I'm a huge butt who can't do things on a daily basis.
Here's #0002 and here's #0003 and here's #0170. The shipping prompt with #0112 and #0180 is half done, I just hit a block with it that I haven't been able to surpass. #0004 is technically done but it's really boring and I think I'm going to rewrite it.
So, in case y'all don't know, there's this little thing starting up called Fanpro. It's basically an attempt to start a fandom with no canon and 1000 characters (though they only have 63 right now). It seems pretty cool to me, so I made a fic about numbers 1-5 (with a cameo from 6-10). It's been a long while since I've written something, so it's probably crappy, but whatever.
The chopper hovered in place, its four passengers getting ready for deployment. Their communicators spoke up, asking, “Alright, guys, you hear me?”
“I hear you, Number 1, Number 2 reporting in,” said the pigtailed girl as she stood by the door.
“Number 3 reporting in,” said a monotone female voice.
“Yeah yeah, Number 4’s here, get on with it,” said the redhead as he checked his assortment of firearms.
“Number 5, ready for duty!” exclaimed the bouncing pink-haired girl.
Their communicators spoke again, “Alright, good. You all know this is our first mission, so let’s make sure to do a good job. They’re counting on us back home, so let’s do this.” Only the green-haired girl heard the next words. “Uh, how was that?”
She smiled and whispered, “You did great, sweetie.”
The redhead scoffed and said, “Oh come on, we’re investigating a dusty old crypt that hasn’t been opened for what, a thousand years? We’d have to try not to do a good job on this.”
“Who knows, maybe the people who built it trapped it to catch overly confident people like yourself,” said Number 3.
The communicator joined in, “You probably won’t encounter anything, but be on your guard anyway, alright? You’re in position now. Ready for jump.”
Number 5 giggled and said, “Yay, we get to jump! I mean, we tried it out before in practice, but now we actually get to do it!”
“Right, unless 3 messes up like she did that one time. I’m just glad we can heal so quickly,” said 4, rubbing his shoulder.
“It was my first time trying out my powers, okay?” snapped 3. “Besides, everyone else came out fine.”
The communicator brought them back to the mission, “Guys, time is of the essence. 3 will do fine.”
4 grumbled a little, but he took his place by the door. 3 and 5 followed him, and when they were all there, 2 unlocked it and opened it. They all jumped out together.
The freefall lasted a few seconds. Three of them were vaguely aware of 5 shouting all the way down as the featureless plain seemed to rapidly approach them. A few seconds before they would have hit the ground, though, a faintly visible purple spherical barrier surrounded them. At once, they all covered their ears as 5’s excited shouting was no longer muffled by the wind. She quickly covered her mouth, saying, “Oops, sorry guys.”
3 muttered, “At least I’ve gotten better at keeping my concentration.” The purple orb slowly decelerated, before stopping just above the ground and disappearing. “Where was this crypt supposed to be, Number 1?”
After a moment, he replied, “It looks like you’re about 500 feet off. It’s north-northwest of your current position. Remember, the entrance looks like a cellar door on the ground, and it may be hidden by the grass, so keep a sharp eye out.”
With that advice, the four set out to search for the door. As 1 had warned, the field was overgrown with grass, to the point where the earth underneath wasn’t even visible at most points. They searched for several minutes with no luck, until Number 2 suddenly yelped as she fell to the ground. The other three quickly rushed to her position, as 1 asked her, “Are you okay, 2?”
She stood up and brushed the dirt off of her knees, responding, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tripped over… Well, then.” She smiled as she looked at what her foot had gotten caught in. A metal handle, attached to a stone square on the ground. “I think we found what we’re looking for,” she said as the others arrived. Still smiling, she gave the handle a tug, but her smile turned to a frown as it refused to budge. She tried again, with both hands, and still it didn’t move an inch. As she stood up, she turned to the others, but before she had even opened her mouth, she saw that 3 and 4 were already getting ready.
3 focused her energy on the door, trying to force it open. Again, nothing happened. Even her purple aura had not appeared, as if she hadn’t even used her magic. She tried to get in from the edges, but the door was airtight, and her magic failed again. She stepped aside as 4 knelt down, pulling out a drill. It whirred as he started it up and as he lowered it to touch the stone. But the instant it did, the bit went wild and flew off of the handle, landing distantly in the grass. He let out a curse and kicked the handle away as well.
5 clearing her throat behind them made all three of them turn around. She had manifested a huge pink hand that was digging out a hole a little ways away from the door. The edge of the hole nearest the door was made out of stone as well, but it was clearly not the same type that the door was made of. Once the hand had reached about six feet down, it balled up into a fist and smashed through the wall, revealing a dark hallway. She shrugged and said, “People never remember to make their walls as tough as their super doors, especially when they’re underground. Come on, let’s go in!” The fist shrunk into a ball that fit into 5’s small hand, and began emitting enough light to illuminate the hallway. With a quick glance at each other, the other three hopped in after her.
The hallway was made out of the same stone as the broken wall was. What seemed to be unlit lighting fixtures were placed at regular intervals on the walls. 4 briefly took out a flashlight to get a closer look at them and concluded that whatever had powered the lights had gone off long ago.
They walked for what felt like half an hour when 1 contacted them, “Guys, it’s been ten minutes down there. What have you found?”
4 groaned. “Ten minutes? It’s felt like ages. There’s nothing down here but broken lights and us.”
“Hey, this hallway has to lead to something. Why else would it be here?” said 2.
“She’s right, you know. Keep searching. Command wouldn’t send us here if they didn’t think we’d find anything.”
Suddenly, 3 exclaimed, “Look!” and pointed at a carving in the stone on the walls. It seemed to be a singular line, one that tapered into a point in the direction from which they had come. It was mirrored on both walls.
“Ooh, a line, big deal.” 4 rolled his eyes.
“Well hey, at least it means that we’re going to something, right?” said 5.
“Right,” said 2. “Let’s just keep going, alright? And no comments, 4.”
He closed his mouth and folded his arms. “Fine, fine, whatever.”
The four continued on in silence. The hallway remained perfectly straight, with nothing to see but the fixtures and the line. As they went even further, the line split into two, seemingly for no reason. Then, after less distance, it became three. When it split further, into four, they could turn around and still see the point where it had become three. As the design took up more of the wall, they became aware that they were, in fact, walking towards something. And as they reached the wall, 4 shouted out, “Oh, goddammit!”
In front of them was a wall, seemingly made of the same stone as everything else. The lines, which covered the entire side walls by this point, continued onto this wall, diverging in the exact center of it to make a blank circle about one foot in diameter. 2 began saying, “Look, 4, there has to be some way we can-” when a loud sound made her turn back to the wall. It was followed by two more.
The circle in the middle of the wall turned a quarter, making a grinding noise as it did so. A blue design began glowing in the middle of a circle. An eye. Blue light shone from it for a second, and then it suddenly spread to the indented lines. The light raced back towards the entrance, filling the lines like water. When it passed the fixtures, they shone with white light. After a few seconds, they heard a faint noise from the direction the light had gone, another grinding noise like the circle had made. The four stared back in confusion, then at each other.
A voice from behind them turned them around. “So you just gonna stare at the light show all day or what? We’ve been waiting for someone for, like, two weeks down here.” She was a redheaded, dark-skinned girl, looking like she was in her late teens or even early 20s. She had her hand on her hip, and clearly looked impatient. Behind her were four others. “I’m number 8. These are numbers 6, 7, 9, and 10. You the ones who are ‘sposed to get us outta here?”
