Humble Beginnings ((Solo))
Jul 15, 2014 0:45:00 GMT
Post by Duffer & Kotemon on Jul 15, 2014 0:45:00 GMT
A small car drove through Cat Street, a newcomer from America in the backseat, watching as the roads passed him by. As the car pulled into the front of a minor looking store, the American boy got out, grabbing his backpack and suit case filled with cloths, he entered. The Japanese man helped him in, his wife standing there and smiling happily at their guest... until he opened his mouth.
"So... where do I sleep?" He asked, the couple looking confused. "...Oh, right!" He took out his book. "OK... um..." He smiled as he found a useful page.
[Hello, I am Duff.] He began, looking up to them to see how they reacted. [May I go to a bed?] He asked again, hoping they understood him. After a few seconds it clicked with them.
[Oh! Yes, certainly!] The man nodded to his wife. The two bowed, after looking through the book, he bowed as well.
An uneventful nap later, Duffer began to explore his new room a bit. Digging through drawers and cabinets got him nothing as a bright light came from inside another cabinet.
Opening the doors, he saw a computer with a keyboard and monitor, all set up. His happiness quickly sank as he saw the board was composed of Japanese lettering. "...No chance of playing Vice City on this thing..." He mumbled, not even noticing the D-3 that had fallen out of the monitor. "I should have brought my phone..." He murmured, shutting the computer away and digging around some more before the inevitable call of dinner loured him away.
After dinner and desert, he frowned as he was told to return to his bed. Although he tried to argue, his Japanese wasn't good enough and they confused him away. Going to the bedroom he decided to give the computer another try.
Opening the door cabinet door revealed a large bale purple egg sitting on the keyboard, shaking slightly. As he slammed the cabinet doors again and marked himself with the sign of the cross, bed was becoming more and more of a viable option by the minute.
"Alright... alright, you're just seeing things. You're jet-lagged, you're in a completely different country and your mind's just screwing with you... this house can't be haunted, there's people still living in it... unless this is a Beetlejuice scenario..." Turning around and peeking into the cabinet again he saw the egg sit on the keyboard. "OK... alright, let's... I'm seeing things... I'll just... I'll touch it, my hand will go through, it'll be an illusion and it'll prove that, while questionably insane, I am at least not in any reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-" He froze as he touched the egg, find that it was, indeed, real.
Turning around and slamming the cabinet door again, he moved a chair to block it up. "OK... OK... I... I don't have any weapons... I'll just hide. I'll duck into another cabinet and when... whatever comes to get the egg I'll be safe..."
Or you could tell the adults, the niggling doubt in the back of his head tried to pester him. He knew this was a terrible idea. Adults didn't care what children thought. They would brush him off as trying play a game or something, even if he was fourteen. The cabinet idea was clearly the best plan.
Morning came like a migraine to the oldest brother of 6, but Duffer hadn't slept. He'd spent all night staring at the computer cabinet, knowing all the better that if he was caught napping he'd probably be dead and fed to whatever was in that egg. He wasn't scared, just smart.
But nothing had come. Nothing came to claim the egg, the chair hadn't been moved, nothing crawled out of the cabinet. He'd sat and stared at it for hours. "OK... OK... um... shit..." He had no clue what to do. His plan had failed and he was out six hours of sleep to show for it. School would come soon but he couldn't leave the egg. He knew how horror movies like this went but he didn't want the japanese couple to suffer for his misfortune.
Grabbing a chair and holding it over his head as he opened the cabinet, he blinked and felt realization fill him as he saw that the egg had hatched.
Setting down the chair, he moved in to inspect the shell, looking confused as it felt... unusual. It wasn't slimy like eggs were supposed to be. It was as firm and dry inside as it was on the outside. "...The hell?" He asked, finally discovering the D-3. Carefully and quickly picking it up, he backed away from the cabinet to examine it. "...Is this a... it's only got two buttons... maybe it's a...?" He tried to turn it on, fiddling with it as he smudged the screen. "Oh dammit..." He tried to clean it off, just smearing the grease and sweat around on it. "I'll have to see someone about this..." He said, realizing he felt something climbing up his pant-leg. Slowly and carefully, he looked down.
Now, a MetalKurumon has a bizarre resemblance to a mouse, so naturally he was relieved to see it. "Alright... OK. Just a mouse... Shoo." He said, trying to brush it off his pants. "Shoo, go away... I need to tell this couple to get an exterminator... and an exorcist..." He mumbled, remembering the egg.
"Cist?" Came a voice other than his own. Carefully looking around, he clutched the D-# close to use as a make-shift club.
"H-hello?"
"Hello!"
"Wh-where are...?"
"Right here." He looked up... and then remembered the mouse. Brushing it off and backing away, tripping over his bed, he stayed still. "Alright... um... lemme... lemme think here."
"What was wrong with thinking over here?"
"I... nevermind. I shouldn't need to deal with this right now..." He tries to think.
"Why not?"
"Because this is... I'm cracking up! I'm going mad! You aren't real!"
"That's not very nice to say..."
"...I... you know what? Nevermind. I give up... whatever terrible thing you're going to do to me, do it now." A long, painful silence followed until the Japanese man shouted something up the stairs that loosely translated to "Breakfast!"
As the two stared at each other, he shrugged. "I'm mental... I... whatever... if you are real, or not... I don't care... that smells like food and I think I want that more than I want this."
After a few minutes he returned with a plate of toast and a pair of school clothes, setting the toast in his room to enjoy after he was properly dressed. The little mon, of course, didn't think that was the reason and just took the food and went to sleep in his backpack.
