The Chronicles of New Underbed: A fan-fic sequel to Brom's "The Plucker"
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With the death of the Plucker, Thomas soon recovered and began to grow up fast. But despite the ever flighty trends of boys and their playthings, he held on to what little of the remaining toys he had and found a home for them on the high shelf….so few had survived the Foulthing’s onslaught.
Soon as Jack finished the deed and the Plucker lay in ruins, he sent monkey to the surface to rally a search and rescue effort for any surviving toys, while he and Angel started caring for as many toys as they could. Those they found all suffered from more than mundane rust-bitten wounds and psychological torment, such things were just the standard ailments for any of the captive toys. Leaving the morbid imagination of the Plucker and its children un-described is for the best. Several toys made it out with the help of their friends, but many of them didn’t last long, Nutcracker was one of those who never escaped the Underdark, and was buried with only his hat and broken saber affixed atop the dirt as a marker of his resting place. Little Birds dagger and feathers followed suit.
After the incident in the Underdark, not many toys, If any but Jack himself ever ventured into that dreadful place. That ground was defiled, and they all knew it, which was ironically the only reason Jack ever ventured back down there. That, and to pay his respects to the fallen, the tortured, the maimed, the dangling, the butchered, the raped and putrefied remains. Some of the toys could even go as far to say they knew some of the macabre that swung lifelessly from the ceiling, or staring blankly out of a cage had they any eyes to do so.
The toys knew that something had to be done about that place, it had to be cleansed. But what can I say? Two-hundred years of hate unleashed over several violent nights, even if it’s only the aftermath, is no simple task to manage. But manage they must, for fear of something else, that might grow in that festering pile of earth. Jack knew this well, and so he made the Underdark his hunting grounds. As always, Jack did as his heart always pounded at him to do. Be prepared to strike.
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This is fan fiction is based on the illustrated novel "the Plucker" which is copyright of Brom. I have no rights or ownership in regards to the work or characters. I can't make any money off of the work based off "the Plucker'. And finally, what is written on the web, will stay there.
Cheers,
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