Life and Imagination
Disclaimer: I do not own Calvin and Hobbes. Mr. Bill Watterson does but he is my idol and so is Swing123 XD.
Special Thanks to: Terminator Hobbes and Swing123 for reviewing Chapter 1.
Chapter Three: The Button Effect
The moment the red ray hit the button jutting from the side of the house, a strange light surrounded Calvin and Hobbes, making them fall. A see-thru net-like thing caught Calvin and Hobbes before impact.
"Hobbes! Look! Rosalyn is going to be so mad because we survived!" screamed Calvin. But it wasn't Calvin's voice. His voice was much deeper and rough. He tapped Hobbes's back because his back was facing him (well duh).
"Hobbes?" asked Calvin. He gasped. He looked at his hands. They were bigger and his hair was straighter and flat.
"Hobbes! I think I just gained a couple years!" screamed Calvin excitedly. He shook Hobbes and Calvin could only see a face of a stuffed animal.
"Hobbes?" whispered Calvin. He looked up the window. The panes were rusted and the hinges were coming loose.
"HOBBES!" Calvin screamed. The rose bush underneath them was gone and it had shriveled up and died. His parent's car was more new and clean. An old girl came out of his house.
"Calvin you!" screamed the girl. Her voice was so different yet… so familiar…
"Are you…" began Calvin.
"You know, you're already 18 and your parents don't trust you enough to stay home you know? Rosalyn this Rosalyn that!" screamed she.
"You're ROSALYN?" asked Calvin in a bewildered tone.
"Well duh I am, who else would 'baby'sit you. I'd rather sit on you now and get the money I didn't get for the past few babysittings," said Rosalyn.
"You're OLD!" screamed Calvin. He began to run with Hobbes tucked tightly in his arm.
"Are you still holding onto that dumb thing?" asked Rosalyn.
"It's not a thing! He's a tiger!" yelled Calvin. Rosalyn began to chase him.
"You come back you!" yelled Rosalyn. She hasn't changed a bit. Calvin tried to dream sequence into his alter-egos, Stupendous Man, but it wouldn't work. What the heck is up with me? Calvin opened a window and climbed in. He was inside the kitchen. He ran up stairs to his room but there was caution tape across his room and a sign that said do not enter. He entered anyways. It was his room in the first place. He opened the door and he saw why in an instant. There were creepy bugs crawling inside. His eyes darted to a broken glass cage. It was a nice bug environment. A poster of a tiger was posted above the headboard of his bed. A centipede began to crawl towards him. He slammed the door shut. What happened? Where can I sleep now? Calvin began to wonder as he looked through all of the rooms. His parents' room was as clean as before except there was one new thing in their room. A file cabinet with a lock and a combination wheel was besides their bed and window.
"Calvin! Did you open your old room?" asked Rosalyn from behind him. My old room?
"Yeah I did," replied Calvin. "Why?" Rosalyn looked angry.
"Remember the day when your little insect exhibit broke because some idiot was playing 'baseball' and shot a rock through the window and your 'exhibit?'"
"No,"
"How could you not?" Rosalyn tossed her hands down. She escorted Calvin to his new room. It was the unused guest room that Calvin wasn't allowed to set foot in.
"You don't remember," asked Rosalyn. "Do you?" There was a sudden hush. Rosalyn dragged him to the family room.
"The day you suddenly began to grow?" said Rosalyn in a hushed voice. Calvin looked shocked. He looked at Rosalyn with a blank look.
"That day, I saw you out of the window," continued Rosalyn. "You just began to grow like mad. I called your parents and the police but they didn't see you in that net. Only I saw you and I wondered if I saw wrong. From then on, time just passed normally for us but not for you.
There were two 'Calvins' in the world. One was you and the other was the one who was in our time that began to grow normally. I think this is a lesson or a deprivation of something like imagination because maybe that button is like something that deprives you of your imagination, making you grow." Calvin still had the blank look. Rosalyn sighed. Calvin did not understand a single thing she said.
"I'm here to help you," said Rosalyn.
"You can't help me you barracuda!" screamed Calvin.
"I don't think you understood a single thing I said," said Rosalyn.
"I didn't,"
"Let me explain again, the light that surrounded you drained your imagination so you grew quickly and time began to flow quickly around you while the other you began to grow and wreck things like mad. So you must find—"
"How?" muttered Calvin.
"I don't know Calvin…" Rosalyn stood up and she walked over to the kitchen and came out with two cups of juice. She put a cup of a white-orange fluid in front of Calvin.
"Orange milk," said Rosalyn. Her face twisted up. "The other you liked it… It was his creation…" She put a cup of orange juice up to her mouth and sipped quietly.
"Orange milk?" Calvin whispered…
FLASHBACK
"Eat this Calvin," said his mother. A slightly younger Calvin, about 16, winced.
"Mom, I recommend culinary classes," said Calvin. "Rosalyn cooks better than this." She sighed.
"Eat this or you try making something better," said his mom in a smart-alecky tone. Calvin stood up and opened the fridge. He pulled out a carton of milk and a jug of fresh-squeezed orange juice. He poured the milk in a cup and added a few drops of orange juice into the milk. He stirred with a spoon.
"Orange milk!" announced Calvin. He drank it. Calvin's mom ran into the bathroom.
END FLASHBACK
"I think I remember…" said Calvin.
"Oh my plans working!" screamed Rosalyn excitedly.
"No offence Rozz, but this is a first," said Calvin.
"Rozz?" Rosalyn said in a moody tone.
"Yeah, I guess now that I'm older, Barracuda doesn't sound right,"
"…"
"Why are you dotting me?"
"Never mind," she sipped her juice and Calvin sipped his 'milk.'
Not such a good chapter but I was in a hurry;; Please review! Merry Christmas everybody