Greetings! My first fan fiction story (my very first written just this August), but second one to be posted here. I'm just publishing it as is, but I've also edited some parts since there were some typos and grammar mistakes.
It had been a day since the outbreak of the bizarre. The bizarre virus. The Joy.
No one in Elmore know how it was created, where it came from, when it was created, who created it, why it was created, blah blah blah-or what it really was (at least not anyone who was a particular blue furred individual, with a legged fish for a brother and best friend-and maybe even a middle-aged pink man-bunny).
But many know that it all started at the Elmore school. It was dismissal time, and it was normal for the school day's end to be cheerful. Indeed, it was cheerful. Except the children were unnaturally cheerful-freakishly happy, and hugged their parents into happy oblivion. Their parents reluctantly accepted their children's suspicious hugs, and soon they knew no better than to go on a hug rampage.
The infected were released from the school, and into all of Elmore. Like those cliche zombie horror movies, most of Elmore's citizens had quickly succumbed to the virus. Again, like those awesome yet too familiar apocalypse films, only a handful of survivors were spared, roaming around the (happy and colorful) ruins of the town. Some of those survivors were a group of friends, average people (and minor characters in the eyes of others). Unbeknown to them, their school day would turn into a survival, and then to a mission…to save the county from an (abnormal) eternal bliss.
Elmore city, a day after the outbreak…
The buildings were trashed, the streets littered with car ruins, and litter. Pools of rainbow liquid were scattered around, casting a faint glow that radiated to the sky. It was a silent night, and even the moon felt the joy (but was too far away to be infected, lucky him). Not an uninfected mouse was stirring. Then suddenly amongst the wreckage, a flash that brought a gust blowing through the quiet of the town.
Five survivors were rushing through the ruins. A watermelon, a sentient doormat, a liger, a stickman, and a teapot were one of those groups of survivors in Elmore. Fortunately, they had barely escaped the Joy filled Elmore Junior High with Miss Simian's message, and tape (the music which they recorded/exported on their more modern music players).
"Move it!" Walter the watermelon hissed at his companions, "And be careful with the music player. It's our only chance."
Matt the red doormat, one of his companions nodded as they crept amongst the darkness, hiding from the huggers. He was carrying a sentient teapot who was also an accompanying survivor. "I've got a bad filling about this." Ronald the limbless teapot said to himself as tea swished from inside him. "Oh man, I wet myself. Careful Matt. Try not to swing me too much. While you're at it, don't drop me again."
The doormat smiled guiltily as he remembered the last time he had dropped the teapot. They had been in the school, hiding from the infected when Ronald slipped from his grip. Fortunately, Ronald landed on something soft. Unfortunately, it was a hugger. This got them running for their sanity. "Of course Ron. We're a "Tea'm" you know?" He chuckled as they rushed under the bright moonlight, then cleared his throat without much sound.
"Too tired to laugh huh?" He muttered, "or did anyone get the joke at all?"
They made it across about five streets, when suddenly Lewis pointed to a large building, one that would be familiar to every citizen of the area (except for Idaho, and his family).
"Aha! To the supermarket"
They dashed to the supermarket, hopping over pools of multicolored liquids, scattered thingamajigs, food, and money. Matt bent over the pools, and as he rushed with his friends to the mart, swiftly collect the scattered bills and change. He thought it was a bad timing for money, but collected it anyway. If things got out of hand (that is, if the joy virus spread to the outskirts of Elmore, and possibily infected the world) maybe the money would be of some use. Or maybe not since economies would fail, or-whatever. He shrugged these thoughts off.
The five arrived at the supermarket, safe and sound. Sticky (being a 2-dimensional being) and Matt (a thin doormat) slipped through the slightly ajar cracked glass doors. Walter took Ronald, and pried open the doors with his bulk. Following Walter's trail was Lewis. Lewis crept after Walter, but was unfortunately squished by the still operational (but damaged) automatic sliding door. He grunted softly as he pried open the glass door, and entered.
Inside the mart, it was less chaotic than the outside world. There was still pools of rainbows, and scattered goods and miscellaneous objects everywhere. The lights were out, and the interior was covered in total darkness. At least the total darkness told them it was safe. A light (let alone a multicolored light) could mean an infected person.
Lewis, Matt, Ronald, Walter, and Sticky felt their way through the blackness, and soon encountered the counter. Usually Larry was here, always smiling (somewhat plastically as was his job), always watching. Now, only his red hat remained at the countertop. The five entered inside the compartment of the counter. Walter rummaged in the drawers and cabinets around until he found a flashlight. Walter took the small yellow torch, and clicked it open.
"Okay."
He revealed a familiar camera. The same camera Miss Simian had used to record the Joy virus' progress.
"So according to this Professor Simian-"
"She's not a professor." Butted in Lewis.
"Well, then Doctor-"
"She's not a doctor either."
"I was trying to be sarcastic." Scratching his head (or crown rather) he continued. "Whatever. According to this footage, the depressing music that we have in our music players can cure this bizarre joyfulness rampaging the county. All we have to do is keep sneaking until we reach the radio broadcasting station, go to the studio (or whatever it is called where they broadcast the music) and play this music. Then when all of Elmore hears the music, they'll be cured…or I hope. Once we're there, Lewis and I will go to the broadcasting station, while Matt-" He gestured towards the mentioned person, "you'll guard us, with Sticky. If we're lucky, we'll make it there without getting unnaturally joyful."
