Chapter Nine
Gonzo, Kermit, Scooter, and Sweetums went down to the theatre. They weren't sure what they were going to find, but it sure wasn't going to be pretty. Kermit unlocked the front door, and glanced around the theatre. He then flipped on the lighting, illumating everythere and everyone.
"Uncle Deadly? Are you here??" Gonzo yelled out, before Kermit could tell him to be quiet. "Sorry, Kermit. I don't think he's here."
"He has to be Gonzo...he just has to be. Because if he isn't here...then that means...." Kermit stopped for a moment, and he walked further into the theatre, looking around. Nothing seemed to be out of place, a few lights had fallen though, unto the stage. One of them broke through to underneath. But that hole...it was too big for just a stage light. Kermit went running towards the stage, and he clambered onto it, just in time to see something, he thought he'd never see in his froggy life.
A black-robed figure rose from the hole, in front of Kermit. It turned it's head towards him, a chill rose in the air around him. He knew who it was. And it wasn't pleased with his presence.
"BEGONE FROG. HE TOLD YOU TO LEAVE, AND SO YOU SHALL. HE MUST FIGHT HIS DEMONS ALONE."
"D-Demons? You mean Uncle Deadly!?"
"PRECISELY. NOW, LEAVE THIS THEATRE."
"I can't...I won't! My nephew Robin is somewhere in here, and I plan to find him and take him home with me!!"
Death looked at Kermit, with unseeing eyes, the cold, maliciousness of his being percied Kermit to his soul. He staggered back, and glared at Death.
"I told you...I will not leave, until I find my nephew Robin!"
"SO BE IT. HE IS WHEREVER DEADLY IS. I CANNOT SHOW YOU THE WAY, YOU MUST FIND IT YOURSELF." And with that, Death disapeared in a ball of black flames. Kermit sat on the stage, bewildered at it. Only one thought rang in his head now.
'I must find Robin.'
The others ran to the stage, and then the four started looking in every room they knew to look. They finally stopped in front of Uncle Deadly's room. Sweetums stayed on the stage, incase Robin popped up around the seats.
"This is the last place, Chief."
"I was really afraid of that, Scooter."
"He should be fine, Kermit. He's a tough little frog. And he's very smart too."
"Yeah...I know."
They opened Uncle Deadly's door, and they found a horrendous sight.
Robin was curled up, against Uncle Deadly's chest, it looked like Deadly had tried to protect the little frog, but...to no avail. The shadow was cackling, gripping a small box in it's formless hands, it had torn apart everything in Deadly's room. The chair was in tatters, the desk in chunks. And ink was splattered everywhere.
Kermit rushed to Robin and Uncle Deadly, he placed his hand against Robin's neck, he felt nothing. No heartbeat in his small froggy chest...no breath escaped his lungs. He was dead, but was still warm. He pulled away, hunched over in front of the two. And he looked at how they were positioned. Deadly's hand was in front of Robin, a dark burn mark on it, it looked almost charred it was so black.
"....Robin...." He choked out, trying to hold back tears, but after a moment, he just collapsed, wailing.
Gonzo stayed still, and so did Scooter. They weren't sure what to do now. The shadow, however, floated over to Kermit, and looked at him. It laughed.
"I see, froggy...you miss him, huh? Do you mourn for Deadly too?? Hmmmm...interesting....apperently you do." It cocked it's head, kneeling down next to Kermit, it decided to torture him some more.
*singsongy* "No more Frog Scouts, no more school, no more phantom of the show, no more dreadful recitations of Othello, or Hamlet to be bothered with. Isn't that what you would have liked, Kermie....old pal? No bratty 5 year old...and no more Ghastly phantom to have to deal with!!!" It turned over onto it's back in shrill cackling laughter.
All Kermit had the strength to do, was glare at the shadow. If it had killed Uncle Deadly, and Robin in one blow...how could he deal with it?