The Book of the Fat One

Transcript | * Prologue
* Chapter One
* Chapter Two
* Chapter Three
* Chapter Four
* Chapter Five

The dead walk down the path, growling and drooling. A man runs in front trying to avoid them. “How can I escape them?” he says out loud, out of breath. Then it dawns on him. “The bunker!” he says in realization. Then with all the strength he holds inside of him, he sprints to the bridge and up the stairs. He was only able to get up a quarter of the stairs before collapsing. He starts to pant like a dog. He looks down at the bridge, The Zombies have already caught up with him. He screams, the fright gives him the extra energy he needs to get up the rest of the stairs. He runs up the stairs on all fours.
When he gets to the top he falls down to his knees again. He looks down at The Zombies trying but failing to climb the stairs. “Haha! That’s what yah get for testing the bravery of Fatso Nineteen!” Then a smell somehow gets into his nose. “I know that smell...” he says looking around him. “Where are you? I’m gonna eat you!” Then a marshmallow-like creature pops up from behind his shoulder. He gives another screech. “Get in my belly!” The marshmallow slaps him whilst he tries to catch it in his mouth. He manages to catch it in his hands but then it slips out and falls onto the hard staircase. The Zombies, still at the bottom of the stairs, then put their arms up to catch the delicious snack.
“Nooo!” Fatso screams in agony watching The Zombies eat his snack. He let out a few cries, “No. I must keep myself focus on the matter at hand, But I just can’t!” He burst into more tears, “They stole my marshmallow! It should’ve been me... It should’ve been me!” As he screams two guys and a frog walk by heading to an entrance of the bunker. “What’s his problem?” One of them asks. The frog response with “Yeah I don’t really care. Now come on we have to tell Blondy that *I* saved the day and stopped the war!” The tall one responds “Kermit, you didn’t even do anything! You were fighting a stick and gave up halfway through your fight. You literally fell asleep! Then you made me fight the elf and the stick at the same time! I could’ve died Kermit!” The frog, who now that Fatso, thought of it, seemed kind of familiar, cuts him off, “Again, I don’t care!” “You’re such a jerk sometimes!” The tall one replies. They then open the door to the bunker and head in.
After a little while, Fatso gets back up. He hears some commotion in the bunker. He then walks over to the rock and breathes in. “Alright Fatso, you’ve got a lot of pressure on this entrance and you’ve got to make it count.” He says to himself aloud. When out of nowhere The Zombies, who have made it to the top of the stairs, charge him. “Ahh! Well, now or never!” He says right as he’s pressing down on the pressure plate. The ground opens up and Fatso falls onto two computer screen monitors, breaking them. “Who would put their computer screen right in front of the entrance?” He ponders. “That’s just bad placement there.”
“Fatso?” Said a voice in the distance. It’s Jameson. Fatso looks around the room and sees utter chaos. “Oh hi Jameson. It’s me, Fatso!” Jameson asks, “Where were you during the war?” Fatso responds, “Oh I wasn’t at the war I actually have a fear of Zombies that’s why I tried to make you not use The Dark, Dark Evil Way and raise an army from the dead. Cause I have a fear of ‘em. There were Zombies at the war and then I thought 'Hey there’s this bunker! There’s probably no Zombies in it', so I ran in here and...wait a minute why is everyone passed out and why is there a car there?” King Midus, who was about to complete his goal and erase all life on Earth with the exception of dogs, tells Fatso, “The wider they are, the harder they’ll fall.” The King then makes an earthquake happen (his ace in the hole trick) and Fatso throws his arms around but is still standing. “Almost got me there, but do you know how my weight my legs have to hold up? I’ve got very strong legs, cause they have to hold up all this bod! And if you think I can’t withstand an earthquake with legs like these you be dead wrong you slim shady dog! With an eye-patch over his sunglasses.”

King Midus then gets angry. “Don’t question it!” he roars, “Do you even know who I am? Do you really think you can beat me?! I am the Golden Dog God! I am King Midus!” Fatso laughs, “And I…” He rips The True Nineteen Sword of Bravery from his buttocks. After a moment of slight pain, he continues, “Am… Fatso!” He lunges at King Midus with a war scream. King Midus blasts fire upon Fatso. He blocks it with his sword. Midus then fires lightning from the sky at the clone which is also deflected by the sword. Fatso swings his sword at Midus twice, both missing. Midus summons rocks from the ground that just nearly miss Fatso. Fatso gets distracted by the spiked rocks and Midus takes advantage. Midus starts to absorb Fatso, Fatso grunts in pain, “What is this?” He gives one last scream and teleports him and Midus somewhere far, far away.