After returning and seeing the time, he forgot about the toast, grabbed the backpack and ran to try and catch the bus, unaware of anything that had occurred in the past minute.
"So... where do I sleep?" He asked, the couple looking confused. "...Oh, right!" He took out his book. "OK... um..." He smiled as he found a useful page.
[Hello, I am Duff.] He began, looking up to them to see how they reacted. [May I go to a bed?] He asked again, hoping they understood him. After a few seconds it clicked with them.
[Oh! Yes, certainly!] The man nodded to his wife. The two bowed, after looking through the book, he bowed as well.
An uneventful nap later, Duffer began to explore his new room a bit. Digging through drawers and cabinets got him nothing as a bright light came from inside another cabinet.
Opening the doors, he saw a computer with a keyboard and monitor, all set up. His happiness quickly sank as he saw the board was composed of Japanese lettering. "...No chance of playing Vice City on this thing..." He mumbled, not even noticing the D-3 that had fallen out of the monitor. "I should have brought my phone..." He murmured, shutting the computer away and digging around some more before the inevitable call of dinner loured him away.
After dinner and desert, he frowned as he was told to return to his bed. Although he tried to argue, his Japanese wasn't good enough and they confused him away. Going to the bedroom he decided to give the computer another try.
Opening the door cabinet door revealed a large bale purple egg sitting on the keyboard, shaking slightly. As he slammed the cabinet doors again and marked himself with the sign of the cross, bed was becoming more and more of a viable option by the minute.
"Alright... alright, you're just seeing things. You're jet-lagged, you're in a completely different country and your mind's just screwing with you... this house can't be haunted, there's people still living in it... unless this is a Beetlejuice scenario..." Turning around and peeking into the cabinet again he saw the egg sit on the keyboard. "OK... alright, let's... I'm seeing things... I'll just... I'll touch it, my hand will go through, it'll be an illusion and it'll prove that, while questionably insane, I am at least not in any reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-" He froze as he touched the egg, find that it was, indeed, real.
Turning around and slamming the cabinet door again, he moved a chair to block it up. "OK... OK... I... I don't have any weapons... I'll just hide. I'll duck into another cabinet and when... whatever comes to get the egg I'll be safe..."
Or you could tell the adults, the niggling doubt in the back of his head tried to pester him. He knew this was a terrible idea. Adults didn't care what children thought. They would brush him off as trying play a game or something, even if he was fourteen. The cabinet idea was clearly the best plan.
Morning came like a migraine to the oldest brother of 6, but Duffer hadn't slept. He'd spent all night staring at the computer cabinet, knowing all the better that if he was caught napping he'd probably be dead and fed to whatever was in that egg. He wasn't scared, just smart.
But nothing had come. Nothing came to claim the egg, the chair hadn't been moved, nothing crawled out of the cabinet. He'd sat and stared at it for hours. "OK... OK... um... shit..." He had no clue what to do. His plan had failed and he was out six hours of sleep to show for it. School would come soon but he couldn't leave the egg. He knew how horror movies like this went but he didn't want the japanese couple to suffer for his misfortune.
Grabbing a chair and holding it over his head as he opened the cabinet, he blinked and felt realization fill him as he saw that the egg had hatched.
Setting down the chair, he moved in to inspect the shell, looking confused as it felt... unusual. It wasn't slimy like eggs were supposed to be. It was as firm and dry inside as it was on the outside. "...The hell?" He asked, finally discovering the D-3. Carefully and quickly picking it up, he backed away from the cabinet to examine it. "...Is this a... it's only got two buttons... maybe it's a...?" He tried to turn it on, fiddling with it as he smudged the screen. "Oh dammit..." He tried to clean it off, just smearing the grease and sweat around on it. "I'll have to see someone about this..." He said, realizing he felt something climbing up his pant-leg. Slowly and carefully, he looked down.
Now, a MetalKurumon has a bizarre resemblance to a mouse, so naturally he was relieved to see it. "Alright... OK. Just a mouse... Shoo." He said, trying to brush it off his pants. "Shoo, go away... I need to tell this couple to get an exterminator... and an exorcist..." He mumbled, remembering the egg.
"Cist?" Came a voice other than his own. Carefully looking around, he clutched the D-# close to use as a make-shift club.
"H-hello?"
"Hello!"
"Wh-where are...?"
"Right here." He looked up... and then remembered the mouse. Brushing it off and backing away, tripping over his bed, he stayed still. "Alright... um... lemme... lemme think here."
"What was wrong with thinking over here?"
"I... nevermind. I shouldn't need to deal with this right now..." He tries to think.
"Why not?"
"Because this is... I'm cracking up! I'm going mad! You aren't real!"
"That's not very nice to say..."
"...I... you know what? Nevermind. I give up... whatever terrible thing you're going to do to me, do it now." A long, painful silence followed until the Japanese man shouted something up the stairs that loosely translated to "Breakfast!"
As the two stared at each other, he shrugged. "I'm mental... I... whatever... if you are real, or not... I don't care... that smells like food and I think I want that more than I want this."
After a few minutes he returned with a plate of toast and a pair of school clothes, setting the toast in his room to enjoy after he was properly dressed. The little mon, of course, didn't think that was the reason and just took the food and went to sleep in his backpack.
After returning and seeing the time, he forgot about the toast, grabbed the backpack and ran to try and catch the bus, unaware of anything that had occurred in the past minute.