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Authors: Michael La Ronn
Festival of Shadows (65 page)
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The room exploded with light, and Fogerty roared with pain. Fogerty smacked a capstan and he turned white.
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The ground lit up under Fogerty, and then it exploded, sending slime everywhere. But the blob gathered again and rose over Theo. Fogerty raised his hand, ready to smash Theo. “Time to die, plush-bucket!”
Theo jumped out of the way, and Fogerty smashed the iron door open. Theo didn’t hesitate, running through the door as Fogerty called after him.
“You may escape me, but I can’t wait to see Stratus destroy you!”
Theo ran up a spiral staircase. “I’m coming, Grant.”
He had already wasted so much time that he had no choice but to run.
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Theo pointed the scepter at Fogerty, and a nearby stream rose and slammed into Fogerty, but it bounced off. Fogerty raised his hand, ready to smash Theo. “Time to die, plush-bucket!”
Theo jumped out of the way, and Fogerty smashed the iron door open. Theo didn’t hesitate, running through the door as Fogerty called after him.
“You may escape me, but I can’t wait to see Stratus destroy you!”
Theo ran up a spiral staircase. “I’m coming, Grant.”
He had already wasted so much time that he had no choice but to run.
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Dark energy flowed from the scepter and into Fogerty, darkening him. The room grew dark, and the blob roared with pain.
“Make it stop!”
“Leave me alone,” Theo said, shaking more dark energy out of the scepter.
“The pain I feel is just a fraction of the pain Stratus will make you feel,” Fogerty said. He shrank down to his original size, splashed into a nearby stream, flowed into a tunnel, and disappeared.
The room brightened, and Theo knew the fight was over. He ran to the door, cut through the capstan that blocked his way, and dashed upstairs.
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Theo pointed the scepter at Fogerty, and a nearby stream rose and slammed into Fogerty, but it bounced off. Fogerty raised his hand, ready to smash Theo. “Time to die, plush-bucket!”
Theo jumped out of the way, and Fogerty smashed the iron door open. Theo didn’t hesitate, running through the door as Fogerty called after him.
“You may escape me, but I can’t wait to see Stratus destroy you!”
Theo ran up a spiral staircase. “I’m coming, Grant.”
He had already wasted so much time that he had no choice but to run.
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Lightning struck Fogerty, but it didn’t hurt him. Fogerty raised his hand, ready to smash Theo. “Time to die, plush-bucket!”
Theo jumped out of the way, and Fogerty smashed the iron door open. Theo didn’t hesitate, running through the door as Fogerty called after him.
“You may escape me, but I can’t wait to see Stratus destroy you!”
Theo ran up a spiral staircase. “I’m coming, Grant.”
He had already wasted so much time that he had no choice but to run.
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CHAPTER 13
An Unexpected Foe
Inside the castle, Theo opened a wooden door and climbed a spiral staircase; it led into a long, torch-lit hallway with purple carpet. There were no windows, so the air was stuffy. There was no one around.
He turned the Whatsamadoozle into a sword and crept down the hallway toward an iron door. He heard distant screams that wrenched his gut. They were children.
The door was ajar; Theo peeked inside. Dozens of children, all tied to the wall with their eyes closed, screamed constantly, as if nightmares were playing on their eyelids.
So this is what Stratus does to them.
The children’s screams were deafening. Using the sword, he cut them from the wall. They began to snore as they hit the ground.
I wonder what they were seeing.
But he didn’t pursue the thought, understanding that he’d be better off if he never knew. Another iron door at the end of the room opened. Theo readied his sword and ran through it, into the throne room. Grant lay sleeping on the floor.
“Grant!”
He rushed to Grant’s side. “I’m going to get you out of here, buddy.”
He pushed Grant’s shoulders, but nothing happened. The boy wouldn’t wake up.
He must still be under a spell.
Theo heard a noise and turned just in time to see a torch flying at him. He held up his shield and the torch bounced off.
“I cannot believe you made it this far,” said a familiar voice. “Very impressive.”
Theo squinted into the shadows. “That voice . . .”
Topperson, Grant’s top, spun out of the shadows. “Hello, Theo.”
Grant’s body shimmered with white light, and he disappeared.
“Topperson!”
“You didn’t listen to me when I told you that this place was dangerous. Now you can see why I gave you that advice.”
“But I don’t understand—”
“You are foolish, that’s why. An entire charade played before your eyes, and you still don’t understand.”
Theo fell silent and listened.
“Stratus planted me in your house so that I could procure Grant when the time was right.”
“But why did you give in to the dark side?”
“I betrayed Stratus once, and I learned my lesson. He showed me my foolishness. Here, in the Stratusphere, we toys live forever. We want for nothing. And the only person we must ever please is Stratus, who will never grow old or abandon us. It’s a grand way of life when you ignore the many evils of this place, Theo.”
He betrayed Stratus?
