Chapter 0.5

The Prologue of Before-the-main-story-ness

James, and Mark. Mark and James. Two average geeks. Or nerds. Or whatever.
THEY PLAY THA VIDJA GAMES.
That they do. And so, one day, we find these two unlikely, unknowing, and probably uncaring heroes, sat down, playing on their consoles.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!"

Here we go..sigh

"Shut the hell up, James. The water temple can't be that bad, can it?" Mark was saying, as his hand promptly wrapping around his friends mouth. Cooties, motherfucker.

Prying Mark's hand away from his lips, James frowned. "Dude, you have no idea. Here, have a go. You'll see."

5 minutes later

"THIS IS BULLSHIT! THIS GAME IS FUCKING BULLSHIT."
"Told ya so, buddy." James laughed lightly, then frowned. "Desperate times call for desperate measures, my friend."
"You don't mean.. that, do you?" Mark looked at his best friend, then laughed, as he stood up, and walked to a cabinet set in the wall. "WE SHALL DO IT, FOR CHAOS!

"DO YOU HEAR THE VOICES TOO?!" James got up slowly, walking over to a table, with a pack of candles on top. Grabbing the table, he placed it in the centre of the room, then started juggling 5 candles, rapidly.

"LOUD AND CLEAR." Mark jumped back across the room, landing opposite James. Placing the jar, full of small pebbles in the very centre of the table, he tipped it upside down, then started to spread the pebbles into a pentagram.

James, meanwhile, stopped juggling his candles- Eehheheheh... -And placed them in the corners of the star, as he flicked a lighter out of his pocket, lit the candles one by one, then slid it up his sleeve.
"Fancy fucker." Mark chucked, as he finished the pentagram, then bowed his head, James doing the same.

"Ready?"
"FuckyesIam."

AS the two opened their mouths, a wide grin came onto their faces.
"AbraKadabra, Alakazam, Ding Dong, Katapang, Light Reft, WoshNozzler, Reapertits, SupercalafragilisticExpialadocious, Kling Klang, King Kong, Uno Dos Tres. Bueno!"

And with that...oddity done, they fell over backwards, laughing their asses off.

"Anyway! Drinks, Jamie?" Mark asked, wiping a tear from his eye.

"I'll take a large martini, shaken, not stirred, with a slice of melon." Jamie smirked, looking up from his place on the floor, and then seeing Mark's head looking over him, mouthing what he hat just said.

"A slice of mel-.... Fuck you. Just fuck you." Laughing loudly, he wandered casually over to the kitchen door, and then opened it.

3.
2.
1... IN COMING

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!"

Author's Note

So! My first Fanfic, and CLIFFHANGER.
OHMAI.

So many questions to be answered.
What did Mark see?
What happened during the "Joke Ritual"
Will they every get through the Water Temple?
Does anyone care?!