My second fic. I hope it's better than the last.
I've taken a huge step in my writing by putting an original character in here. Considering I haven't really proven myself as a writer here yet, I probably shouldn't. But, oh well! I regret NOTHING! And don't worry—my character has no romantic interest with anyone! Yay!
Disclaimer: I do not own SRMTHFG and do not claim that I do. C'mon, did you really think I would have a FanFiction account if I did?
Chiro sighed as he plopped himself next to his fellow teammates outside the robot. The red monkey was telling some joke he heard while the others gazed towards the heavens, not paying much attention. The silver simian blissfully floated just inches above the ground, his eyes half closed. The scientist had his nose in a book while the mechanic kept tugging at his arm to get his attention. The yellow monkey stared at the red one with little interest and yawned. After only a few minutes the red primate gave up and tilted his head towards the sky as a flock of geese soared high above the gargantuan robot.
It had been an unbearably boring week.
Chiro sighed again, only louder this time. An awkward silence hung over the six until a certain green monkey couldn't take it any more.
"This place is so boring!" he shrieked. The other five stared blankly at their friend indifferently. Eventually the red monkey chuckled and broke the silence:
"What a thrilling discovery, genius," said Sprx sarcastically, "I thought Gibson was the smart one."
Gibson glared at his red counterpart. "Now, there's no reason to be rude, Sprx," he began, "Do we poke fun at you when you tell one of your insipid jokes?"
"What does 'insipid' mean?" questioned Chiro. Gibson began to explain but soon noticed that his human friend did not really care. The scientist sighed indignantly and returned to his book.
Sprx, unaware that the conversation was over, turned toward Gibson and angrily retorted, "Of course you do! Just last night—when I told the one about the nun and the astronaut—you said, and I quote, 'Sprx, of all your unsavory jokes, this is the most dreadful. You have no further reason to live. Would you like a blindfold or a cigar?'"
"I said no such thing!" Gibson shouted, "I said your joke was tasteless. No matter how much I wished to turn you over to the firing squad, I did not threaten you!"
Sprx scoffed. "I was joking! Dear Shuggazoom, you're denser than a fruitcake!"
"I'm denser than fruitcake? I'M denser than a fruitcake?!" Gibson was up by this point and almost ready to strangle Sprx when Antuari held up a hand.
"We all need to calm down. I'll not have us quarrelling amongst ourselves like this." The silver monkey gently separated the two as he lowered himself to the ground. "If the body is constantly attacking itself, it will have no strength to attack the diseases that truly mean to harm it."
Gibson and Sprx stared at the ground, ashamed.
"Well, it's not entirely their fault," Nova began, "I mean; it is really boring 'round here."
Chiro sighed once more. "She's right. Nothing has happened for over a month. I guess when you've got no one to fight, you wanna pick a fight with someone else."
"Perhaps…" replied Antauri. Antauri did not truly think that to be the case. He believed that his friends were just becoming a bit irritated, like a small child who desperately needs a nap. It wasn't a topic he wished to consider, however, so the spiritual master pushed the thought away and sat down, pondering something else entirely.
Otto stood a few feet away, regretting he had said anything in the first place.
Chiro was quietly thinking to himself, wishing for some form of a conversation. In all honesty, he'd rather have an argument than an awkward silence. Leaning back, he reflected on how he used to pray at night for a peace like this in which there would be no monsters to fight, no Skeleton King to chase—a time when he could play videogames or talk to his friends without having to worry about being kidnapped by obsessed fans or some such nonsense. Now it was so dull he silently wished for that alarm ring so that he could kick some alien butt with the rest of the team.
A cool wind was quietly blowing in from the north, making the rolling pastures ripple against a clear blue sky. It was early- to mid-spring, and the narcissuses were in full bloom near the robot. A few lone butterflies fluttered along with the breeze while some finches called to each other, probably saying, "Food this way! Food this way!"
Of course, Sprx saw the world differently. When the red monkey heard the birds, he instead believed them to say, "Holy crap! There's a giant robot standing in the middle of the field!" Sprx chuckled to himself. Whenever there was lack of excitement, our little jester could amuse himself quite easily, filling the void created by not being able to make fun of his enemies.
In a strange way, Sprx's belief may have been true, for right as he thought this, a small black dot fell against the robot's head, creating a large hollow pang that ricocheted throughout the field in which the robot stood. Surprised, the team looked up inquisitively as the dot then fell to the robot's shoulder. This was followed by it silently rolling off and hurtling towards the ground. As the dot fell, it grew bigger, too big to be a mere finch.
The dot came closer and closer. Soon the team discovered that the dot had four limbs which grew clearer as the thing neared the dirt. It was a person!
Thinking fast, Gibson ran towards the clearing where the figure was destined to fall. His teammates followed close behind. Within moments, the figure fell to the ground, face down. Gibson winced and looked away.
Suddenly, Chiro cautiously stepped forward and inched his way towards the person. He could now see that the figure was clad entirely in black. On closer examination, it appeared to be a space suit with a broken oxygen tank and severely cracked helmet. In fact, the entire suit looked badly beaten.
"Be careful, Chiro," warned Antauri. Chiro turned toward his friend. "C'mon, Antauri," replied the boy with a nervous smile, "I highly doubt this thing's gonna hurt me." Chiro looked again at the figure. "There's no way he can be alive."
Right as Chiro said this, the body wobbled to its feet and held out a desperate hand. Within the clouded helmet—for it was far too dark to make out a face—glowed two bright blue lights where eyes should be.
Chiro spun around. A muffled voice from within the helmet gasped, "Chosen…One…help…me…"
Too frightened to move or scream, Chiro stared with wide eyes at what stood before him. The figure's hand grasped Chiro's with a surprising amount of strength, unintentionally pulling off the leader's glove. Again, the chilling voice whispered, "Help…please!"
"I'll get him, Chiro!" cried Otto from behind. The monkey leaped before his friend and activated his saws, determined to protect him at any cost.
Before Otto could do anything, however, the lights in the helmet disappeared as the figure abruptly collapsed.
Antauri hovered over to the figure and gently slipped off its own glove. He gripped the body's wrist and slowly counted in his head the figures heartbeats. After a time, he sadly shook his head.
Gibson staggered over to his silver friend. Looking down at the figure, he whispered, "I don't suppose he's…?"
"No," Antauri replied before he had finished his sentence. "Not yet, at least. He's still alive, though his heart rate is dangerously erratic. I suggest taking him to the sick bay immediately.
Sprx glanced at a very confused Chiro, probably still shocked about what had just occurred. "Well," Sprx began, "you said you wanted some excitement 'round here."
MUFFINS! Okay, so it's not the greatest thing on FanFiction, but it's only my second fic. It's also my first SRMTHFG and semi-serious one. I promise it WILL get better.
Also, I'd love some reviews. In other words, review or DIE! Please? They make me happy…like muffins.