I realize that this type of story has been done many times before but would like to take a bash at it myself. Bare with me, I haven't watched the show for awhile. Hope you like it.
Standard disclaimer applies.
So what would happen if I ended up in Xiaoline showdown?
No idea but one can hope.
Today is just like yesterday, I can predict it will be the same tomorrow, perfectly safe, perfectly boring.
Sometimes I like to walk new roads, take busses to places I've never heard of just for a change of pace. Today that's taken me to a park, unsurprisingly I'm the only on here. I picked up an empty beer bottle, signs of a group of teenagers that have long since left. I placed it in a nearby bin and sighed, watching the vapor trail hang in the air.
I didn't really want to be out this late, the silence was eerie, the wind raw making a single swing creak in its sway, but I needed to think. I wasn't even sure where I was anymore, it wouldn't be the first time that I've gotten lost and find it doesn't bother me nearly as much as it should anymore.
Staring at the chipping paint of a climbing frame for a few seconds, I zipped my thin coat up as far as it would go before dragging my feet towards the swing, frozen grass crunching under my feet. The swing started to protest as I sat down but after a few moments became as silent as the wind itself.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I slouched over, burring my head in my hands, running my fingers gently through my hair, sinking further into myself as the wind picked up sending a chill down my spine.
That's not such a bad thing though is it?
I gripped at the chain rubbing my bare fingers over the cool metal.
Not having a plan.
I sat up slowly, although slightly slouched over and felt my eyes widen with alertness as I finally looked up.
After all you never know what's around the next corner.
"Oh hell" Was the only response I could muster. Staring horrified at the swirling mass of colours that was a few feet in front of me. How should I react to something so, bizarre? Maybe I should stop watching those sci-fi movies.
Despite whatever it was being extremely out of place it isn't doing anything visibly harmful. That should be enough for me; I should turn round, run and never think of this awful night again. It's what I should do, but not what I wanted. I'm not well known for my wisdom, or lack of.
Shimming around the, thing, carefully I started looking for something to poke it with just to make sure it was safe enough to touch. I don't really feel like losing any of my limbs tonight, although maybe I should be more concerned about losing my sanity, what's left of it anyway.
Not finding anything long enough to poke it with from a safe distance I went back to the bin and picked the beer bottle back out, trying to ignore the rancid smell.
A few moments later I found myself ready, standing in front of the swirling mass of colours in a standoffish posture as it sat there innocently. I narrowed my eyes knowing that it was quite likely far from the case.
Holding the bottle at arm's length I stuck it halfway through, feeling rather silly after a second, when nothing spectacular happened. Pulling the bottle back out, I inspected it for damage. It remained the same, same grimy green bottle. I placed it back in the bin.
Knowing it was a stupid thing to do and deciding to do it anyway I tried the same thing with my arm. To say it was surprising when I felt something soft on the other side would be an understatement. Before I could let go of whatever it was I got pulled in.
I'm dreaming. That's the only logical explanation. The thought bounced around the back of my mind as I got plunged into completely different surroundings, my eyes finding it hard to adapt to a blinding light and disorientated by a shrill screaming. I stumbled over my feet and into various hard objects in panic, starting to scream myself when I heard something smash right next to where I was standing.
"Hey! It took me a week to fix that" An agitated voice squealed. The screaming stopped.
I forced myself to open my eyes, shaking when I realized I was in some sort of lab. A clutter of mechanics lay on the ground, tables and even on the walls. What the hell happened to the park. Where was the grass, the moon and darkness of the night, the bleak wind that I grew to despises yet love so much. It was gone, replaced by a mechanical mess that I had never seen before and yet somehow knew.
I scrambled back, breathing rapidly knocking over more objects in my attempt to escape the situation. The orchestra of chaos rang loudly in my ears.
"No wait, don't touch that" Bang "Wait a second" clang "stop-" clunk "Would you-" smash "STOP BREAKING MY STUFF"
I ran out of room to run, pushing myself as far against the wall as possible. I willed myself to become one with the background. The next couple of moments were filled with silence as I tried to steady my breathing, taking in my surrounding as I assessed the situation.
The mechanics I trashed sparked at random initials and were littered all around the place. Did I really do that? I lowered my eyes.
"Do you have any idea how long I spend making these?" A male voice called out barely controlling his anger. "Only for all my plans to be ruined in mere seconds."
If I wasn't so terrified I might have felt guilty, but after taking a look around, after what I saw I was sure me being here had something to do with him, whoever he was.
"I-" I let out a shaky breath, slumping against the wall. Where should I begin? "What just happened?"
"You just destroyed my newest invention, that's what's happened" He seethed. I'm not quite sure how to react to that, so I didn't. "Not that you care about that I see" his voice rose in pitch. I could hear him tinkering with the broken pieces. "Well you might once you know what it was." An almightily crash made me wince. "After all you can't get home when it's in this condition."
My eyes widened, I could feel my heart beating a mile a Minuit within my chest. "I- You can't be serious." I choked the words out.
"Ah that got your attention didn't it." I caught glimpses of his blood red hair, his back facing me as he picked up more parts. "It's funny how people start listening to me when they want something" His voice was almost a whisper but I still caught it.
"Jack" A third voice nearly had me jumping out of my skin. "Jack, I told you, you were wasting our time with these useless inventions. Look where they got you this time, a clumsy idiot with no colour coordination." Well that last part certainly caught my attention. Something about this seemed awfully familiar. Jack sighed, his shoulders dropping.
"I'm not in the mood for this right now Wuya" He grumbled "you can tell me how worthless I am later."
I felt my heart stop as soon as he said the name. No way. I refuse to believe it.
"Jack. Just think now that your toys are gone we can spend more time looking for Shen Gon Wu. We need them all."
I'm dreaming, hallucinating, this is it isn't it, I've finally gone mad. No way, there's no way that this is real.
Jack bolted upright, grabbing my attention. He looked just like him, the real thing goggles in all and Wuya was really a ghost.
I could feel myself getting hysterical.
"I told you I don't want to talk right now, why don't you go bug someone else for a change, can't you see I'm busy here?"
I pressed myself into the wall further, shaking, trying to get as much distance from them as possible, futile they were only about ten feet away now. I have to say something to stop them from getting closer.
"Is this a joke?" My words were strained. "a really sick joke?" I exhaled "Tell me this is, you can't- you can't be real" His expression remained flat.
"No I'm an elaborate figment of your imagination." he deadpanned "of course I'm real."
"No, no no. Ha no. you can't be real, you shouldn't exist, impossible, the Jack Spicer, evil boy genius, impossible, no."
Then his expression did change, jaw going slack slightly as I eyed them carefully.
"How did you-"
"You really are a figment" my breathing became rapid.
"Have you been-"
"That's it no more cheese before bedtime"
"Would you please-"
"This is my dream; I say when I wake up. Wake up. Wake up, wake up, wake up."
He growled closing the short distance between us, and even though I was sure this was a dream I was intimidated. I kept on telling myself that he wasn't really here that he couldn't hurt me, that it was all inside my head. He did something that I didn't expect, I heard a ringing in my ears before I felt his hand across my face but what really surprised me was the sting that followed. Everyone knows you can't feel pain in dreams. My heart sank. Tears began prickling in my eyes.
"I assure you this is no dream." He growled softly backing away without breaking eye contact. "You'd better start telling me how the hell you know who I am before this turns into a nightmare."
I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this. If anyone likes it I might but be warned I'm known for being notoriously slow.
