Third Book?

When Ada and Nora got together to talk about what they wanted to do with their book, the idea of a third book came up. They started talking and thought they wanted a cool plot-twist. Maybe someone should be evil. 

They though about it longer. Then Nora said, "Wait, what if Mike and John were evil?"

Ada liked the idea, adding onto it. "What if they captured Blobster when he was young? That's how he ended up in Adjectiville."

Nora nodded, and Ada continued. "What-what if they wiped Blobster's memory? Then when he meets his parents, he doesn't remember them! And Mr. Technically and Bob can work for Mike and John!"

Nora smiled. "And remember how we sorta started making up Blobysterp? Blobster's secret brother? He can somehow be involved in all of it!"

So they started to write a 'sneak-peak' of the third book at the end of the Big Book of Blobster, until they realized that, really, they didn't want to write another 200-ish-page book. They wanted to put all of their effort into making the books that they had already written, making it as good as they could. 

Below is the prologue to what might've been their third book: 

PROLOGUE: 

 5 years ago:

“Thank you, John. I think our plan has a high potential of working. I have heard of a small little island called Adjectiville where I think we can hatch our plan and little Blobby-thing can grow up there,” said Mike. 

5 minutes earlier:

A man jumped out of the bushes, grabbing Blobster. He grabbed him and shoved him in a bag. The man threw Blobster and the bag over his shoulder, stumbling away. 

Blobster shivered, trying to wake himself up. But the strange thing was, it all seemed so real. The bag had a smell, the bruises from being shoved in the bag didn’t stop throbbing. He pinched himself for the hundredth time, but to his dismay, nothing happened. Not that that was surprising. He had been doing this the whole time he had been stuck in the bag. His arms ached from all the pinching. 

He was stuck in a nightmare. 

“Bring me home! Please! HELP!” Blobster cried out desperately.

The person carrying him muttered something inaudible. 

Blobster’s tears ran down his cheeks, pooling at the bottom of the bag. He had little room to move, so his bruises were pushed against the bag's tight walls. He tried to push against the tough fabric. It didn’t budge. 

“Let me out of here! Please…” he sobbed.

All Blobster could think about was his family. He wanted Lady Swift and Lorcan with him. He tried desperately for the memories to stay tucked away in the back of his mind, but there was no luck. The scene was as real as if it was happening right before his eyes.

Blobster was sitting in the backyard playing with his toys. His favorite was two little stuffed animal minnows binded with a string. Sewed onto their sides were the names Henry the Bubble and Lady Mona. 

The next thing he knew, a man in all black jumped out from behind the heather. He seized Blobster and before he could call out to his parents, the figure stuffed a cloth in his mouth. 

 It tasted like how the bag smelled, Blobster thought. 

The stranger shoved him in a bag and-- Blobster could not remember. 

Blobster strained once more for the memory to stay hidden. He worried that his whole life would be like this. 

But he needn't worry; these memories would be gone in a few minutes. 

Blobster looked down at his hands. They were still  clutching the two minnows. Blobster curled up in the stinky bag as it jostled and bumped around, holding his stuffed animals tightly. 

10 minutes later:

The two figures put Blobster on a chair. One of them took out a serum. Their vile cackles filled the cabin.  

“Now, Blobby-...blobby…” said one of the men. They shook their head. “All you have to do is stay still. Do not  move.” 

“Wha-a-tt are you do-o-ing to-to me?” Blobster asked.

No answer.

Blobster trembled, squeezing the minnows to his chest. 

The other man took out a syringe and poured the serum inside. 

Blobster closed his eyes. 

He felt a sharp jab in his arm, and it felt as though a spark in him exploded and his vision went dark. It flickered back on like an old light bulb. The first thing that Blobster thought was-

Who am I?

Before he started his new beginning.