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This page will tell you the story of how Chloe, Imogen and I became Chocolatarians and it may have a few stories of what we have been through since then. If you want to read more storys then there are posted on this page, seek out Freaky God Mother (Chloe) and she may let you have a peek inside our most beloved family member, the most spectacular book that you will ever see, Bookling.

﻿This Is The Story Of How We Became Chocolatarians!!!

Once apon a time, not very long ago, in fact it was only at the start of this year, 3 young women (yes i said young) were sitting at home, looking out the window, trying to enject themselves with anestetic or simply rambling about pegacorns, (I bet you couldnt guess who was doing what!) when they heard a knock on the door. "I wonder who that could be" Freaky God Mother (Chloe) yelled at the top of her lungs. "Oh shut up Chloe" Mad (Maggie/Me) mumbled as she stood up to open the door for the new arrival. "Hello, how may I help you?" she said in her extremly polite voice whilst staring at the man standing in her door way. "Yes. Yes you can." The man replyed. "I am Benjiman Dover, master of weapons in the Chocolatarian industrys. I was intriged by your talents last night..." "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!! YOUR NAME IS BEN DOVER!!!!! GET IT BEND OVER!!!! HA HA HA HA!!!" "OH SHUT UP CHLOE! i am truly sorry for my sisters behaviour, please continue." "As i was saying," Ben said looking rather annoyed. "I was rather impressed by you and your sisters skills last night." Ahhhhh last night... Mad thought back to the horrific scene of the night before....