Fatso awakens on an island. An island filled with trash and rubbish. He looks around, nothing looks alive. He tries to breathe in but coughs. The air is almost poisoned. Well of course it is, Fatso teleported King Midus and himself to a place where no breathing thing could live; Point Nemo. But it seems that King Midus has sent him to another dimension. Fatso couldn’t be sure, but he had that hunch. He couldn’t survive there for much longer so he teleported back to The Nineteen Bunker. When he arrives everyone was gone, nowhere to be seen. “HELLO!?” He roars in an echo. He looks around, the car that was in the bunker is still there. Everything was still there, the people weren’t though.
He then swings open the pantry door, the food was still there too. Fatso grabs it, but when he tried to pick it up, he couldn’t. He struggled and struggled and struggled. It just wouldn’t budge. He lets out a gigantic scream, “Nooooooo! I need my Cheeze-its!” He grabs his sword swipes at the bottom of the box. The box breaks loose and he grabs the Cheeze-Its and steps up The Bunker’s steps. Still tired and out of breath, he manages to get outside. He falls to his feet, “I need to get out of here…” Then he gets a strange feeling. It feels like someones watching him.. He looks up to try and spot the eyes of the watcher. He only saw a silhouette of a tall skinny man. But then, the man was gone. Fatso thought about running after the man but doesn’t and then decides to lay down and sleep.
He wakes up hoping that the past events were just a dream. But they weren’t and he woke up again in the new dimension. He got up and started his morning stretch. All his bones crack and he feels regenerated. “Ahh”, Fatso says in relaxation, “Nothing like sleeping in the cold, dirty outdoors!” Fatso picks up the Cheeze Its but somethings off about them. They’re lighter. “This could only mean one thing… Somebody ate some of my Cheeze-Its!” Fatso says using his detective skills. He thinks to himself, “Could it have been that weird person I saw earlier?” Out of nowhere, a sound could be heard from the bushes. It was the first sound Fatso heard while he was in the new place that was other than himself. “Or maybe it’s whatever is in this bush!” Fatso grabs the bush, which pricks him, and he opens the bush.
There in the bush was a tiny monster, about the size of a Cheeze-It. Fatso picks up the monster. “I know you took it you! Uhh, what are you..?” The monster spits microscopic saliva onto Fatso’s big noes. “Ahh!”, Fatso yells,”Disgusting!” The monster jumps out of Fatso’s hands and runs about a quarter of a mile for him, but four feet for Fatso. Fatso whips the spit off his noes and runs or rather, walks after the monster. Fatso, while walking, reaches out with his hands trying to get the tiny monster. “Don’t make me eat you!” Fatso warns it. It doesn’t listen and keeps running. “I warned you!” Fatso says while he opens his mouth and begins to chomp on air.
Fatso almost caught up to the monster, but then it jumps into The Black Lake. Fatso looks down as bubbles start to fizzle. “Well, he’s dead. What he gets for eating my Cheeze-Its. Anywho, time to go back and finish ‘em!” Fatso says. Then out of the water, the tiny monster begins to grow bigger and larger. ”What the..?” Fatso says turning behind him slowly in a dramatic fashion. The tiny monster has now grown to the size of an apartment. “What in the name of Expandable Water Toy…” Fatso says in disbelieve. The monster spits at fatso again, but this time the spits seven feet tall and wide. “Uh oh..” Fatso says and the spit splashes onto him and his CheezeoIts. “Nooo! You ruined my Cheeze-Its!” Fatso screams in agony.

The monster was in for it now, or at least that’s what Fatso believed. The monster raised it’s arms and prepares to smash Fatso to pieces. Then, the monster stops. Fatso stands there, disgusted and confused. The monster then levitates up and lands on the ground where Fatso stands creating a gust of wind that blasts Fatso into The Dark Forest. Fatso lands in a river that washes some of the spit away. The monster can be heard screaming in the distance. It goes from a low voice to a high-pitched one. Fatso crawls out of the river. He looks down at his hands. The Cheeze-It box is gone! Fatso runs back to where he stood before, but something blocks him. A barrier seems to stop him from getting to where he was. Then he sees the tall, skinny thing again. Just standing there…
Fatso tried to break the invisible force with his huge gut and bod, but was unsuccessful. The tall, skinny man vanishes without a trace. Remarkable. With the gust of wind seemed strong and powerful, and it was, but it didn’t appear to have done any damage to the surroundings. The trees still stood strong. The ash still fell softly from the air. The water still rushed through the lake. The ground wasn’t affected by any footsteps. Everything was the same. Fatso pressed his hand against the invisible force field, trying to find a weakness. There was none to be found.