“I orchestrated your little adventure in the basement,” Topperson said. “When Shawn was here many years ago, Stratus planted subconscious instructions for him: during Grant’s ninth year, Shawn was to throw you into the basement on the shortest night of the year. That way, there would be no chance of rescue.”
“And when I was down there, you summoned Stratus.”
“Indeed. Not even His Grace planned for you to make it here before sunrise. Optimistic toys like you are such an impediment.” Topperson spun around the room as he talked. “Don’t misunderstand me, Theo. I’m not evil. All I’ve ever wanted for Grant was the best. I want him to grow up, forget all about us, and live a successful, toyless life.”
“So why did you do it?”
“Look at me. I’m old. I deserve to spend my final days in a place where I am valued. You do, too.”
“So you would betray your owner to do it? Grant loves you.”
“Until the day he doesn’t. One day, he would have woken up and abandoned us. All children do. You and I would have been hauled off to the junkyard—or worse, a daycare. When will you learn that Stratus can offer us a life in this world that no child can? Give up your petty factory settings and listen to me, Theo. You’re fighting for a hopeless cause. Shawn has already moved on and forgotten us—Stratus’s efforts with him were successful.” Fire lit behind his gears, giving him a sinister glow.
“Wait,” Theo said. “You didn’t come to the house until after Shawn was kidnapped . . . You couldn’t have known about him, unless—” His eyes widened. “You’re not Topperson.”
The top laughed. “Finally, you are beginning to understand this strange world around you. No, I am not Topperson. My name is Mazeltop.”
“No,” Theo said, taken aback. “You were good. Jiskyl said so many nice things about you. He risked his life so that we could have a festival in your honor. A hundred toys just gathered and celebrated in your name!”
“And I am touched,” Mazeltop said. “But they should have been praising His Grace.”
“There is still time to undo what you’ve done,” Theo said. “Surrender Grant to me.”
Mazeltop spun faster. “I can’t do that.”
“Then it pains me to end it this way,” Theo said, unsheathing his sword.
Mazeltop struck the wall. A torch fell down on the carpet and flames bloomed in a circle around them, preventing either of them from escaping.
Mazeltop dashed toward Theo; Theo slashed, and Mazeltop recoiled.
Theo slashed again, but Mazeltop spun away quickly, digging into the floor. Sparks shot at Theo, shocking the Whatsamadoozle out of his hand.
Mazeltop dashed at him again but Theo hid behind his shield, knocking Mazeltop back. Theo swiped the Whatsamadoozle off the ground and turned it into a pogo stick. He hopped into the air, turned the Whatsamadoozle into a hundred-pound weight, and landed on Mazeltop, sending plastic parts everywhere.
Mazeltop tried to keep spinning, but he couldn’t. Theo turned the Whatsamadoozle into a fire extinguisher, put out the flames, and stood over the fallen top.
“Finish me,” Mazeltop said, gasping. “I am broken beyond repair now.”
Theo nodded and turned the Whatsamadoozle into a sword. He raised it to stab, but shadows engulfed the room and something struck him in the back, knocking him out.
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CHAPTER 14
Shatter the Darkness
Theo lay unconscious on the ground. The room filled with shadows and fog, and Stratus appeared, grinning. He floated over Theo and streamed dark energy into his head. Theo tossed and turned in the grip of night terrors.
Mazeltop cheered Stratus on. “Finish him, My Lord!”
Stratus filled the room with his booming laughter. He reached for Theo’s neck, but a blue blast struck his hands.
“Leave him alone.”
Stratus whipped around and shook with rage when he saw Lucinda, Heinrich, Bethany, Gasket, and Jiskyl standing in the throne room.
Jiskyl stepped forward. “Mazeltop . . .”
Mazeltop sparked. “Old friend, you mustn’t blame me for my actions. Everything I did, I did for all toykind.”
“I risked my life to honor your memory. You betrayed me. You betrayed everyone. You got what you deserve.”
Mazeltop glanced up at Stratus. “Your Grace, please honor me for my sacrifice.”
Stratus dissipated and then gathered behind Mazeltop, dark energy surging into his hands.
“Yes, Your Grace! Embrace me with your power. Make me live forever . . . What are you—no, Your Grace! Please! Aaaah . . .”
Stratus covered Mazeltop with shadows. There was a crushing sound, then Stratus tossed Mazeltop’s crumpled remains at Lucinda’s feet, and the top was no more.
Shadows spiraled under Stratus as he floated toward the toys. He pointed at them in a command to bow.
“We’ve lived in fear of you for too long,” Lucinda said. “No more.”
Stratus gave them an evil glare. He demanded them to bow again, but they readied themselves. His hands turned into shadowy scythes and his eyes flashed red.
On the floor, Theo twitched and cried out.
“Wake up, Theo,” Lucinda whispered, worried. “Please. I don’t know how long we’ll be able to hold him off.”
