Tales From October Volume II

"Nooooo!!!"

And again he flew
But into the breach
Not willing no
To but surrender
And let the children die
Because he faced a thing
Too much for him

But before he could
But reach the beast
It heard his flight
And turned it back
To face him down

And down he went
For the beast it did
But scream at him
And woe to Tykyn
Caught but helplessly
In the wake of it
For it felt as like
The pain of all things bad
He ever did feel
But doubled atop of each

"Nooooo, please stop!"

But there was no stopping the beast, it wasn't going to stop until he was down for good.

Tales From October Volume II

But such was the strength
Of that damn beast
That Tykyn was easily
Thrown him back
As if he were
As if he was
But a normal weak man
And not a strordinaire
Of great goodly strength

And crashed into the wall
He crashed him hard
And lay him there
For a moment stunned
And worried yes indeed

"Ohhh."

Thus dispatched
Of any threat to him
The beast it turned him back
To the children
But tied and helpless so

Tales From October Volume II

And the beastly thing
Of tooth and claw
But roared in anger
And leapt but leapt it quickly
Towards the boys
With a beast's intent
To slay it's prey

"Nooooo!" And with a cry borne of terror and need, Tykyn broke free and flew at the beast, desperate to keep it from the boys, of which only one was awake. The one to have caused the trouble in the first place.

But no cause was that
To let him suffer
For this was all
A problem first
Because of Friday
Yes Friday the bad

Tales From October Volume II

Aye worser bad indeed
As the air it shimmered
A bright bright blue
And an eerie sound was heard
Like something something awful
Was coming yes coming

"My god, what is that?"

Not that the boy
Would or could
But answer him
For still he was lost
In a crazy crazy way

"For the love of God son, calm yourself down, something is coming this way and you are bringing it."

But there was no stopping
The coming unknown
As the space between
This we know as Earth
And one a place elsewhere
But tore wide open
And let allow
Some awful thing
To arrive it there

Tales From October Volume II

But a flipside there was
To the rising wave of heat
Which to the bonds
Of Tykyn Tykyn beat
Didst begin to work
On eating through them

So a smile flickered
At the corner of his mouth
Aye the strodinaire
Yes he would rise
And rise him soon

"C'mon heat, do your thing so I can gain my freedom and make Friday pay."

Only not so easy
No not like a snapping
A snapping fingers
And wham kablam
Yes here I am
To save the day
There ain't no way
You'll get away with this

Though had he but looked
Rather than wait
For the good of his freedom
He'd have seen
The very beginnings
Of something worser bad

Tales From October Volume II

Sadly but sadly
Tykyn knew as not
But what to say
To calm the boy
So some reluctantly
He said him not a thing
And waited for his calm
To soon come along

Thus he screamed
And screamed again
Lost in a panic
That soon began
To cause around him
Bad bad things

Like the rising of a heat
That hit like a wave
And but knocked over
Poor helpess Tykyn himself
As if naught he was
Of any consequence

"No! Stop son, please, calm down, this won't do any good."

But he was lost beyond any hope of reasoning by such feeble means that Tykyn could muster. He needed the help of something, no, someone more. His brother Tommy, lost to consciousness and the key to saving them all.

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"Tommy?" The boy mumbled the name and shook his head as if he was trying to wake himself when he was too tired but had to get up for school. "Tommy, get up, we're going to be late for school if we don't hurry up." He was quiet as the realization struck him that he and his brother were not at home and were in fact with stangers they had never met before in their life.

A scream it followed
Yes there immediately there
With non a care
Of who he'd wake
Or even how
They would react
But could you really blame
A scream of terror
From a poor lost boy
Plucked from all he knew
To a distant far place
And the danger of a film
Made all too terribly real

It was up to the children he thought, to save him so he in turn could rescue them. And that did not bode well in his mind.

"Damn you Friday, what happened to turn you from my helpful robot to a terrible menace?"

And as he furiously thought
About what he would do
To damn Friday damn
When he had his chance
Which he knew he'd get
He saw a stirring
In the children
But closely far

Tales From October Volume II

Pain yes pain he thought
This such kind
I am not but used to
And do not like
That this is from
My own former helper
A robot gone bad

And he took a breath
Aye deep and long
And strained as strained he could
Hoping against hope
That some somehow
That he could burst
His holding bonds

But nay no not
He not was strong enough
Not even close
And merely felt himself
Oh tired to the core
And wouldn't try him more
For he but knew
That never not ever
Could he but break him free
From these accursed chains