Monday, May 22, 2017
summer
One of the reasons I'm excited for summer is for thunderstorms. I love thunderstorms, the smell, the rain, the thunder, and the mood it puts me in. It makes me want to stay inside, let my mind be creative with art, and just listen to the wild sounds of nature.
Friday, May 19, 2017
The Witch Burning Chapter One
The gravel crunches softly under my worn rain boots as I walk along the path. Dark, misty shadows make it difficult to see my destination. I trudge on with only the sound of my footsteps reaching my ears. The tears that run down my face are silent and almost unnoticeable. Finally, I stumble over a beam of wood. It indicates that I only have five paces remaining until I reach my mothers fresh grave. Kneeling down I suddenly feel an overpowering presence; I move the next five paces on my hands and knees. Feeling the cold stone of my mothers headstone, I run my fingers along the engraved words, "I love you mommy". I lay the fresh flowers down and drape myself over the stone.
I hug it as if it is the loving bodice of my beloved mother. Almost as if she was here, I feel her. But she isn't, and I have to remember that she never will be again. My young arms can never embrace her again. I have to cherish the feeling of the last hug she gave me.
I lie in a shivering silence for a time, letting the wind blow my tangled hair. Around midnight I decide to begin my journey home. I get up slowly because even the thought of someone seeing me at her grave just days after her passing is unthinkable. As I stand, I see the unmistakable light of a flashlight. The moon now shines brightly enough for me to find a tree to hide behind. "Everyone still visiting must evacuate...", says the guard. The rest of his sentence may have been beneficial to hear but the wind muffles it so all I hear is the thunderous gusts. Leaving the grave yard, the guard disappears and I begin to peak out from the safety of my newly found hiding spot, the tree. I take one last look at the starry and now clearly, moonlit sky and that's when I see it.
The sudden urge to run overtakes me. It isn't an instinct talking to me as much as it is my mother telling me to take flight. The deafening roar of bomber planes fills my ears. The lights and the noise are just to much for my young mind to comprehend. I run. I run so suddenly that I forget all about the wooden beam. The toe of my rubber boot catches on a splintering piece of the wood and the ground seems to rush towards my face and give it an unwelcoming high five. Slowly, I push myself up and touch my hand to my nose. A soft trickle of blood warms my hand and I pull it away quickly. I take off running again this time in a search of a closer shelter. Luckily, I find an old, stone grave house and rush to the rusted door. With one kick it swings open and I scurry down the stairs. With a sudden boom the ground shakes and I am thrown off my feet onto the cold stone. Something hard falls on my head and then, just as a trickle of blood reaches my eye, everything goes black.
Eventually a small light forms and as it gets nearer a figure becomes visible. Then I realize something very strange. The figure belongs to my mother. Rushing toward her, I reach out to hug her. Her mouth doesn't move or open, but her graceful voice tells me that if I touch her I will be brought to her and never be able to live again. I want to stay with her, but I can't deny her wishes. I don't know how she makes me go, but eventually I turn and creep back into the blackness. I turn back to have one last look at my mother, but when I look her figure has faded. I am scared. Scared of the dark, the bombs, and the fact that I had just seen a ghost.
Some time later, light begins to fill my eyes and I begin to make out the shape of the cold stone grave house I fell into. On a nearby post that had fallen in the bombing, a flyer is attached.
It reads: " IMPORTANT NOTICE! All people that can see ghosts or spirits are now considered witches! All witches are to be burned or killed in any way a law maker sees fit. If a witch is found please report her immediately."
A chill runs down my spine as if a stream of ice water has been poured down the back of my ripped pajamas.
I hug it as if it is the loving bodice of my beloved mother. Almost as if she was here, I feel her. But she isn't, and I have to remember that she never will be again. My young arms can never embrace her again. I have to cherish the feeling of the last hug she gave me.
I lie in a shivering silence for a time, letting the wind blow my tangled hair. Around midnight I decide to begin my journey home. I get up slowly because even the thought of someone seeing me at her grave just days after her passing is unthinkable. As I stand, I see the unmistakable light of a flashlight. The moon now shines brightly enough for me to find a tree to hide behind. "Everyone still visiting must evacuate...", says the guard. The rest of his sentence may have been beneficial to hear but the wind muffles it so all I hear is the thunderous gusts. Leaving the grave yard, the guard disappears and I begin to peak out from the safety of my newly found hiding spot, the tree. I take one last look at the starry and now clearly, moonlit sky and that's when I see it.
The sudden urge to run overtakes me. It isn't an instinct talking to me as much as it is my mother telling me to take flight. The deafening roar of bomber planes fills my ears. The lights and the noise are just to much for my young mind to comprehend. I run. I run so suddenly that I forget all about the wooden beam. The toe of my rubber boot catches on a splintering piece of the wood and the ground seems to rush towards my face and give it an unwelcoming high five. Slowly, I push myself up and touch my hand to my nose. A soft trickle of blood warms my hand and I pull it away quickly. I take off running again this time in a search of a closer shelter. Luckily, I find an old, stone grave house and rush to the rusted door. With one kick it swings open and I scurry down the stairs. With a sudden boom the ground shakes and I am thrown off my feet onto the cold stone. Something hard falls on my head and then, just as a trickle of blood reaches my eye, everything goes black.
Eventually a small light forms and as it gets nearer a figure becomes visible. Then I realize something very strange. The figure belongs to my mother. Rushing toward her, I reach out to hug her. Her mouth doesn't move or open, but her graceful voice tells me that if I touch her I will be brought to her and never be able to live again. I want to stay with her, but I can't deny her wishes. I don't know how she makes me go, but eventually I turn and creep back into the blackness. I turn back to have one last look at my mother, but when I look her figure has faded. I am scared. Scared of the dark, the bombs, and the fact that I had just seen a ghost.
Some time later, light begins to fill my eyes and I begin to make out the shape of the cold stone grave house I fell into. On a nearby post that had fallen in the bombing, a flyer is attached.
It reads: " IMPORTANT NOTICE! All people that can see ghosts or spirits are now considered witches! All witches are to be burned or killed in any way a law maker sees fit. If a witch is found please report her immediately."
A chill runs down my spine as if a stream of ice water has been poured down the back of my ripped pajamas.
The Usual
Jake woke up before his alarm went off.
He checked the time, hoping that he would have more time to sleep. "6:55" he read, he let out a sigh. He got up anyway and got ready. He silently walked around the house trying not to wake his roommates up. He brushed his teeth, picked out his clothes for the day, and had a bagel for breakfast. As he took the last bite from his bagel, his phone went off.
"Crap!" he thought as he panicked, "My alarm! I forgot!"
He snatched his phone out of his pocket and silenced it. He stood still in the silence, listening for any sounds of movement from the other rooms. "Nothing" he said under his breath. As Jake grabbed his stuff and headed to the door, a voice called softly. "Jake? Is that you?" Jake looked behind him.
It was Skye, the grey wolf, who had just gotten out of bed. "Yeah Sky, it's me. I'm just about to head off to work." Skye yawned, she walked towards Jake and hugged him.
"Ok, I'll be sure to visit, maybe for lunch or breakfast" Jake hugged back, then looked at her. "If ya wanna come over for breakfast, now is a good time, most of the good stuff is gone really fast." Skye smiled and nodded, she headed to her room to get ready for the day.
He checked the time, hoping that he would have more time to sleep. "6:55" he read, he let out a sigh. He got up anyway and got ready. He silently walked around the house trying not to wake his roommates up. He brushed his teeth, picked out his clothes for the day, and had a bagel for breakfast. As he took the last bite from his bagel, his phone went off.
"Crap!" he thought as he panicked, "My alarm! I forgot!"
He snatched his phone out of his pocket and silenced it. He stood still in the silence, listening for any sounds of movement from the other rooms. "Nothing" he said under his breath. As Jake grabbed his stuff and headed to the door, a voice called softly. "Jake? Is that you?" Jake looked behind him.
It was Skye, the grey wolf, who had just gotten out of bed. "Yeah Sky, it's me. I'm just about to head off to work." Skye yawned, she walked towards Jake and hugged him.
"Ok, I'll be sure to visit, maybe for lunch or breakfast" Jake hugged back, then looked at her. "If ya wanna come over for breakfast, now is a good time, most of the good stuff is gone really fast." Skye smiled and nodded, she headed to her room to get ready for the day.
Jake didn't have to wait too long, Skye was usually quick at getting dressed. He got up as Skye headed downstairs and to the door. Jake faced towards Skye,"Before we go, what would you like to eat when we get there?" Skye took a moment to decide.
"The usual," she said as she walked out the door.
Jake followed along, knowing what "the usual" meant, and closed the door behind him.
"The usual," she said as she walked out the door.
Jake followed along, knowing what "the usual" meant, and closed the door behind him.
Undertale Script
WhatAmIDoingWithMyLifeProductions— Undertale
/Fade in to Grillby Cleaning a glass behind the bar. Sans is sitting at the bar chugging a bottle of ketchup. Next to him is a human, about 20 years old. Sans is finishing a joke./
Sans
And I says, "Does anybody know where the bathroom is?" Everybody in the room just started staring at me like I'm a maniac.
/Toni laughs./
/Sans pauses. His eyes go dark./
Sans
Kid. Did you ever hear the story of how monsters were freed from the Underground by your grandfather?
/Toni shakes his head./
Sans.
A long time ago, Humankind and Monsters lived in peace. As always, /breathes deeply/ war found man. Man and Monster battled, until man won. They locked monsters underground, those left at least. The gate required seven human souls to open. The monsters currently had six./Takes sip of ketchup./ One was needed. This is the story of how they got the last soul.
Fade out:
Credits
Fade in:
/Opening shot of the small town of Ebott. From birds eye view almost all looks tiny. Fly over town towards a looming mountain. Zooms to kids walking up the mountain./
Colton
Come on Frisk. You are the toughest person we know. If you can't climb the mountain then nobody can.
Frisk
I don't know about thaaat.
Trey
You knocked out a high schooler. You bench press 200 pounds. You manage to eat almost a pound a day, but barely gain weight. You are as legendary around here as Maniac Magee.
Frisk
Alright. OH! There's the cave!
Colton
Go in. Come out in five minutes.
Frisk
Ok, ok. I'll do it. See ya in five minutes.
/Frisk starts to walk into the cave. Trey tosses them a flashlight. Frisk walks in silence and sees scratch marks in the floor leading to a giant hole. They step in something soft, and in panic runs and trips on bat dung./
/Cut to black./
/Audience hears thud as body falls from ceiling. Petals fly everywhere. Child lying in flower bed. Frisk, Male, 13 years of age. Brown hair. Striped shirt./
Frisk
Ow!
/Looks up at hole which he had just fallen through./
Frisk
Well that just happened. Now how do I get out of here?
/Notices flower off in distance./
Frisk
/Rhetorically/ Might as well stop and smell the roses!
/Walks over to flower. Bends over to smell. Flowey turns around/
Flowey the Flower
Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower!
/Frisk jumps back/
Flowey
No need to be frightened child! I'm your new friend! Just walk into my little pellet thing, and you will be teleported back up to the surface.
/Frisk touches the pellet. Feels electric jolt. Jumps and falls onto back/
Flowey
HaHaHaHaHa! Down here it's a kill or world be killed world!
Frisk
Kill or be killed World? You're kind of messing up your little speech there.
Flowey
Yeah. That... Prepare to die!
Toriel
Stay back flower!
/Flowey explosion/
Frisk
/Sarcastically/ Ahhhh. I'm heartbroken. The flower is gone.
Toriel
/Worried/ Sorry for the trouble child! Come along with me! I will protect you!
Frisk
Do you usually take in children to "protect" them. My mother taught me well, so I'm going to stay here.
Toriel
/Sarcastically/ Do you want to deal with the demon flower?
Frisk
/Yelling/ NO!
Toriel
Come with me. I am the Caretaker of the Ruins. I walk through here everyday to see if a human fell down the hole.
Frisk
What should I call you?
Toriel
Just call me Toriel.
/Frisk and Toriel walk slowly through the ruins/
Toriel
Here in the ruins there are many puzzles for you to solve. I have memorized the puzzles, but you have much to learn.
Frisk
Can't you just guide me through?
Toriel
I could.
/Toriel stops to contemplate. Starts again./
Toriel
No! You must learn how to solve the puzzles of the ruins. I have done you the grace of marking which levers you need to pull to pass through safely.
/Frisk notices that Toriel is moving in a most peculiar way. She is moving left to right slowly. We go into Frisk's mind/
Frisk
(In head) So if Toriel is moving left to right she must be slowly giving me the solution to a puzzle. If I pay attention to her movements, maybe I will be able to see where she is going.
(They see that Toriel's ear brushes a sign. The sign says, "The East room is the solution to the West room.")
Frisk
What room did we just go through?
Toriel
The East room.
Frisk
I'll be right back.
/We have a one minute shot of Toriel standing around doing things people do while waiting for other people./
Frisk
I'm back.
Toriel
AH!!!!
/Toriel summons fireballs/
Frisk
AHHHHHHHH!!!!
Toriel
Sorry child. I didn't mean to scare you like that. You simply startled me.
Frisk
I can see that.
Toriel
So, are you ready to go through this puzzle room?
Frisk
Yes I am ready to journey through this puzzle room.
Toriel
You didn't have to say the entire sentence all over again.
Frisk
I know. But I did.
Toriel
Whatever. Just go through the puzzle. I shall follow suit.
/Frisk solves the puzzle with ease./
Toriel
How did you solve this puzzle so easily?
Frisk
The sign back there said, "The East room is the solution to the West room puzzle."
Toriel
I should've taken that down.
/Toriel's phone rings/
Toriel
Oh dear! I have to go tend to something, child! I shall be right back!
/Toriel runs away quickly./
/Jump cuts to Frisk an hour later./
Frisk
This isn't going to work. I'm going on ahead, goat mom or no goat mom.
/Frisk goes. Fades to Frisk coming to a choke point. There is a ghost laying on the ground./
Frisk
Hello there Mr. Ghost!
Napstablook
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Frisk
Hello? Mr. Ghost?
Napstablook
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Frisk
Can you please move so that I can get through?
Napstablook
/Apologetic/ Oh. S-s-sorry. Am I in your way.
Frisk
Sorry. You can get back to what you're doing when I get through.
Napstablook
Oh. Ok. I'll move.
Frisk
Thank you, dear sir!
Napstablook
Wait!
/Frisk turns around and sees a hat forming on Napstablook's head./
Napstablook
I call it, "Dapper Blook". Whaddaya think?
Frisk
I like it.
(Napstablook smiles.)
Napstablook
Cool.
/Fade as Frisk walks through door. Napstablook looks content./
/Cut to shot of Frisk walking up to Toriel/
/Cut to them walking up to a dummy./
Toriel
I am going to unlock the house. Converse with this dummy until I come back to attack it.
Frisk
What?
Toriel
Just do it.
Frisk
Hi, Dummy? How's the wife? Divorced? Toriel, did you know about this?
Toriel
No.
Frisk
He was divorced just last week! He doesn't want to talk to me!
Toriel
Forget it.
/Toriel face palms./
Frisk
This is a nice house!
Toriel
Thank you! Now go into this room to sleep child. Do you like cinnamon or butterscotch?
Frisk
Both. Why?
