User blog:Katrina Cahill/The Real Bonnie/3



So, yeah, two months after the 2nd chapter, but I've been really busy with school and my projects at the Percy Jackson Fanfiction Wiki with our family moving to a new home due to family conflicts. ~ I'm a Lemongrabber and I know it 14:02, August 26, 2012 (UTC)

The Real Bonnie/4 --->



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Chapter 3: The Hall of Ooo's Majestic History
"Behold!" Dr. Donut gestures to a hall full of moving pictures. "The Hall of Ooo's Majestic History!" Bonnibel gawked at the place. I mean, sure, it wreaked like hell at this place, the walls covered with junk and other trash Bonnibel didn't like, but the walls flickered, pictures moving to signifying a piece of Ooo's history. She held out her hand and touched the walls, it shimmered like she was touching the rainbow. The images blurred at Bonnibel's touch and became clear as soon as her fingers went out of reach.

'I know it isn't much, I'm afraid," Dr. Donut sighed, "It's only been 6 years, it's not enough to make this place even more grande, but magic is enough to sparkle this hall up!" She clasped her hands together, smiled, and ushered her to a section of the place. "This, is the life of the supreme before the Mushroom War, child. They say the world itself was once without a crater, so peaceful but. . . ." She trailed off and gulped. "Unfortunately, a terrorist group had declared war. The States tried to fight. . .but sadly," Her smile faded, "Many believed what these Islamic terrorists thought that God wanted the world annihilated was right enough so many turned against States. It was a religious war. Americans tried to fight, very few of their allies could help, but with millions fighting against trillions, you can tell it was a losing war.

"America and her allies grew desperate, they wanted to try to make the atomic bomb, but they couldn't, they didn't want more deaths. But the Islamic wanted more. . ." Bonnibel stared at the glyphs of children running from homes as bombs fell, she can see herself. Short, pixie-like brown hair, terrified lavender eyes and burning clothes and blistering flesh. "They made thousands of the bombs. Most of which was designated for America, our now giant crater. . .of which we found. . . ."