Original Fic Idea
Remember that Original Fic idea that wouldn't go away? I managed to write some of it down and thought to post it here so you can all shoot it down.
Go on. Shoot. Make it go away.
Once upon a time...
At least that's how most stories start. Except this one that is.
This one starts with a guy. A guy who's waking up laying in blue grass. Staring up at the sky. A bright purple sky. Up at the two suns and the three moons. And no stars or clouds. Not because there aren't any stars or clouds but because it's daytime and because it's a really sunny day.
The guy blinks up at the sky and thinks, “what the fuck?”
He's thinking this because when he went to bed last night, after having had his normal cuppa tea with one lump of sugar and a dash of milk, a tea biscuit, fed his cat and read the another chapter of the book he was currently trying to struggle through (sort of boring but he couldn't bring himself to put it down since his mother had given it to him), the sky had been pitch black, with stars and one moon. Well, half moon since it was currently half moon.
The guy is pretty sure that the sky hadn't been purple, nor had there been three moons or two suns and most certainly not at the same time. Well, sometimes they were but he hadn't heard anything about a solar or a moon eclipse. Besides, it was a bit hard for celestial bodies to eclipse if they were all in different parts of the sky at the same time.
This whole things was more then mildly disturbing to say the least.
“Well,”said the guy as he leaned up on his elbows. “Bugger.”
The guy obviously was the calm sort who didn't swear a whole lot, so hearing him say bugger was quite the impact. To someone. If someone had been around to hear it. But since there was no one around to hear it, it had very little impact indeed.
This, the chap thought to himself, might not be earth. He'd have said 'Kansas' but since he wasn't from Kansas nor had he ever been there, that would have silly.
Not to mention that it would also have been terribly cliche.
“Oi mate.”
The guy looked to his right and blinked. A small creature sat there, looking at him rather annoyed. Actually, it looked very annoyed. A small creature, with big ears, a longish snout, black fur, a puppy dog eyes.
In fact, the guy would be hard pressed *not* to call it a puppy-dog. In fact, he would have said it resembled a chihuahua.
Except, chihuahua's didn't talk as far as he was aware. But then, the sky hadn't been purple with a handful of celestial bodies when he went to bed either.
This was getting really disturbing.
“D'You mind?” the creature said (lets call it a dog for the sake of argument and because it's simpler for the imagination, after all there's nothing like visualization. That and, well, it's a dog.). “You're holding up the line.”
The guy blinked again and glanced past the dog to see that there was indeed a line. A bit of a wobbly line, yellow maybe white, hard to tell in this light. It started somewhere down the hill he couldn't look down at and stopped right behind the dog.
How odd.
Next to the dog laid a piece of chalk. One end dirty, obvious the part that had been used to draw the line. The other part covered in drool. Which makes sense if you think about it considering dogs do not have opposable thumbs. So the only other option to use the chalk was its mouth. Snout. Whatever. And also... ick.
The guy wrinkled his nose.
Because, really, ick.
“Well?” The dog looked downright pissed now, stomping a small foot impatiently. “You gonna move or what? The line doesn't move on it's own, y'know.”
The guy - lets call him Henry for the sake of this story, because Henry is a nice, sensible and easy to remember name and I haven't used it before - Henry looked at the other side of him where this supposed line was to go.
He didn't even want to think about why a chihuahua, a talking one at that, was drawing a line in the middle of effing nowhere.
That's when he noticed the sign.
'Go into the light' it said, standing there proudly before a big beacon of light.
It was really surprising how Henry hadn't noticed this before. Seeing as said light threw a sort of eerie light over the entire landscape. But then, considering what he'd been through since waking up, maybe not so strange.
What was stupid was the sign.
Really, who goes into the light? It was a universal kept (not so) secret that *no one* went into the light.
Unless you were a firefly.
Or a Varilan. And as far as Henry knew he wasn't a Varilan. Unless his parents had lied to him. And he was pretty sure they hadn't. What, given the fact that Varilan's had red skin, six tentacle arms and hair no one wanted to be seen alive with. So that wasn't it.
Well, that and the fact that our Henry doesn't even know what a Varilan is let alone knows of their existence.
Which leaves only one other option for our Henry when it comes to 'going into the light'.
He was pretty sure only dead people went into the light.
Well.
Shit.
Henry sighed and glanced to the dog which was steadily growing more annoyed.
It kinda reminded him of the Taco Bell dog.
Hadn't he read that the Taco Bell dog had died recently?
Oh dear.
This was going to be a long day.
Which was quite a feat... what with it still being night so technically the day hadn't even begun.
