CrazyForBows

    Okay. So Masamune had been right. He had been right this whole time. There was a Headless Blader that roamed the woods and stole poor unfortunate blader’s beys. But Zeo wasn’t going to admit this.      “Str- striker…” Masamune whispered his eyes wide.      Toby shook his head, “That… that didn’t just happen… did it? The Headless Blader took our beyblades…”    “NOOOOO!” Masamune bellowed. “NOT MY STRIKER! STRIKER! NO NO NO! NO! NO! NO NO NO NO! COME BACK, YOU STUPID HEADLESS BLADER! GIVE US OUR BEYBLADES BACK!”    “Shhhhhhh!” Toby sl

Prolouge It was like any ordinary day in the crazy family’s household. Mother Tinni was reading the bible, her child- psycho daughter, Millie, was escaping her insane grandmother, Insane Grandma Willis. As always, trying to drag the child to her so called ‘child place’. Her husband, ol’ grandpa Joe, was dozing off on his rocking chair while petting his beating stick -- he was even dreaming about it. It was a pretty average day. Until…             “JOE, JOE WAKE UP!” Willis shouted in her southern accent. Joe snored again, even louder than before. “JOE, I SAID WAKE UP.” Willis replied to

    “We’re going camping,” Coach Steel announced one day to all the bladers of Dungeon Gym. He had just left his office; his hands were placed on his hips and his face read no arguments.    “Camping?” Masamune asked as his face rolled up in confusion and disbelief. “In what woods?”    It was a normal day like any other at Dungeon Gym; Zeo was training with Toby—their beys clashing in the stadium—while Masamune was practicing his shadow launches.      “The woods in the city,” Coach Steel claimed, as he waved his hand back and forth.      Sure… Zeo thought arching an

    “Hurry up Masamune! We’re gonna be late!” Zeo yelled to Masamune. Masamune had insisted for them to ‘warm up’. They had done 30 shadow launches as a warm up. Then Masamune decided he was going to do another round. Toby sighed and decided to speak.    “C’mon Masamune, we’re going to be late—and besides, Coach Steel can help us warm up,” Toby smiled.    We’re going to be late! We’re an hour late! Toby thought.    After Masamune collected his bey, the three of them ran ALL the way to the tiny gym they called Dungeon Gym—the gym that started it all. Toby close

    “WHAT?!” Masamune yelled a tad bit too loud.    Everyone stared at Masamune after he yelled this. After having a battle in a karaoke club, Toby and Zeo had insisted for Masamune to sing on stage. Well no, in fact, the worker had forced him to after Toby and Zeo made the idea.    Masamune tapped the mic shyly. No one is really watching the stage! If I sing… then it’ll be like singing in a shower! Besides everyone’s watching that bey battle—WOW!!! I wanna see! Masamune’s thoughts had distracted him, so he accidently knocked the mic making it fall on the ground.    Scrrreeeaaach! The mic made a

“Wow! It’s so hot outside!” Masamune said to his friends Toby and Zeo. Both of them  nodded in agreement.      The trio had just said goodbye to their friends at “Dungeon Gym”—a tiny gym for bladers like them. They had bought a jar of jellybeans and decided to take a stroll across the ole block.  After a short moment of silence,    Toby laughed, “Wow, Coach Steel had really pushed us today; especially you Zeo.” He looked at Zeo who had already begun complaining about it.                “700 shadow launches! My hand STILL hurts! And not only that, in the last five minutes he made me do