Toriel
No reason! Hmmmmm. Oh! Here is a phone. If you ever need anything, then call me. Well, sleep well, child.
/Frisk sleeps for 4 hours./
/Cut to inside of Frisk's dream./
Frisk
This is one weird dreamscape if I do say so myself. I say so.
Chara /From everywhere yet nowhere/
Well, well, well. Look what we have here. A human. You will DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE!!!
Frisk
I doubt that.
Chara
How so?
Frisk
I survived a 300-foot fall onto a cave floor landing on nothing but flowers.
Chara
You are still gonna die though.
Frisk
In your dreams.
/Frisk feels the blade of a knife on the top of his head. It swiftly leaves./
Chara
No. In yours.
/Frisk flinches as knife goes down on head. Jump cut to creepy smile from Chara. Cut to Frisk jolting awake./
Frisk
My head hurts.
/Frisk sees a pie on the floor./
Frisk
Oh! A pie!
/Frisk eats the pie./
Frisk
Cinnamon and butterscotch?! Miracles were made this day.
Frisk
There we go! Now I shall go 'sploring. 'Cause 'sploring is fun.
/Frisk looks around the room. Notable objects are a basket with differing sizes of children's shoes, a potted flower (that looks eerily like Flowey), and a window looking out over the ruins./
/Frisk walks out of room./
Toriel
Oh hello, my child!
Frisk
Stop calling me your child.
Toriel
Ok. Anyways. What would you like to do today? Cook, play, or sleep?
Frisk
How 'bout I go outside?
Toriel
NO!
Frisk
K, geez.
Toriel
What shall it be?
Frisk
Sleep.
Toriel
Alright!
/Frisk pretends to sleep. Timecard for 3 hours later. Wakes up. Sneaks out of room. Goes downstairs to door. Sees Toriel trying to destroy it./
Toriel
My child! What are you doing down here?
Frisk
Trying to find you. What are you doing?
Toriel
Destroying the entrance so that you don't end up like the others.
Frisk
Yeaaaaaaahhhhhh, NO.
Toriel
Why not child?
Frisk
So that I can 'splore. Cuz 'sploring is fun.
Toriel
If you want out of the ruins, you will have to prove yourself.
Frisk
How?
/"Heartache" starts to play/
Toriel
Prove to me that you can survive.
/Fight montage/
Toriel
/On one knee/ Child, you are strong enough.
Frisk
Thank you. I'll be back in an ho—
Toriel
You cannot return here. It is too hard for me to let you go.
Frisk
Ok, can I grab my things?
Toriel
Sure, Bye.
/Cut to black/
/Fade in. To forest. Trees with branches so high up that you can barely see them./
Frisk
/Walking through forest/ This is too cold. How do they have snow down here? It is friggin' underground!
/Frisk comes across a poorly made gate./
Frisk
/Walking through gate/ This is weird.
/Frisk hears footsteps/
Sans
Human. Don't you know how to greet a new pal? Turn around and shake my hand.
Frisk
Ok
/Frisk turns around. Closes eyes. Holds out hand./
/Whoopie cushion noises/
Sans
Ha! The Whoppie cushion in your hand trick. Always gets a laugh from me. What's your name kid?
Frisk
Frisk
Sans
Good. Listen, I'm supposed to be on lookout for humans, but I don't do my job very well because I don't care about it. My brother on the other hand, he is a human hunting fanatic. There he is in the distan— and he's coming over! Quick! Hide behind that conveniently shaped lamp!
/Frisk hides. Listens to conversation./
Papyrus
Hello brot— WHY ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR POST?!
Sans
I'm on break.
Papyrus
You have been on break for three hours. I shall have you know that THE GREAT PAPYRUS hasn't had a break in 12 hours. What have you been doing the whole time?
Sans
Staring at this lamp.
Papyrus
Whah??? Anyways, I shall go and wait for a human. I'm starting to think that another one won't ever come... NYEH HEH HEH. I'm sure one will though.
Sans
Maybe staring at the lamp will help.
Papyrus
/Ignoring Sans/ Bye, Sans. I shall be on watch for Humans. NYEH HEH HEH
Sans
Bye, bro.
/Papyrus walks away./
Sans
You can come out now, Kid.
/Frisk comes out from behind lamp/
Sans
You know, my brother has been down recently. If you let him see you, maybe do a couple of his puzzles, then he may cheer up a bit.
Frisk
If it helps to cheer someone up, I'm in.
Sans
Thanks, kid. See you ahead.
/Sans walks in opposite direction of "ahead."/
/Cuts to Frisk walking towards the skeletons. Notices a rock behind him as he comes to a stop./
Papyrus
As I was saying about Undyne— OH MY GOSH!! Is that a human?
Sans
/Looking at rock/ I think that's a rock.
Papyrus
Oh
Sans
What is that in front of the rock?
Papyrus
/Turns around as well as Sans/ Is THAT a human?
Sans
Yeah.
Papyrus
/Turns around again/ HUMAN! YOU SHALL NOT PASS THIS AREA! THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL STOP YOU! NYEH HEH HEH
Sans
Stop shouting.
Papyrus
You shall have to solve my puzzles! Prepare to be shocked by my genius!
/Papyrus hits the button. Trap springs out of ground. Big square./
Sans
This one huh?
Papyrus
Yes brother. Now stop interrupting. This puzzle is simple. You hold the orb. If you step on the wrong place on the trap, the orb will shock you! Now walk human!
/Frisk starts to walk./
Papyrus
STOP! Why is the puzzle shocking me?
Sans
Because you are holding the orb.
Papyrus
Oh. I shall bring the orb to you human. /Walks along the path leaving foot prints for Frisk to follow/
/Frisk walks along path that Papyrus set./
Papyrus
Human! You solved that easily. Too easily... Never matter. THE GREAT PAPYRUS will have you in King Asgore's palace in no time!
Frisk
Who is "King Asgore?"
Papyrus
King Asgore is the king of all monsters. He keeps us safe, and will take your soul to break the barrier that keeps us underground.
Frisk
/Sarcastically/ Charming.
Papyrus
Human! I shall see you up ahead. Brother, let us leave! NYEH HEH HEH
Sans
Ok. See you later human! /Walks in opposite direction of brother/
Frisk
Well, that was weird.
/Time skip with the 20 minutes later thing from Spongebob./
/Frisk comes across plate of spaghetti with microwave. No outlet to heat up. Note from Papyrus/
Papyrus
Human! This is a trap! The trap is that you will be so busy eating the spaghetti, that you will not. notice that you are not progressing! NYEH HEH HEH!
The Spaghetti is so cold that it is stuck to the table.
Frisk
Yeah. I'm not eating that.
Frisk
/While walking whistling "Hey Brother" sees Papyrus in distance/ PAPYRUS!!!
Papyrus
Augh! Oh, hello human! I thought that you would take longer.
Frisk
/Sees Sans walking up to Papyrus/ Hey, Sans!
Sans
'Ey kid. This here is my puzzle. Solve it at your own risk.
Papyrus and Frisk
/Sees word search on ground/ That is your puzzle?
Sans
Yeah. Why?
Frisk
I'll do it.
/5 minutes later/
Frisk
Done!
Papyrus
SANS! Why did you put a crossword puzzle on the ground.
Sans
Maybe I should've used today's crossword bro.
Papyrus
Today's? Ugh. Why did you put a crossword? Junior Jumble is much harder than crossword!
Frisk and Sans simultaneously
Crossword is harder.
Papyrus
Never mind. Human, this last puzzle will be much harder than the previous ones. If you pass the next puzzle, we will allow you to "crash" at our "crib." Am I saying the "slang" correctly Sans?
Sans
Yeah bro. You are.
Papyrus
Good. NYEH HEH HEH. Bye human!
Fade out
Cut to Frisk walking through forest.
Frisk
/Yawning/ What a da—
Doggo
Did something move, because if something did, I'll make sure it never moves again!
Frisk
I seriously don't want to deal with you right now.
Doggo
What moved? Was it a human?
Frisk
No, I'm a banana.
Doggo
Oh, you may pass, but you cannot move. I will sleep now.
Frisk
Weird.
Frisk
/Sees small dog in armor in distance/ Awwwwwwwwww. I'll pet the dog.
/Frisk goes to dog. Starts to pet dog/
Lesser Dog-/Stretches neck so long that it hits top of the Underground/
Frisk
I used to like dogs until today.
/Fade to Frisk walking. Sees another dog in distance playing in snow. Looks small./
Frisk
Not again. Oh wait...
/Dog gets up. In seven foot tall armor./
Greater dog
Woof.
Frisk
Are you kidding?!?!? This is getting ridiculous.
/Frisk reaches out to pet the dog./
/Greater dog jumps out of suit. Corgi. Barks happily like puppy. Gets pets. Gets in suit. Plays in snow again./
/Cut to black./
/Cut to Frisk whistling Hurt by Johnny Cash./
Frisk
/Sees PAPYRUS in distance again/ Yay. It's bone-face-Skeleton-dude-who-tries-to-capture-me-and-stuff.
Papyrus
Human! Hello! This machine will activate a puzzle designed by Dr. Alphys. Every time it is different.
You have to get from the that side to this one. Red tiles are impassible. Yellow tiles are electric. Green tiles start a fight between you and a Froggit. Orange tiles make you smell like oranges. Blue tiles are water tiles, which are electrified when adjacent to yellow tiles and are full of piranhas that like oranges; if you're orange scented, then you will be eaten. Purple tiles are slippery; you'll go right through them to the next tile. The lemon-scented soap on the purple tiles will wash away your orange smell; piranhas do not like lemon scent. Pink tiles do nothing. Are you ready?
Frisk
Wha?
Papyrus
NOW!!! NYEH HEH HEH(Activates puzzle. Squares alternate until they make a path of pink squares all across the board) WHAT?!?!?!? THIS IS THE WORST!!! Aaarrrrggghhh! 🕈☟✡ 👎⚐ 💣✡ ❄☼✌🏱💧 ✌☠👎 🏱🕆☪☪☹☜💧 ☠☜✞☜☼ 🕈⚐☼😐✍ (Why do my traps and puzzles never work?)
Sans
Woah, man. Calm down on the W.D.G's.
Papyrus
Never matter this setback! I shall capture this human with any means necessary.
/10 minutes later/
Frisk
/Crossing bridge/ I am proper froze right now. Wait. Is that?
Staring across the bridge, they see Papyrus running to meet them.
Papyrus
/Panting/ Human! This is the ultimate trap! If you don't come peacefully, then I will be forced to activate it and bring your soul to Asgore.
Papyrus-/Shows Frisk what the trap has in store for them. There is a cannon, a flamethrower, a dog on a string, a saw blade, and two spears/ No... this isn't giving you a fair chance at making it through. I will give you mercy this once.
Frisk
Thank you very much.
/Cut to Frisk walking through the forest. Fog is encroaching./
/"Bonetrousle" starts to play/
Frisk
Wow. This fog is just the thickest thing ever.
Frisk sees an outline in the distance. It's Papyrus.
Papyrus
Human! I have alerted Captain Undyne and she told me..
/Papyrus puts on a Swedish accent./
Papyrus
Capture the human and bring them to me... I have to bring you to Undyne human. Come willingly and I will be forced to fight you.
Frisk
/Whispering/ What can I do? Ah! /Normal speaking volume/ Hey Sweetbones.
Papyrus
Is this flirting? Do you really feel that way?
/The fight stops immediately./
Papyrus
How about a date, human.
Frisk
Ok....
Papyrus
NYEH-heh-heh!
Papyrus runs away.
Frisk
That was weird.
/Cut to black/
/Fade in to Frisk coming across a sentry station with Sans behind the desk./
Sans
Hey human. Wanna get food later.
Frisk
Sure. Where?
Sans There's a place I like called "Grillby's." The owner is really nice. His name is Grillby. He works so fast that you could swear that he is on fire.
Frisk
I have the feeling that that is a joke...
Sans
You'll see. C'mon. I know a shortcut.
/Fade to black/
/At Grillby's/
/The song "Sans" starts to play/
Sans
Here we are. There's Grillby. /Points at man behind counter who is made of fire/
Frisk
Ooooooohhhh. What they got here?
Sans
Here. /Hands Frisk the menu/
Frisk
(Hears a voice in the back of their head saying ("THE SOULS OF THE INNOCENT"))Can I have one burger please?("NOOOOOOOOO!!") Two burgers.
Sans
Sure kid. Hey Grillbz! Three orders of the burg.
Grillby
/Nodding/ Sure Sans. /Whispering/ Who's the kid?
Sans
/Whispering/ Fell down from the surface.
Grillby
/Whispering/ Human?
Sans
/Whispering/ Yep.
Grillby
/Normal speaking volume/ Pay your tab, Sans.
Sans
Soon. Soon.
Grillby
Why do I even bother?
Sans
So kid, how'd you fall down here?
Frisk
I tripped. I tripped on a pile of bat poop.
Sans
Ew.
Frisk
Yeeaaahhh... How old are you Sans?
Sans
I fought against the humans that drove us down here. That was well over seven hundred years ago. Of course, I still had meat on my bones then.
/Cut to after burgers were finished./
Sans
Y'know kid, I made a promise a while ago.
/Fade out to shot of door Frisk came out of./
Sans
I was at the door practicing my Knock-Knock jokes. I knocked and a woman on the other side answered. We joked for a while until it was time to go home. Papyrus gets mad without his bedtime story. We agreed to be back the next day. We continued this cycle for about a year, but one day she was there early. She said to me, "Sir, if a human ever comes through here, will you promise to protect it no matter what?" 'Bein me I replied, "Depends on the type of human, but I will try to protect them no matter what." Kid, if I hadn't made that promise, YOU'D BE DEAD WHERE YOU STAND...
/Frisk makes the "What in the heck are you talking about?" face./
Sans
Just kidding! You should've seen the look on your face! PRICELESS!!!
Frisk
Whew...
Sans
I am really surprised. I usually don't have the guts to finish a burg. It always passes through me. No wonder I'm just skin and bones—
Frisk
Stop.
Sans
Why? Not tickling your funny bo—
Frisk
Don't finish that sentence.
Sans
K kid. If you ever need anything, then here is my number.
/Walking out of Grillby's. Hears Grillby and Sans arguing. Decides to stay out of it./
/Fade out to black./
/Fade in to Frisk walking/
Frisk 14
/Hears a waterfall in distance./ What is that?
Monster Kid
That's Waterfall.
/Frisk turns around ready to punch. Sees armless bipedal short monster./
Monster Kid
Hello! I can tell that you are a kid as well. You are wearing a striped shirt!
Frisk
So you mean that if you wear a striped shirt, that you are automatically a kid. That's kind of flawed logic. What if some adult comes by with a striped shirt. Is it illegal to wear striped shirts if you're over a certain age? To many questions.
Monster Kid
Yup. There are a lot of questions. No answers though.
Frisk
Listen, new characters only show up when I am about to fight something, so who am I going to fight?
Monster Kid
Undyne, the coolest, strongest, fishiest monster in the Underground.
Frisk
Fishiest?
Monster Kid
Yup.
Frisk
Alright... Which way do I go then?
Monster Kid
Just keep going the way you're going.
Frisk
Thanks I guess.
/Starts raining/
Frisk
So MK, why are you in this desolate part of the UnderGround?
Monster Kid
To watch Undyne train!
Frisk
/Under breath/ Stalker.
