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not_the_shellA door was opened and I held my breath as I stepped inside what they told me was a “flat”. It did not appear flat to me at all, rather more box-shaped, but I chose not to point that out.
Fred’s face smiled to the human and handed currency that would run out shortly. My latent memories of hers would rear their ugly head every now and then to confuse me – and sometimes they were useful. I had taken the currency Fred had in an “account” and used it to my advantage to take me wherever I felt the need to visit. Thankfully, it would assist me here in this place known as London while I tried to discover what had become of my brothers.
Once I was trapped within the room, Fred’s form slid from me and I was myself finally. I moved about, touching the walls that confined me, as I placed objects in certain places where I could reach them easily. The X-Box was the first to be moved, and I was determined to discover the hidden meanings behind Crash Bandicoot. Wesley’s journal was placed upon the bed that I never used, and the rabbit-shaped-object found a home upon a table. It sat and stared at me, and I still could not understand why I had chosen to bring it along…
Shopping. A concept that I never understood until I was alone in the world once more, without a temple and without my comrades-in-arms. I had managed to obtain a small tree known as a “Bonzai”, and I set it near the window to the outside world where the sun, glowing brightly, might give it life. I touched the tiny branches of it, wishing I could hear its song, but as my fingers danced upon my new pet, I smiled. A secret smile, perhaps, but I finally was not alone. I now had a pet, named “Spike” after the vampire who had fought so valiantly beside me once.
I had always wanted him as a pet, anyways.
My eyes shut as I reached towards the source of the power, the energy, that had brought me here and I was shocked to discover how close it was. I needed to follow it, trace its origin somehow. I was uncertain if I would be able to do so with my now-limited powers, yet…it pulled at me nonetheless, tugging, tearing, speaking to me in songs I did not understand.
Molecules shifted within me and Fred’s clothing appeared once more, brown eyes that were empty save for the memories she had given to me and the new ones I had made moving about restlessly. I would discover this secret somehow, this destroyer of my world…else I would find someone who could assist in my pursuits.
A shame, truly, that I could not move about as myself, however. The Shell’s form was rather…itchy.
The door opened to me and I stepped out into this world, finally able to breathe once more.
Fred’s face smiled to the human and handed currency that would run out shortly. My latent memories of hers would rear their ugly head every now and then to confuse me – and sometimes they were useful. I had taken the currency Fred had in an “account” and used it to my advantage to take me wherever I felt the need to visit. Thankfully, it would assist me here in this place known as London while I tried to discover what had become of my brothers.
Once I was trapped within the room, Fred’s form slid from me and I was myself finally. I moved about, touching the walls that confined me, as I placed objects in certain places where I could reach them easily. The X-Box was the first to be moved, and I was determined to discover the hidden meanings behind Crash Bandicoot. Wesley’s journal was placed upon the bed that I never used, and the rabbit-shaped-object found a home upon a table. It sat and stared at me, and I still could not understand why I had chosen to bring it along…
Shopping. A concept that I never understood until I was alone in the world once more, without a temple and without my comrades-in-arms. I had managed to obtain a small tree known as a “Bonzai”, and I set it near the window to the outside world where the sun, glowing brightly, might give it life. I touched the tiny branches of it, wishing I could hear its song, but as my fingers danced upon my new pet, I smiled. A secret smile, perhaps, but I finally was not alone. I now had a pet, named “Spike” after the vampire who had fought so valiantly beside me once.
I had always wanted him as a pet, anyways.
My eyes shut as I reached towards the source of the power, the energy, that had brought me here and I was shocked to discover how close it was. I needed to follow it, trace its origin somehow. I was uncertain if I would be able to do so with my now-limited powers, yet…it pulled at me nonetheless, tugging, tearing, speaking to me in songs I did not understand.
Molecules shifted within me and Fred’s clothing appeared once more, brown eyes that were empty save for the memories she had given to me and the new ones I had made moving about restlessly. I would discover this secret somehow, this destroyer of my world…else I would find someone who could assist in my pursuits.
A shame, truly, that I could not move about as myself, however. The Shell’s form was rather…itchy.
The door opened to me and I stepped out into this world, finally able to breathe once more.
