Dedicated to MsTria. Thanks for motivating my intense Closet Fan-ness by bringing Jill into the picture. :) (We love you, Jill:P) You're the best pen pal ever! Hugs! XD
And to MTB06. Thanks for all the support and great reviews:D And let's not forget your great V3 parts in our RPG The Sharing. :) Good times, good times:P
Edriss, you'll find a reference to one of your Ho40 chapters in here. Aha… RACHEL was in the chap. Okay? I couldn't HELP it! XD
A/N: Uhh… Guys? I dunno if anyone noticed, but last chapter, I just realized that I typed "Chapter 14: Iniss's Diary" instead of "Chapter 16: Iniss's Diary". My stupid typo-ish mistake:P Don't worry, I'm going to fix that, plus the thought-speak malfunctions in the REAL chapter 14 in my huge re-editing after the fic is done. :) Now, without further ado, enjoy chapter 17:DVisser Three's Diary
by Sinister Shadow
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Chapter 17: The Predator… Or not.
July 30th
Entry 4000… Well, at least it SEEMS that long.
Dear Diary,
Well, it's been a long four days since I've been able to write a THING in here. Mainly because Visser One and Iniss have been, well, bugging me. As usual.
… Though not quite as usual.
It all started a couple days ago at the gym. We were doing our regular warm-up – in other words running around in pointless circles, work-out shirts practically screaming "I'm neon green, choke me!" – when suddenly, from not far behind me, I heard a loud bang and a sharp "oof!".
Everyone immediately stopped. Except for me, of course… I just kept running around the room like an idiot until I realized that… well… everyone had stopped. Boy, did I feel sheepish after that.
( Ahem. ) I blushed. ( Well, come on everyone! We don't have all morning! )
" Dude, are you stupid?" Visser Two, the 'I'm so cool, I own sunglasses dude' asked from right next to me. " We have an injured."
( An injured what? ) I asked, so completely unaware.
" An INJURED, dude!" he yelled, throwing his arms in the air in exasperation. " An injured Visser!"
Suddenly I had the weirdest feeling which I could never hope to explain to you. I quickly turned around, and somehow just as I had expected, Visser One was the "injured". She was sitting on the gym floor, holding her head in a sort of daze as her right ankle gushed a pool of blood.
( Whoa, what happened to her? ) I tried to get the concern out of my voice, but it wouldn't work.
" No idea, man," said Visser Two. " I'm guessing she tripped or something."
( I doubt her ankle would be bleeding if she'd tripped, Visser Two. )
" Hey man, it was just a hypothesis!"
The Emperor, who was coaching us today in a red-and-gold jogging suit (luckily, he changes hosts regularly to protect himself from assassination, so it was goodbye Ozzy Osbourne, hello blond man straight from preparatory school), ran to the scene, trying not to panic himself.
" Now now, no one panic!" he exclaimed. Wow, what a hypocrite. And I thought I was bad.
- BREET! BREET! BREET!
The security alarms! I looked all around, but there was nothing, or no one, in sight. No one, of course, except for myself and my fellow Vissers in neon green shirts.
Sooner than you could say "quick", three of the Empire ship's security Hork-Bajir shot out from nearby entrances, Dracon beams at the ready.
( Will someone tell me WHAT is going on in this gym! ) I raged.
" You didn't see that?" Visser Five exclaimed, running up to me. " They shot Visser One! Shot her!"
( WHO? ) I exclaimed. Mixed feelings poured into my system. Hah. I almost laughed in triumph. My worst enemy would die without me even working for it!
And, I almost cried. For the same reason.
Exactly. I wanted the pleasure of killing her someday. I wanted to know that I had finally won the lifelong feud between us!
Who did they think they WERE, trying to take that away from me?
Just as I was getting really pissed, I saw Visser One run past me in a flash, followed quickly by a frantic Emperor. The front of her shirt was stained red, along with her right sock. She wincingly limped along in one of those mad rages only Visser One is crazy enough to get after being shot twice.
" Edriss, don't be stupid!" yelled the Emperor, waving his arms into the air like a bloody lunatic.
