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Fan-fiction
First-person limited
Mixed Media
First Draft
Prologue Part 2
C. Hopwood
This fan fiction was birthed from a dream and may appear surreal, unusual or nonsensical at many given points.
The views presented by the author's personification do not strictly represent the views that of the author herself. She does not own the rights to any video-game characters, deviants, or various media presented in this piece unless stated otherwise.
In this point in time I seriously didn't know how to act. Every fangirl has asked themselves-
at least once in their obsessive lives-
"WHAT IF THESE THINGS WERE REAL AND SHIT?"
And they'd daydream for hours on end about what they would do first, what devious and evil things they would do to their beloved characters, torture them-
Is it a girl thing? God so help me, every thought about such a thing, every comic I've written or fiction I've read on the net I regretted the moment I saw what was in front of me that evening.
Because you never realize how horrible those kinds of things can be unless you see it for yourself.
So was I, experiencing this very thing, stunned.
My breath was taken from me. The stiff air and cold breeze seemed to steal it when I needed it.
Eyes still peeled open and burning, they jittered from fear. They flicked about the crash site; nothing really seemed to have an impact except for a tiny foot-wide crater of dirt around the Dolphin.
My mind ran over the many questions again-
Flee?
Get help?
Faint from surprise? NO- nonono- that would waste time. LOTS of time- and having no idea on how much time I had at this point, I needed a straight answer with my actions.
I was going to scream- but my jaw hung without any sound.
My ears still rung with a high pitch, but they were slowly clearing up.
In my idleness, I couldn't help but notice something moving-
...Ohmygod.
I seemed to have my mind glued onto the crashed ship and not the possible pilot INSIDE OF IT this whole time.
How the FUCK did I forget?-
The leaves nearby rustled more. Something tiny was within. Definitely not a bug. The LAST thing it would be is a BUG.
My knees wobbled.
It was him.
Very faintly, a tiny frame hidden under the flora, there he was.
My legs collapsed from under me. My arms curled to my chest and my shins skid forward in attempts to get closer.
He was moving. Gently and carefully, but he was. The leaves had hopefully provided a safe landing for him. Sadly I couldn't say the same for the ship-
...
...Olimar.
I mouthed the name, my teeth clenched with every syllable. Shivering, I leaned down a bit, and only then did I hear an incredibly faint noise. I was probably about 3 feet away.
My ears betrayed me, but-
Was he- screaming?
No way.
In a bold move, I reached forward and lifted a leaf that covered half the area he was in.
Right there and then, I could see him fully, and what he was doing.
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[Backyard, view from the door, quick sketch to show the impact site and possible ship part locations in relation to the crash.]
My heart was in my ears at this point.
Blood.
He was bleeding. Wounded. INJURED-
I couldn't get a good look at him, my eyesight still blurred, but I did not care.
It looked like he was hanging on for his dear life on something metallic- one of the ship parts? Was he SERIOUSLY trying to haul that thing back to the defective vessel?
He was hurting himself. He was obviously really scared. Who WOULDN'T be? I could make out a couple of cracks in his helmet and his overall frame was red with his own blood.
WHATSHOULDIDO, WHATSHOULDIDO, my pathetic mind screamed at me, like it was controlling a broken puppet.
As i fathomed the possible actions, the little faint noise seemed to cease, and I SWEAR I saw his little head turn towards me. Oh no-
A 5-foot 4 inch giant staring straight back at him shaking like a tree; I surely didn't think this one over.
His grip seemed to drop from the object and he just stared at me. I heard the faint noise again, but it wasn't constant- he cried out in fear.
I blinked and backed up a bit, but that didn't stop the inch-tall captain to try a valiant escape. He got up to one foot, but just feel back over, and tried to scuffle away pitifully.
SHIT-
I didn't stop my hands. They swiped away the debris around the poor guy and swooped under him, hastily lifting both him and the leaf he tried to scurry away on.
The look on his face- if only I could have seen it. He cried out again, and had a death grip on the edge of the leaf, as I crossed my legs and brought the load close to my chest.
He dared to turn, after a few moments of silence, and look at me again. He was much closer in my sight now; I could make out his facial features, and the tiny details on his suit (all dyed red).
His head dropped, and he stopped moving. I have never been so scared to hold something so small in my life.
He blacked out.
I couldn't of imagined the amount of panic and pain he had just experienced. My lips wobbled in disbelief at the whole situation; I still could not fathom it.
My brain jerked me up to a stand. I needed to act fast. Who knew just how injured he REALLY was?
My other hand closed over the tiny alien, and my feet took me inside my house in a flash. Miraculously, I didn't trip on my way up 2 flights of stairs, or on my clumsy way to my room.
My desk appeared seemingly empty at this point, considering all the items that took the fall off of it. My hearing had returned- my breathing was erratic. I needed to calm down before I did something incredibly stupid.
My hands were bloodied- and disturbing to me enough that it wasn't mine. I pushed aside my chair and shakily lowered the pile of bloodied flesh and leaf down to the desk's surface, my eyes watering.
I hope you aren't dead. By GOD, I hope you're not dead. My thoughts were a blur of panic and confusion, tangling up by the minute. I scowled at the possibility that I had just hurt him more than helped him.
Nonsense.
I grunted, jumping out my bedroom door to the bathroom directly beside it. Snatching a paper roll, I returned to my room shortly after, turning on my lamp to see everything better.
A small puddle of blood was forming under him. The bleeding won't stop. I looked up to the ceiling as if some kind of deity was awaiting my gaze and just PRAYED this would work.
His body was so- small. I could see, now, the gashes that striped his abdomen. Once everything was all cleaned up, then I could get a good look at how different Olimar is from his...games.
I wonder if he knew about them.
The questions start to gather...
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