Monster Kid
What?
Frisk
Nothing! Wait... I see a door in the distance. I shall go to open it. See ya, Monster Kid!
Monster Kid
What door?
Frisk
The one right there.
Monster Kid
Whatever. Bye!
Frisk
Do dee do. Going through a door.
/On the other side of the door is a black void. There is only a floor and a speck of white in the distance. Frisk walks to the speck of white. It turns around, revealing itself as a tall black and white humanoid figure./
/"Dark, Darker, Yet Monster" plays/
🕈📬 👎📬 ☝✌💧❄☜☼
☟☜☹☹⚐📬 ✋ ✌💣 ☝✌💧❄☜☼ ✌☠👎 ✋ ❄✌☹😐 🕈✋❄☟ ❄☟☜ ☟✌☠👎💧📬
Frisk
What?
🕈📬 👎📬 ☝✌💧❄☜☼
⚐☟📬 ✌☠ ☜☠☝☹✋💧☟ 💧🏱☜✌😐☜☼📬 Let me try again. I am Gaster and I talk with the hands.
Frisk
Oh hello, Gaster. Who are you exactly?
W. D. Gaster
I am a being who built a magnificent machine. The one that gives all the power to the Underground.
Frisk
Well, thank you for lighting the way.
Gaster
Well, thank you very much child. What is your name?
Frisk
Frisk.
Gaster
Very nice name. Anyways, I am the one who built the only power source in the Underground. One day I fell into my creation, erasing me from the memories of nearly all and scattering me across time and space. Only those who have space-time powers are able to see me, or remember me. These are my son and you as far as I know.
Frisk
Wait. I. Have. Space-Time. Powers?!
Gaster
Yes. As the only human in the Underground, you have the power to RESET.
If you die in a fight you will be able to go back to the last time you were filled with DETERMINATION.
Frisk
What if I have never felt determined?
Gaster
(Motioning towards the camera)Then we wasted the last two minutes of their lives.
Frisk
Oh. Well then. Bye!
W. D. G.
Goodbye, Frisk. Good luck on your travels.
/Frisk waves to Gaster on his way out. Gaster knows that he will never see them again, but he is filled with DETERMINATION to get out of the VOID anyway./
/Cut to Frisk walking out of the door. Door disappears behind them./
Frisk
Oh what a day. What a lovely day. I fell down a hole, met a goat mom, escaped goat mom, had the worst dream of my life, met a lazy Skelton, met an egotistical skeleton, was served food by a man made of fire, met a kid with no arms, and entered the void. I should post this on my blog later.
/Frisk takes out their phone. Has no bars./
Frisk
Dang it.
Chara
Yes. Harness your anger.
Frisk
Chara No!
Chara
Chara yes.
Frisk
Shut up, Chara.
Chara
Ok. /Mimicking Papyrus/ NYEH-HEH-HEH! I hope you get to see me again... I hope they make it quick...
Frisk
No! I will not let you kill Papyrus!
Chara
/Mimicking Toriel/ Ok then my child.
Frisk
Or Toriel.
Chara
/Mimicking Sans/ You sure there kid?
Frisk
NO!!
/Frisk uses all of their mental power to push back Chara./
/Fade to black/
/Cut to Frisk walking/
Frisk
Where is Papyrus? I haven't seen him in a while.
/Frisk sees Papyrus in distance./
Frisk
Oh. There he is. What is he doing though?
/Frisk listens to Papyrus' conversation./
Papyrus
Hello, Undyne! How are yo— What? Have I captured the human? No. I haven't. The human is to nice to capture. Are you mad Undyne? You're mad. Why?
Frisk
Papyrus...
So naive.
Papyrus
What! You're going to kill the human? No. Y-y-you c-can't. They're too nice. They had every chance to kill me and my brother. They didn't.
/There is a quick pause./
Papyrus
How do I know this isn't a mask? I just have the gut feeling. Yes, I know I have that feeling about everybody, but especially about this human. Please don't kill them...
/Frisk watches Papyrus walk away sadly. Sees an armored figure standing still. Something like 8 foot tall./
Frisk
Imma just go this way 'cause that armored figure looks like it is ready to ki—
/Spear Of Justice plays/
Undyne
GNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH.
/Frisk stops in their tracks. Looks behind them. There is a gigantic monster standing there./
Frisk
Well, crap.
/Frisk running montage. Runs into tall grass seeing a flash of Orange mixed with the green. Undyne runs in as well./
Undyne
Come here you little freak.
/Undyne grabs Monster Kid instead of Frisk./
MK
Hi, Undyne!!! You're so cool!
/Undyne puts down MK./
Undyne
Must have been a trick of the light. Let's get you home. You live in?...
MK
Waterfall.
Undyne
Alright. Stay away from the human, ok.
MK
/Not as exited/ ok.
/Undyne walks off carrying MK giving Frisk the chance to escape. Frisk runs until he comes upon Sans' sentry station./
Frisk
Oh thank God. Sans, I have had the craziest day. I need rest.
Sans
Well kid. Remember how Papyrus said that you could stay at our "crib." Well... do you wanna stay at the house of skeletons, or die from Undy—
Frisk
Stay at your house!!!
Sans
Ok. I know a shortcut.
/In less than a second Sans and Frisk are in a living room of sorts. There is a moldy sock in the corner./
Frisk
What, where, how, when?
Sans
Forgettaboutit.
Frisk
Why is there a moldy sock?
Sans
Because.
Frisk
Why?
Sans
Because.
Frisk
WHY?!?!?
Sans
Kid, are you going to act like a four-year-old for the rest of the night, because if you do...
/Sans' eyes disappear. A shadow from nowhere appears on his face./
Sans
You're gonna have a bad time...
Frisk
Ok then... Where is Papyrus?
Sans
Still out on sentry duty.
Frisk
Sentry duty?
Sans
Papyrus is that one guy that wants to protect everyone, which the Royal Guard would allow him to do. In order to join the Royal Guard he has to get chosen by the Captain, which you met earlier. She hasn't chosen him yet, but he is hopeful. Sentry duty is one way to make enter the raffle of sorts.
Frisk
That makes sense. What are the sentries guarding for?
Sans
Humans.
Frisk
That explains a few things.
Sans
/Pointing to room/ There is the kitchen. Inside of the kitchen is the fridge. Don't touch my ketchup. Also in the kitchen is the trash can. Use it whenever you want. /Pointing to smaller room/ There is the bathroom. I have no idea why we have it, but use that when you want, just dust a few things first. Follow me upstairs.
/Sans appears atop the stairs. Frisk has no idea how he got there. Once Frisk gets to the top Sans starts talking again./
Sans
The room closer to the stairs belongs to Papyrus and the one with the strobe light is mine. Don't go in either without my or Papyrus' permission.
Frisk
Just wondering, but why is Papyrus dressed like there is a costume party in a couple hours?
Sans
There was a costume party. Three weeks ago. He hasn't taken of his (Sans makes air quotes) "Battle Body" since. He washes it. By that I mean he showers with it on.
/Frisk hears the door open downstairs./
/Papyrus walks in carrying a bag of groceries./
Papyrus
Brother! Where are you?
Sans
Up here giving the human a tour.
Papyrus
THE HUMAN?!?!?
Sans
Yeah. The human.
Frisk
Hi.
/Frisk waves at Papyrus./
Papyrus
Human. I have decided something. We shall go on a date.
Frisk
Alright.
Papyrus
Alright then. We shall go to my room and do whatever people do when they go out on a date!
Sans
Good luck, Papyrus. Hope this one sticks.
Papyrus
I do to, Sans. My first ever date! Dad would be so proud.
Sans
He would be proud anyway though.
Papyrus
Why?
Sans
Because you put BACKBONE into all your work.
/Papyrus cringes./
Sans
You're everyone's VERTE-BRUH.
/Papyrus cringes so hard that his face is momentarily stuck./
Sans
And you chill everyone down to the BONE.
/Papyrus' expression is so bad that when he steps back, his expression is still stuck in the air. He steps back into his expression./
Papyrus
OH MY GOD!!!! BROTHER!!! GO AND THINK ABOUT YOUR CRIMES AGAINST MONSTER-KIND.
Sans
Thoughts thunked.
Papyrus
Ok then. No puns while I'm on my date with the human.
/During this whole interaction Frisk was just standing there thinking about random things making the straight lines face./
Papyrus
Are you ready, human?
Frisk
/Confused/ Huh? /Realizing/ Oh, yeah.
Papyrus
Goodbye, Sans.
Sans
See ya, Pap.
/Frisk and Papyrus walk into Papyrus' room./
Papyrus
So human, what shall we do on our date?
Frisk
/Ignoring/ O! A computer!
Papyrus
Yes,I use that to use the internet! I am very popular there. There is this one guy, "BackBONE40704" that is always bugging me. I don't know why.
/Frisk knows that this BACKBONE040704 is Sans./
/Papyrus' voice sounds far away now./
Chara
/In Frisk's mind/ Yeah. It's pretty easy to tell who this BackBONE character is.
Frisk
/Internally screaming at Chara in their mind/ GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
Chara
Nope.
Frisk
/Still in their head/ GET OUT!!!
Papyrus
/Starting out quietly then getting gradually louder/ Human! Human?
/Papyrus is trying to get their attention./
Frisk
Oh yeah, Papyrus?
Papyrus
You were really zoned out there. I was getting worried.
Frisk
Oh... Sorry.
Papyrus
It is no problem human! We are going to have time that is the opposite of one that is bad.
Frisk
What?
Papyrus
We are going to have a great time!
Frisk
Oh.
/The dating song plays./
Frisk
Where is that coming from?
Papyrus
What?
Frisk
That music.
Papyrus
What music?
Frisk
Nevermind.
Papyrus
HUMAN!!!
Frisk
/Annoyed/ Stop screaming in my ear.
This is what I have so far. Thank you for reading this. Here are pictures of the characters.
Frisk
/Fade in to Grillby Cleaning a glass behind the bar. Sans is sitting at the bar chugging a bottle of ketchup. Next to him is a human, about 20 years old. Sans is finishing a joke./
Sans
And I says, "Does anybody know where the bathroom is?" Everybody in the room just started staring at me like I'm a maniac.
/Toni laughs./
/Sans pauses. His eyes go dark./
Sans
Kid. Did you ever hear the story of how monsters were freed from the Underground by your grandfather?
/Toni shakes his head./
Sans.
A long time ago, Humankind and Monsters lived in peace. As always, /breathes deeply/ war found man. Man and Monster battled, until man won. They locked monsters underground, those left at least. The gate required seven human souls to open. The monsters currently had six./Takes sip of ketchup./ One was needed. This is the story of how they got the last soul.
Fade out:
Credits
Fade in:
/Opening shot of the small town of Ebott. From birds eye view almost all looks tiny. Fly over town towards a looming mountain. Zooms to kids walking up the mountain./
Colton
Come on Frisk. You are the toughest person we know. If you can't climb the mountain then nobody can.
Frisk
I don't know about thaaat.
Trey
You knocked out a high schooler. You bench press 200 pounds. You manage to eat almost a pound a day, but barely gain weight. You are as legendary around here as Maniac Magee.
Frisk
Alright. OH! There's the cave!
Colton
Go in. Come out in five minutes.
Frisk
Ok, ok. I'll do it. See ya in five minutes.
/Frisk starts to walk into the cave. Trey tosses them a flashlight. Frisk walks in silence and sees scratch marks in the floor leading to a giant hole. They step in something soft, and in panic runs and trips on bat dung./
/Cut to black./
/Audience hears thud as body falls from ceiling. Petals fly everywhere. Child lying in flower bed. Frisk, Male, 13 years of age. Brown hair. Striped shirt./
Frisk
Ow!
/Looks up at hole which he had just fallen through./
Frisk
Well that just happened. Now how do I get out of here?
/Notices flower off in distance./
Frisk
/Rhetorically/ Might as well stop and smell the roses!
/Walks over to flower. Bends over to smell. Flowey turns around/
Flowey the Flower
Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower!
/Frisk jumps back/
Flowey
No need to be frightened child! I'm your new friend! Just walk into my little pellet thing, and you will be teleported back up to the surface.
/Frisk touches the pellet. Feels electric jolt. Jumps and falls onto back/
Flowey
HaHaHaHaHa! Down here it's a kill or world be killed world!
Frisk
Kill or be killed World? You're kind of messing up your little speech there.
Flowey
Yeah. That... Prepare to die!
Toriel
Stay back flower!
/Flowey explosion/
Frisk
/Sarcastically/ Ahhhh. I'm heartbroken. The flower is gone.
Toriel
/Worried/ Sorry for the trouble child! Come along with me! I will protect you!
Frisk
Do you usually take in children to "protect" them. My mother taught me well, so I'm going to stay here.
Toriel
/Sarcastically/ Do you want to deal with the demon flower?
Frisk
/Yelling/ NO!
Toriel
Come with me. I am the Caretaker of the Ruins. I walk through here everyday to see if a human fell down the hole.
Frisk
What should I call you?
Toriel
Just call me Toriel.
/Frisk and Toriel walk slowly through the ruins/
Toriel
Here in the ruins there are many puzzles for you to solve. I have memorized the puzzles, but you have much to learn.
Frisk
Can't you just guide me through?
Toriel
I could.
/Toriel stops to contemplate. Starts again./
Toriel
No! You must learn how to solve the puzzles of the ruins. I have done you the grace of marking which levers you need to pull to pass through safely.
/Frisk notices that Toriel is moving in a most peculiar way. She is moving left to right slowly. We go into Frisk's mind/
Frisk
(In head) So if Toriel is moving left to right she must be slowly giving me the solution to a puzzle. If I pay attention to her movements, maybe I will be able to see where she is going.
(They see that Toriel's ear brushes a sign. The sign says, "The East room is the solution to the West room.")
Frisk
What room did we just go through?
Toriel
The East room.
Frisk
I'll be right back.
/We have a one minute shot of Toriel standing around doing things people do while waiting for other people./
Frisk
I'm back.
Toriel
AH!!!!
/Toriel summons fireballs/
Frisk
AHHHHHHHH!!!!
Toriel
Sorry child. I didn't mean to scare you like that. You simply startled me.
Frisk
I can see that.
Toriel
So, are you ready to go through this puzzle room?
Frisk
Yes I am ready to journey through this puzzle room.
Toriel
You didn't have to say the entire sentence all over again.
Frisk
I know. But I did.
Toriel
Whatever. Just go through the puzzle. I shall follow suit.
/Frisk solves the puzzle with ease./
Toriel
How did you solve this puzzle so easily?
Frisk
The sign back there said, "The East room is the solution to the West room puzzle."
Toriel
I should've taken that down.
/Toriel's phone rings/
Toriel
Oh dear! I have to go tend to something, child! I shall be right back!
/Toriel runs away quickly./
/Jump cuts to Frisk an hour later./
Frisk
This isn't going to work. I'm going on ahead, goat mom or no goat mom.
/Frisk goes. Fades to Frisk coming to a choke point. There is a ghost laying on the ground./
Frisk
Hello there Mr. Ghost!
Napstablook
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Frisk
Hello? Mr. Ghost?
Napstablook
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Frisk
Can you please move so that I can get through?
Napstablook
/Apologetic/ Oh. S-s-sorry. Am I in your way.
Frisk
Sorry. You can get back to what you're doing when I get through.
