((Just in case you don't know who Clementine is, she's the main character from the Walking Dead video game for PlayStation 1 I believe?))

"Clementine!" A loud voice rang out in the empty marble halls.
"Clementine!" The woman who was yelling came running down said halls, searching for 'Clementine.'
"Where are you!?--"

"Over here." So called 'Clementine' replied, waving from the garden.
The maid ran through the back door to her.

"What do you want."
"It seems there is a cute boy in distress!"

Clementine snapped her head around to look at her.
"A cute boy?"
She seemed interested.

"Yes! Very cute!"

Clementine stood up,
"What is this cute boy's name?"
"Ravis."
"Last name?"
"I'm not freaking Russian, that shiz is hard to pronounce!"

The younger glared at the woman who just SASSED HER.
"Well. I will save this Ravis. Where is he?"

"In a tower!"
"Gosh, does he have long hair like Rapunzel? I'm really not into that whole man bun thing--"
"Non! He is in the bottom half. The man who keeps him there has a long scarf and stuff."
"That makes sense... Alright! I'm off!"

Clementine got her knight gear on, and hopped on a horse.
"Giddyup!"
Boi
That horse just started trotting.
"... Good enough.

THREE HOURS LATER

"Are we there yet?" Clementine whined as she counted how many trees they passed.
'BOI DO YOU WANNA WALK FOR 3 HOURS WITH A DUMBASS ON YOUR BACK?' THE HORSE MENTALLY SCREAMED.

Clementine huffed.

'I DIDN'T THINK SO'

Eventually, the reached a tower that had painted sunflowers all over it.

"Hm." She had to figure out how to get up to the window at the top.
She tried and failed 3 times.
'How about we actually try the door?' The horse suggested.

Clementine tried the door and successfully opened it.
"NICE"
She walked in.
"Wow, this place actually smells nicer than a walker on a hot summer's day."

The horse stayed outside.

She walked all the way in.
"HELLO! RAVIS! I AM HERE TO RESCUE YOU!"

A CRYING, SHORT DIRTY BLONDE BOY CAME RUNNING DOWNSTAIRS AS A TALL RUSSIAN MAN CHASED HIM.
"HELP!"
He ran into her arms.
She pet his head.

The tall man stopped, adjusting his scarf.
"No one takes my little Ravis away from me..." He had this weird aura about him.
Creepy.

BUT THEY MANAGED TO MAKE
A DEAL

"How about for some Vodka?"
"And a replacement."
"How about a Spaniard with a nice butt?"
"Agreed."

And everyone lived
Happily
Ever
After

Poor Spanish guy got wrecked every night
But it was cool

This was a terrible story.
I'm sorry--

ALFRED. STOP NARRATING.
IT'S TIME FOR DINNER.

HOLD ON MOM. GOD.
Fine. Jeez. IT BETTER BE SPAGHETTI OR I'M CALLING THE POLICE...
He walked downstairs for pasta dinner.

The narrator has been narrated.

((I'M SORRY IF THAT WAS TERRIBLE
RIP
NorthGermany ))