A fine day out
Author's Note: A Christmas gift for my Morail! I'm going to try and update it daily until its done! I hope you like it !
You tried to ignore your alarm clock for the second time but you couldn't sleep past its annoying repartition of beep-beep-beep this time. Languidly, you brought an arm up, slapped the snooze button with you hand and rolled over. You didn't want to get up today even though you had loads to do. You had homework you hadn't even looked at let alone touched that was do tomorrow morning and internet things you really should do before people got upset at you for not doing them but even with these pressures over your head neither task was probably get done. You forced yourself up off your pillow blinking blearily at the time. It was 2:53 pm. A time people really shouldn't sleep in to if they wanted to get anything done that day. You groaned, threw the covers off you and rolled out of bed. You slowly got ready for the day (the afternoon really) taking way more time than necessary to brush your teeth, comb your hair and put on clothes. When you were all done you threw yourself on your bed and looked at your computer with sleepy eyes. Normally, you would hop right on the moment you got up to pick up conversations from the night before or whatever but today you didn't feel like it. You didn't feel like anything. You swung your legs over your bed and noticed that your shoes were untied. Hold up—why did you have your shoes on in the first place? You pulled at the backs of them starting to take them off but you stopped.
You hadn't been outside in a while and it was clear your subconscious wanted out. With a sigh you got up and pulled open your curtains to see what it looked like out there. You squinted your eyes as light poured in. You didn't wait for your eyes to adjust before dropping the curtain back down. It looked...okay out there, you guessed. You looked down at your shoes once more before heading out through your front door.
It really was okay out here. There wasn't much of a breeze and the sun was now covered up by some big fluffy clouds. You stuck your hands in your pockets and beat a lackadaisy path to your backyard. Your backyard wasn't anything spectacular. It was just an elongated rectangle with patchy winter-fall grass and some dozen or so trees that made up a tiny woods that connected you to your backyard neighbor's yard. You could see the back of their house from where you were standing. If you stood on your tip-toes you could see through the window right into their kitchen. So, yeah, your backyard area wasn't exactly a forest but you didn't need one to have a nice walk. It was good enough. You started your trek mind already thinking about what you were going to start working on when you got back in the house.
You ambled down the worn manmade path until you heard the trickle of a tiny creek that cut through the woods a few feet from the path. The trees were thin enough that you know you had no fear of getting lost if you hopped off the trail so you did. You followed the tiny creek. It was nothing more than a shoe's length across and had as much energy as you did Monday morning first period. Sometimes you would catch frogs in it but today you were just content in following to its end and turning back around. The creek ended in an unimpressive pond of murky green water that was covered in leaves, tires and other assorted trash. Yes, you decided that you would follow the creek until it ended at that pond when something flew past your ear.
You cried a shrill gasp. Whatever flew past your ear sounded like a bug, a large bug with huge wings that buzzed right up against your ear. You jumped back so far that you almost stumbled into the creek. Eyes still wide from the sudden shock, you saw what fluttered by you as it stopped, turned around, and looked back at you. A...tiny white winged bull? You regarded it as it regarded you. That moment felt like it lasted much longer than it really did. Your mind was still trying to grasp what was happening when the pixiebull turned about in the air and took off, beating its wings furiously like a dragonfly. Before you could rationalize what was happening you took off after it like a rocket, jumping over rock and brambles that threatened to trip you up and make you loose sight of the curious thing. You and it ran (flew) right along side the creek that seemed like it was getting bigger. You could see it out of the corner of your eye. The further and further you went the larger the creek became until it was a roaring river right besides you. The trees too were starting to change. They were getting thicker and closer together. Soon the trees were so thick that you lost sight of the bull and had to follow after the sound of its wings. Until, eventually, you could no longer hear them and was merely moving in the same direction you last heard them at. The underbrush was now as tall as you and thick vines made almost impenetrable walls around trees so thick that if all your classmates stood hand in hand they wouldn't be able to encompass it. It was getting impossible to navigate through. You were about to turn back when the dense growth inexplicable stopped.
You stumbled into the sudden clearing down a steep moss covered hill. The whole clearing, in fact, was covered in the same moss making it feel like you were walking on a squishy green cloud. The small creek, now a roaring river ended right and proper in a dignified end as a modest waterfall that fell into a perfectly round and crystal clear pool of water. It was so clear you could see straight into the bottom of it. You crouched down next to it to get a good look at yourself in its reflection. Your face had mud and plant guts all over it. Your left cheek was scratched and bleeding though you don't remember when that had happened. You could have used this water to clear up (it was certainly cleaner that the water you go out of the tap at home) but you didn't want to stick your dirty hands in it. Next to the pond was a large mouthed cave. You got up from the pond reluctantly towards the cave trying to make your mind up whether or not you should explore it. The little white bull could have gone in there, there could be a whole herd or flock or whatever a group of flying tiny farm animals were called in there. The thought of a whole mess of flying fairy bulls excited you. Without another thought on the matter you headed in.
The cave had a mossy floor just like the clearing did and in the distance you could hear dripping and a strange shuffling sound. This made you a bit frightened but your curiosity far outweighed your fears. You moved a couple of feet in and any light that the moon had given you outside was gobbled up by the walls and ceiling of the cave. You kept walking suddenly becoming aware of how tired you were. Your legs ached from the chasing of the bull and you were all tuckered out. You wanted to sit down but you weren't quite confident that you would get up any time soon and the thought of cave bugs crawling all over you grossed you out so you carried on in the dark. The further and further you walked the less and less mossy the ground was. The dripping and shuffling were getting louder and louder. A few more minutes or a few more miles, a few more feet or a few more hours, it was all beginning to feel the same. The moss was completely gone now and you were following a hard path completely in the dark. The dripping was the loudest now and you kept hitting against rocks that were growing from the ground. Stalactites? Or Stalagmites? One or the other, whichever one wasn't growing on the ground was growing from the ceiling and was the source of the drip. Whatever it was dripping was thick, cold and unpleasant, coming from some unseen source. From there on your path was getting smoother but it was also getting narrower. The walls and ceiling were getting closer and closer to each other that you could touch the either sides of the walls with your outstretched hands and had to start crouching down as you went along. Logically, you would have turned back by now, found your way back home, and made a nice microwaveable dinner before going to bed but the shuffling sound was getting louder you knew you were close to the source. You just had to find out what it was!
As the walls and ceiling encroached further the shuffling sound began to sound metallic to you like a shuffle banging against something hard. Someone, you reason, must be digging! In the distance you could see—you could see! A pale light flickered in the distance graying up the black around you. You could see where the sound was coming from and just in time to because you were running out of space. Crouched down low like a jack in a box, you called out hello hoping whoever it was that was digging was friendly. The sound stopped for a moment, just a moment, and began again. You edged closer to the hole where the light shone through and called out hello again. This time the digging stopped and the light moved away. This dismayed you. You didn't want the digger to leave! But your dismay was short lived as a face appeared in the hole. It wasn't a human face, you couldn't make much out but it had great big yellow eyes.
"Hell0," it asked back at you. It spoke clearly and said the final letter like it was its own separate word "Oh".
The shifting on the top was getting louder and something hit your shoulder; hard. Before you could call out for help the ceiling collapsed on top of you and the last thing you heard before everything went black and silent was the frantic scrapping of something metallic on rocks.