Just another story- a story within the big, endless story of life. A story about a Cave Story.
It had been a year since the Demon Crown incident on the Floating Island. The island had, for the most part, repaired itself to the how it was before the Doctor's coming. The android Quote and Curly Brace, the Sakamoto family, and others made a group effort to thwart him, with some casualties in the process; but now, Mimiga society was thriving again, and the formerly malicious, but now benign, witch called Misery was living there free of servitude. Quote, Curly Brace, and the giant sentient toaster Balrog left to live a tranquil life in a mountainside cabin. It is here that we join our heroes, in the aftermath of their adventures.
It was Autumn in the mountains. Curly Brace and Quote lay side by side on the purple heather, gazing into the sky. The sky was slightly overcast, and Curly was naming the clouds that floated by.
"Hey, that cloud's a huge duck, and that one's a dinosaur, and that-" A conspicuously large Maple leaf fell. Curly sat up quickly. "Hey! Quote! Look!" She pointed at the leaf. She took out her machine gun and unleashed it at the leaf, turning it to dust in midair. She turned towards Quote with her usual over-enthusiastic grin. "Wasn't that Cool?!" she said.
Quote half-smiled, half-smirked as he wondered, not for the first time, why she still carried that thing everywhere. And why he himself still carried his Spur everywhere, as he raised it to the treetops and charged it. When he saw another leaf, he let loose a beam of white energy with a high pitched noise. The leaf was vaporized and so was the branch it fell from.
Curly was awed for a second, but then looked down at him with what she hoped would be a scowl, but she ended up giggling instead.
The mood was broken by a booming, friendly "HUZZAH!"
Balrog fell from above and landed between them, knocking them over. The lovable oaf, he still hasn't stopped doing that. "I fixed the fence! And the roof! And planted a flower!" he said with a smile, a smile like a retriever dog anxiously awaiting approval. Balrog didn't seem to mind being the homemaker. It was probably due to all those years of slavery to the Demon Crown. Poor guy…
Curly said to them both, "Great! Let's go home, it's about to get dark." Quote, humble and taciturn as ever, nodded. They walked back, while Curly paused, looking at the twilight sky and the setting sun. Quote paused too. He was looking at Curly. Perhaps with longing. Perhaps not.
