The Completely Fantastic Fantasy

[The Amazing Zoltar]

Status: Open
Genre: Fantasy

People chilling at a medieval fair get sucked into a fantasy world where ANYTHING GOES

Wallace was the kind of guy who didn't deal with bullshit even considering that he was chilling at the local fantasy fair thing. He didn't care, whatever it was it was stupid. The only thing he'd found that wasn't completely bad was the jousting he was watching.

[farfad3tcat]

This fantasy fair was probably one of the best fantasy fairs OF ALL TIME. A short, blonde-ish kid, all dressed up for this shit, gawked at the various medieval happenings as he passed by, wooden sword at the ready.

Unlike Wallace, Marcellin was the kind of guy who absolutely loved this kind of bullshit. Maybe it was because his French background often entertained such antics, or maybe it was the fact that he was easily duped into believing things were pretty awesome.

Before he knew it, Marcellin was all up in the jousting area, watching the "knights" as they "jousted" on their "horses".
Being the stupid shit he was, the little blonde accidentally walked right into a tall, "this-is-bullshit" kind of guy.

[The Amazing Zoltar]

"Yo, watch it." Wallace glared down at the dumb shit who had just walked into him. He was one of those guys who was really into the fair scene (dressed up and everything) which provoked one of the greatest eye rolls of all time.

[farfad3tcat]

Marcellin backed up a little, profusely apologizing in the best Old English-esque language he can muster, "I am so very, uh..sorreth, monsieur! I shan't be doing...eth that again!" He grinned up at the man rolling his eyes, his face resonating a giant question mark.
Why the man rolled his eyes was completely beyond him, but what did he care?
This guy just HAD to be another medieval enthusiast.
Had to.

[The Amazing Zoltar]

Trying to ignore the fantasy bullshit kid, Wallace watched the horses. He loved horses, after all he had been raised on a farm. It was a no bull shit kind of farm though (excluding the old bull, Revelation's, shit).

[farfad3tcat]

Despite being blatantly ignored by Wallace, Marcellin felt the need to bother this guy some more. It didn't seem like he had enough ~fantasy~ in his life.
"So monsieur, do you enjoyeth equines?" He asked, leaning against the pole before him, "If you enjoyeth horses you must like unicorns too!"
Using fancy words didn't make him sound any smarter.

[The Amazing Zoltar]

"Unicorns don't exist." Wallace watched the joust carefully trying harder to appear as disinterested as possible to get the dumb fuck to go away.

[farfad3tcat]

Wallace's efforts to be left alone where in vain, this little dumbfuck wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
"But monsieur! Unicorns are what horses become when they die, right? They grow colourful manes and horns and spread joy like the plague!" He giggled to himself, "Besides, didn't you see the cool unicorn in that other stall? It's a real unicorn!"
Luckily for Wallace, Marcellin was having a very hard time with the Old English. He dropped it like it's hot.

[The Amazing Zoltar]

"That isn't a unicorn..." The man who took no bullshit wouldn't take this bullshit, " How old are you." He scowled is disapproval.

[farfad3tcat]

"Sure it's a unicorn!" If it wasn't a unicorn, then what could it possibly be? Definitely not a dead horse, because that'd be depressing and unrealistic. "Oh! I'm 16 years old, monsieur! Almost 17 actually!"
Which may or may not be hard to believe.

[The Amazing Zoltar]

"16 is old enough to stop believing in this shit man." Wallace watched the knight hit to the ground, all the other spectators cheered except him.

[farfad3tcat]

The blonde took a moment to cheer for the winning knight, being very loud and obnoxious about it.
"But monsieur! It's all real, I'm telling you!" If he was going to convince this guy how real this shit was, he'd have to get some real solid evidence to back him up.
"How about we go to some of the booths and I'll show you!"

[The Amazing Zoltar]

The tall guy already had look over all the bullshit, "I'm just gonna stay and watch the joust." he said all the while knowing there wasn't another joust for an hour.

[farfad3tcat]

"But there is no more jousting! They hold it every hour, silly!" And he knew this as a fact, having been coming to this fair since he was a wee lad. He knew his stuff.
Tugging on Wallace's shirt, Marcellin gave him a biiiiig smile.
"Come on, let's go! Let's go see the dragons!"

[The Amazing Zoltar]

"Dargons do exist either." Wallace mumbled and that was a prefect time for Stephan the wizard to show up riding on his gorgeous black dragon Snuffles. He flew over the joasting area and and laughed with his dragon's roar. He was certain he was a bamf.

[farfad3tcat]

Marcellin gave Wallace a laaaarge grin, exclaiming, "Yep they sure do exist! See, you even admitted it yourself monsieur!"
Giving a tug on the non-believer's shirt, the blonde jumped up in down with EXCITEMENT.
"Let's go let's go let's go!"

[The Amazing Zoltar]

"I meant don't." Wallace pushed the blonde away from him trying to not appear too mean. He stared eyes wide at the dragon flying towards them. It was bullshit.

[farfad3tcat]

"Monsieur, you better watch out, that dragon - it's slowly coming this way!" Marcellin pulled down on the man, seeing as he probably wouldn't bother ducking himself. During all of this, he couldn't help but stare in awe at the majestic dragon as it and the qizard atop of it flew in their direction.

[The Amazing Zoltar]

Snuffles flew right over the two while they argued. He reached out for the blonde asuming it was a princess. Wallace quickly ducked down because he wouldn't have bullshit like being kidnapped by a dragon that could not exist.

[farfad3tcat]

Moments later, Marcellin felt himself being swooped off and carried away by the mighty beast. Although he was somewhat scared, the little blondie couldn't help swooning somewhat.
"Monsieur! Monsieuuuur! The dragon is real, it's taking me away somewhere, come with us!" He shouted back at Wallace.

This was his dream.
And he was living it.

[The Amazing Zoltar]

"Shit! Bull shit!" Wallace looked over at the little blonde getting carried away by the bull shit dragon. He turned and jumped at them hoping he could grab onto the blonde's leg or something.

[farfad3tcat]

A hand grabbed at his leg, pulling his pants down slightly. He wasn't a big fan of that business.
"No, no, no, don't pull my pants down monsieur! I need those!!" With that said, he wiggled his leg, which only made his pants slide down even more.
At least he was wearing a pair of lovely medieval-themed boxers.

[The Amazing Zoltar]

Thinking as quick as could Wallace used his other hand to grab onto the blonde's other leg. He held onto it the best he could. At that same time Snuffles let out a dragon sneese and set everything beneath them on fire.

Stephan continued to laugh.

[farfad3tcat]

At this point it was safe to assume that Marcellin's pants would be coming off soon, in the least sexual way possible. But he didn't care; hell, he didn't care if everyone in the fair was staring at this impossible feat because right now, he was on top of the fucking world.
"Monsieur, watch out for the flames there!"

[The Amazing Zoltar]

Wallace shut his eyes because of the flames, not because he could see the blonde's underpants. It was hot and smoky beneath him. In fear he tightened his grip on the blonde's leg. The dragon kept flying and if he would have had his eyes open he would have seen that the world was different... it was now fantastical.

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