Napstablook
Oh. Ok. I'll move.
Frisk
Thank you, dear sir!
Napstablook
Wait!
/Frisk turns around and sees a hat forming on Napstablook's head./
Napstablook
I call it, "Dapper Blook". Whaddaya think?
Frisk
I like it.
(Napstablook smiles.)
Napstablook
Cool.
/Fade as Frisk walks through door. Napstablook looks content./
/Cut to shot of Frisk walking up to Toriel/
/Cut to them walking up to a dummy./
Toriel
I am going to unlock the house. Converse with this dummy until I come back to attack it.
Frisk
What?
Toriel
Just do it.
Frisk
Hi, Dummy? How's the wife? Divorced? Toriel, did you know about this?
Toriel
No.
Frisk
He was divorced just last week! He doesn't want to talk to me!
Toriel
Forget it.
/Toriel face palms./
Frisk
This is a nice house!
Toriel
Thank you! Now go into this room to sleep child. Do you like cinnamon or butterscotch?
Frisk
Both. Why?
Toriel
No reason! Hmmmmm. Oh! Here is a phone. If you ever need anything, then call me. Well, sleep well, child.
/Frisk sleeps for 4 hours./
/Cut to inside of Frisk's dream./
Frisk
This is one weird dreamscape if I do say so myself. I say so.
Chara /From everywhere yet nowhere/
Well, well, well. Look what we have here. A human. You will DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE!!!
Frisk
I doubt that.
Chara
How so?
Frisk
I survived a 300-foot fall onto a cave floor landing on nothing but flowers.
Chara
You are still gonna die though.
Frisk
In your dreams.
/Frisk feels the blade of a knife on the top of his head. It swiftly leaves./
Chara
No. In yours.
/Frisk flinches as knife goes down on head. Jump cut to creepy smile from Chara. Cut to Frisk jolting awake./
Frisk
My head hurts.
/Frisk sees a pie on the floor./
Frisk
Oh! A pie!
/Frisk eats the pie./
Frisk
Cinnamon and butterscotch?! Miracles were made this day.
Frisk
There we go! Now I shall go 'sploring. 'Cause 'sploring is fun.
/Frisk looks around the room. Notable objects are a basket with differing sizes of children's shoes, a potted flower (that looks eerily like Flowey), and a window looking out over the ruins./
/Frisk walks out of room./
Toriel
Oh hello, my child!
Frisk
Stop calling me your child.
Toriel
Ok. Anyways. What would you like to do today? Cook, play, or sleep?
Frisk
How 'bout I go outside?
Toriel
NO!
Frisk
K, geez.
Toriel
What shall it be?
Frisk
Sleep.
Toriel
Alright!
/Frisk pretends to sleep. Timecard for 3 hours later. Wakes up. Sneaks out of room. Goes downstairs to door. Sees Toriel trying to destroy it./
Toriel
My child! What are you doing down here?
Frisk
Trying to find you. What are you doing?
Toriel
Destroying the entrance so that you don't end up like the others.
Frisk
Yeaaaaaaahhhhhh, NO.
Toriel
Why not child?
Frisk
So that I can 'splore. Cuz 'sploring is fun.
Toriel
If you want out of the ruins, you will have to prove yourself.
Frisk
How?
/"Heartache" starts to play/
Toriel
Prove to me that you can survive.
/Fight montage/
Toriel
/On one knee/ Child, you are strong enough.
Frisk
Thank you. I'll be back in an ho—
Toriel
You cannot return here. It is too hard for me to let you go.
Frisk
Ok, can I grab my things?
Toriel
Sure, Bye.
/Cut to black/
/Fade in. To forest. Trees with branches so high up that you can barely see them./
Frisk
/Walking through forest/ This is too cold. How do they have snow down here? It is friggin' underground!
/Frisk comes across a poorly made gate./
Frisk
/Walking through gate/ This is weird.
/Frisk hears footsteps/
Sans
Human. Don't you know how to greet a new pal? Turn around and shake my hand.
Frisk
Ok
/Frisk turns around. Closes eyes. Holds out hand./
/Whoopie cushion noises/
Sans
Ha! The Whoppie cushion in your hand trick. Always gets a laugh from me. What's your name kid?
Frisk
Frisk
Sans
Good. Listen, I'm supposed to be on lookout for humans, but I don't do my job very well because I don't care about it. My brother on the other hand, he is a human hunting fanatic. There he is in the distan— and he's coming over! Quick! Hide behind that conveniently shaped lamp!
/Frisk hides. Listens to conversation./
Papyrus
Hello brot— WHY ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR POST?!
Sans
I'm on break.
Papyrus
You have been on break for three hours. I shall have you know that THE GREAT PAPYRUS hasn't had a break in 12 hours. What have you been doing the whole time?
Sans
Staring at this lamp.
Papyrus
Whah??? Anyways, I shall go and wait for a human. I'm starting to think that another one won't ever come... NYEH HEH HEH. I'm sure one will though.
Sans
Maybe staring at the lamp will help.
Papyrus
/Ignoring Sans/ Bye, Sans. I shall be on watch for Humans. NYEH HEH HEH
Sans
Bye, bro.
/Papyrus walks away./
Sans
You can come out now, Kid.
/Frisk comes out from behind lamp/
Sans
You know, my brother has been down recently. If you let him see you, maybe do a couple of his puzzles, then he may cheer up a bit.
Frisk
If it helps to cheer someone up, I'm in.
Sans
Thanks, kid. See you ahead.
/Sans walks in opposite direction of "ahead."/
/Cuts to Frisk walking towards the skeletons. Notices a rock behind him as he comes to a stop./
Papyrus
As I was saying about Undyne— OH MY GOSH!! Is that a human?
Sans
/Looking at rock/ I think that's a rock.
Papyrus
Oh
Sans
What is that in front of the rock?
Papyrus
/Turns around as well as Sans/ Is THAT a human?
Sans
Yeah.
Papyrus
/Turns around again/ HUMAN! YOU SHALL NOT PASS THIS AREA! THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL STOP YOU! NYEH HEH HEH
Sans
Stop shouting.
Papyrus
You shall have to solve my puzzles! Prepare to be shocked by my genius!
/Papyrus hits the button. Trap springs out of ground. Big square./
Sans
This one huh?
Papyrus
Yes brother. Now stop interrupting. This puzzle is simple. You hold the orb. If you step on the wrong place on the trap, the orb will shock you! Now walk human!
/Frisk starts to walk./
Papyrus
STOP! Why is the puzzle shocking me?
Sans
Because you are holding the orb.
Papyrus
Oh. I shall bring the orb to you human. /Walks along the path leaving foot prints for Frisk to follow/
/Frisk walks along path that Papyrus set./
Papyrus
Human! You solved that easily. Too easily... Never matter. THE GREAT PAPYRUS will have you in King Asgore's palace in no time!
Frisk
Who is "King Asgore?"
Papyrus
King Asgore is the king of all monsters. He keeps us safe, and will take your soul to break the barrier that keeps us underground.
Frisk
/Sarcastically/ Charming.
Papyrus
Human! I shall see you up ahead. Brother, let us leave! NYEH HEH HEH
Sans
Ok. See you later human! /Walks in opposite direction of brother/
Frisk
Well, that was weird.
/Time skip with the 20 minutes later thing from Spongebob./
/Frisk comes across plate of spaghetti with microwave. No outlet to heat up. Note from Papyrus/
Papyrus
Human! This is a trap! The trap is that you will be so busy eating the spaghetti, that you will not. notice that you are not progressing! NYEH HEH HEH!
The Spaghetti is so cold that it is stuck to the table.
Frisk
Yeah. I'm not eating that.
Frisk
/While walking whistling "Hey Brother" sees Papyrus in distance/ PAPYRUS!!!
Papyrus
Augh! Oh, hello human! I thought that you would take longer.
Frisk
/Sees Sans walking up to Papyrus/ Hey, Sans!
Sans
'Ey kid. This here is my puzzle. Solve it at your own risk.
Papyrus and Frisk
/Sees word search on ground/ That is your puzzle?
Sans
Yeah. Why?
Frisk
I'll do it.
/5 minutes later/
Frisk
Done!
Papyrus
SANS! Why did you put a crossword puzzle on the ground.
Sans
Maybe I should've used today's crossword bro.
Papyrus
Today's? Ugh. Why did you put a crossword? Junior Jumble is much harder than crossword!
Frisk and Sans simultaneously
Crossword is harder.
Papyrus
Never mind. Human, this last puzzle will be much harder than the previous ones. If you pass the next puzzle, we will allow you to "crash" at our "crib." Am I saying the "slang" correctly Sans?
Sans
Yeah bro. You are.
Papyrus
Good. NYEH HEH HEH. Bye human!
Fade out
Cut to Frisk walking through forest.
Frisk
/Yawning/ What a da—
Doggo
Did something move, because if something did, I'll make sure it never moves again!
Frisk
I seriously don't want to deal with you right now.
Doggo
What moved? Was it a human?
Frisk
No, I'm a banana.
Doggo
Oh, you may pass, but you cannot move. I will sleep now.
Frisk
Weird.
Frisk
/Sees small dog in armor in distance/ Awwwwwwwwww. I'll pet the dog.
/Frisk goes to dog. Starts to pet dog/
Lesser Dog-/Stretches neck so long that it hits top of the Underground/
Frisk
I used to like dogs until today.
/Fade to Frisk walking. Sees another dog in distance playing in snow. Looks small./
Frisk
Not again. Oh wait...
/Dog gets up. In seven foot tall armor./
Greater dog
Woof.
Frisk
Are you kidding?!?!? This is getting ridiculous.
/Frisk reaches out to pet the dog./
/Greater dog jumps out of suit. Corgi. Barks happily like puppy. Gets pets. Gets in suit. Plays in snow again./
/Cut to black./
/Cut to Frisk whistling Hurt by Johnny Cash./
Frisk
/Sees PAPYRUS in distance again/ Yay. It's bone-face-Skeleton-dude-who-tries-to-capture-me-and-stuff.
Papyrus
Human! Hello! This machine will activate a puzzle designed by Dr. Alphys. Every time it is different.
You have to get from the that side to this one. Red tiles are impassible. Yellow tiles are electric. Green tiles start a fight between you and a Froggit. Orange tiles make you smell like oranges. Blue tiles are water tiles, which are electrified when adjacent to yellow tiles and are full of piranhas that like oranges; if you're orange scented, then you will be eaten. Purple tiles are slippery; you'll go right through them to the next tile. The lemon-scented soap on the purple tiles will wash away your orange smell; piranhas do not like lemon scent. Pink tiles do nothing. Are you ready?
Frisk
Wha?
Papyrus
NOW!!! NYEH HEH HEH(Activates puzzle. Squares alternate until they make a path of pink squares all across the board) WHAT?!?!?!? THIS IS THE WORST!!! Aaarrrrggghhh! 🕈☟✡ 👎⚐ 💣✡ ❄☼✌🏱💧 ✌☠👎 🏱🕆☪☪☹☜💧 ☠☜✞☜☼ 🕈⚐☼😐✍ (Why do my traps and puzzles never work?)
Sans
Woah, man. Calm down on the W.D.G's.
Papyrus
Never matter this setback! I shall capture this human with any means necessary.
/10 minutes later/
Frisk
/Crossing bridge/ I am proper froze right now. Wait. Is that?
Staring across the bridge, they see Papyrus running to meet them.
Papyrus
/Panting/ Human! This is the ultimate trap! If you don't come peacefully, then I will be forced to activate it and bring your soul to Asgore.
Papyrus-/Shows Frisk what the trap has in store for them. There is a cannon, a flamethrower, a dog on a string, a saw blade, and two spears/ No... this isn't giving you a fair chance at making it through. I will give you mercy this once.
Frisk
Thank you very much.
/Cut to Frisk walking through the forest. Fog is encroaching./
/"Bonetrousle" starts to play/
Frisk
Wow. This fog is just the thickest thing ever.
Frisk sees an outline in the distance. It's Papyrus.
Papyrus
Human! I have alerted Captain Undyne and she told me..
/Papyrus puts on a Swedish accent./
Papyrus
Capture the human and bring them to me... I have to bring you to Undyne human. Come willingly and I will be forced to fight you.
Frisk
/Whispering/ What can I do? Ah! /Normal speaking volume/ Hey Sweetbones.
Papyrus
Is this flirting? Do you really feel that way?
/The fight stops immediately./
Papyrus
How about a date, human.
Frisk
Ok....
Papyrus
NYEH-heh-heh!
Papyrus runs away.
Frisk
That was weird.
/Cut to black/
/Fade in to Frisk coming across a sentry station with Sans behind the desk./
Sans
Hey human. Wanna get food later.
Frisk
Sure. Where?
Sans There's a place I like called "Grillby's." The owner is really nice. His name is Grillby. He works so fast that you could swear that he is on fire.
Frisk
I have the feeling that that is a joke...
Sans
You'll see. C'mon. I know a shortcut.
/Fade to black/
/At Grillby's/
/The song "Sans" starts to play/
Sans
Here we are. There's Grillby. /Points at man behind counter who is made of fire/
Frisk
Ooooooohhhh. What they got here?
Sans
Here. /Hands Frisk the menu/
Frisk
(Hears a voice in the back of their head saying ("THE SOULS OF THE INNOCENT"))Can I have one burger please?("NOOOOOOOOO!!") Two burgers.
Sans
Sure kid. Hey Grillbz! Three orders of the burg.
Grillby
/Nodding/ Sure Sans. /Whispering/ Who's the kid?
Sans
/Whispering/ Fell down from the surface.
Grillby
/Whispering/ Human?
Sans
/Whispering/ Yep.
Grillby
/Normal speaking volume/ Pay your tab, Sans.
Sans
Soon. Soon.
Grillby
Why do I even bother?
Sans
So kid, how'd you fall down here?
Frisk
I tripped. I tripped on a pile of bat poop.
Sans
Ew.
Frisk
Yeeaaahhh... How old are you Sans?
Sans
I fought against the humans that drove us down here. That was well over seven hundred years ago. Of course, I still had meat on my bones then.
/Cut to after burgers were finished./
Sans
Y'know kid, I made a promise a while ago.
/Fade out to shot of door Frisk came out of./
Sans
I was at the door practicing my Knock-Knock jokes. I knocked and a woman on the other side answered. We joked for a while until it was time to go home. Papyrus gets mad without his bedtime story. We agreed to be back the next day. We continued this cycle for about a year, but one day she was there early. She said to me, "Sir, if a human ever comes through here, will you promise to protect it no matter what?" 'Bein me I replied, "Depends on the type of human, but I will try to protect them no matter what." Kid, if I hadn't made that promise, YOU'D BE DEAD WHERE YOU STAND...
/Frisk makes the "What in the heck are you talking about?" face./
Sans
Just kidding! You should've seen the look on your face! PRICELESS!!!
Frisk
Whew...
Sans
I am really surprised. I usually don't have the guts to finish a burg. It always passes through me. No wonder I'm just skin and bones—
Frisk
Stop.
Sans
Why? Not tickling your funny bo—
Frisk
Don't finish that sentence.
Sans
K kid. If you ever need anything, then here is my number.
/Walking out of Grillby's. Hears Grillby and Sans arguing. Decides to stay out of it./
/Fade out to black./
/Fade in to Frisk walking/
Frisk 14
/Hears a waterfall in distance./ What is that?
