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I was walking down the shoreline, on vacation from my job. I worked at a resturaunt in New York. Finally, I had saved up enough money to travel to the beach. Waves washed up against my legs as the sun began to rise. I was never up this early, but for some reason I couldn't sleep. I was kind of dazed out looking at the reds and oranges of the sky when I tripped over something. Thanks to the hero like reflexes, I didn't fall. Examining the ground where I nearly fell, I saw something.
A big shell was sticking half way out of the sand, glowing in the new sunlight. Something drew me to it as I reached down and lifted. The shell was light in my hands, smooth except for one side. It was jagged as if it had been snapped in two. It was supposed to be good luck to bring a shell from the ocean home wasn't it? This one seemed cool enough for me, the hero, to use.
Back in my hotel room, I further examined my shell. It was mainly orange with strange little specs on it. It almost didn't look real. It ddin't feel like plastic though, so maybe and underwater hero painted it to send me a message. Deciding this was the case, I put my ear up to the shell, only to hear music. No light music either, but hard rock. I was pretty sure I heard something about frogs and burnt scones. Maybe I needed to let it know that I was ready for the super mysterious hero messsage.
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With Arthur
I had been having tea when the package arrived. It had been from my uncle, a crazy old man who lived in the mountains. He tried to teaach me black magic once, but I always messed up on the spells and curses. I opened the package to find a broken shell. I think that it was broken, anyway. The edge was jagged, not matching with the other smooth sides. It was orange with odd spots on it. I placed it on my shelf with all the other strange gifts I received from him.
Soon the scones I was preparing were done. They were crisp and golden brown(black), just the way I like them. My enjoyment was cut short, however, when a certain Frenchman walked in.
"Bonjour, Arthur." He crinkled his nose up and shook his head, blond shoulder length hair bouncing about. "What is that smell, Arthur? Did you make," He paused, for dramatic effect "scones again?" Francis shuddered. I was very annoyed with his backhanded insult towards my cooking.
"Get out you bloody frog" I seethed. I was irritated that the dumb frog was in my house, then he insulted my cooking. I continued to scream his way making all kinds of insults and swearing over and over again.
Then we both looked across the room, to the shell, as something strange was going on. Someone, or something, was talking out of it. " Yo, Mr. Aquaheroman, this is your land counterpart, Alfred F. Jones, speaking. I am prepared for any job you have for me, because I'm the HERO!" Francis and I exchanged looks before I picked up
the shell.
"Um, hello, Alfred F. Jones, I don't know what kind of hero you think I am, but I don't believe that I am who you are looking for." Francis sent me a confused look, before I continued. "By the way, are you, perhaps, talking into a shell right now, and orange one, with blue dots?" I was sent this shell by my uncle, it could be some kind of magic communication shell or something.
"Aww, so you aren't some sort of aqua superhero who could tald to fish and stuff. You also didn't send me this shell because you couldn't be on land long enough to do some kind of superhero mission. Who are you, then?"He seemed really disappointed, like he actually believed whatever dumb theory he was spewing. Alfred F. Jones. judging by the accent, was American so it wouldn't surprise me if he was that dumb. I decided to answer him anyway. I probably would need his help to figure this out.
"I'm Arthur Kirkland." I responded calm and cool. "There is no such thing as superheroes, but I need to-" I was cut off by a horrible screech.
" What? Artie, you don't believe in superheroes. How is that even possible? Who else would save the world from evil?" This man was aggravatingly stupid.
"My name is Arthur, not Artie. Now I need to know, badly, are you speaking through a seashell?" I stressed each word so that it might get through his thick skull. There was a gasp on the other end. I thought this Alfred guy finally caught on.
"I get it. You're just trying to protect your secret identity by pretending superheroes don't exist. That's really smart, but don't worry about it because your secret is safe with me." Of course he didn't understand. But then, "Hey, Artie, this is gonna sound weird, but, uh, are you talking into a seashelll?"
I shouted at the top of my lungs,"Yes, you bloody git. I have been asking you that for 10 bloody minutes. You are worse than the frog!" Said frog lifted an eyebrow and chuckled to himself in his spot acrsoss the room.
"You have?" Alfred seemed genuinely confused." And why are you talking about frogs? I am a person. Why do you think we can talk into shells anyway?" I sighed.
"That is precisely what I am trying to figure out. My best guess is that there is some kind of communication spell on it."
"You mean" he paused"its like a teleshell." He sounded astonished, like he had solved all the deep mysteries of lilfe.
"A what?"
"A teleshell, you know, a telephone mixed with a seashell. I thought it was clever, because I'm the hero."
And now the first chapter of my fic is completed. This is my first multichapter fic and the plot bunny attacked me when I was watching a commercial for Myrtle Beach. Weird right? I would like totally love it if you would review. It would be totally epic and Kumajiro will ask who you are. Wouldn't that be amazing?