Mr. Bloody, “as for you, mister when need to have a talk.”

Mr. Bloody who was still pink managed to pale even more at that statement.

The guards left the room feeling a bit down because they weren’t allowed to kill anyone and one brave guard had left his spear there just in case the Queen needed it.

The Queen tied up Mr. Nillion assuring him she would be back later then escorted Mr. Bloody to the quart yard so that they could have their chat.

Mr. Nillion was worried, Celia could be dead by now they had no way of knowing where she was, Mr. Bloody was probably going to die by the Queen’s hand and his pants were very uncomfortable. Stupid Box.

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Celia was slowly getting over her fear. The men hadn’t looked her way in quite some time and the mud was starting to harden which was very uncomfortable. So, slowly she started to move.

The men were drinking and groping what Celia thought were woman, it was hard to tell because they had beards and what should have been breasts looked like just another roll of fat. Celia figured if they were woman then this would work in her favor, if they like that they couldn’t possibly like her. As she stood up one of the “woman” came over to her.

“Well you’re a skinny thing aren’t you?” the “woman” spit something on the ground and gave a grunt. “I’m Mar, they will probably live you alone not really their type, but don’t you fret. In no time at all we’ll fix you up.”

Celia longed to scream her terror but the fear hadn’t completely left her; so she was silent but the look on her face was one of pure terror, why did I ever open that box? Then anger set hold. No, she wouldn’t go down like this. She’d make them pay. She blamed the men in kilts for everything that had happened and she came to a conclusion, they were going down.

She smiled at Mar, “I’m sorry, but what I would really like to work on before my looks, is strength. You see I’m such a weakling that…”

“You don’t have to say anymore, we’ll toughen you up, don’t you worry.” With that she shoved Celia towards a door and yelled “She wants to toughen up, see that she does!”

five or so of the “women” came crashing through the door and dragged Celia away. Oh God, she thought, what have I done now? She also thought 'Disobeying the rules', there. Theme met. Jeez, this sucks. Tie? Really? I blame whoever is writing this. And the voters. You guys would just leave me in a box? Assholes. And what was up with that Hauskaz jerk? Porn? Really? Filth, I say, even if her melons were lovely! But mine are lovelier!

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Chapter 5: shortest yet

Mr. Nillion walked around the chambers nervously. He decided to get rid of his soiled pants, and look around for a suitable replacement. His eyes fell on the pillow. Well, he reasoned a pillow case was better than nothing. He ripped two holes in the case for his slender legs and tied it together very neatly. He really wished he had something to drink.