Monster Kid
That's Waterfall.
/Frisk turns around ready to punch. Sees armless bipedal short monster./
Monster Kid
Hello! I can tell that you are a kid as well. You are wearing a striped shirt!
Frisk
So you mean that if you wear a striped shirt, that you are automatically a kid. That's kind of flawed logic. What if some adult comes by with a striped shirt. Is it illegal to wear striped shirts if you're over a certain age? To many questions.
Monster Kid
Yup. There are a lot of questions. No answers though.
Frisk
Listen, new characters only show up when I am about to fight something, so who am I going to fight?
Monster Kid
Undyne, the coolest, strongest, fishiest monster in the Underground.
Frisk
Fishiest?
Monster Kid
Yup.
Frisk
Alright... Which way do I go then?
Monster Kid
Just keep going the way you're going.
Frisk
Thanks I guess.
/Starts raining/
Frisk
So MK, why are you in this desolate part of the UnderGround?
Monster Kid
To watch Undyne train!
Frisk
/Under breath/ Stalker.
Monster Kid
What?
Frisk
Nothing! Wait... I see a door in the distance. I shall go to open it. See ya, Monster Kid!
Monster Kid
What door?
Frisk
The one right there.
Monster Kid
Whatever. Bye!
Frisk
Do dee do. Going through a door.
/On the other side of the door is a black void. There is only a floor and a speck of white in the distance. Frisk walks to the speck of white. It turns around, revealing itself as a tall black and white humanoid figure./
/"Dark, Darker, Yet Monster" plays/
🕈📬 👎📬 ☝✌💧❄☜☼
☟☜☹☹⚐📬 ✋ ✌💣 ☝✌💧❄☜☼ ✌☠👎 ✋ ❄✌☹😐 🕈✋❄☟ ❄☟☜ ☟✌☠👎💧📬
Frisk
What?
🕈📬 👎📬 ☝✌💧❄☜☼
⚐☟📬 ✌☠ ☜☠☝☹✋💧☟ 💧🏱☜✌😐☜☼📬 Let me try again. I am Gaster and I talk with the hands.
Frisk
Oh hello, Gaster. Who are you exactly?
W. D. Gaster
I am a being who built a magnificent machine. The one that gives all the power to the Underground.
Frisk
Well, thank you for lighting the way.
Gaster
Well, thank you very much child. What is your name?
Frisk
Frisk.
Gaster
Very nice name. Anyways, I am the one who built the only power source in the Underground. One day I fell into my creation, erasing me from the memories of nearly all and scattering me across time and space. Only those who have space-time powers are able to see me, or remember me. These are my son and you as far as I know.
Frisk
Wait. I. Have. Space-Time. Powers?!
Gaster
Yes. As the only human in the Underground, you have the power to RESET.
If you die in a fight you will be able to go back to the last time you were filled with DETERMINATION.
Frisk
What if I have never felt determined?
Gaster
(Motioning towards the camera)Then we wasted the last two minutes of their lives.
Frisk
Oh. Well then. Bye!
W. D. G.
Goodbye, Frisk. Good luck on your travels.
/Frisk waves to Gaster on his way out. Gaster knows that he will never see them again, but he is filled with DETERMINATION to get out of the VOID anyway./
/Cut to Frisk walking out of the door. Door disappears behind them./
Frisk
Oh what a day. What a lovely day. I fell down a hole, met a goat mom, escaped goat mom, had the worst dream of my life, met a lazy Skelton, met an egotistical skeleton, was served food by a man made of fire, met a kid with no arms, and entered the void. I should post this on my blog later.
/Frisk takes out their phone. Has no bars./
Frisk
Dang it.
Chara
Yes. Harness your anger.
Frisk
Chara No!
Chara
Chara yes.
Frisk
Shut up, Chara.
Chara
Ok. /Mimicking Papyrus/ NYEH-HEH-HEH! I hope you get to see me again... I hope they make it quick...
Frisk
No! I will not let you kill Papyrus!
Chara
/Mimicking Toriel/ Ok then my child.
Frisk
Or Toriel.
Chara
/Mimicking Sans/ You sure there kid?
Frisk
NO!!
/Frisk uses all of their mental power to push back Chara./
/Fade to black/
/Cut to Frisk walking/
Frisk
Where is Papyrus? I haven't seen him in a while.
/Frisk sees Papyrus in distance./
Frisk
Oh. There he is. What is he doing though?
/Frisk listens to Papyrus' conversation./
Papyrus
Hello, Undyne! How are yo— What? Have I captured the human? No. I haven't. The human is to nice to capture. Are you mad Undyne? You're mad. Why?
Frisk
Papyrus...
So naive.
Papyrus
What! You're going to kill the human? No. Y-y-you c-can't. They're too nice. They had every chance to kill me and my brother. They didn't.
/There is a quick pause./
Papyrus
How do I know this isn't a mask? I just have the gut feeling. Yes, I know I have that feeling about everybody, but especially about this human. Please don't kill them...
/Frisk watches Papyrus walk away sadly. Sees an armored figure standing still. Something like 8 foot tall./
Frisk
Imma just go this way 'cause that armored figure looks like it is ready to ki—
/Spear Of Justice plays/
Undyne
GNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH.
/Frisk stops in their tracks. Looks behind them. There is a gigantic monster standing there./
Frisk
Well, crap.
/Frisk running montage. Runs into tall grass seeing a flash of Orange mixed with the green. Undyne runs in as well./
Undyne
Come here you little freak.
/Undyne grabs Monster Kid instead of Frisk./
MK
Hi, Undyne!!! You're so cool!
/Undyne puts down MK./
Undyne
Must have been a trick of the light. Let's get you home. You live in?...
MK
Waterfall.
Undyne
Alright. Stay away from the human, ok.
MK
/Not as exited/ ok.
/Undyne walks off carrying MK giving Frisk the chance to escape. Frisk runs until he comes upon Sans' sentry station./
Frisk
Oh thank God. Sans, I have had the craziest day. I need rest.
Sans
Well kid. Remember how Papyrus said that you could stay at our "crib." Well... do you wanna stay at the house of skeletons, or die from Undy—
Frisk
Stay at your house!!!
Sans
Ok. I know a shortcut.
/In less than a second Sans and Frisk are in a living room of sorts. There is a moldy sock in the corner./
Frisk
What, where, how, when?
Sans
Forgettaboutit.
Frisk
Why is there a moldy sock?
Sans
Because.
Frisk
Why?
Sans
Because.
Frisk
WHY?!?!?
Sans
Kid, are you going to act like a four-year-old for the rest of the night, because if you do...
/Sans' eyes disappear. A shadow from nowhere appears on his face./
Sans
You're gonna have a bad time...
Frisk
Ok then... Where is Papyrus?
Sans
Still out on sentry duty.
Frisk
Sentry duty?
Sans
Papyrus is that one guy that wants to protect everyone, which the Royal Guard would allow him to do. In order to join the Royal Guard he has to get chosen by the Captain, which you met earlier. She hasn't chosen him yet, but he is hopeful. Sentry duty is one way to make enter the raffle of sorts.
Frisk
That makes sense. What are the sentries guarding for?
Sans
Humans.
Frisk
That explains a few things.
Sans
/Pointing to room/ There is the kitchen. Inside of the kitchen is the fridge. Don't touch my ketchup. Also in the kitchen is the trash can. Use it whenever you want. /Pointing to smaller room/ There is the bathroom. I have no idea why we have it, but use that when you want, just dust a few things first. Follow me upstairs.
/Sans appears atop the stairs. Frisk has no idea how he got there. Once Frisk gets to the top Sans starts talking again./
Sans
The room closer to the stairs belongs to Papyrus and the one with the strobe light is mine. Don't go in either without my or Papyrus' permission.
Frisk
Just wondering, but why is Papyrus dressed like there is a costume party in a couple hours?
Sans
There was a costume party. Three weeks ago. He hasn't taken of his (Sans makes air quotes) "Battle Body" since. He washes it. By that I mean he showers with it on.
/Frisk hears the door open downstairs./
/Papyrus walks in carrying a bag of groceries./
Papyrus
Brother! Where are you?
Sans
Up here giving the human a tour.
Papyrus
THE HUMAN?!?!?
Sans
Yeah. The human.
Frisk
Hi.
/Frisk waves at Papyrus./
Papyrus
Human. I have decided something. We shall go on a date.
Frisk
Alright.
Papyrus
Alright then. We shall go to my room and do whatever people do when they go out on a date!
Sans
Good luck, Papyrus. Hope this one sticks.
Papyrus
I do to, Sans. My first ever date! Dad would be so proud.
Sans
He would be proud anyway though.
Papyrus
Why?
Sans
Because you put BACKBONE into all your work.
/Papyrus cringes./
Sans
You're everyone's VERTE-BRUH.
/Papyrus cringes so hard that his face is momentarily stuck./
Sans
And you chill everyone down to the BONE.
/Papyrus' expression is so bad that when he steps back, his expression is still stuck in the air. He steps back into his expression./
Papyrus
OH MY GOD!!!! BROTHER!!! GO AND THINK ABOUT YOUR CRIMES AGAINST MONSTER-KIND.
Sans
Thoughts thunked.
Papyrus
Ok then. No puns while I'm on my date with the human.
/During this whole interaction Frisk was just standing there thinking about random things making the straight lines face./
Papyrus
Are you ready, human?
Frisk
/Confused/ Huh? /Realizing/ Oh, yeah.
Papyrus
Goodbye, Sans.
Sans
See ya, Pap.
/Frisk and Papyrus walk into Papyrus' room./
Papyrus
So human, what shall we do on our date?
Frisk
/Ignoring/ O! A computer!
Papyrus
Yes,I use that to use the internet! I am very popular there. There is this one guy, "BackBONE40704" that is always bugging me. I don't know why.
/Frisk knows that this BACKBONE040704 is Sans./
/Papyrus' voice sounds far away now./
Chara
/In Frisk's mind/ Yeah. It's pretty easy to tell who this BackBONE character is.
Frisk
/Internally screaming at Chara in their mind/ GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
Chara
Nope.
Frisk
/Still in their head/ GET OUT!!!
Papyrus
/Starting out quietly then getting gradually louder/ Human! Human?
/Papyrus is trying to get their attention./
Frisk
Oh yeah, Papyrus?
Papyrus
You were really zoned out there. I was getting worried.
Frisk
Oh... Sorry.
Papyrus
It is no problem human! We are going to have time that is the opposite of one that is bad.
Frisk
What?
Papyrus
We are going to have a great time!
Frisk
Oh.
/The dating song plays./
Frisk
Where is that coming from?
Papyrus
What?
Frisk
That music.
Papyrus
What music?
Frisk
Nevermind.
Papyrus
HUMAN!!!
Frisk
/Annoyed/ Stop screaming in my ear.
This is what I have so far. Thank you for reading this. Here are pictures of the characters.
Frisk
Your Comfort Place
I've seen your first steps and the way you waddled.
I remember your new dog.
Bucky, was it?
Your first bus ride.
Yellow and black, taking you away.
I was there when you broke your arm climbing on me.
That day you got your first friend.
You started to bring more people to play on me.
Suddenly, you stopped though.
Playing on me that is.
I foresaw your first kiss when you started hanging out with that girl.
She was sweet, really.
You were very nice to her,
and she loved you for it.
Those sobs still haunt me, the day that Bucky died.
You left me for a while.
Until you came back, to sit underneath me.
I listened while you ranted about college and how stressful it was.
My favorite memory was that time you proposed.
She was very lovely.
Both of you were childhood friends.
Since that moment, you rarely came again.
Once in a while, you would take your darling children to visit me.
They grew older and taller every time they came to see me.
You kept on growing too;
Older, plumper, and happier.
Every time I saw you, a few more gray hairs layed atop your head.
Your children's children saw me too.
The visits you treated me with became less and less until it stopped.
The saddest thing, to me, was seeing your children and relatives weep over your death.
One of the most amazing parts of my life was watching you grow up.
Thank you, for choosing me to be your comfort place.
Mixed Breeds Chaper 1: Time to say Goodbye
Chapter 1
Time to say Goodbye
Nala stared at a grizzled family photo, her parents animated and joyous, but yet their faces forever frozen. The more Nala stared at her father's carrot-colored hair and her mother's blissful cheeks, the more she hated her existence. Her guardians were forever jaded. Her elder sister, more lost than Nala, tore the photo from her palms. She ripped the photo into a rife of crumbs.
" Why?" Nala asked to her sister.
" They're gone. " Her sister spoke. Speechless, Nala's sister inched over to the exit of the room. As soon as she was away, Nala picked up the many pieces of paper and took them outside. For a moment, she stood there with the papers locked in her fist. Then she unleashed the picture from her hands. The air took it away from her. She looked as the pieces drifted away into a better existence. Nala started to pace way from home. She wasn't thinking, but she kept going foot after foot. It didn't hurt, well, not anymore than it hurt inside. She knew that her choice, a foolish one, to flee her home that she knew all through her childhood was wrong, but she didn't stop. All Nala had was a scythe, a small memento from her dead father, tied like always to her back. The sun began to set over an empty hill that was behind a range of mountains. She decided to rest on that hill for the night, Nala wasn't going back.
When Nala got to the tip of the hill, she looked down, surprised to see a glimpse of a town, she never knew had existed. The maps she used back at her home never had this landmark. Then, she really knew she was far from home. She decided to take rest in that town as she tread to the gleaming city. Soon after arriving, people looked at her. Alienated, Nala looked at the ground and not to others. She saw a deserted alley with a trash can. She walked, not frightened by the darkness that she was oh so familiar with. Slowly walking, She sat by the garbage, having no need to close her eyes to have peace, because the alley was quiet. Nala felt the rhythm of her breathing. She stopped for a second. A sound of breathing kept going. She saw a figure, a man. " Who's there?" The voice asked, frightened.
"I'm Nala, I fled from my old home." She continued," my parents are dead and I can't stand to live with my sister, what is your name sir?"
The man stepped closer," I'm Constant." The man was barely taller than Nala, Nala looked close to his face. Pale, his hair was a light indigo, his eyes were grey, it struck Nala like lightning, he was blind.
" Do you have a home Constant?" She asked.
" No, my oldest memory is here, in this ally," Constant explained. Nala was watching him closely. He started to physically float, as if he was an air ship. He was still close to the ground. His shape started to shift. His ears grew to a point and his face grew long. Nala couldn't believe it, he was a mixed breed, of human and wolf. She had heard of it, but it had never come true.
" Umm," Nala whispered.
" I know,"he said," every time I relax my bones people tell me I float, and turn into a mixed bread, I can sense it in you."
" What?" Nala interrupted.
" You are a mixed breed too," he said," A fox, I don't know why, but I can feel it in you Nala."
" I feel it in you too, but your a wolf." Nala said curiously.
" A mixed breed could be anything." Constant stated.
" I need some rest. " Nala admitted.
" I do as well, we can talk more in the morning," Constant agreed. Nala forced her eyes closed. She found it hard to rest. She couldn't stop her flying thoughts. She told her mind to shut up and managed to get some sleep. When she woke up she saw Constant with two pieces of bread laid out on a towel.
" How did you do that?" She asked.
" I see your up, well I don't technically SEE you are up, but-"
Nala stopped him," I get it, really though, how did you do that?"