Fatso turned and walked down the steps into the forest again. He feels his brushes on his arm. The only thing that stayed the same and didn’t seem to change. He tries to remove the nasty saliva that was sprayed upon him as he walks down the steps. “What a day…” Fatso says with a heavy breath. The throws the saliva onto the dimmed, deceased grass and it shallows it slowly, healing it. Fatso walks down the last step into the forest. He sees monsters of all sizes. He really hasn’t seen any before the war. They seem different from the ones from the war. Yes in their appearance, but also in the manner and mood. They’re just different.
All the monsters look Fatso straight into his eyes. “Ahh, hey there, monster peeps!” Fatso says in a semi-greeting way, “The name’s Fatso! And I- am lost… Do any of yous know where we are?” The monsters look in at Fatso with a blank stare again. They then say at the same time, but in different languages,

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Fatso couldn’t understand them. “Ahh.. What?” he says in a confusing manner. The monster still gave him yet another blank stare, but then the expression changed. The monsters began to run. “Where are you going?” Fatso screamed at them, but they were gone. “Why’d they run..?” Fatso sayed trying to put the pieces together. Fatso then released the expression they last showed was fear. He turned around.
Nothing was there. Fatso was confused again. “What were they afraid of?” Fatso turned again and started running after the monsters. He was still able to see some of the smaller monsters not being able to catch up with the others. He jumped up in the air and landed onto the ground trying to cause an earthquake to occur. He indeed caused a small earthquake that knocked some of the monsters over. Fatso got up and ran to the nearest monster. He grabbed it by the body. It fit perfectly in his two huge hands.
“Now here’s what we’re gonna do…” Fatso said as the monster was struggling back and forth. “You’re gonna tell me what you were running from back there-.” The monster lets out a low pitched scream that makes fatso drop it. “Ahhh!” Fatso screams in shock. The monster then fizzles out of existence. “What the..?” Fatso says confused. He tried to dig his hands into the dirt, but it won’t move. The dirt is as hard as a rock. It was also as cold as ice. It lays there motionless. Fatso keeps trying and trying, but it won’t bouge. “Dagh!” he says in frustration, “If I had a penny for all the times someone disappeared whilst I was talking to them, I’d have one penny!”

Fatso's stomach rumbled. “I hadn’t had something to eat in seven minutes!” Fatso said. You see Fatso needs food about every few minutes, he needs to find something to eat and fast! Fatso hadn’t an idea where to look. He could go back to The Nineteen Bunker because of the invisible wall so what could he eat. While pondering he saw the eyes of tiny, rabbit-sized monsters. He walked slowly towards them. “Well, yous got to keep the big man fed!” He lunged at the monsters and was able to get one. He then started to open his mouth, “Cover your eyes kiddos.” Fatso says talking to himself(?) But then, the mysterious shadow appeared behind him...
Fatso turns swiftly around to confront the shadow. “You’re new here, aren’t you?” The shadow asked Fatso in a low, echo-ey voice. Fatso, about to stuff his mouth with the monster he caught, gives a intrigued look. “Here… Let me take that from you…” the shadow said as they grabbed the monster from Fatso's hand. The shadow releases the monster and it lets out a joyous noise like it’s been freed. It runs into the forest. “Are you what they call human..?” they asked, “Or are you something more? Something Darker?” Fatso responds, “I am what they call fat, but technically I am a clone of a warlock who is human.”
“Ahh.. I haven’t laid my eyes on a human in quite some time… About thirty  years in fact. Come, allow me to give you an explanation…” The shadow levites above its feet and starts to float away. Fatso follows them. “This realm is what I call; The Minus Realm...:” The shadow says while floating like a Red Skull, “I arrived the same way everyone else, and presumably you, came here; being absorbed by someone else. Tell me, who absorbed you?” Fatso responds, “A slim shady golden god dog who calls himself, King Midus.” The shadow responds under his breath, “Interesting… So they are multiple… They’re increasing” Fatso tries to make out what the character said, “WHAT!? I CAN’T HEAR YOU!!” “lower your tone…” the shadow says in a peaceful manner.
