21st January 2013 Monday
Day 21
Forgot to mention this (these updates come so quickly) but happy birthday to LilyVic on the 16, glad you liked the present! Anyone else with birthday orders, ideas, anything…just place in your orders now.
Now for those who remember the episode where the crew was trapped in the giant whale, then you would know that Zap has a diary, so let's get inside that little book! First multichapter in the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Dex Hamilton. This is starting to feel like déjà vu. (last one I promise!)
Dear journal,
That's it; a journal. This is not a 'diary'. This is a manly man book filled with man thoughts.
Girls.
Beer.
Sports.
Girls.
See? Anyway, today has been a little stressful…
See our mission, was to capture one of these giant transparent ants, but how are you supposed to catch something that can turn invisible? Dex did warn us that this was going to be one of our most difficult missions yet.
Although Tung's nose is good, he wasn't able to understand that we couldn't see the bugs. And because we couldn't see the insects, we had no items of it or anything to find so Tung could work off the scent. So yeah, that was the start of my day, watching the frog holding his hand above his eyes as a visor to look out for insects that are invisible, great. He, can be a little stupid sometimes. Tung and I had gone down the bushy, overgrown path on this uncharted planet while Dex and Jenny walked down the clear and already made path. Lucky…
I was so sick of all of this by lunch, but Tung just wanted to keep going. Finally we got a message from Jenny to head back to the ship. Thank God, I was so close to tying Tung's tongue around a tree and leaving him there.
I flew back to the ship, unwilling to listen to Tung ramble on about his favourite spreads on different varieties of insects. Gross, I know, the dude really needs to learn how to eat real food.
Jenny and Dex were already at the ship by the time we arrived, and they looked a little worse for wear, like they had gone through great difficulty to get the bug. The bug was on the ground in front of us. It looked eerily white, like it was fading away.
Dex took it inside the ship without another word. To be honest, he can be a really obnoxious boss sometimes, but at least he gets the work done. He does all the jobs I don't want to do.
Jenny gave Tung and I a small lecture, informing us on how much work they had to do to get the insect while we were simply "having a stroll" as she put it. She can be really annoying when she wants to be, her voice gets really high and she turns an adorable shade of red. But personally, I think she looks cute when she gets angry, but I'm not going to start another Jenny page in this book, so I'm going to leave it at that.
Just another routine, not-so-simple mission from us today.
Zap out.
Zap hurriedly hid his journal under his blankets when he heard a knock at his door.
"Zap?" Jenny's soft voice could be heard from the other side. "Can I come in?"
The pilot was about to open his door when Jenny opened it herself with her master key.
"You've really got to stop doing that," he spoke, shuffling on the bed and secretly hoping the black book was well hidden.
"Whatever," the clone said distractedly. "We need your help. Dex can't find the transparent ant."
The bug boy rolled his eyes and stood, following the girl out of his room and towards the pavilion.
He returned not hours later, exhausted and empty. Next time, they were going to spray any transparent insects they have with coloured paint before they put them away, not after and not by accident as Tung did today.
Why on Earth would the guy eat paint anyway? He was only lucky he sneezed as the bug walked by him.
Zap entered his room again and collapsed on his bed, sighing heavily into his pillow from fatigue. He was just about to fall into a deep slumber when he realised…he couldn't feel anything.
His eyes snapped open and he shot up into a sitting position. With a quick tug on the blanket, he found his bed to be empty. His heart began to race. Oh no…
Getting up out of bed, Zap began to rummage through his room, tossing his pillow, opening drawers, flicking clothes out of cupboards.
He stood in the centre of his room, or what he believed was the centre. There was no way of telling with the amount of mess on the ground.
His heart was beating madly. His was covered in a full face sweat. His hands were running through his hair.
His journal was gone.
This is only going to be a two shot, so here is the first part. Hope you enjoyed it, I can see another one of these every month, if enough ideas travel my way! Anyway, R&R!