" I smelled fresh bread, followed it, and stole it. What do you want from me?" He said.
" Wow," Nala said. She ate a piece. She saw Constant having trouble reaching his bread, she took his hands and led them to the bread.
" Thanks," he said, embarrassed.
" Nothing to be ashamed of," Nala teased.
" I want you to transform," Constant continued," just relax your bones and let this spirit that you feel grabbing on to you take hold."
" Easier said than done," Nala whined.
" Do it," he forced.
Nala laid down. She felt nervous, because she felt something take ahold of her. She forced herself to relax. She stood back up. She leaned down to see black, white and red paws, like the ends of her hair. She was on four legs.
" I did it!" She exclaimed. She walked over to a puddle where she saw her reflection. Orange as she expected, because of her red hair. The ends of her tail, ears, and paws were red, black, and white. A replica of herself, but in the form of a fox?
" Excellent!" Constant exclaimed.
" Have you met any other mixed breeds?" Nala asked.
" Yes," Constant spit out," Two friends," Noah and Ajax."
" Where are they now?" Nala asked.
" No clue," Constant sighed.
" We need to become strong," Nala stated," We should train together and battle each other for practice."
" Deal," Constant agreed," from now on we are sworn enemies."
"Constant, do you have a weapon of choice yet?" Asked Nala.
" No, my powers are the wind, I can control its direction and its movement, I am the wind," Constant said high and mighty.
" Well... I have a scythe," Nala said.
" You seem like the kind of rare person to have a scythe," Constant supported.
" Sure," Nala rolled her eyes.
" Really though," Constant smiled.
" Compared to controlling the wind a scythe seems foolish," Nala bickered.
" Not when the one controlling the wind is blind," Constant added.
" True," Nala finally agreed.
" We need to find a real place to stay," Nala said after a long silence.
" I had money, a lot as a matter of fact, I don't know how I got it, but I lost it a while ago," Constant said, ashamed.
" Umm, that's alright, I'm sure I can find it for you Constant, stay here," Nala suggested.
" Alright," Constant agreed," come back here if you find it, if not, come back in three or so hours. Nala walked out of the oblivion of an ally, almost blinded by the bright, vivid sun. Her eyes finally adjusted to the glaring light. She scanned the warm streets of the town that was called the Eastern town. Nala previously lived in the South town. Once again people had their eyes fixed on Nala. Quickly, she decided she needed a bath. She walked to a nearby public gym she opened the doors to the vast room. She saw strong people pushing weights from their chest. Strangely, one man seems to strike Nala. He had red and black hair and Crimson eyes. She could sense the spirit that she felt in Constant and herself. She ignored this fueling energy. She walked over to the girls locker room and showers. There were a few girls looking at Nala. Luckily Nala thought to leave her scythe in the ally with Constant. She took off the heat of her clothes. It had been almost a week since Nala bathed. She was unpleasant with her appearance. She washed away her filth and grime. She used up the whole bar of soap and figured it was a good time to stop. She dried herself off and put back on her clothes, a red tank top, black sweatpants, and a red sweatshirt. Nala picked up the shabby and old hair drier they put out for girls like Nala. Her red hair was down she looked at the black, white, and red ends of her hair. For some reason, she hated her hair down. Nala thought it made her look weak. She tied back her long fine hair leaving out her side bangs. Feeling clean, Nala walked out of the GYM, less people looked at her, but Nala still got the occasional glance.
Nala looked in other streets, no sign of any sort of wallet or money clip. Dissatisfied, Nala walked back to the ally that she spent her first night and met Constant.
"Hey," Nala sighed.
" Any luck?" Constant asked, already knowing the answer.
"No," Nala said, trying not to upset him.
Nala sat next to the garbage can. She barely glanced around the area. Before she did a double take, a wallet was underneath the dumpster. Excited, she pulled out the wallet.
" Found it, it was right here the whole time, dummy," Nala teased.
" What do you expect me to do? Look for it?" Constant joked," how much money do I have?" Nala opened up a compartment of his wallet.
" Geese dude, you have a credit card and a slip from the bank that says your balance on your card is 332,000 dollar debt, how did you just forget about something like that?" Nala asked puzzled.
" Oh yeah, that's right I won 300,000 dollars in a bet. The bet was if I could beat Ajax in a playful fight I got 1,000,000 dollars. I won. He under estimated me. He was so alarmed I actually won, that he is still trying to pay off what he promised me. So almost every month he adds about 1,000 dollars to my bank account," Constant explained.
" He was a mixed bread, that's right," Nala continued," what was this Ajax guy like anyways?"
" He was strong, he is a mixed breed with a wolf and I don't really know what the details are of his face or whatever you call it, because well, I can't see, but people tell me his eyes are an alarming Crimson," Constant answered. Nala had a flash back to when she was at the GYM and saw that guy with the red and black hair and the astonishing eyes. She sensed the presence of another spirit inside him.
" Earth to Nala," Constant snapped.
" Sorry, it's just that I think I saw Ajax it the gym where I showered," Nala explained," by the way, how do you stay so clean if you never shower?"
Constant shrugged," Magic."
" I want to learn that kind of magic," Nala laughed.
Constant always wore the same things and looked the same, His hair, light indigo, his eyes, grey obviously, a grey shirt and brown pants. In that way, he and Nala were similar. Ordinary people would look at Nala and Constant and see two completely different people, she had a theme of fire and red, and constant was more ice and blue, but what would fire be with no ice, and what would ice be with no fire? All these thoughts flew through Nala's broad mind. Once again, Constant had to snap Nala out of her state of mind.
Nostalgia
A gentle, smooth breeze fell from violet heavens, tossing up jade green grass that swayed at the disturbance. A short, amber haired woman sat up from the tall, thick carpet of grass. Her posture was sturdy but as the last sliver of the dying sun retreated beyond the horizon, she melted back down. Her knees flattened the grass underneath them, leaving a sticky green residue. As her hands cupped her eyes, tears fell in the basins of her palms only to seep from between her fingers and fall to grass like rain. A tall female figure entered with dirty blond hair, charred at the edges, tangled at the nape of her neck. She approached the shorter, kneeling down. She brought her finger to she shorter’s chin raising it so that they could meet eyes. The amber haired woman’s eyes were puffy and red. As she recognized the taller her silent sobs became exasperated cries, gaining volume. With worry, the blonde woman tried to soothe and calm the other, to no avail. The amber haired maiden suddenly hugged the taller woman’s waist and nuzzled her face into the other’s breast, cries diminishing back to voiceless hiccups.
The taller woman stroked the amber hair of her partner in the empty field, it was smooth as silk. She weaved her fingers through as if it were cat’s fur. Every breath the two took was in harmony from inhale to exhale.
“Why, after all we’ve been through you act as though I am a stranger,” the tall dame’s voice was motherly, and smooth.
“I-I thought you were gone… I thought I’d never get you back,” grip tightening, the amber haired woman’s voice seemed to choke from her throat. “Who’s to say this isn’t a dream, Who’s to say you aren’t here.”
“Try as you might you can’t get rid of me,” with sincerity, the blonde smiled. Pressure was released from the blonde’s waist as the blue green eyes of her captor met her own.
“You… remembered?” puffy eyes, wide with shock were plastered on the amber haired woman’s face. Memories came flooding back in the minds of both women, tears filling their eyes.
“How could I forget?” Chuckling, the blonde pulled the short woman into another, firm, hug.
“Catch up buttercup!” Called the blonde young woman, mockingly.
“Baylee!” scolded the young amber haired girl, “I told you not to go so fast!”
“I told you not to go so slow,” Baylee snorted, walking backwards. The face of the amber haired girl contorted into a mild sneer, eyes rolling in their sockets. “I just… don’t wanna be late. You know how much I don’t like that Austin,” Walking forward again, Baylee seemed to slow down.
“I know…” Austin jogged to catch up, “ everything ok with your mom? She didn’t seem to like that you joined me for coffee.”
“Yeah, it’s fine. Mom’s a pain in the neck, but I get by,” Baylee mumbled, “ Thanks for inviting me to go out for breakfast.”
“No problem! It’s a good way to start the day. Knowing your mom you don’t get a good brea-” Austin bit her tongue seeing Baylee’s face sink. “Sorry.”
The two walked silently for awhile. “Don’t be sorry,” Baylee grumbled.
“No, really that was insensitive of me. I’m sorry,” Austin frantically tried to apologize.
“You’ve done enough, I forgive you, lets just drop the subject,” Baylie snapped. Austin held back to need to say “I’m sorry” another time. Tears welled in Baylee’s eyes. After walking again for a long while, with silence dragging like the girls feet, the two arrived near the coffee shop. “I would like to pay for my own coffee.”
“Baylee, We had an agreement: You join me for coffee and I pay for it,” Austin pleaded.
“Why, out of pity? Because ‘Oh she’s so poor, she can’t even get a coffee!’” Baylee’s mood swung again. “You’re part of the reason I’m in this mess!” Austin reeled back, freighted at the sudden change in mood.
“I just wanted to get you a coffee. Ya’ know, cuz I think you’re cool and sweet, and i wanted to take you out for a treat. You’ve helped me at school and with my own problems it’s only fair that I do something in return,” Pleading, and panting, Austin tried to be level headed.
“Then Stop!” Baylee’s eyes were clasped shut. Before Austin could do anything, Baylee leaned against the wall and slid down. Her eyes rested on her knees and she cried. Austin wanted nothing more than to pat her on the back, and to say ‘it's ok’, but she simply sat down next to her. A few people walked by, giving awkward glances but Austin still just sat there.
“W-why don't you just… le-leave me be..?” Baylie sputtered
“Because, try as you might, you can't get rid of me.” Austin mumbled supportively.
“I’m sorry…” Baylee hiccuped, “You-r-re t-the ni- nicest person… I-I’ve ever met an- and…”
“Shhhh….” Austin cautiously rubbed Baylee’s back, trying her hardest be comforting. “Do you wanna just, go inside, get some coffee, and talk it out?” Baylee lifted her head and nodded. After helping her up, Austin took Baylee into the coffee shop. They walked to the counter and told their orders to the barista. “Can you go save our table?” Another nod from Baylee.
Austin gave the barista the money plus a handsome tip for dealing with an emotional Baylee. “Thank you. Your coffee with be done shortly,” the barista smiled. Austin grabbed a few sugar packets from the counter and walked over to Baylee, who had chosen a lovely booth next to one of the large windows. Baylee don’t seem phased as Austin sat down.
“Again, I’m sorry for snapping at you…” Baylee sniffled, and stared blankly out the window. “I just… I’m just not used to other people being nice to me.” Austin tore one of the sugar packets and poured it straight into her mouth, sucking on the granules of sugar. “You’re really nice, and trusting, and smart, and I think you’re really pretty and every part of you makes me love hanging around you,” Austin felt her mouth go dry after swallowing the mixture of spit and Pure Cane Sugar.
“You’re so confident and open, everyone likes you. I really like you,” the color drained from Austin’s face. The way Baylee said it. Every dot connected in Austin’s mind and she felt tears well in her eyes.
“Oh… my… Baylee… I’m so sorry” Austin dropped the sugar packets and held her hands over her mouth. The fear of rejection began to burn in Baylee’s mind.
“Sorry I mentioned i-” Austin cut her off after reaching across the table and hugging Baylee tightly.
“I’m sorry,” Austin’s voice was muffled in Baylee’s shoulder, and after a moment of mumbling apologies and rambling, Austin pulled out of the hug. She kept a firm grasp on Baylee’s shoulders. “Do you mean what I think you mean or am I over thinking it?” Austin begged.
“Um… I’m sure… but if you're uncomfortable-” Baylee said.
“As long as we can stay friends, you needn't worry. Are you… okay with this?” Austin tried to stay calm, but her body felt like putty held up by chopsticks. Baylee grinned nervously.
“How’s this-” Baylee leaned in and gently kissed Austin, whose hands fell from Baylee’s shoulders to the table. Austin felt her chest flutter and every part of her body relax. For just a moment the two had no worry, no pain, just each other. After a moment she left the kiss.”-for okay with this.”
The two women grinned at each other after recalling the memory.
“I remember that…” the red haired woman said, brushing loose hair from her face. “I wish I had told you how much that meant to me… how much you meant to me. I took it for granted… now…”
“Austin, it's not your fault…” as the blond woman spoke, she cupped the red haired woman's cheeks making small circles with her thumbs. Her a thought… a memory gnawed at her mind.
“I could’ve told you… how much you meant to me… how much I valued your time,” Austin mumbled.
“Like anyone could have known you we didn't have time,”
Cool night air filled Baylee’s lungs as she sighed. She walked up to her porch step, swiveling around to see Austin blow a nervous kiss. She blew one back and then waved. Turning again to face the door, her stomach tightened. Her backpack felt heavier, and an inkling of unknown origin rose in her brain. She slid her key into the door and opened it.
She was met with the sight of her mother, drunk, standing in the middle of the entry way. Eyes burning like cinders and hands placed firmly on her hips. “Don't you have anything to tell me?” Baylee’s mother said in an accusing manner.
“I fear I have no information to satisfy you mother,” Baylee stated professionally. She walked to the couch, tossing her bag on it. “I went with Austin to breakfast, picked up. My bag, went to school, and then went with Austin to the library to study. Nothing more nothing less.”
“Are you sure?” Her mother nagged with slurred speech.
“Not that I recall,” Baylee retorted fearlessly. She marched from the living room to the kitchen. The kitchen that reeked of alcohol and salt, making Baylee scowl. She continued to the fridge, disregarding the fact her mother loomed over her. After careful examination Baylee decided on chicken soup for the dinner of the night. “Chicken soup alright ma’?” Baylee asked, politely with a grain of salt.
“It's fine,” Baylee’s mother gritted her teeth.
“Then so be it,” taking day old rotisserie chicken, celery (a gift from the sweet woman next door), and some half eaten butter noodles, Baylee began. She laid out the celery and walked to the sink to get a knife and pot, along with swiping the chicken stock from the dingy cabinet. She cleaned out the pot and scrubbed muck of the knife, delivering them to the cutting board.
A shiver danced down Baylee’s arms and spine. She quickly closed the open window near the fridge before catching a glimpse at the space heater running in the living room. “Mom!” She scolded, stomping over to the space heater and slamming the off button. She stamped back to the kitchen and glared at her mother. She positioned herself at the cutting board with celery.
“Why do you care,” Baylee stopped all motion as she heard this.
"I dunno, maybe it's because last month's power bill made it so we had a hard time putting food on the table and paying other bills!" Baylee's voice slowly raised and her chopping got faster before a long exhale. Her mother was speechless.
"How dare you-" Her mother started
"Dare I what! How dare I make dinner, and clean the dishes and all the household chores AND manage to keep an A in all my classes so I might get a scholarship because your job of drinking and waiting for checks can't afford coffee let alone a future.!" Her eyes were heavy with tears that refused to fall. She bellowed, pouring chicken stock haphazardly into the pot. "How dare I try to improve our poor lifestyle."
Her mother gasped and seemingly growled at her daughter with total rage. Baylie walked to the sink and washed her hands of celery before she grabbed the towel off the oven door and dried her hands off. She placed the greasy towel a little too close to the gas stove. It hug in a pan of bacon fat.
"Oh really you do all the work! I do-" Baylee’s mother paused to ponder what her purpose to the household was. "I pay for the house! I pay for the roof you live under young lady!"