They start the explanation again, “You want to be careful to never let my brother find you… I do believe you saw him… When you were thrown into the forest… He is the skinny, lengthy one.” “Yeah, I’ve met him. He saved my life.” Fatso says. “NO!” the shadow screams, “He was the one to trap you in here-” Fatso butts in, “How do you know what happened to me?” The shadow answers, “I watched from the shadows… That’s how I hide from him… You don’t want to know what will happen to you if he gets you...”
 A noise can be heard in the distance. “We have been compromised… You can either come with me or stay here and be turned into a puppet for my brother to control…” Fatso answers, “Why would your brother want to turn me into a pup-” The shadow interrupts, “3.. 2.. DECIDE NOW!” Fatso screams, “I’ll go with you-” The shadow doesn’t hesitate and wraps Fatso around in his cape, he barely fits. Then, the two disappear into the trees. A foot of the brother steps down. It is no one other than Arthur-John MartÃ­nez: The Dark, Dark, Dark Evil Lord.
Fatso and the shadow appear out of thin air. Fatso is disoriented from the trip through the cape. The two are in a bunker. There are posters all over the wall. There is a super computer connected to a WII. There is a fake guitar in the corner of the room. Music is played in the background, "The Last Word in Lonesome is Me". "What is this place" Fatso asks. "A shelter for me to hide...", the shadow says. The shadow chuckles, "Hiding right under my brothers nose."
“So… Why shouldn’t I trust you’re brother?” Fatso asks. The shadow says, “He wants control of everything in life. That’s how he earned the name, The Dark, Dark, Dark Lord… But he couldn’t not control everything because he was beaten by the Dark Evil Lord. Because of that beating, he was sent here and he also believes there is too much chaos in the outside world now. He believes it’s better to control things here since the real realm is hopeless. He tries to destroy any chance of threats like the Mind Flayer or me…”

Fatso says, “The Mind Flayer, what’s that?” The shadow replies, “A monster so capable that he forced the monsters he controlled to fight a battle against it, he lost that battle and many of his controlled monsters. I fear he may launch an attack of that size on me. That’s why I hide here. So I don’t get attacked or controlled.” Fatso asks his final question, “Is there a way out of this realm?” “Yes” The shadow replies,”But the chances of getting out are slim. I unknowingly know two monsters who have escaped this world, both are which I’ve teamed with."
With all that Fatso had learned, he went for a real night sleep. He sat laid down on the couch in the bunker. He fell asleep while the shadow seemed to be studying and/or making a plan. Fatso couldn't tell which one or if it was both. He was too tired to make heads or tales of it. Instead, he shut his eyes tight and started to count the sheep in his head. Of course, in his imagination, he started to eat the sheep because he thought that counting them was all too boring, even if he only counted one or two. He was too distracted to sleep, too many sheep to eat, but even eating gets trying. So, after eating dozens of sheep, he soon fell asleep.
 He was back there, where it began. The night of his disappearance. The aftermath of the final battle of the one day war. He was once again at Point Nemo. He looked at his hand. It was disappearing just like Marty McFly. He looked above him, standing there was King Midus. For some reason, he couldn’t recall this moment in his life. It’s like his brain in its final moments spared him from remembering the pain. While King Midus was absorbing Fatso, he looked around and seemingly released something. King Midus had almost absorbed Fatso. “Oh pineapples…” Fatso says in his final moments.
 Then, Fatso was no more. He was in a bright new world. Almost like another version of the Minus Realm. In the distance he saw someone. Fatso walked towards the person. It was Jameson, but he was much older. Fatso knew or at least hoped he had been hallucinating. “Fatso.. It's been awhile” Jameson says. “Wait how are you here?" Fatso asks, "If you’re here does that mean I’ve failed and King Midus won?” “What? No! No. You saved trillions of lives that day, Fatso. You beat him.” Jameson quickly answers, “Everything you did was amazing and had zero consequences. King Midus gave up because of you.” Fatso is surprised, "I did it.." He says, "I did it!"
 Before Jameson could say anything more he vanishes. “Hello? Jameson? Where’d you go?” Fatso frantically screams. King Midus’ voice chimes in, “Fatso Ninteen…” He chuckles, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you won.. You beat me. Well, actually everyone did, Jameson, Alex, Dale. Everyone did. That’s why I’m giving up your energy to the ultimate machine.” Fatso can feel himself vanish from this version of the Minus Realm and entering another. King Midus continues, “I don’t need your power supply, I know when I’ve lost. I will rot away here forever and you will power the ultimate machine, just how all magic creatures are made to do. Goodbye, Fatso....”
