Perla Vardo: The Ragnarok Chronicles (Part Three)

Blogspot is having some technical difficulties, so they deleted the second part of the Ragnarok Chronicles. I believe that they are going to retrieve it, but it might take awhile.

Perla rose from his bed and entered the main chamber of the cave. There was a flurry of activity; they had been in the cave for two days, and now the toys were picking up their meager belongings. When they saw Perla, they looked at him with mixed reactions of fear, awe, and plain confusion. Undaunted, Perla rested his weary body against a protruding stalagmite.

"How could all of this happened so quickly?" Perla wondered to himself silently. A few days ago, the toys didn't have a care in the world. Now, there was a certain uneasiness. Most of the world's population was quickly, very quickly, dieing off. And all he could do was sit here; and not do anything about it.

A crack like thunder took hold of everyone's attention. In the very centre of the cave, a light shone from a hole in the ceiling. From this hole came hoards of shadow monsters. The toys screamed in panic and ran for cover outside. Perla caught hold of Tu in the crowd, and decided that the best place for him would be to stick close to the elderly old teddy bear.

"Tu!" Perla cried. "Don't you think that 'shadow monsters' are a pretty lame excuse for the story's main enemy? What in the world is wrong with this writer?"
"Don't do that." Tu answered.
"Do what?"
"I can't tell you."
"Why?"
"Because then I would be doing it."
"You're not making much sense, Tu..."
"Perla, can we just get out of here before the shadow monsters attack us?"
"Oh, it's okay, we have all the time we need." Said Perla calmly. "The writer would have to be pretty lame to kill main characters like us so soon in the story. He was hoping to get at least ten parts out of this story, after all."
"Would you PLEASE stop doing that?"
"Doing what?"
"I THOUGHT that we had been over this, I can't tell you, or else I would be doing it myself."
"I think that you need to be less grumpy, Tu."
"YOU would be grumpy too, if an annoying toy keeps on breaking the fourth wall."
"You just did it."
"Did what?"
"Break the fourth wall. You acknowledged that it existed, which means that you broke it..."
"Please Perla, can we just pretend that there isn't a fourth wall, and that we never broke it? The story flows better that way."
"I guess, but I think we should say hi to Abby and Ryan first. After this we'll have to pretend that they don't exist."
"Alright Perla, but just this one time"
"Actually Tu, can I give them a hug? It would be a rather odd thing coming from our author, but I think a yellow plush toy would be alright."
"Okay Perla, okay. You can give them a hug too."
"What about Kilgalan and Marthadok from The Elori Saga?"
"Marthadok would probably administer a good whack or two with the flat side of his dagger if you tried a stunt like that"
"Okay Tu, what about some characters from Abby's blog?"
"Didn't you know, Perla? Abby's characters always die at the end."
"That's pretty depressing."
"What else can you expect from a girl that never wears matching socks?"
"Good point."
"Okay Perla, NOW can we go back to the story? I believe that we were running away from shadow monsters last time I checked."
"Stereotypical shadow monsters that took no imagination from this lousy author of ours to think up of..."