Esprit Bleu, Coeur Noir
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By Marisa and Bibly
...or Bibly and Marisa
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Note from Marisa: This is one of those colaborative stories that I love so much, between Bibly and I. ^_^ I write a chapter, send it to Bibly, she writes a chapter, sends it to me...so on, so forth, until it's finished. This chapter happens to be my work. Enjoy!
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Forte Sat up in bed. It wasn't his bed. This wasn't his room. This wasn't right. He was staring at sky colored walls. The bed had sapphire sheets. He was wearing blue pajamas.
He jumped out of bed. The floor was a lot closer than it should have been.
"What the fuck?"
His voice was high. Too high. That wasn't his voice. It was someone else's.
"N...no. No no no."
He whirled, desperately searching for a mirror. There was one on the far wall, next to a blue wardrobe.
This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.
He stepped closer to the mirror, as the image on the other side came clearer into view. His face was only a foot from the glass until the truth finally sank in.
Forte was looking into the mirror.
Rock was staring back.
Lumpy mattress. Scratchy sheets. Starchy pajamas. Rock groaned and opened his eyes. Where was he? He'd never seen this place before.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes, brushing some purple locks of hair from his eyes. Man, was he tired. He stretched and yawned...
Hey! His hair was black, not purple! And it wasn't that long!
In fact, the only guy he knew with purple hair was...
was...
No.
Rock jumped out of bed. The bed that wasn't his. The floor was concrete, not carpet. And it was much farther away than it should have been.
He glanced around and found a mirror. It was smudged and cracked, but it still gave him a good idea of how he looked. And he looked like Forte.
Forte immediately locked the door to Rock's room. His room. This room. Whatever. The LAST thing he needed was someone walking in on him while he was trying to think.
Dream. Dream. Dream. This was a dream. Nothing but some nightmare! Yes, that's it! Just a nightmare...just a nightmare.
Forte stared up at the ceiling. "I'd like to wake up now!" He called, trudging over to Rock's bed. "I'll just sit here and wait 'till I do!"
Rock was in a frenzy. What happened? How could something like this happen? This couldn't happen! This was something you'd see in a book, or a movie, or a video game! This was real life, this couldn't happen!
He sighed and sat down on the floor. Not like it was any better that that lumpy old mattress. He curled up, knees close to his chest, back against the wall. He needed to think. When did this happen? Probably the middle of the night. How did this happen?
His thoughts were interrupted by a low growl to his right. Glancing in that direction, he saw the purple lupine robot, Gospel, baring its teeth at Rock, ready to strike.
"You can tell I'm not Forte, huh?" Rock murmured.
A threatening bark was his answer, as Gospel stepped closer.
"Please don't look at me like that. I know I'm not Forte, You know I'm not Forte, but being attacked isn't what I need right now."
Gospel growled louder.
"Just leave me alone!" Rock buried his face - Forte's face - in his knees - Forte's knees - and let out a muffled sob. Rock didn't often cry, but this qualified as a good time.
The growling stopped, but Rock didn't notice until he felt Gospel lick his cheek.
"Wh..what?"
Gospel sat quietly, almost grinning.
"You heard me crying, huh?" Rock smiled, patting the dog on the head. "I hope you don't mind, I didn't mean to steal your master's body. I think this is going to take a little getting used to for the both of us." It was good to have a friend at a time like this. Strangely enough, Gospel seemed to have actual emotion. Rush, on the other hand, was only programmed to act how a dog would. Rock felt a small twang of jealousy over Forte for that.
Forte! He was in Forte's body, so does that mean...
"Is Forte in MY body?"
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By Marisa and Bibly
...or Bibly and Marisa
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Note from Marisa: This is one of those colaborative stories that I love so much, between Bibly and I. ^_^ I write a chapter, send it to Bibly, she writes a chapter, sends it to me...so on, so forth, until it's finished. This chapter happens to be my work. Enjoy!
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Forte Sat up in bed. It wasn't his bed. This wasn't his room. This wasn't right. He was staring at sky colored walls. The bed had sapphire sheets. He was wearing blue pajamas.
He jumped out of bed. The floor was a lot closer than it should have been.
"What the fuck?"
His voice was high. Too high. That wasn't his voice. It was someone else's.
"N...no. No no no."
He whirled, desperately searching for a mirror. There was one on the far wall, next to a blue wardrobe.
This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.
He stepped closer to the mirror, as the image on the other side came clearer into view. His face was only a foot from the glass until the truth finally sank in.
Forte was looking into the mirror.
Rock was staring back.
Lumpy mattress. Scratchy sheets. Starchy pajamas. Rock groaned and opened his eyes. Where was he? He'd never seen this place before.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes, brushing some purple locks of hair from his eyes. Man, was he tired. He stretched and yawned...
Hey! His hair was black, not purple! And it wasn't that long!
In fact, the only guy he knew with purple hair was...
was...
No.
Rock jumped out of bed. The bed that wasn't his. The floor was concrete, not carpet. And it was much farther away than it should have been.
He glanced around and found a mirror. It was smudged and cracked, but it still gave him a good idea of how he looked. And he looked like Forte.
Forte immediately locked the door to Rock's room. His room. This room. Whatever. The LAST thing he needed was someone walking in on him while he was trying to think.
Dream. Dream. Dream. This was a dream. Nothing but some nightmare! Yes, that's it! Just a nightmare...just a nightmare.
Forte stared up at the ceiling. "I'd like to wake up now!" He called, trudging over to Rock's bed. "I'll just sit here and wait 'till I do!"
Rock was in a frenzy. What happened? How could something like this happen? This couldn't happen! This was something you'd see in a book, or a movie, or a video game! This was real life, this couldn't happen!
He sighed and sat down on the floor. Not like it was any better that that lumpy old mattress. He curled up, knees close to his chest, back against the wall. He needed to think. When did this happen? Probably the middle of the night. How did this happen?
His thoughts were interrupted by a low growl to his right. Glancing in that direction, he saw the purple lupine robot, Gospel, baring its teeth at Rock, ready to strike.
"You can tell I'm not Forte, huh?" Rock murmured.
A threatening bark was his answer, as Gospel stepped closer.
"Please don't look at me like that. I know I'm not Forte, You know I'm not Forte, but being attacked isn't what I need right now."
Gospel growled louder.
"Just leave me alone!" Rock buried his face - Forte's face - in his knees - Forte's knees - and let out a muffled sob. Rock didn't often cry, but this qualified as a good time.
The growling stopped, but Rock didn't notice until he felt Gospel lick his cheek.
"Wh..what?"
Gospel sat quietly, almost grinning.
"You heard me crying, huh?" Rock smiled, patting the dog on the head. "I hope you don't mind, I didn't mean to steal your master's body. I think this is going to take a little getting used to for the both of us." It was good to have a friend at a time like this. Strangely enough, Gospel seemed to have actual emotion. Rush, on the other hand, was only programmed to act how a dog would. Rock felt a small twang of jealousy over Forte for that.
Forte! He was in Forte's body, so does that mean...
"Is Forte in MY body?"
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