 Fatso awakens on an island again. An island filled with trash and rubbish. He looks around. Nothing looks alive. He tries to breathe in but coughs. The air is almost poisoned. Well, of course it is. Fatso teleported King Midus and him to a place where no breathing thing could live, Point Nemo. But it seems that King Midus has sent him to another denomination. Fatso can now be sure, he no longer needed that hunch. He teleports back to the Nineteen Bunker, now that he knows what happened to him he tries to wake himself up. He runs outside the bunker. He tried to think of ways to awaken himself, but then he felt it. The stares from the person again. He looked up and saw the silhouette of a tall skinny man, but then, the man was not. Fatso thought about running after the man and instead of sleeping he actually chased him.
 Fatso caught up to the man, Fatso was oozing with sweat. The man turned around and placed his hands on Fatso. He then lifted Fatso's arm using magic. Fatso remembered the warning the shadow gave him and started to struggle. Fatso broke loose and started to run, but the man didn't chase after Fatso, he simply smiled at him. The man started to laugh uncontrollably. The laugh struck fear in Fatso and was enough to scare him awake. The shadow looked at the now awake Fatso with his hands on his mind. He was watching Fatso's memories to see his history, which explains why Fatso only now remembers what he had encountered when he first got absorbed.

 After now looking into Fatso’s future, the shadow gives a look at Fatso. A look that will now and forever be looked upon Fatso. A look of respect. Fatso gave a confused look, but then accepted the face of the shadow. The shadow then wore a serious face, but still holding onto the look of respect. The shadow says, “Now, we have to get ready. You’ve just alerted him to our location. He has an army and we need to act fast.” Fatso once again is confused and says, “Wait, what! Is that why he was laughing…Menacingly?!” The shadow then grabs Fatso, gets in his face, and tells him exactly what to do next.
The shadow then takes Fatso to a new, erry place. A broken swing set is seen. Along with a park bench that is made of oak. It is surrounded by a forest and is seemingly in the middle of nowhere. An abandoned playground. “What is this place?” Fatso asks. The shadow answers, “A place far away from the dark forest. The last place it was seen… Now go, and deliver me what I have told you to deliver.” The shadow vanishes and Fatso stands there alone. He moves throughout the playground looking for the it. It should be easy, but the darkness of the night makes it difficult. Then the rain comes pouring down.
“Oh, you’ve gots to be kidding me! How could this get even worse!”, Fatso says. Lightning then strikes all around him. Fatso then makes a disappointing face, “I shouldn’t have said anything…” Lightning strikes a couple more times. Fatso looks all around him, and then, he sees it. Lightning strikes behind it, leaving behind it’s shadow. The white outline of the large black figure. The long legs of a daddy long leg spider. A curved head which the creature wears. The face with no eyes, no mouth, and no ears. The creature that could not be controlled or defeated. The Mind Flayer…
The Mind Flayer looks down on Fatso. Fatso’s face grows with fear. “Hello there..”, he says. The monster walks forward towards Fatso trying to decipher if he’s an enemy or an alley. The ground shakes violently with every few steps the Mind Flayer takes. Fatso backs up quickly, trying not to get squished by it. Fatso says, “I ahhh have been instructed to find you… I’m supposed to bring you…somewhere… I don’t actually know or at least, don’t remember where..” Fatso stammers and starts panting as his large legs surcy backwards. Lightning strikes once more and sets the sky a blaze. Fatso begins to panic.
“Uhhhh, you know what? I should actually start leaving soon… So if ya don’t mind me!-” Fatso says, trying to exit the scene as soon as possible. Fatso then turns and starts running uphill. The Mind Flayer starts to increase its speed. Fatso is in first place in a race he’s sure to lose, where he has no idea where he’s running. Fatso starts screaming and trying to reason with the creature, “I ahh clearly have made a mistake. I just want to leave if you could-- uhhh, also leave that would be perfecto! Please??” The creature has now caught up with Fatso.
The creature’s one of many legs pins Fatso to the ground. Its face then grows bigger and bigger as it edges closer and closer towards Fatso’s face. Saliva starts pouring out from somewhere and falls around Fatso. Fatso starts to rumble, “Ummmm, could you maybe not do that?? Please? Also, I’d like my body back.” Fatso starts sweating profusely. He tries and tries to remember the echo of the memory which was the plan told to him by the shadow. Fatso’s brain finally clicks. Fatso concentrates his hardest. He lifts arms and starts to begin a spell. Fatso then creates a large portal below him and The Mind Flayer.