And, wait, when had the bright sunny day turned into night?
Yeah. I dunno either. Don't ask.
Go on. Shoot. Make it go away.
Once upon a time...
At least that's how most stories start. Except this one that is.
This one starts with a guy. A guy who's waking up laying in blue grass. Staring up at the sky. A bright purple sky. Up at the two suns and the three moons. And no stars or clouds. Not because there aren't any stars or clouds but because it's daytime and because it's a really sunny day.
The guy blinks up at the sky and thinks, “what the fuck?”
He's thinking this because when he went to bed last night, after having had his normal cuppa tea with one lump of sugar and a dash of milk, a tea biscuit, fed his cat and read the another chapter of the book he was currently trying to struggle through (sort of boring but he couldn't bring himself to put it down since his mother had given it to him), the sky had been pitch black, with stars and one moon. Well, half moon since it was currently half moon.
The guy is pretty sure that the sky hadn't been purple, nor had there been three moons or two suns and most certainly not at the same time. Well, sometimes they were but he hadn't heard anything about a solar or a moon eclipse. Besides, it was a bit hard for celestial bodies to eclipse if they were all in different parts of the sky at the same time.
This whole things was more then mildly disturbing to say the least.
“Well,”said the guy as he leaned up on his elbows. “Bugger.”
The guy obviously was the calm sort who didn't swear a whole lot, so hearing him say bugger was quite the impact. To someone. If someone had been around to hear it. But since there was no one around to hear it, it had very little impact indeed.
This, the chap thought to himself, might not be earth. He'd have said 'Kansas' but since he wasn't from Kansas nor had he ever been there, that would have silly.
Not to mention that it would also have been terribly cliche.
“Oi mate.”
The guy looked to his right and blinked. A small creature sat there, looking at him rather annoyed. Actually, it looked very annoyed. A small creature, with big ears, a longish snout, black fur, a puppy dog eyes.
In fact, the guy would be hard pressed *not* to call it a puppy-dog. In fact, he would have said it resembled a chihuahua.
Except, chihuahua's didn't talk as far as he was aware. But then, the sky hadn't been purple with a handful of celestial bodies when he went to bed either.
This was getting really disturbing.
“D'You mind?” the creature said (lets call it a dog for the sake of argument and because it's simpler for the imagination, after all there's nothing like visualization. That and, well, it's a dog.). “You're holding up the line.”
The guy blinked again and glanced past the dog to see that there was indeed a line. A bit of a wobbly line, yellow maybe white, hard to tell in this light. It started somewhere down the hill he couldn't look down at and stopped right behind the dog.
How odd.
Next to the dog laid a piece of chalk. One end dirty, obvious the part that had been used to draw the line. The other part covered in drool. Which makes sense if you think about it considering dogs do not have opposable thumbs. So the only other option to use the chalk was its mouth. Snout. Whatever. And also... ick.
The guy wrinkled his nose.
Because, really, ick.
“Well?” The dog looked downright pissed now, stomping a small foot impatiently. “You gonna move or what? The line doesn't move on it's own, y'know.”
The guy - lets call him Henry for the sake of this story, because Henry is a nice, sensible and easy to remember name and I haven't used it before - Henry looked at the other side of him where this supposed line was to go.
He didn't even want to think about why a chihuahua, a talking one at that, was drawing a line in the middle of effing nowhere.
That's when he noticed the sign.
'Go into the light' it said, standing there proudly before a big beacon of light.
It was really surprising how Henry hadn't noticed this before. Seeing as said light threw a sort of eerie light over the entire landscape. But then, considering what he'd been through since waking up, maybe not so strange.
What was stupid was the sign.
Really, who goes into the light? It was a universal kept (not so) secret that *no one* went into the light.
Unless you were a firefly.
Or a Varilan. And as far as Henry knew he wasn't a Varilan. Unless his parents had lied to him. And he was pretty sure they hadn't. What, given the fact that Varilan's had red skin, six tentacle arms and hair no one wanted to be seen alive with. So that wasn't it.
Well, that and the fact that our Henry doesn't even know what a Varilan is let alone knows of their existence.
Which leaves only one other option for our Henry when it comes to 'going into the light'.
He was pretty sure only dead people went into the light.
Well.
Shit.
Henry sighed and glanced to the dog which was steadily growing more annoyed.
It kinda reminded him of the Taco Bell dog.
Hadn't he read that the Taco Bell dog had died recently?
Oh dear.
This was going to be a long day.
Which was quite a feat... what with it still being night so technically the day hadn't even begun.
And, wait, when had the bright sunny day turned into night?
Yeah. I dunno either. Don't ask.