( She's always stupid, ) I said. Now I was angry at Visser One for not just sitting there and croaking like I wanted her to. I added, more to myself than anything, ( You people are simply too weird to notice. )
The Emperor gave me a slight fish eye. I ignored him. I knew he could demote me when and if he chose to, but now was not the time and he knew it. I was just thankful Councilor Eight wasn't here to make this place even more of a freak house than it already was.
Visser One tried to find the person responsible for the attack and give him or her intense justice, but in vain. After a while she stumbled and fell, clutching her stomach, and drifted slowly into unconsciousness. People ran over to try and revive her, but to no avail. Eventually, as the medics rushed into the room with their emergency equipment, Visser One must have decided the time had come to leave. I saw her as she slithered out of her host's ear. The medics caught her in a container filled with an aquous substance, and ran to the medical clinic, carrying her, along with her unconscious, bleeding host, the both of them strangely separate.
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After the shootout at the gym, and with the attacker still not clearly identified, most of us had decided to call it a day. Even the Emperor didn't seem all that keen on training anymore. So after a few more minutes of gloom, he dismissed us and sent us all to the changing rooms.
I walked past them. With an Andalite host, you don't have clothes, so you shouldn't need to change unless you're androgynous and your skin peels off.
I trotted with rhythm to my room. Once there, I went inside (NO, did I really?) and made myself a nice, hot bowl of oatmeal.
I heard light, paced footsteps across the cold floor and a high-pitched yawn. Ellie, probably just waking up.
" Like… hi Visser," she said between yawns. She stretched her arms. Her red hair was a mess, though I would never even THINK of telling her that. " How are you this, like, morning?"
( Just perfect! ) I said quite frankly.
I think Ellie noticed the oatmeal. She looked over my shoulder and raised a questioning eyebrow.
" Uhh, Visser?" she asked. " Like, why are you drugging yourself?"
( Visser One got shot, ) I said, taking a large bite out of the oatmeal.
Ellie glanced at me, shocked.
( NO! ) I gulped the oatmeal. ( No, I meant… I'm having OATMEAL because I'm happy Visser One got shot! I'm… celebrating. I'm not drugging myself. Nooo. )
" Yeah. Like, right." Ellie smirked, walking away.
( Don't you question me! ) I raged like the -- extra good-looking -- Visser I was. ( Would you like your head chopped off? I THOUGHT NOT! )
Ellie retreated into the bathroom, where she had of course moved all her little human makeup appliances. And to think I could even have thought she'd ran away because I'd scared her. Pfft.
I took another bite of my oatmeal, savoring it fully and completely. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head. How good was THIS? It was almost as if the humans reached up to heaven and pulled down this flavor-filled, GODWORTHY substance out of the clouds. Which would make sense, you know? Because of their god, Quaker. Which is also the brand name of the oatmeal! Maybe their god makes it after all! Then ships it down to Earth in those ruffles of wind called tornadoes! Hah. It has got to be a crime to be this smart.
" You've got MAIL! Hihi!" The computer suddenly blasted out. I almost took a god damn heart attack! " You've got MAIL!"
( Hang on! ) I exclaimed, a bad mood setting in. ( Don't have a fricking cow! )
" What cow?" Ellie screeched in terror from the bathroom. " EEEEEEEK! Where! Where!"
I rolled my eyes. ( There is NO cow, Ellie! Hold your freaking horses! )
" HORSE? WHERE! WHERE! AAAAHHHH!"
That's pretty much when I got completely fed up with human expressions.
( Ellie, listen to me! ) I yelled as I dragged myself lazily to my computer console, my bowl of oatmeal lost and forgotten. ( THERE. IS. NO. HORSE! )
" No horse? Oh," she giggled and sighed in relief. " Okay! Like, SCARE ME why don't you! Gawd!"
I ignored her and clicked on the "You've got mail" advertisement. Inside was a message from the Council of Thirteen. My first thought was that they had either found the person who attacked Visser One, or that they suspected me of the crime. I hoped it was the first one, because I really did NOT need to be demoted right now!
Hesitating greatly, I'll admit, I opened the message…
To: "Visser Three" the-prime(a)theempire.uni, "Visser One" numberonevisser(a)theempire.uni, "Councilor Three" yay-pencils(a)theempire.uni.
