(A/N: I originally wrote this in Google Docs without realising that I couldn't transfer the strike-through onto here. So, you know, pain ,
And before you say anything about starting another fic, I would like to say that I literally cannot focus on writing just one at a time, so here's another!)
Emmet took a deep breath, relishing the cool air. So different from the hot winds of Undar, his stomach squirmed just thinking about the dusty plains (and by extension, the one who put him there). He was finally free, finally able to move. Swallowing, he looked towards the towering containers in the distance, glancing forlornly at the bare tables where Apocalypseburg had once stood proudly, and started his trek.
It was a long walk, so very long, but he couldn't (wouldn't) stop, he had to get to his friends. If he stopped now, he could be seen by the people upstairs (or the Rexcelsior), and he would be- oh.
Oh.
He would be put into storajj. The place he was travelling to. Emmet berated himself quietly, how silly of him, he could have been there sooner. So, Emmet decided to take a seat on the cold floor, cupped his hands over his mouth (a little like the director's megaphone from his old favourite show, what was it called? He couldn't remember. He couldn't remember.) and hollered and shouted as loudly as he could. He screamed and screamed and screamed until his throat was raw and his voice was raspy.
Just when Emmet thought he might give up and start walking again, he heard the creak of the basement door and the great thundering footsteps of a being from the upstairs. He sat, remaining still, as the boy carefully picked him up and placed Emmet in the palm of his hand.
"I thought I lost you." The giant boy boomed, and despite the loud speech, Emmet had a feeling it wasn't more than a murmur, "I'm sorry Apocalypseburg is gone. I- I'm sorry. If mum finds out that I'm down here, I know she's gonna have a right go at me. I don't want her to take it out on all of you. The best I can do is put you with your friends." Emmet tried to remain still as the boy walked towards the containers, kneeling down and trying to pry the lid off with one hand. The boy glanced back at him as he was lowered in the mountainous pile of bricks, "I wish I could do more."
Then he was gone, and the lid was clicked back into place. Emmet jumped up, taking in a gasping breath of relief, and surveyed his surroundings. It looked like hills of multicoloured bricks, nothing more, but when Emmet squinted, looking far into the distance, he could make out an entrance. An entrance or just a gap in the bricks? It didn't matter, he couldn't see anyone around, so it was certainly a start. He let out a little whoop of joy as he slid down the hill, landing just a little away from his destination, and started running.
Upon reaching the cave, he peered inside it, his mouth forming a little, 'O' as his curiosity got the better of him. He let out a little gasp as lights flickered, revealing a long winding tunnel, Emmet nodded appreciatively at the lights. As he took his first few steps into the tunnel, his boot-clad feet echoing loudly, he began to have doubts about what he was walking into. How did he know this wasn't some kind of trap? It seemed too easy. He passed by a wall of crystals and let out a screech of alarm.
He was there he was there hewastherenononono-
Then Emmet blinked, and the other blinked along with him. He let out a shuddering breath as he realised it was just his reflection. He tugged the blue jacket off himself furiously, throwing it on the floor and grinding it under his heel. Looking back at his reflection, Emmet saw himself, and he smiled, (that wasn't his smile, it was too sharp-) using a hand to brush his hairstyle back into place. That was better, and he continued walking, a skip in his step.
When he finally arrived at the end of the tunnel, Emmet's expression wilted upon seeing a blank wall. Then he paused. Could it be like the secret hideout, like that starry wall where the other master builders hid. Considering his options, he decided it wouldn't hurt to knock. He had come this far.
…but what if they didn't hear him? He didn't know what was behind the wall. If it was a desert or other world behind there, he would have to knock very loudly for them to hear. Well, that was okay, he could knock very loudly, he considered it one of his talents actually.
Emmet lifted his arm, (perhaps a little harder than usual? He questioned), and brought it down on the wall. His expression turned horrified as his hand went through and the wall crumbled to the floor. He chuckled nervously, that obviously wasn't a very well built wall.
(He didn't break it, he wasn't a breaker. He wasn't.)
Feeling guilty, Emmet stepped over the bricks, wincing at the damage before looking up. He blinked. That was a- uh- lot of people. All staring at him.
He cleared his throat, "Uh," He coughed, as his voice came out raspier than it usually was, "sorry about the, um, wall. I can-"
"Emmet?"