Crizix:
Hello again. I hope that you enjoyed the first chapter of "Melt", because here is the second chapter! This chapter was started in 2009, but was promptly stopped because the printer for the computer I stored the story in broke...Which sounds like a ridiculous reason to stop writing. However, that computer had (and still has to this day) absolutely NO connection to the Internet. So with the printer gone, my only option for ever sharing "Melt" with ANYONE was by copying the typed draft onto a piece of paper, word for word. I was way too lazy to do that, so I stopped working on the story altogether, and it was left untouched for months. In early 2010, I once again took up the story, but with a much slower pace than I did originally.
Crizix:
...And that's the story behind the story. Well, anyway, I suppose that you're all bored with my way-longer-than-was-supposed-to-be behind-the-scenes thing. So now I'll just start the - no, wait. Sorry, but I have to address ONE more thing before I start the story.
To Tealfrog26:
Thank you so much for the review! My self-esteem was always low...I'll try to keep your advice in mind.
Crizix:
All right, all right. NOW here's the chapter!
Chapter II:
After what seems to be hours of total agony, a pine door was sluggishly thrown open, and I dragged myself out of the white powdery room, coughing. It was so exhausting to be in there, I couldn't even lift my head up to see where I was going. But I desperately wanted to look into a mirror or something, just to make sure that Peach didn't overdo it. I was wandering aimlessly, rubbing my face on the scratchy carmine carpet in hopes of seeing my potentially screwed-up reflection.
Eventually, I somehow made it to the courtyard, where the fountain was. I mustered up the last of my strength to crawl to the spring and to clamber up the gray stone. Never has it seemed so enormous! A bit of struggling, and finally making it to the pool of drizzling water and took a blurry glimpse of my rippled reflection. Staring at the crystal clear liquid made me feel thirsty, so I dunk my head in the fountain and took a refreshing sip of water. When I quenched myself, I noticed that misty white stuff was clouding the water's surface. At this, I sighed. Peach really did put too much make-up...
...I knew it. There really was no hope for me. I hung my head in despair and sighed again. What should I do? Should I even do anything at all? That instant, someone grabbed my head and patted it. (Ugh.) It was Red.
"Hey, Pikachuuuu..." Red grinned. "...What do you want?" I was already irritated. I didn't need him to annoy me more. "You're so mean." "So?" "So what? Be nice!" He tried to sound serious, but anyone could tell that he was just joking. "Why should I?" "Because. I said so." "That's not a reason." I replied sarcastically, even though I say the exact same thing all the time. Red stopped to think for a moment. "Well...Now it is!" He announced brightly. I rolled my eyes. "...Moron." "Aww, don't be such a jerk...Hey!" Red turned his attention from me to a coral pink daisy-like flower that just happened to be growing behind me.
He walked past me and towards the flower. He gently plucked it from the grassy field and motioned for me to come over. I dashed over to where he was, wondering what the meaning of this was. He then told me to close my eyes until he said to open them. "What? Why?" I queried. "There's no point in doing so." Red huffed. "Yes, there's a point. And relax! Everything's gonna be fine." He attempted to assure me, but I knew better than to believe that. I shook my head. "Oh yeah? That's what you said last time."
Red always gets people into trouble. Like that time when he convinced (more like pestered) Ike into helping him look for Marth's "diary". That idiot had somehow caught wind that Marth was camping in the Minish Woods that weekend, and he was positive that his "diary" was stashed away somewhere in his tent. So they went snooping around in there. And then when Marth wandered in to get something, he caught sight of Ike's headband, and...yeah. That didn't end too well.
"That was your fault! You didn't keep watch like you were supposed to!" He retaliated. True. I was. But fifteen minutes into the "operation", I either got lazy, got tired, or forgot what I was supposed to be doing, because I fell asleep on a tree branch. And when I woke up, I saw Marth walk out of the tent. And then it hit me: I was supposed to watch out for Marth and distract him if he came. But I failed...Whatever. It was too late now.
The two of them were in the hospital for quite some time. I visited them, of course. Even though the idea was stupid, I felt like it was my fault that it ended in failure, since I was supposed to be on lookout. The guilt surged through, and I decided to put my trust in Red. "...Fine. You win. But just this once." Red looked surprised. Then he broke into a smile. "Hooray for me!...All right. Now close your eyes."
I did as he instructed. But I was still a little nervous. What would he do? I felt something being tied around my right ear. The thing smelled of wildflower. Then I felt myself being lifted and carried. '...Wait, what? Red! What are you doing?' I wailed mentally. Finally, I was set down on semi-wet stone. "OK, now you can open your eyes." I blinked and looked around. Red was smiling, like he was admiring a piece of artwork. "...Well? What do you think? Go on, take a look." He said as he twisted my body so I would be facing the fountain. Confused, I peeked at my reflection.
"Hmm..." I looked at it long and hard. Apparently, Red tied the pink daisy around my right ear. It was itchy, but it also looked nice. I turned to Red with a slight smile. "...It's very nice. Thanks, Red." "You're welcome. Now hurry! You don't want to be late." "...Late?...Late..." I froze. Red's smile faltered a bit. "...Something wrong, Pikachu...?" "..."
Several moments of silence past before I screamed. "OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH! I'M SO LATE! AND I DON'T EVEN HAVE THE STUFF WITH ME!"
And with that, I made a mad dash for my house, leaving Red to facepalm at my forgetfulness.
Crizix:
...The ending might be random and rushed, but I really couldn't think of anything else. Anyway, this chapter went under heavier editing than I thought it would. Hah. Maybe I'll have Pikachu join me in the Author's Notes in the next chapter...Speaking of the next chapter, that probably won't get done until like a month or so, due to my lack of drive and constant Writer's Block. Man, I hate Writer's Block. It's so evil...
Crizix:
So, one question: Am I doing any good? I would like to know how I can improve. If I can.
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