How long has it been since his journey to the new world, to his new life? Five—no, six years? It had been awhile, a long while. He had been gone from his home ever since the new and highly advanced universe had come into play. He was messing around in Victoria's castle newly fixed kitchen that was destroyed once by the meanies set by Negativitron to infiltrate and transfer an army of his own. He got what he wanted, but in the end, his life was ended by Sackboy himself. The vacuum had exploded and all it contents of stolen things had become a fully new planet. It was a happy ending in the end of the adventure Sackboy had to go through to fix the wrong doings of the evil vacuum, and it has been since a year of the event. Sackboy hoped for something like this never happen again. It was already been done twice, scratching down the Negativitron of course, with the Hoards in the karting event, and the midget creator, the Collector, at his home planet. Oh, the stress was extreme.
"Sackboy," Sackboy looked up from what he was doing—stitching his left arm back together from a simple skateboard incident—and looked toward a lady possibly in her sixties. Her face was of a doll standard, literally. Her baby blue eyes stared at Sackboy carefully. "When was the last time you visited your home?" she asked him with deep concern. She had her cake apron on with stains of frosting covering it. She had just pulled a cake out of her handmade oven that she invented for her new kitchen. The cake was baked in chocolate and had vanilla frosting.
Sackboy stared in space at her and then looked down quickly at his arm that was almost finished being sown. Sackboy felt nothing but sorrow once the topic was brought up. Sackboy rarely ever spoke, but when necessary, he'll speak. "Six years." He spoke out in a voice that sounded like a child, which wasn't much of a surprise as he grew up with the age of his universe. He had the mind of an adult however, which was needed to help with thinking and the adaptation of things. Survival was the key of his kind, especially of how he has to live with other sack folks and the what-not. Levels upon levels made by sack folks like him, good and terrible, dangerous and safe, exciting and boring.
"Why not go visit it? I'm sure your friends there are missing you and…" "I have no friends there." He called out, stopping Victoria's sentence. "They all moved here, everyone but…" Sackboy stopped, decided that he said enough. Victoria gave a concerned look. "But who, if I can ask?" she questioned. She laid down her finished cake onto a kitchen counter and her hands on her apron. She mentally made a victory squeal of her achievement.
Sackboy didn't reply back, making Victoria sighed. "Why not go visit though, it's your home you know. You don't have to worry about us, the gang and I can take care of ourselves. We did improve our security." Victoria was right. Security was improved, highly. It was advanced well so that the incident would never happen again, ever. Sackboy looked back up at Victoria. He agreed with her on it. Why not? At least he can go see the person he dear most once again…
He held in his breath, and then let it all out. "Alright, I'll make the arrangements for it." He felt a tingling feeling of something however—oh right! How could he forget that? "Hey Victoria…" he began. Victoria looked at him with concern. "How did the Creators of LBP1 go insane?" Victoria stopped in pace of everything of what she was doing. Her silent made Sackboy nervous. "Eve said something about them snapping. One of them, she said, was repeating the same thing, of 'He's here' or something. But dear, you may want to ask her yourself." Victoria smiled at Sackboy. Sackboy didn't feel comfortable about it however.
Sackboy finished his sowing of his arm. He cut the string with his scissors and moved his arm around to make sure of its perfect condition. He smiled at himself. "Are you sure about me leaving you guys? You guys won't survive a day without me. You guys will tear each other heads off." Sackboy gave a smirk at Victoria. Victoria gasped, "No, we'll be fine, honest!" she laughed. She took off her apron and set it onto a hook on the wall made out of chocolate candy bars. Sackboy sighed. "Well, alright." He laughed. But the tingling feeling still stayed with him. What was it?
Yeah yeah, I don't own the game series LittleBigPlanet through LittleBigPlanet Karting. I do believe I have the rights to write about it as long as I'm not making money out of it or anything. Alright, first chapter. Yippee. Yeah, somewhat short, but the rest of the chapters will possibly be just as short. Oh well, I'm trying. The next chapter will be up when I have the time. Boo-hoo. The wait will be worth it.