Following is a message from the Council of Thirteen:
All recipients of this message must report to the Yeerk mother ship this afternoon at two o'clock for diverse reasons. Visser Three, you haven't forgotten today's seminar I hope. Visser One, we must evacuate you from the Empire ship until further notice following this morning's attack. And Councilor Three… Well, we do not know where you are. If you would be so kind as to come to the mother ship and let us know.
Thank you all,
The Councilors.
I closed the message.
Great. Just wonderful. NOT an accusation for attempting to murder my worst enemy, but instead a reminder for today's SEMINAR. Urgh. Words can't describe how much I hate seminars. You just stand there and chat with a bunch of low-ranks about a wide variety of things, in this case close combat techniques.
I seriously thought about not going. But at one thirty, I decided that the Council would basically have my head if I didn't show up. Sighing deeply, I said goodbye to Ellie and walked out of my room, heading to the ship hangar.
" Hi, Visser Three," I heard Visser One's voice behind me. Was she already healed? I didn't think even our medics could completely fix internal human bullet wounds in less than half a day.
I spun around and smirked. ( What are you – Visser One? )
I looked all around, confused. The smirk washed off my face. But… she wasn't there! There was no one in sight for miles. Or at least it suddenly seemed like miles.
I could have sworn I'd heard her voice!
… Was I going insane?
Preoccupied now, I continued my march toward the hangar. Once arrived, it happened again.
" Where aaaare you?" she called teasingly.
( Where are you? ) I repeated, having looked around again in vain. ( I don't know where you ARE! )
Your mind is playing tricks on you, Visser Three, I told myself. She isn't here. You just wish she was.
I shook my head, disgusted at myself for thinking such a thing. No. It's probably just the oatmeal, that's all.
She's hurt and you're worried about her, I countered.
To which I yelled, Why would I worry about her? She's my worst enemy!
To which I replied, Yeah. She is. So why am I hearing her when she isn't even there?
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" Hello, Visser, welcome to the mother ship," the low-ranks greeted me as they quivered in fear. " We hope you enjoy your stay."
I walked past them without a word. I looked at the high ceilings, the smooth metal walls, the soft floors… I was home. Well, at least as much as a Yeerk can be while the Andalites orbited our home world, weapons at the ready.
It was a vast place, the mother ship. Mostly composed, not unlike the Empire ship, of long hallways, and doors leading into rooms. Thousands of rooms. How was I to find my seminar amidst this maze?
" Visser Three?" Visser One called. Again.
( STOP IT! ) I screamed, clutching my head. ( LEAVE ME ALONE! )
" Uh, pardon me Visser but I believe you are in serious need of a nice morning coffee."
I turned my Andalite body around slowly… and felt my cheeks heat up. I could just imagine the dark blue shade spreading through my face.
She was standing there behind me, in a different host. A bit older, this time. Olive skinned. Black haired (not that she doesn't ALWAYS have black hair…), dark eyed. Basically, what the humans call "Spanish". The host's name was Eva, I believe. The host Visser One uses the most for her business on Earth. In space, she has our regular Isabel. Geez. I don't understand her point. It's like she NEEDS all these different hosts. They're not freaking UNDERWEAR, Visser One!
" You look like a total dork," Visser One pointed out as she walked by. " Haven't forgotten your seminar I hope!"
I let out a noisy, drawling sigh.
" Oh come on. It's not that bad."
( Visser One. It's a freaking seminar. Like I need a seminar right now. )
" Oh, because you're so stressed," she raised an eyebrow. " In case you hadn't noticed, I got shot today. And there is currently a freaking MURDERER on my SHIP out to GET me. And you think YOU'RE stressed!"
( Oh boo hoo, ) I sneered. ( My worst enemy got shot. I must HANG myself to end the PAIN. )
" Well that would be a change for the better," she muttered icily as she stormed past me.
I watched her go and then angrily pulled my ears and nose into an ugly Mocking-Visser-One grimace… Let's just say I hope there were no surveillance cameras in that ship.
I walked over to the ship dock. I was thinking about relaxing there for the next twenty minutes until the seminar. Upon entry I admired the classical Yeerk creations. Bug fighters of many models, traditional and modern, along with a few bigger ships. I also noticed my Blade ship, which I had parked here while aboard the Empire ship. Soon, after the freaking MONTH of Visser-Council meetings was over, I would return to my beautiful ship. Ahh… can't wait!
