Note: This fanfic is set about seventy years before the TV show during a
war. I wasn't really sure were this fic would go, it's sort of an allegory
but I guess that fits into the drama category. Anyway, read and enjoy!
Pelly gazed out the window. The Skitty curled up on top of a pile of books, the perfect height for looking out the window at the airstrip outside. He could see several large aircraft taking their positions in takeoff order as a man with a pair of colored sticks waved them in certain waved them in certain patters to guide the planes in.
This was all familiar. He and his master had moved here just a week ago. Every day that week between breakfast and his early morning nap he sat on this pile of books and watched the planes come and go. There was something different this morning though. Usually his master would spend this time scratching an odd tool across paper leaving symbols behind. Today was different, his master was pacing across the floor, sometimes picking stuff up and always muttering to himself. There was knock on the door. His master opened it and spoke with another man for a few minutes until the man departed. His master grabbed his helmet and put it on heading for the door.
Pelly got up, he always went everywhere his master went. "Skitty!" Pelly cried out as he leapt down from the pile to follow. His master cooed and spoke to him in human language, which Pelly did not understand. But the soft consoling tone of the words betrayed that something must be wrong. His master bent down and hugged him. "Now stay here, I'll be back soon" his master said. Pelly only understood one word of it "Stay". "Stay meant Pelly couldn't come. Master rarely used the word but when he did he meant it so Pelly stayed, albeit not without protest, "Skitty!" Pelly cried. "I'll be back soon" his master repeated. With this he opened the door and left. Leaping back on the pile Pelly watched as his master ran out to one of the planes and clambered inside. The engines roared and the plane sped down the runway with amazing speed. Pelly felt a lump in his throat and felt as though a little bit of himself was moving away at such a terrible speed. The plane was off, it lifted itself high into the air like a graceful Fearow. Had his master abandoned him?
Pelly gazed out the window. The Skitty curled up on top of a pile of books, the perfect height for looking out the window at the airstrip outside. He could see several large aircraft taking their positions in takeoff order as a man with a pair of colored sticks waved them in certain waved them in certain patters to guide the planes in.
This was all familiar. He and his master had moved here just a week ago. Every day that week between breakfast and his early morning nap he sat on this pile of books and watched the planes come and go. There was something different this morning though. Usually his master would spend this time scratching an odd tool across paper leaving symbols behind. Today was different, his master was pacing across the floor, sometimes picking stuff up and always muttering to himself. There was knock on the door. His master opened it and spoke with another man for a few minutes until the man departed. His master grabbed his helmet and put it on heading for the door.
Pelly got up, he always went everywhere his master went. "Skitty!" Pelly cried out as he leapt down from the pile to follow. His master cooed and spoke to him in human language, which Pelly did not understand. But the soft consoling tone of the words betrayed that something must be wrong. His master bent down and hugged him. "Now stay here, I'll be back soon" his master said. Pelly only understood one word of it "Stay". "Stay meant Pelly couldn't come. Master rarely used the word but when he did he meant it so Pelly stayed, albeit not without protest, "Skitty!" Pelly cried. "I'll be back soon" his master repeated. With this he opened the door and left. Leaping back on the pile Pelly watched as his master ran out to one of the planes and clambered inside. The engines roared and the plane sped down the runway with amazing speed. Pelly felt a lump in his throat and felt as though a little bit of himself was moving away at such a terrible speed. The plane was off, it lifted itself high into the air like a graceful Fearow. Had his master abandoned him?