U-DO
It was the beginning of a cataclysm, but no one was aware. As the cyborg stood in the hallway, he was unaware also. I'm sure if he knew, he would have prayed fiercely to a God he no longer believed in to spare him the looming troubles following.
The realian grabbed his hand in her usual enthusiastic manner perhaps hoping that it would one day rub off on the cyborg; I doubt it would. She proposed to the cyborg that he came with her to Jr.'s story gathering. The cyborg's face lifted in thought for a moment and then looked back at the smiling realian again. He kindly refused the proposal and suddenly the realian's face saddened. So disheartened was her face that the cyborg nearly regretted his decision, but the realian never took comfort in such contradicting thoughts if it wasn't for the stoic expression that always sat upon his face. The cyborg, at least, reasoned with her stating that he was going to the maintenance lab. The realian nodded slowly, feeling dejected, but soon left the cyborg to his own thoughts.
He hadn't had maintenance in a while what with all the turmoil everyday brought. Soon after the rescue of the little realian he hadn't had a moment's peace. Not to mention the clashing personality of Jr. against his nor the fact that he could sense the hidden fear of the others whenever he walked into their presence. Things like this very quickly grew tiring and bothersome after a time.
A solitary figure of the cyborg stood silently in the hall. The figure soon began to walk slowly to the lab in deep thought.
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MOMO scarcely fell asleep that night. The horrific images that were generated by Jr.'s descriptive vocabulary, danced in her mind continuously. Haunting dreams plagued her until the next day where she woke, sweating and breathing hard. The realian breathed a sigh of relief when she realized it was merely a dream.
A moment later found the girl in her usual attire which was predominately navy blue. As she stepped outside she made a quick note to visit her quiet friend, Ziggy.
She found him in his room that consisted of one lonely chair. Whatever he was doing at that moment ceased when she walked in.
"I'm sorry to disturb you…"
"Oh, no, you're not disturbing me," said the deep, resonate voice.
"You wanna hear a story then, the one that Jr. told?"
Ziggy looked at her questioningly as if to ask Why would you want to do that?
"It's been bothering me ever since he told me. And…I want your opinion…if it could really happen."
"You could ask him…"
"I know, but he'll just say something like I told you so… and he'd be right."
"I see."
"So can I tell you?"
Ziggy nodded.
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Boring? I know, but give me a chance! It's only the first chapter after all! Oh yeah and unlike my other stories I already have the story fineshed, but its not typed yet. RATE RATE PLZZZZZZZ!!!!