User:Tidalwave11/Shock

PROLOGUE
November 28th, 2009

"RUN!"

Brunkbrunk-brunk brunk brunk brunk-brunk brunk...

"It's catching up!"

Brunk brunk brunk brunkbrunkbrunk brunk-brunk...

"What about David?!"

"It's too late! Those things got him!"

Brunkbrunk brunk brunk brunk-brunk brunk...

"AUUUUUGH!"

Brunk... brunkbrunk...

"N-no... NO!!"

-- Note: I do not own Ema or Barthmolew. Fiona... well... it really depends...

Somewhere in the Bureau of Fiction...

No, I don't mean the Bureau of Fiction in the Club Penguin Universe, or any Bureau of Fiction in any other universe, I mean the Bureau of Fiction, located in the center of the universe. The most important bureau of all.

Nearly every room in the Bureau was filled with employees working. The noise from various conversations was nearly deafening, and there was barely enough room to wade through the crowds.

In one partictular room, there were three human scientists.

One of the scientists was female. Her hair was brunette and tied into a scruffy ponytail. A pair of red-tinted glasses was balanced on the top of her. She was wearing a green shirt, grey trouser and black high-heels.

The only male scientist was wearing an-all out white doctor's garments, along with wearing a noticeable white scarf that covered up his neck and the lower part of his face. He had no evident hair.

The third (female) scientist appeared to look more organized than the other two, her chestnut red hair tied into a bun. She was wearing a purple turtleneck sweater and a a beige-striped skirt, along with green high-heels.

All three were typing away on computers. Endless letters filled their screens as the sounds of fingers tapping a keyboard filled the room.

"Just three more paragraphs and I'll be done with this report." Exclaimed the male scientist, sounding proud. "How are you doing, Ema?"

"I'm doing fine, Barthmolew." Responded the brunette-haired lady. "What about you, Fiona?"

"I'm doing absoleutly wonderful." Said the ginger-haird woman, with a slight hint of agitation in her voice. "I just need to do one more paragraph on-"

"GUYS!" A voice interrupted. A yellow shyguy came rushing into the room.

"Hey, is something important going on, Al?" Asked Ema, while, for some reason, bringing her glasses down to her eyes.

"You're needed in sector Eight!" The shyguy yelled.

"Sector Eight?!" Questioned Barthmolew. "Must be really important..."

"It is! Follow me!"

The shyguy rushed out of the room. the three scientists got out of their chairs and followed him.

To Be Continued...

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