"Pfft hardly. Don't think you let the junk mail slip past me," Baylie said to herself quietly beginning to chop up chicken after throwing the celery in chicken stock.
The towel lit
“Baylee? Are you alright?” Baylee shook from her daze.
“Yeah… I’m fine…” She looked downcast with teary eyes.
“You know it’s not your fault either,” Austin looked up at Baylee, pressing her hand on Baylee’s cheek and adjusting her view to meet hers.
“I wish it was, I wish I could have said I was the problem and that I was fixed,” Her hand covered Austin's and pressed it to her cheek as she spoke, “but I’m not the problem. The problem is still out there, ruining something else… not paying for what
She did to me. What she did to everyone.” She stroked Austin’s hand while her teeth gritted within her cheeks.
Fire trickled down the towel until it popped into a ball of flame that was overlooked due to the argument. Venom was spat between the two women, oblivious until-
“BAYLEE WHY THE HELL’S THE STOVE ON FIRE?!” Baylee’s mom practically screamed. She rushed to the sink and grabbed a cup full of horrid looking water. She sloshed it over the fire that went on to explode little droplets of fire onto the walls. In a desperate attempt to protect her face, Baylee’s forearms rushed to black the attack. Small, fiery drops landed on her bare skin, stinging and immediately starting to form blisters.
“MOM!” Baylee swiped drops of fire from her arms, hands stinging. “WHY ARE YOU SO IDIOTIC?! YOU DON’T PUT OUT A GREASE FIRE WITH WATER!” Baylee scrambled to find a plate to suffocate the flames.
“NOW’S NOT THE TIME TO BE A SMARTASS, BAYLEE!” Pushing her daughter Baylee’s mom rushed around with no direction.
“CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT OR SOMETHING!” Baylee begged trying to get up.
“WHY DON’T YOU RESPECT ME?! WHY DO YOU ACT LIKE YOU’RE ALWAYS RIGHT!” Baylee’s mother pressed her daughter to the ground by her neck and chest.
“Mom- T-tHIS Isn’T AbOUt SmARTs oR POwer-” Baylee choked on smoke though her restricted windpipe. She shoved her mom off of her. “IT’S ABOUT LIFE OR DEATH!” Baylee’s mother hit her daughter firmly in the head, knocking her out. everything was black.
Hot salty tears fell down Baylee’s cheeks. “It hurt so much…”
“Baylee?”
“Everything hurt, it burned, I couldn’t breath. My mother got out Scott-free and I was left there!” Baylee Was slumped down and sobbed into Austin’s shoulder. “Left to die!”
“Baylie! That’s all over now, we’re free,” Austin was trying not to cry herself. “Everything’s ok.”
Austin’s feet crunched along the black charred floor. Just last night this would have been the living room to the beautiful suburban home. She looked around at warped door ways and windowsills, some even still had glass… most was shattered though. She walked around, coming to a doorway. The doorway was the one that would have been to Baylee’s room.
She tapped the frame lightly. “Can I come in?” Austin asked, shakily. She waited for an answer, though all she got was a howl from the wind through the desolate, broken walls. She sighed and walked through the doorway despite the lack of walls around it. “Sorry,” she apologized for entreating.
A few slivers of pink patterned wall paper still laid on the walls. It looked like a bomb had gone off in the room leaving a post-apocalyptic, Plutonian bedroom. The only furniture that remained was a bent lamppost and a bastardized bed frame. With mournful eyes, Austin noticed a curious little box beneath the bed. She exhaled.
“Sorry… again,” she said, kneeling down and reaching under the bed, and grabbing the box. It was heavy, made of a thick metal. “Guess that's why it survived… but why didn’t they get it?” Austin took note of the melted metal on the floor. “And there’s the lock.”
She felt horrible as she opened the box. She delicately opened moved napkins, setting them aside to re-examine later. She found a familiar plastic ring. She remembered winning it with Baylee. Tears overflowed blurring her vision. She put it back and picked up one of the napkins.
It read:
Welcome to the Austin box. If you’re reading this,
you’re probably austin. I wrote this when I made
The Box so I don’t yet know what's in it. Well I
know the ring is in here. Do you remember it?
Well I’m running out of space on the napkin.
Love you
-Baylee
Austin cried at she read this. Her tears smeared the writing on the napkin slightly. She grabbed the ring and slid it on her ring finger. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated over and over. Rocking back and forth.
Austin was crying now too. She felt the plastic ring on her finger and slid it with her thumb. She held Baylee’s right hand out and slid it on.
“For an eternity…” she whispered. The two clung together like it was just them, forever.
The taller woman stroked the amber hair of her partner in the empty field, it was smooth as silk. She weaved her fingers through as if it were cat’s fur. Every breath the two took was in harmony from inhale to exhale.
“Why, after all we’ve been through you act as though I am a stranger,” the tall dame’s voice was motherly, and smooth.
“I-I thought you were gone… I thought I’d never get you back,” grip tightening, the amber haired woman’s voice seemed to choke from her throat. “Who’s to say this isn’t a dream, Who’s to say you aren’t here.”
“Try as you might you can’t get rid of me,” with sincerity, the blonde smiled. Pressure was released from the blonde’s waist as the blue green eyes of her captor met her own.
“You… remembered?” puffy eyes, wide with shock were plastered on the amber haired woman’s face. Memories came flooding back in the minds of both women, tears filling their eyes.
“How could I forget?” Chuckling, the blonde pulled the short woman into another, firm, hug.
“Catch up buttercup!” Called the blonde young woman, mockingly.
“Baylee!” scolded the young amber haired girl, “I told you not to go so fast!”
“I told you not to go so slow,” Baylee snorted, walking backwards. The face of the amber haired girl contorted into a mild sneer, eyes rolling in their sockets. “I just… don’t wanna be late. You know how much I don’t like that Austin,” Walking forward again, Baylee seemed to slow down.
“I know…” Austin jogged to catch up, “ everything ok with your mom? She didn’t seem to like that you joined me for coffee.”
“Yeah, it’s fine. Mom’s a pain in the neck, but I get by,” Baylee mumbled, “ Thanks for inviting me to go out for breakfast.”
“No problem! It’s a good way to start the day. Knowing your mom you don’t get a good brea-” Austin bit her tongue seeing Baylee’s face sink. “Sorry.”
The two walked silently for awhile. “Don’t be sorry,” Baylee grumbled.
“No, really that was insensitive of me. I’m sorry,” Austin frantically tried to apologize.
“You’ve done enough, I forgive you, lets just drop the subject,” Baylie snapped. Austin held back to need to say “I’m sorry” another time. Tears welled in Baylee’s eyes. After walking again for a long while, with silence dragging like the girls feet, the two arrived near the coffee shop. “I would like to pay for my own coffee.”
“Baylee, We had an agreement: You join me for coffee and I pay for it,” Austin pleaded.
“Why, out of pity? Because ‘Oh she’s so poor, she can’t even get a coffee!’” Baylee’s mood swung again. “You’re part of the reason I’m in this mess!” Austin reeled back, freighted at the sudden change in mood.
“I just wanted to get you a coffee. Ya’ know, cuz I think you’re cool and sweet, and i wanted to take you out for a treat. You’ve helped me at school and with my own problems it’s only fair that I do something in return,” Pleading, and panting, Austin tried to be level headed.
“Then Stop!” Baylee’s eyes were clasped shut. Before Austin could do anything, Baylee leaned against the wall and slid down. Her eyes rested on her knees and she cried. Austin wanted nothing more than to pat her on the back, and to say ‘it's ok’, but she simply sat down next to her. A few people walked by, giving awkward glances but Austin still just sat there.
“W-why don't you just… le-leave me be..?” Baylie sputtered
“Because, try as you might, you can't get rid of me.” Austin mumbled supportively.
“I’m sorry…” Baylee hiccuped, “You-r-re t-the ni- nicest person… I-I’ve ever met an- and…”
“Shhhh….” Austin cautiously rubbed Baylee’s back, trying her hardest be comforting. “Do you wanna just, go inside, get some coffee, and talk it out?” Baylee lifted her head and nodded. After helping her up, Austin took Baylee into the coffee shop. They walked to the counter and told their orders to the barista. “Can you go save our table?” Another nod from Baylee.
Austin gave the barista the money plus a handsome tip for dealing with an emotional Baylee. “Thank you. Your coffee with be done shortly,” the barista smiled. Austin grabbed a few sugar packets from the counter and walked over to Baylee, who had chosen a lovely booth next to one of the large windows. Baylee don’t seem phased as Austin sat down.
“Again, I’m sorry for snapping at you…” Baylee sniffled, and stared blankly out the window. “I just… I’m just not used to other people being nice to me.” Austin tore one of the sugar packets and poured it straight into her mouth, sucking on the granules of sugar. “You’re really nice, and trusting, and smart, and I think you’re really pretty and every part of you makes me love hanging around you,” Austin felt her mouth go dry after swallowing the mixture of spit and Pure Cane Sugar.
“You’re so confident and open, everyone likes you. I really like you,” the color drained from Austin’s face. The way Baylee said it. Every dot connected in Austin’s mind and she felt tears well in her eyes.
“Oh… my… Baylee… I’m so sorry” Austin dropped the sugar packets and held her hands over her mouth. The fear of rejection began to burn in Baylee’s mind.
“Sorry I mentioned i-” Austin cut her off after reaching across the table and hugging Baylee tightly.
“I’m sorry,” Austin’s voice was muffled in Baylee’s shoulder, and after a moment of mumbling apologies and rambling, Austin pulled out of the hug. She kept a firm grasp on Baylee’s shoulders. “Do you mean what I think you mean or am I over thinking it?” Austin begged.
“Um… I’m sure… but if you're uncomfortable-” Baylee said.
“As long as we can stay friends, you needn't worry. Are you… okay with this?” Austin tried to stay calm, but her body felt like putty held up by chopsticks. Baylee grinned nervously.
“How’s this-” Baylee leaned in and gently kissed Austin, whose hands fell from Baylee’s shoulders to the table. Austin felt her chest flutter and every part of her body relax. For just a moment the two had no worry, no pain, just each other. After a moment she left the kiss.”-for okay with this.”
The two women grinned at each other after recalling the memory.
“I remember that…” the red haired woman said, brushing loose hair from her face. “I wish I had told you how much that meant to me… how much you meant to me. I took it for granted… now…”
“Austin, it's not your fault…” as the blond woman spoke, she cupped the red haired woman's cheeks making small circles with her thumbs. Her a thought… a memory gnawed at her mind.
“I could’ve told you… how much you meant to me… how much I valued your time,” Austin mumbled.
“Like anyone could have known you we didn't have time,”
Cool night air filled Baylee’s lungs as she sighed. She walked up to her porch step, swiveling around to see Austin blow a nervous kiss. She blew one back and then waved. Turning again to face the door, her stomach tightened. Her backpack felt heavier, and an inkling of unknown origin rose in her brain. She slid her key into the door and opened it.
She was met with the sight of her mother, drunk, standing in the middle of the entry way. Eyes burning like cinders and hands placed firmly on her hips. “Don't you have anything to tell me?” Baylee’s mother said in an accusing manner.
“I fear I have no information to satisfy you mother,” Baylee stated professionally. She walked to the couch, tossing her bag on it. “I went with Austin to breakfast, picked up. My bag, went to school, and then went with Austin to the library to study. Nothing more nothing less.”
“Are you sure?” Her mother nagged with slurred speech.
“Not that I recall,” Baylee retorted fearlessly. She marched from the living room to the kitchen. The kitchen that reeked of alcohol and salt, making Baylee scowl. She continued to the fridge, disregarding the fact her mother loomed over her. After careful examination Baylee decided on chicken soup for the dinner of the night. “Chicken soup alright ma’?” Baylee asked, politely with a grain of salt.
“It's fine,” Baylee’s mother gritted her teeth.
“Then so be it,” taking day old rotisserie chicken, celery (a gift from the sweet woman next door), and some half eaten butter noodles, Baylee began. She laid out the celery and walked to the sink to get a knife and pot, along with swiping the chicken stock from the dingy cabinet. She cleaned out the pot and scrubbed muck of the knife, delivering them to the cutting board.
A shiver danced down Baylee’s arms and spine. She quickly closed the open window near the fridge before catching a glimpse at the space heater running in the living room. “Mom!” She scolded, stomping over to the space heater and slamming the off button. She stamped back to the kitchen and glared at her mother. She positioned herself at the cutting board with celery.
“Why do you care,” Baylee stopped all motion as she heard this.
"I dunno, maybe it's because last month's power bill made it so we had a hard time putting food on the table and paying other bills!" Baylee's voice slowly raised and her chopping got faster before a long exhale. Her mother was speechless.
"How dare you-" Her mother started
"Dare I what! How dare I make dinner, and clean the dishes and all the household chores AND manage to keep an A in all my classes so I might get a scholarship because your job of drinking and waiting for checks can't afford coffee let alone a future.!" Her eyes were heavy with tears that refused to fall. She bellowed, pouring chicken stock haphazardly into the pot. "How dare I try to improve our poor lifestyle."
Her mother gasped and seemingly growled at her daughter with total rage. Baylie walked to the sink and washed her hands of celery before she grabbed the towel off the oven door and dried her hands off. She placed the greasy towel a little too close to the gas stove. It hug in a pan of bacon fat.
"Oh really you do all the work! I do-" Baylee’s mother paused to ponder what her purpose to the household was. "I pay for the house! I pay for the roof you live under young lady!"
"Pfft hardly. Don't think you let the junk mail slip past me," Baylie said to herself quietly beginning to chop up chicken after throwing the celery in chicken stock.
The towel lit
“Baylee? Are you alright?” Baylee shook from her daze.
“Yeah… I’m fine…” She looked downcast with teary eyes.
“You know it’s not your fault either,” Austin looked up at Baylee, pressing her hand on Baylee’s cheek and adjusting her view to meet hers.
“I wish it was, I wish I could have said I was the problem and that I was fixed,” Her hand covered Austin's and pressed it to her cheek as she spoke, “but I’m not the problem. The problem is still out there, ruining something else… not paying for what
She did to me. What she did to everyone.” She stroked Austin’s hand while her teeth gritted within her cheeks.
Fire trickled down the towel until it popped into a ball of flame that was overlooked due to the argument. Venom was spat between the two women, oblivious until-
“BAYLEE WHY THE HELL’S THE STOVE ON FIRE?!” Baylee’s mom practically screamed. She rushed to the sink and grabbed a cup full of horrid looking water. She sloshed it over the fire that went on to explode little droplets of fire onto the walls. In a desperate attempt to protect her face, Baylee’s forearms rushed to black the attack. Small, fiery drops landed on her bare skin, stinging and immediately starting to form blisters.
“MOM!” Baylee swiped drops of fire from her arms, hands stinging. “WHY ARE YOU SO IDIOTIC?! YOU DON’T PUT OUT A GREASE FIRE WITH WATER!” Baylee scrambled to find a plate to suffocate the flames.
“NOW’S NOT THE TIME TO BE A SMARTASS, BAYLEE!” Pushing her daughter Baylee’s mom rushed around with no direction.
“CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT OR SOMETHING!” Baylee begged trying to get up.
