Disclaimer: I don't own Calvin or Hobbes, but I do have the Magical Toy
factory and store, as well as Lucinda.
The first time Hobbes woke up, it was dark and hot. He felt himself stretch and yowl, feeling the new limits of his furry body. He called out, softly, "Where am I?" to the darkness. But no one replied. The tiger sat there in the darkness, wondering why there was so much heat in this place and why he was being jostled around so much. And then, suddenly, it stopped. The tiger heard footsteps. Other People! He thought to himself. I wonder if they look anything like me. Come to think of It, what do I look like? All of a sudden, the wall on his right opened. The thing that opened it was big, pink and ugly. Probably has the intellectual capabilities of a frog, thought the tiger, already being very smart himself. Having never seen one of these things, he flopped down behind one of the boxes and lied prostrate. The big ugly thing was taking out boxes from the Dark Place and was setting them on the ground outside. He caught sight of the stuffed tiger by itself, and pulled it out. Staring the big pink thing in the eye, the tiger decided, was worse than having to go under the needle in the factory. The factory! It all came back to him now: Painful memories of the humongous needle machine, his body being stuffed with a strange material, the first sensation of your insides rubbing together, seeing them.. No, it was best forgotten. The tiger put those awful memories behind him as the big pink thing chucked him in the box. Inside, there were other beings that matched with the tiger. They were orange and had black stripes, with white and black on their hands. But when Hobbes, joyful at meeting his brethren, embraced them, they hung limp in his arms. When he stared them in the eye, they made no attempt to stare back, let alone make eye movement; they just stared on ahead. These automatons frightened the tiger. All of a sudden, he felt very alone. The big pink thing had taken the boxes inside. Hobbes felt the box and its contents slide around. And again it stopped. The tiger heard a door slam behind him. He poked his head out of the box. There, in the room before him, were shelves upon shelves of those chilling automatons, eyes blank and staring, slumped over, hands held in front of them, like zombies. Hobbes wondered how long he would be staying in this graveyard.
A/N: Sorry I didn't introduce Lucinda yet, but this felt like a good break- off point. More is on the way! Please review!
The first time Hobbes woke up, it was dark and hot. He felt himself stretch and yowl, feeling the new limits of his furry body. He called out, softly, "Where am I?" to the darkness. But no one replied. The tiger sat there in the darkness, wondering why there was so much heat in this place and why he was being jostled around so much. And then, suddenly, it stopped. The tiger heard footsteps. Other People! He thought to himself. I wonder if they look anything like me. Come to think of It, what do I look like? All of a sudden, the wall on his right opened. The thing that opened it was big, pink and ugly. Probably has the intellectual capabilities of a frog, thought the tiger, already being very smart himself. Having never seen one of these things, he flopped down behind one of the boxes and lied prostrate. The big ugly thing was taking out boxes from the Dark Place and was setting them on the ground outside. He caught sight of the stuffed tiger by itself, and pulled it out. Staring the big pink thing in the eye, the tiger decided, was worse than having to go under the needle in the factory. The factory! It all came back to him now: Painful memories of the humongous needle machine, his body being stuffed with a strange material, the first sensation of your insides rubbing together, seeing them.. No, it was best forgotten. The tiger put those awful memories behind him as the big pink thing chucked him in the box. Inside, there were other beings that matched with the tiger. They were orange and had black stripes, with white and black on their hands. But when Hobbes, joyful at meeting his brethren, embraced them, they hung limp in his arms. When he stared them in the eye, they made no attempt to stare back, let alone make eye movement; they just stared on ahead. These automatons frightened the tiger. All of a sudden, he felt very alone. The big pink thing had taken the boxes inside. Hobbes felt the box and its contents slide around. And again it stopped. The tiger heard a door slam behind him. He poked his head out of the box. There, in the room before him, were shelves upon shelves of those chilling automatons, eyes blank and staring, slumped over, hands held in front of them, like zombies. Hobbes wondered how long he would be staying in this graveyard.
A/N: Sorry I didn't introduce Lucinda yet, but this felt like a good break- off point. More is on the way! Please review!