“No! I refuse! I am not going to go down to that crusty planet even if you threaten to shatter me, you awful, horrible piece of dirt!” Pink Topaz shrieked, running to the other side of the laboratory and slapping their hand on the door access panel.
“You’re not staying in your tiny little lab for the rest of eternity, not with Era Three here and all this world to explore! There’s things called eating and sleeping that I want to try!” The red gem said, holding out their hands as if it would make Pink Topaz calm down.
“No! It sounds boring and gross and I do not want any part of it.” The door finally opened, but on the other side of the door was a few of the quartz soldiers, who looked away from their revelries to stare at the panicking Topaz.
Before another word was spoken, Pink Topaz bolted backwards, right into the hands of the red gem. Snagged up instantaneously the runty Topaz began screaming and shouting.
“Red Tigereye, put me down right this instant or I’ll! I’ll-!” They were cut off as Red Tigereye put the Topaz over their shoulder and began walking away, holding the gem still despite the frantic worming around.
“Or what? You can’t stop me.” Pink Topaz could hear the cheeky grin on Red Tigereye’s face as they were carried away to the warp room.
Mika felt a heavy weight plop down on his chest, and he let out a deep groan, and rolled over, “Eeveeee.... it’s not a school day...”
“Voooi!“ He heard Eevee call out.
A soft, wet nose pressed against his, and sniffed, “Voi voi?”
Mika groaned, and opened his eyes. For a moment, all he saw was a brown blurr in front of his face, before his vision cleared, and he saw his friend, Eevee, sitting on his pillow beside him.
The Eevee cheered, and jumped down off the bed. She spun around in a circle, “Eevoi! Voi!” She chattered, before running towards the door.
Mika reached up and rubbed his eyes, before looking around his cluttered room. His room was small, and half the room contained a sloping roof, with a bright sky light right in the middle of it. His bed was tucked against the far end, with the sloping roof above his head, and several posters taped on it. The walls of the room were an off-white colour, and there was a dark blue rug over the hardwood floors. Other than that, a desk sat in one corner, and a dresser with a TV on it sat in the other, and that was basically about it.
The door to his bedroom was open, and he could smell the wonderful smell of bacon cooking from the kitchen downstairs. Mika yawned, and stretched, before he swung the blankets off him, and climbed out of bed.
The Kihell family lived in a small house at the edge of Viridian City. It was a quiet location, free from the noise of town, and not much ever went on here. From his bedroom window, he could see the Viridian Forest, and from the front yard, all he saw was a boring little street.
As Mika followed the narrow hallway away from the three tiny bedrooms, and down the stairwell to the first floor of the house, all he could think of was his upcoming birthday, and how it meant he only had one year left until he could finally leave this place, and go out on his Pokemon Journey!
Eevee ran ahead of him, chattering eagerly for her breakfast the entire way. Mika almost tripped over her on the stairs, but was luckily holding onto the railing as she darted past. Thankfully enough though, the stairs opened up straight to the kitchen, and as he reached the bottom of the stairs, he could see his older brother, Miguel, standing in front of the stove. His long hair was pinned back, and he was wearing an apron over his work uniform.
Without even turning around to look at Mika, he called out, “Morning, Mika!”
“Morning...“ Mika mumbled, before stumbling his way over to the table.
Miguel turned around, “Want your eggs scrambled?”
“Mmhmm...“ Mika yawned.
Miguel smiled, and turned back to the already-cooking scrambled eggs. Mika looked up at his brother as he cooked. Despite being brothers, there was a huge gap in age between the Kihell children. Miguel had apparently already left for his Pokemon Journey by the time he was born there was such a gap! But Mika didn’t mind, he liked Miguel!
“Today is Sunday, right? I want you to do your homework by the time I get off work, alright?“
...except when he makes statements like that.
“Ya, alright.“ Mika groaned.
Miguel turned around, and placed a warm plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and a few slices of sliced tomato on the table in front of Mika, “I’ll be working late today, so Mrs. Ueno next door has invited you over for dinner tonight!”
“Sweet!“ Mika replied, before digging into his food with his fork.
He looked up, just in time to see Miguel pulling his apron off, and quickly swollowed his forkfull of eggs, “You not making some for yourself?”
Miguel smiled, “Already did. But I gotta go to work now, so you behave, alright? Don’t make too much noise. And do your homework!”
Mika frowned, but before he had a chance to argue, Miguel walked over towards the front door, grabbed his bag off the hook on the wall, and hurried out the front door.
The unfathomable darkness outside the universal bubble leaked in as a massive ship, red wood and tarnished bronze plating, came hurtling through the tear.
As soon as the ship was through, the tear in the bubble began to seal, but it was hard for the ship’s captain to see through the cloudy sky.
Shouted warnings were issued as the ship zoomed through the dense clouds, its landing location unseen as an attempt was made to slow the descent.
“HARD LANDING, ZERO VIS, HOLD ON!” Yelled the captain as the ship’s few sails spread wider, slowing the ship slightly, but not enough to prevent serious damage, the balloon was punctured, and there wasn’t enough air inside of it to keep it in the air.
The was the horrible creaking of metal as the sails began to bend at the mast, and the solar sails themselves were losing durability, evidenced by the ripping sounds.
As suddenly as they came in, the land below came into sight, and the ship crashed down onto the edge of some forest and skid through the earth for about two hundred feet. The gouge in the soil was huge enough to qualify as a ravine.
