ficlets100 - number seven.

[rawri]

001. Guilt
002. New
003.Solitude
004. Content
005. Tale

006. Distort
007. Luxury
008. Listen
009. Party
010. Scent

011. Storm
012. Lessons
013.Apology
014. Relief
015. Breeze

016.Fading
017. Passion
018. Stay
019.Rain
020. Within

021.Dread
022.Revenge
023.Time
024.Perfect
025.Eyes

026.Bloom
027.Beginning
028. Bath
029. Object
030. Lost

031.Pride
032. Death
033

Comments

toward the terra -> ⌈67.⌋ Fairies.

[rawri]

It never walked-only floated, danced and pranced about without a single care. It was a pink creature, with clear blue eyes and a rabbit-kitten sort of body, and it wouldn’t go away. Oh, no, it would go away-whenever someone was around, it disappeared. Whenever he was along, it was everywhere.

It had to have psionic powers, because it was always swirling around him, brushing past him, never touching him - he never touched it, it never touched him- and if it was reading his mind, he couldn’t tell. It would summon up pink bubbles, or balls, or whatever they were, and bounce around the walls with them; ‘pass’ them to him, as if inviting him to play. It had to have psionic powers, because it would give calls of mu, mu whenever it was particularly happy.

Or sad.

Or angry.

He could never tell the difference, honestly. It giggled, sometimes, but even that was a strange, alien sound. It couldn’t be shot and it couldn’t be touched. At first, it had gotten under his skin, he had let it under his skin, watched it out of the corner of his eye and spent more time on the deck so it couldn’t follow him-Matsuka even had asked him if something was bothering him-and at that point, he’d decided to ignore it. Which was good- a decision meant he could move on, get back on his normal routine, no longer falter.

In other words, Keith Anyan got used to it.

It being the creature. The creature that couldn’t possibly exist. For all of its floating and bubble-making, long tail and tiny front arms, Mu Factor scans couldn’t catch it-- of course not, was the rationale, after long nights spent in front of a screen, searching through every document he was privy to, it’s a true monster.

For a true monster, Keith thought, watching as it spilled a cup of coffee after getting too curious (he’d call Matsuka to get him another one, but right when that monster entered, the coffee would magically be back to how it had been-he knew, it’d happened several times); for a true monster, it was horribly unthreatening. Something to keep an eye on, but unthreatening.

He’d wonder if he’d gone insane, except he hoped his hallucinations would be in better taste.

Mu, mu, mu.

And as he closed his own Mu’s eyes for the final time, and as an insanity patient’s body finally gave out, he came to appreciate the hovering, deluded red creature, began to listen to its calls of mu, because it acted as a siren, a beacon, warning them all of the monsters that would board humanity’s ship unharmed. Intentionally.

And just like a siren, once they were aboard, the creature disappeared at last. Keith supposed he disappeared afterward, too, so it was only fit.

He never did find any record on a Type Red.