“WHY DON’T YOU RESPECT ME?! WHY DO YOU ACT LIKE YOU’RE ALWAYS RIGHT!” Baylee’s mother pressed her daughter to the ground by her neck and chest.
“Mom- T-tHIS Isn’T AbOUt SmARTs oR POwer-” Baylee choked on smoke though her restricted windpipe. She shoved her mom off of her. “IT’S ABOUT LIFE OR DEATH!” Baylee’s mother hit her daughter firmly in the head, knocking her out. everything was black.
Hot salty tears fell down Baylee’s cheeks. “It hurt so much…”
“Baylee?”
“Everything hurt, it burned, I couldn’t breath. My mother got out Scott-free and I was left there!” Baylee Was slumped down and sobbed into Austin’s shoulder. “Left to die!”
“Baylie! That’s all over now, we’re free,” Austin was trying not to cry herself. “Everything’s ok.”
Austin’s feet crunched along the black charred floor. Just last night this would have been the living room to the beautiful suburban home. She looked around at warped door ways and windowsills, some even still had glass… most was shattered though. She walked around, coming to a doorway. The doorway was the one that would have been to Baylee’s room.
She tapped the frame lightly. “Can I come in?” Austin asked, shakily. She waited for an answer, though all she got was a howl from the wind through the desolate, broken walls. She sighed and walked through the doorway despite the lack of walls around it. “Sorry,” she apologized for entreating.
A few slivers of pink patterned wall paper still laid on the walls. It looked like a bomb had gone off in the room leaving a post-apocalyptic, Plutonian bedroom. The only furniture that remained was a bent lamppost and a bastardized bed frame. With mournful eyes, Austin noticed a curious little box beneath the bed. She exhaled.
“Sorry… again,” she said, kneeling down and reaching under the bed, and grabbing the box. It was heavy, made of a thick metal. “Guess that's why it survived… but why didn’t they get it?” Austin took note of the melted metal on the floor. “And there’s the lock.”
She felt horrible as she opened the box. She delicately opened moved napkins, setting them aside to re-examine later. She found a familiar plastic ring. She remembered winning it with Baylee. Tears overflowed blurring her vision. She put it back and picked up one of the napkins.
It read:
Welcome to the Austin box. If you’re reading this,
you’re probably austin. I wrote this when I made
The Box so I don’t yet know what's in it. Well I
know the ring is in here. Do you remember it?
Well I’m running out of space on the napkin.
Love you
-Baylee
Austin cried at she read this. Her tears smeared the writing on the napkin slightly. She grabbed the ring and slid it on her ring finger. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated over and over. Rocking back and forth.
Austin was crying now too. She felt the plastic ring on her finger and slid it with her thumb. She held Baylee’s right hand out and slid it on.
“For an eternity…” she whispered. The two clung together like it was just them, forever.
Galveston, TX
When I was young at the ocean, I went with my family one summer to Galveston Island, Texas. I sat on the sand listening to the waves crashing down, the smell of the salty air just watching the sunrise and the dolphins jump in the early morning, the smell of the yummy food my mom was making for us later that day.
We went to the beach. My mom was walking down the beach when she yelled, "Hey Emily come look what I found." So me being me I drove the golf cart to her because we all know I'm super lazy and didn't want to walk that far so (for example when I wanted a soda I drove the golf cart across the street to get one) When I got there I saw the most beautiful shell I could ever see. It was so big I couldn't believe my eyes, so my mom continued to walk along the beach and I drove the golf cart. That way no one could steel it, but we kept finding theses big shells and later to come to find out we have at least more than five of them.
My most recent vacation, I've been on was to Galveston Island, Texas. This vacation my family and I were at the beach and we kept finding sand dollars we were shocked there were so many though they weren't super big they were still cool to find on the beach. My dad and brother were both fishing and they caught a lot of fish. My brother caught this one fish that could have electrocuted my dad. It has eyes on the top of it's head and it goes under neath the sand so you can only see the eyes. It's in the water so you can't see it, I think that is crazy to even think about that.
We went to the beach. My mom was walking down the beach when she yelled, "Hey Emily come look what I found." So me being me I drove the golf cart to her because we all know I'm super lazy and didn't want to walk that far so (for example when I wanted a soda I drove the golf cart across the street to get one) When I got there I saw the most beautiful shell I could ever see. It was so big I couldn't believe my eyes, so my mom continued to walk along the beach and I drove the golf cart. That way no one could steel it, but we kept finding theses big shells and later to come to find out we have at least more than five of them.
My most recent vacation, I've been on was to Galveston Island, Texas. This vacation my family and I were at the beach and we kept finding sand dollars we were shocked there were so many though they weren't super big they were still cool to find on the beach. My dad and brother were both fishing and they caught a lot of fish. My brother caught this one fish that could have electrocuted my dad. It has eyes on the top of it's head and it goes under neath the sand so you can only see the eyes. It's in the water so you can't see it, I think that is crazy to even think about that.
The Great Band War
The air was humid and dry with the sounds of battle all around. Soldiers splashed in the dirt, their families in their minds. The tuba's were blasting, their full fire of metal and steel bullets shot through the red-soaked sky.
Ok, I might get how you don't get what I'm talking about. Maybe in your dimension, musical instruments don't mean war weapons. (ugh!) Maybe you play music that people like hearing... but here, it's much different.
Let's start with the facts. What to start with, what to start with... oh, ok. Let's start with what type of weapon the instruments are most like. Our clarinets are like your spearmen, yeah, they lead the charge with many waves to wear down the enemy. Now, a very important instrument of war, the oboes. These are terrible to go up against. They play normal sounds and destroy the ears of enemies, which makes them venerable. Now, the flutes, these guys usually stay mostly out of sight and blow little poisonous blow darts out of their instruments. (wimps...) Alright, let's talk about the grenade launchers, or should I say, the saxophones. They take out the groups quickly for less trouble. Now to the trumpets, these dudes are pretty important. They are the classic medics, they blow out of their horns and press different valves for different types of medicine. The baritones, they are the anti- aircraft. They have good accuracy to shoot down planes and such. Don't worry, we are almost done just two more, but these two are inportant. First, there is the trombone. These people stay back and guard the flanks. Trombones are like your snipers. Last and not least, there is the mighty tuba. The few tubas we have are like your bazookas. They blast tanks and enemies in bunches. Tubas are one of the most important battle instruments around.
''Smells terrible out here. You can smell the gunpowder of the saxophones,'' mentioned lieutenant
Cody, leader of the trumpets.
''Alright boys, move in. The baritones need our help. I've heard heavy black shells of tuba's are raining down on them. The battle planes took most of them out, but there is still Captain Klindy.'' The trumpets moved out, dodging the occasional trombone shot. The enemy had their trombones set up on the left mountain, avoiding most of the war and just sniping. Little did they know that the 4th Calvary clarinets were on the way. The plan was to attack from the left flank, taking them by surprise and keeping them at close range, just to spear them.
''141 left side,'' shouted the spotter of the tubas. The crack of the tuba roared as it spotted the lone flute group.
''Looks as if they want to surprise attack our trumpets healing the baritones.''
''Lets take 'em out!'' The ear-shuttering din of the blast as the tuba took out the group in one swift shell.''
''Nice shot commander,'' the spotter said while scoping in to find the next group of eniemies.
''We have almost taken them all out, lets keep pushing one by one, and we will win this war.'' All the spotter could do was nod in amazement as the enemy forces were being pushed back. This young commander's name was private Brian Lonewheather. He was truly inspired watching the epic battle, the clarinets taking out the first waves, rushing in without fear to spear their enemies. The flutes, blowing poisonous blow darts into the dark enemy commanders. The trombones, one shell at a time taking the enemy's defenses to town. The giant, golden, tubas roaring as they took out every single infantry, Calvary, or tank. It truly was, a great win for the...
His ear was bleeding, he felt nauseous as he new what had hit him. It was the sound of an oboe. ''Private Brian, look out! Rocket coming 23 west!'' Its was too late, was he gone? He can't be... he was just a kid. The private roared out of the rubble standing strong, only to see the tubas get overrun and retreat, to see the last clarinet get taken out, the groups of enemy saxophones destroying every bit of remaining forces we had.
What had happened!? We had it, we had everything done and ready to celebrate. He heard a crunch behind him and what he saw before him was truly terrifying, the barrel, of an SS47 base drum staring right at him.
''Nice try,'' the private mummered.
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Should I continue with a sequel?
''Smells terrible out here. You can smell the gunpowder of the saxophones,'' mentioned lieutenant
Cody, leader of the trumpets.
''Alright boys, move in. The baritones need our help. I've heard heavy black shells of tuba's are raining down on them. The battle planes took most of them out, but there is still Captain Klindy.'' The trumpets moved out, dodging the occasional trombone shot. The enemy had their trombones set up on the left mountain, avoiding most of the war and just sniping. Little did they know that the 4th Calvary clarinets were on the way. The plan was to attack from the left flank, taking them by surprise and keeping them at close range, just to spear them.
''141 left side,'' shouted the spotter of the tubas. The crack of the tuba roared as it spotted the lone flute group.
''Looks as if they want to surprise attack our trumpets healing the baritones.''
''Lets take 'em out!'' The ear-shuttering din of the blast as the tuba took out the group in one swift shell.''
''Nice shot commander,'' the spotter said while scoping in to find the next group of eniemies.
''We have almost taken them all out, lets keep pushing one by one, and we will win this war.'' All the spotter could do was nod in amazement as the enemy forces were being pushed back. This young commander's name was private Brian Lonewheather. He was truly inspired watching the epic battle, the clarinets taking out the first waves, rushing in without fear to spear their enemies. The flutes, blowing poisonous blow darts into the dark enemy commanders. The trombones, one shell at a time taking the enemy's defenses to town. The giant, golden, tubas roaring as they took out every single infantry, Calvary, or tank. It truly was, a great win for the...
His ear was bleeding, he felt nauseous as he new what had hit him. It was the sound of an oboe. ''Private Brian, look out! Rocket coming 23 west!'' Its was too late, was he gone? He can't be... he was just a kid. The private roared out of the rubble standing strong, only to see the tubas get overrun and retreat, to see the last clarinet get taken out, the groups of enemy saxophones destroying every bit of remaining forces we had.
What had happened!? We had it, we had everything done and ready to celebrate. He heard a crunch behind him and what he saw before him was truly terrifying, the barrel, of an SS47 base drum staring right at him.
''Nice try,'' the private mummered.
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EVERY THING TO KNOW
I ride the same bus everyday.
The wheels creak on the bumps of the road.
The windows bang against the metal like sombody trying to get inside.
I live in a small town called Forks, and this is my story.
this is me
My mom looked back at my pale, unholy face.
"What's wrong, Honey?"
No, she is not calling me by some stupid nickname, that's my name, Honey.
"What."
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, um, nothing just a little...."
"Well, you're always in your own world aren't you?"
She never let me finish a sentence.
It's like she doesn't want me to speak.
Like every since that day she is afraid that I might say something mean or hurtful.
"Honey."
"Oh, yeah, I guess I am."
I keep thinking back to that time when I said that I hated her and I wish that she died a horrible death.
Everytime I'm with her, I always think back to that moment, that day, that minute, when I broke her heart.
Sadly, my mom was the school bus driver.
Because she thinks thats an honest job. Yeah, right.
"Ok, Honey, we're here. Have a great day."
"Yay Mom, I sure will try."
"Put a smile on. I miss it."
I put on a fake smile and walked off the bus and into the school that thinks that I'm some suicidal kid.
I walked into my home block, where I sat in the seat second to last in the class next to the window.
I sat there because if I didn't, the teacher would think that I really needed help.
And I don't want it.
"Ok, class, today we are going to study how people are feeling a little sad this year and how to be positive."
I looked out the window and dozed off in that little world my mom says I go to,
thinking how they finally did it and how they put me in a class where we talk about how to be happy.
I was wondering how long it was going to take them.
"Honey, have anything to add?"
The snot nosed kids looked back at me and gave a little chuckle like it was funny to watch me stutter on the fact that I didn't know what we were talking about.
"I'm sorry, what were we talking about?"
''How to keep the bad thoughts away."
"O yeah, right um... be positive?"
"Very good."
As she mumbled on about something, the kids looked back at her and the ugly striped shirt she was wearing.
The bell for the next class rang, and before she could tell me to stay for after class, I bolted out the classroom door.
"Hey, Honey!"
This is Kiji
''Oh, hey Kiji, how's it going?"
"Thanks for asking. God my mom is being a total you know what."
"Why is that?"
I hated to see somebody so mad at their mom because I always think that they are going to yell at their mom like I did and I hate that feeling and I try to to get it, but it's kind of hard when all of your friends are following the same path.
"Honey..."
"Huh what... O sorry I did it again didn't I?
"Yeah, it's ok."
"Sorry, what were we talking about?"
"Nothing important. Let's get to class."
I hate it when he does that. Well, I guess that's all there is to now now. Goodbye and try not to die.
The wheels creak on the bumps of the road.
The windows bang against the metal like sombody trying to get inside.
I live in a small town called Forks, and this is my story.
this is meMy mom looked back at my pale, unholy face.
"What's wrong, Honey?"
No, she is not calling me by some stupid nickname, that's my name, Honey.
"What."
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, um, nothing just a little...."
"Well, you're always in your own world aren't you?"
She never let me finish a sentence.
It's like she doesn't want me to speak.
Like every since that day she is afraid that I might say something mean or hurtful.
"Honey."
"Oh, yeah, I guess I am."
I keep thinking back to that time when I said that I hated her and I wish that she died a horrible death.
Everytime I'm with her, I always think back to that moment, that day, that minute, when I broke her heart.
Sadly, my mom was the school bus driver.
Because she thinks thats an honest job. Yeah, right.
"Ok, Honey, we're here. Have a great day."
"Yay Mom, I sure will try."
"Put a smile on. I miss it."
I put on a fake smile and walked off the bus and into the school that thinks that I'm some suicidal kid.
I walked into my home block, where I sat in the seat second to last in the class next to the window.
I sat there because if I didn't, the teacher would think that I really needed help.
And I don't want it.
"Ok, class, today we are going to study how people are feeling a little sad this year and how to be positive."
I looked out the window and dozed off in that little world my mom says I go to,
thinking how they finally did it and how they put me in a class where we talk about how to be happy.
I was wondering how long it was going to take them.
"Honey, have anything to add?"
The snot nosed kids looked back at me and gave a little chuckle like it was funny to watch me stutter on the fact that I didn't know what we were talking about.
"I'm sorry, what were we talking about?"
''How to keep the bad thoughts away."
"O yeah, right um... be positive?"
"Very good."
As she mumbled on about something, the kids looked back at her and the ugly striped shirt she was wearing.
The bell for the next class rang, and before she could tell me to stay for after class, I bolted out the classroom door.
"Hey, Honey!"
This is Kiji ''Oh, hey Kiji, how's it going?"
"Thanks for asking. God my mom is being a total you know what."
"Why is that?"
I hated to see somebody so mad at their mom because I always think that they are going to yell at their mom like I did and I hate that feeling and I try to to get it, but it's kind of hard when all of your friends are following the same path.
"Honey..."
"Huh what... O sorry I did it again didn't I?
"Yeah, it's ok."
"Sorry, what were we talking about?"
"Nothing important. Let's get to class."
I hate it when he does that. Well, I guess that's all there is to now now. Goodbye and try not to die.
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