When the ship stopped, the world fell silent again, despite the mostly intact crashed ship.
It was a beautiful, bright, sunny morning. The sunshine streamed through the open window, and a gentle breeze blew gently through the sheer white curtains. And, in the center of the room, rested a large canopy bed. The lacy curtains were drawn down, and also swayed gently in the breeze, and a fluffy white area rug stretched out over the ash hardwood floors. The whole room had a traditional Kalosian ‘châteauesque‘ appeal to it.
At the far end of the room, a white panel door slowly opened enough for a handsomely groomed Furfrou to nose his way in. The Furfrou pushed the door further open, and trotted in. Behind him, a woman in a knee-length light blue dress and white apron followed. She carried a silver tray in both hands, and gently placed it on a table with a lacy tableclothe that rested near the open window, before walking over to pull the curtains all the way open, and pin them back. For a moment, she breathed in the fresh air streaming through the window, before turning around and marched straight towards the bed.
And, without hesitation, she threw the canopy curtains open and grinned at the person sleeping on the bed inside, “Rise and shine, Miss! It’s a beautiful morning!“
Odette groaned as she heard her Nanny’s voice, and went to roll over, when she felt the woman grab the foot of her blanket, and tear it off her duvet, and she gasped as she was suddenly exposed to the chilly morning air. She wrapped her arms around herself and whined, “Five more minutes...”
“No five more minutes! Now get up! If you do not get up now, you won’t have time for breakfast, and then you won’t have the energy to learn!“ The Nanny snapped.
Odette sighed, and curled herself tighter, before muttering, “I don’t need to learn. I’m either going to have to take care of a tree for the rest of my life, or go into the family business...”
“My Lady! Being chosen to care for the Xerneas Tree is a magical honor that only happens once per generation!“ The Nanny said in a phony, chastising voice, Now up! Or your breakfast will co cold!“
Odette groaned, and leaned up, “Okay... okay... I’m up...”
The earth rumbles, light erupting from the hard-packed earth.
Beams shoot through the trees as life energy is drained from the soil and brought into the carcass of a long-dead animal.
A fire begins to burn in empty eye sockets as the bones slowly link together and lift the dry, fur covered skin of the cat.
The bobcat corpse slowly rises, the earth below them shuddering as the light in the ground flickers out, leaving the re-animated beast alone in the woods.
I want to open up a Drabble series for you guys to send prompts to me. I'm think for now Coldflash, Coldflashwave, Flashwave, Coldwave. But if you have an idea you really want and a couple you really want for that prompt send it my way. Go up to my ask box and send me your prompt and I'll gladly write it.
Its amazing how fast things can change. Or, maybe it’s stunning, shocking, terrifying. Take the pick of the crop that can extend so far, because its an experience unique to the situation and the person themselves. Even becoming dependent on the moment, one can realize that a situation can be experienced a million times and it would never feel quite the same. There would always be a differentiating factor. Walking into one’s own home even provides a different feeling from day to day, depending on the events experienced. By then. who knew the possibilities of what all could have passed. It can be good, seeing growth and betterment from a previous point used for comparison. Or, in turn, it could be something a little less than positive, making a wish rise to that previous point of comparison, or simply one of longing. Everyone felt that way every now and again. There’s always going to be one moment that was especially fond in the heart of the beholder. It was natural, but it was also frustrating.
But in that moment itself, that wasn’t the only frustration that might have loomed in Tim’s mind. Sitting on the couch in his home, his laptop sat comfortably on his lap as he typed away, pausing only to scroll through information. Keeping himself busy was easier, and was a great distraction. On the table before him, he had an empty pot of coffee and a cup that was only a quarter of the way full. Not even a moment had been spared for the thought of sleep. In his opinion, planting himself where he was to begin the current activity which he was still engrossed in had been the best thing he could do. Others might disagree, if anyone was to even hear of it, but then again it was something that he had chosen to do without regard to the usual methods of maintaining health.
Putting down the laptop for a moment, he leaned back on the couch, letting his head fall back on the top as he closed and rubbed his eyes. There was a lot he still didn’t know, but in knowing that he only hoped to fix it. But he probably would have done better if he hadn’t felt the need to close himself off, to do it on his own. It almost felt like an instinct, but maybe not one he should trust. He hadn’t yet decided if it would be truly to his benefit, or possibly to his detriment. If only it was as easy as realizing that his desire to get up and make a pot off coffee would benefit him in a way, but provide more of a harm a while after if he were to act on the desire. Picking up the mug, he raised it to his lips and downed the last of the caffeinated beverage that had long gone cold. He then stood and grabbed the pot, walking into his kitchen to set the two objects in the sink, filling them with just a bit of water. His gaze was a bit empty, if not only from a bit of fatigue. It hadn’t been his first all-nighter over all, or lately. Shutting off the water, he walked back to the couch and settled down with his laptop again, leaving only his cell phone on the table, screen dim.
Life progressed, and people progressed with it. Progress led to change. It was something that was natural -- a constant that always had been, and always would be. As he began his work again, he wondered in the back of his mind, how different was he now, and how different would he be by the time he reached a solution to the current matter? He supposed it didn’t really matter. Just a fleeting thought that came with the distraction of settling fatigue. He just needed to work.
