User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Jabberwock Flmebiplane

Prompt:  You were sitting in your home relaxing. It was just another normal day when an oval appears in the room and your adopted son appears in the oval. You notice that he's wearing a pair of goggles on his head, has on engineering clothing, and is completely freaked out.

"Dad!?" He cries. "Dad, you gotta help me, there's this Jabberwock after me and I need the Juggerknight to defeat-ulp!" he covers his mouth, and that's when you notice what looks to be a colossal motionless knight in the background.

He sees you looking at it and shouts, "Yes Dad, yes, I've been trying to assemble an army to take over the world, but everyone just looked at me like I was foolish!"

"Yes, I've been to Wonderland alone, and that Jabberwock's after me because I ate all of her cookies, no not the ones that have an effect on you!" he shouts with a face turning from desperation to anger.

"She's wrecking all of my robots, and if I was in my Juggerknight, I could easily defeat her, but your da.. er dumb daughter stole the codes from me, and I need them to activate it!"

He then whips around as the large door in the background is presumably being smashed against. He then turns back to you and pleads, "Please get those codes for me Dad, I can't be humiliated like this, losing my virginity to a monster from the baby land of Wonderland, I'm so sorry for lying to you for all these years, I'm so sorry for calling you, Mommy, and my sister mean names, I'm sorry for tossing an onion bomb at that Gazer, I'm sorry for airdropping Weresheep on that end-of-the-school-year party, I'm sorry for the fire that destroyed all of the crops, I love you Dad, I'll change for the better I swear, but I need those codes, give them to me and I WILL change my ways!" Answer:

I take a few moments to process everything, then go to my daughter. I ask very calmly if there's anything she needs to tell me. She shifts around on the spot, before nodding.

"I think my brother's some kind of evil techno genius..." It all comes out very fast, and she closes her eyes, clearly not expecting me to believe her. When I mention I already found that out, I ask if she happened to take anything off of him. She nods, going over to her dresser and rummaging through her underwear drawer. At least that explains why the little bugger didn't find it.

She hands me a small piece of paper with 'IMPORTANT! DO NOT TOUCH!' written on one side. On the other is a phrase 'Open for your glorious master, that we may take control and be lords our own.' I shake my head at the phrase, I knew he liked to make things dramatic, but still. Underneath the phrase is a series of numbers and letters. I thank my daughter and go back to the portal.

My son's still sitting there, looking between the portal and the now much more damaged door. I can see a purple scaled fist trying to claw it down. When my son sees me return his fac lights up.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Did you get it? Please dad, you've gotta help me!" I look him dead in the eyes and ask if he will stop building these robots if I tell him. His eyes go wide and I can see he's about to refuse. Then there's another crack as more of the door gives, and he growls something under his breath.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Okay, okay, just give me the code!" I smile, telling him the entire code. I've seen dragon's fight. This isn't going to take long. I hear a hiss of steam and the sound of gears turning, before the door goes flying off of it's hinges. The jabberwock steps in, surveying the room, before a concussive boom draws her attention.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I see a cannon ball go hurtling towards her, which is aptly dodged.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"You're little machines couldn't hold me back, dear. How long do you think you're big one will hold me back." There's a sound like rolling chains and a flail goes flying towards her. She grabs the large steel ball, sliding back a few steps with the force of the capture.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"You will never defeat my Juggerknight!" My son’s voice comes through. Another cannon ball goes flying into the jabberwock, who takes flight, the steel flail head still in hand. I hear more rattling chains as she's pulled in towards my son’s machine, which still remains out of view.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I hear metal tear and the hiss of steam lessens, and see chunks of metal landing all around the room. I hear my son start crying out before a large chunk of metal crushes whatever he was using to project the image.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">A hand sits on my shoulder and my confused wife puts her hand on my shoulder.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Honey, what the hell was that that?" I just smile and tell her our son got a wife. "Oh good. I was starting to think no one would ever take an interest in that boy." I decide not to go into details about just how he got one.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">He arrives back home a week later with the jabberwock smiling on his arm. He's still looking rather sullen by the whole situation, but I smile and give him a pat on the back, asking if he learned anything.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Yeah, you could say that..." He grumbles, and the jabberwock runs a hand through his hair playfully.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Oh, come on, you were enjoying it by the end." He gives her a glare before softening slightly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"I guess... But only because you wouldn't stop panting all over me!" My wife walks out, and immediately embraces our new daughter-in-law. I take our son inside and sit him down in his bedroom. I ask if he's going to live up to his promises, even if it didn't make a difference.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Yes dad..." He groans, laying down across the couch. I mention that if he doesn't, I might just have to talk to his new wife about it...

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">He bolts upright and looks at me with pleading eyes. "No, no, I'll be good, I promise! Just don't tell her about it. She'll get sa... I mean she might kill me!" My smile turns into a grin at the slip, and I clap him on the shoulder, congratulating him again for finally getting a wife.