__//FLASHBACK //__ //"That had to be the WORST party in the history of EVER!" Idiot (Imogen) yelled into the nights air. // //"I couldn't agree more dear sister" I replyed. "Chloe where are we going?" // //"Home. Where else?" Chloe seemed confused by my statement. // //"Uhhh... Im pretty sure our house is in the other direction..." I was starting to feel uneasy... though that could just be because Chloe was driving. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"No!" Chloe sighed, exasperated. "We are taking the short cut!" // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">Now i was really scared, and by the looks of it, so was Imogen. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Chloe, last time we let you drive, you took a short cut and got us lost. Are you sure you know what you're doing?" // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Dont be such a scardy cat. I know where im going." // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">After another hour and a half we were still in the car, driving around aimlessly. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Chloe... uhhh Chloe... I think we're lost..." I stammered uselessly. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Lost!!! Ha ha ha!!! We're not lost!! We're just... temporarily dislocated!" // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"So we're lost?" Imogen asked, incredulusly. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Lost is such a strong word..." // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"CHLOE!!!" Imogen and I yelled at the same time. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"I knew we shouldnt have let her drive!" Imogen yelled. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">I just sighed // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Chloe, just pull over. Im driving." // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">Chloe pulled over and got out of the car. I ran around to the drivers side. Before I got in, I saw something move in the shadows. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Uhhh... guys... I think theres something out here..." // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">Chloe just leaned over and yelled out the window, "I DIDNT SEE ANYTHING NOW GET IN AND DRIVE!!!" // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">I got in the car, put in the keys, turned the keys, the car started... and then stalled. I tryed again and the same thing kept happening. I turned to Chloe. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Can you check the engine?" // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Sure thing!" Chloe may have no sense of direction, or any sense of when to NOT OPEN HER MOUTH!! but she is still usefull for somethings. She likes anything remotly confusing or anything that just looks like a whole lot of wires tangled together, but it helps in situations like these. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Ewwww!" Chloe suddenly yelled, jumping back from the hood of the car. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"What is it?" I asked, hopping out of the car to see what was wrong. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">Chloe only pointed at the engine. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">I looked over and saw the whole engine covered in slimey green mucus. Chloe started to move her hand towards it as if to touch it // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"DONT TOUCH THAT!!!" Imogen yelled and stepped in front of Chloes outstreched hand. "It may be poionous." // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">Imogen was usefull to. She could identify and sort of plant or animal by one glance. Also, being the queen of science she is, she could tell if any substance could pose any threat to our health. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">She pulled out some gloves, one of those science dish thingys and three facemasks. (Dont ask why she brought there to a party) // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Put these on. It may be toxic" // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">We put on the face masks and ventured towards the car. Imogen took some twesers from her pocket and picked up someof the sluge. She put it in the dish and examined it closely. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"I have no idea what this comes from... Its not something from a plant, it's molecular structure is wrong, and its not any chemicly made thingymabob because there are no chemicals in it. It has to come from an animal, but ive never heard of an animal being able to extricate this sort of stuff... from eaither end... so what is it?" She mumbled to herself. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">Again I heard the noise coming from behind me. I turned in time to see a flash of green as whatever it was ran away. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Uhhhh... guys... somethings there... I saw a flash of green..." // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">The girls turned around and came to my side. There was another scuttle in the bushes away to our left and we saw another flash of green. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Ok... This is getting really creepy..." Chloe sounded scared, which is really weired since you could push her off the top of a cliff and she wouldnt even flinch. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">We heard more rustling in the bush in front of us and, ever so slowly, the creature emereged. It looked really weired. It was like a mini green Lord Voldemort. It stepped forward slowly and we backed away from it.It hissed at us and we stopped retreating, to scared to move. Then it lunged at us. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">I've mentioned everyones skill except mine. You see, im very good at fighting. anything from matial arts to armed fights I am very good at. I have never actually fought an armed battle, but Chloe likes to get me to test new weapons she makes. I know its illegal but she really loves it so who am i to stop her? Anyway, this skill comes in handy when you are confronted and attacked by such a being. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">Immediatly I retaliated with an attack of my own. Once the creature lunged at Chloe, I round house kicked it into a tree where it fell to the ground, landing with a thud. It hopped back to its feet and came at me. Imogen stood by me. She had done karate before so she knew a bit on fighting, but not as much as me. Together we punched the creature into another tree, but this time it was ready. It turned and used its feet to lunch it of the tree back at us. Just then a laser beam came from behind us and hit the creature where its heart is supposed to be. It dropped to the ground, dead. Imogen and I turned around to see Chloe leaning up against the car, her newest gun in her hand. // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Imogen, get the body and put it in the compartment in the boot. Maggie, help me with this engine." // //<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">We did what she said and soon we had the car running and the fight scenecleaned up. Imogen drove us home (because she knew the way) and soon we were all in bed, trying to sleep and trying to belive what had just happened. // __//<span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">END OF FLASHBACK //__ <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Wait... you were watching last night?" Maggie asked, confused. <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Yes, I was. They were chasing me and they had cornered me when they heard you. One went to check what was happening and the others pulled me along to watch. Then they saw you kill it and... well... they're pretty mad..." <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"WAIT! There was more that one of those beasts?" Imogen rounded the corner towards the door with rather scared expression. <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Yes, there were quite a lot of then actually." <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Can you tell us what they are?" Chloe asked, becoming interested with this conversation. <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Yes. They are Brussel Sprouts!" <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Wait... arent they vegitables?" <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Yes but these Brussel Sprouts are deadly. If you eat them you get poisoned, if they bite you, you get poisoned. They are dangerous." <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">We all just stood there trying to soak in this new information. <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Well... why are you here. I cant have just been to congratulate us. And why were they chasing you?" Maggie asked. <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"You're right. I'm not here to congratulate you. There is was a secret group called the Chocolatarians. They are people who belive in the power of chocolate and most of their things are powered by chocolate, and they mostly eat chocolate! Though they do eat some other things as well. Anyway, this group... well... its more of a trio... This trio take out things like that and when they die out they are supposed to pass the honer of being a chocolatarian on to their children! I was one of those chocolatarians but im afraid I wont last much longer. Last night I was bitten and their is no known cure for a bite. My mates, the other two are already dead. Only one of us passed our honer onto one of our children and that was my good mate, Bill. He passed it onto his daughter Caity. The only reason we didnt or havent passed our skills to our children yet is because they are all so incredibly stupid and unable to do the work. Then I saw you three and thought 'Hey! Those girls are good! They are smart and brave... and they looked good doing it to! Maybe I should give them to honer to be a chocolatarian.' So there you have it. They were chasing me because I was a chocolatarian. So I came here to offer you the positions of chocolatarians." <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">The girls just looked at him. <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Uhhhh... we may need some time to talk this through..." Imogen said, hesitantly <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Of course, Of course! I'll be here at 12 noon tomorrow to hrear your answer." <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Of course Ben, we shall have an answer by then. See ya later" <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">Maggie closed the door and turned to her sisters. <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"So... whadya think?" <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">" I think this is totally cool and that I would love to be a chocolatarians coz it means a whole lot of chocolate and fighting! Do you remember the night we slayed that Brussel Sprout! It seems like yesterday! We were like BOOM and then they were like POW!!! And then I went BZZZZZ with my laser and then..." <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Should we tell her it actually was yesterday?" Imogen wispered as she watched her sister try and reanact the night before. <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Nah... so what do you think?" Maggie replyed, also watching the girl fly aroung the room, impersonating a laser. <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"I think we should do it. I mean, we would be saving the world and it would be for the good of man kind AND we get free chocolate..." <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"It would be dangerous..." <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Come on! We love danger... expetially her." Imogen pointed towards Chloe who was now pretending to be the dead Brussel Sprout. <span style="color: #ff0505; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">"Ok then. Count us in!"

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">And that was how we became chocolatarians! Sadly Ben Dover (he he he) died of Brussel Sprout poisining the day after we told him we would take the job.

<span style="color: #000000; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">R.I.P <span style="color: #000000; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">Ben Dover <span style="color: #000000; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">(he he he) <span style="color: #000000; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">Beloved father to stupid children <span style="color: #000000; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">Beloved husband <span style="color: #000000; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">Beloved chocolatarian <span style="color: #000000; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">May you rest in peace.