"How about me?" The white clay teapot clinked, "What do I do?"
Walter just looked down at the teapot. The teapot smiled in the darkness, his shiny body reflecting whatever moonlight fell on him. The watermelon could see his reflection on the teapot while he scratched his head as he thought of a duty to assign to Ronald. "Erm-you can carry this flashlight"
"But I don't have hands."
"No, you're going to have the flashlight inside you…how do I put this? We are gonna store the flashlight inside of you, and that way you'll be carrying it."
Disturbed slightly, Ronald opened his mouth to speak.
Only to be interrupted by sudden laughter. The laughter was soft, but echoed loudly enough to tell the five that whoever it was coming from was nearby. And infected. Sticky flattened himself into the floor in fear. "What obscurity was that!?"
"Okay, calm down." Lewis said, "Lets not get too scared or anxious. One of us should check it out-"
"Ow you stepped on MY FACE-"
"Sh!"
As Walter poked out to search for any movement in the dark, and possibly the source of the laughter, Lewis gingerly raised his foot. Underneath was a smudged face of two-dimensional quality. It was his stickman friend.
"Sorry dude, lets just try to stay calm. If we get scared or mad, you could attract them. It's sort of like negative attracts positive…you get the idea"
"I don't think it works like that." Sticky retorted, while fixing his flat paper-like face with a pencil.
"Just try it."
All of them (aside from Walter) nodded meekly. They all began to think happy and calming thoughts.
"Think…happy! Think…soothing thoughts."
As they began to brood happy thoughts, Lewis turned to Walter who was still peeking out. The watermelon was so still that in the dark, it looked like he was part of the counter.
"Walter, anything there?"
Walter did not respond. Lewis waited a minute, then asked again. "Walter?"
Silence. The others took note of this. Sticky grew so frightened he tried hiding inside Ronald only to douse himself in cold tea. Matt flattened himself on the floor this time. Lewis raised a finger, and poked the watermelon gingerly. Suddenly, he found himself being wrestled by the watermelon.
"Ow!" Once the watermelon realized he was wrestling his friend, he let go. "What was that about?" He asked while rubbing his tough beautiful watermelon skin gingerly. Matt rolled up, Ronald relaxed and steamed cooly (for him, steaming was like exhaling heavily), and Sticky sighed in relief.
"Just checking. You weren't moving anymore."
"Thank goodness you did that." Walter said, "I got attracted by that TV."
Matt and Sticky widened their eyes. "Attacked?"
"Attracted. By a TV over there. I mean those commercials are too ridiculous to be ignored sometimes." Where Walter pointed, they could see a faint glimmering light. It flickered randomly, and random noises could be heard coming from the same direction. They could just make out a Baby Anais commercial in a small flatscreen TV somewhere off the distance, lying in the dark.
"Its just a kid's girly commercial. Must've been left on in the outbreak. Other from that, aisle is clear"
The five shrugged, and cautiously snuck out of the counter, keeping their heads low, and themselves cool and calm. In the nearest aisle, they avoided a large puddle of colored fluid. The aisle was trashed, with many more various objects scattered. Above, they saw the hanging signage telling them that they were in the technology department. Scanning the aisles with the flashlight, they saw the shelves lined with earphones, CDs, gadget skins and covers, tablets, wires, and USB wires. There were more products on the shelves that they could not make out with the dwindling torch light. Walter tapped the torch, and at once it stopped dwindling.
"Didn't know they sold these here." Sticky remarked, "I thought this was just a food mart"
They all couldn't care less anyway. Walter inspected a pack of batteries nearby. "Alright, there must be something useful here."
Looking around, they found themselves in a section full of speakers, phones, and other high-tech looking gadgets.
"These speakers are gonna be useful." The liger said, taking a small pair.
"Yeah, and I'll just take this TV, and this…for some of my experiments." Sticky grinned, carried away.
Matt beamed back at him. "Game Station IV? Don't mind if I do."
As Lewis grabbed another pair of small speakers and compared them with the other speakers, Sticky and Matt nonchalantly swapped phones, consoles and all the devices you could think of that could fit in four pockets, and a teapot.
"Good thing I got no Klep-tea-mania like my older granddad from my kettle's side." Ronald remarked.
As the two continued to browse and casually stock their 2-D, or furry mat-pockets with corporate goodies, Walter stocked up on two more packs of spare batteries. He then noticed his two companions getting carried away with the gadgets, and snapped at them in the middle of their tracks.
"What? Don't you guys know any better than to steal and burden us? We got barely any bags to carry those, so we'll only be bringing necessities."
The two realized what they were doing. Mumbling their apologies, they hurriedly dumped the excess loot they stocked up on back to their places. Matt also dumped all the cash he had found on their way to the mart. It surely was so tempting to just take everything that one saw in the technology department with no guards. When Sticky and Matt were done, the watermelon turned to the others who were just browsing around.
"Done? Now lets go"
"Hold on dude." His liger friend said. "First, lets get geared!"
Once again, advice and reviews would be appreciated. I'll be updating this story soon, a moth larvae spins a cocoon.