- Dee deep. Dee deep. Dee deep.
A low beeping sound and a flashing red light on the left wall. I immediately recognized it: The distress signal! Someone, on Earth apparently, was in trouble!
Almost immediately, two Hork-Bajir and a Taxxon leaped into the room, and before I could say a word or do a thing, they jumped into a sleek, polished Bug fighter and sped off toward space, down to the big blue planet below.
Lords. "James Bong" much? Quick reference to human culture there! Wow, I know my facts. Impressive, huh?
… Oh.
OH!
The frequency! The code, it wasn't right!
I jumped to the glowing red button. A distress call code rolled along the surface of the button. They were the global letter and sound equivalent of energy waves sent to us by the transmittor below.
I had learned the sounds the distress code made by heart. By heart! This wasn't right. All wrong. This was…
This was our old frequency code.
Which left only one explanation to who sent this distress message.
I grabbed the emergency telecommunicator stuck next to the distress signal on the wall and dialed the Bug fighter rocketing towards Earth. ( Listen to me. ) I thought-spoke urgently. ( It's the damn ANDALITE BANDITS! They called us. It is a trap. I will take my Blade ship and follow you to the planet surface. I will finally catch these Andalites once and for all! )
I hung up. Without even awaiting an answer. After all, they had no choice but to obey me!
So I just hung up and dialed again.
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( Okay. Move out. ) I told my Hork-Bajir troops lined up behind the trees separating us from the wide meadow… and the bandits. One hundred, maybe two hundred Hork-Bajir.
They're going DOWN! YEAH! … Alright Visser, deep breaths.
- TSEEW! TSEEEEW!
- TSEEWWW!
Dracon beams shot (Nooo, really… why else would I just randomly write "TSEW"? Come on people!)! This was it! The Andalite bandits were mine! The first thing I would do was show them to Visser One. I would SHOW her that I am NOT an incompetent doaf like she thinks! I will prove her wrong!
The Andalites staggered, clueless as of what to do. I had distinctly told my troops not to hit them. I wanted them alive.
And then, my proud stature still in effect, I stepped out from behind the trees.
( Well, well! ) I crowed merrily. ( I have you at last, my, hack, "BRAVE" Andalite warriors. Damn fools. Do you think we never change our frequencies? )
( … Actually, we -- ) started… the gorilla, I think. It's hard to tell with thought-speak.
The… surprisingly young Andalite glared. ( Shut it, War-Prince Gafinilan. )
( HEY! He attempted HUMO -- )
The gorilla was suddenly tackled by a raging tiger. Wow. What a bright and colorful team. Soon to be labelled heads on my Blade ship walls! MWAHAHAHAHA!
The Andalite turned all eyes on me, blazing hatred. ( Yeerk! )
( Ahh, a young one. ) I said, ( Are the Andalites now reduced to using their children to fight in wars? I always knew they were huge SOYBEANS! )
… Yeeeaahhh… Now that I think about it, maybe this morning's huge bowl of oatmeal wasn't such a good idea.
The tiger said something in private thought-speak. The Andalite was silent, but pointed frantically at the damn gorilla. The gorilla shrugged and the tiger turned to him. A Hork-Bajir looked at me questioningly. I shrugged.
( What a COLORFUL assortment of morphs, ) I complimented dryly. ( Earth has such wonderful animals. Did you purchase them all off of "SPACE NETWORK"? )
The gorilla snorted loudly. Sounded like Ellie when she sleeps after drinking roasted green tea.
( Excuse me? ) he exclaimed. ( SPACE NETWO -- )
( WHAT did I freaking say! ) yelled the tiger.
( My apologies, ) sneered the tiger.
God. They sounded like Visser One and I.
( Aaaas I was saying… Once we have made this planet to our image, we will make sure to keep some of these species. It would be FUN to try some of these morphs myself! )
I gloated interiorly. A Hork-Bajir in the corner made a girly little twirl. I made a face.
( Dude. What the gofan kerlay was THAT! ) I yelled, totally freaked out.
The Hork-Bajir went green and stiffened.
The tiger snarled. I looked at it and smirked widely. ( Especially you. What an amazing, deadly morph! I approve. I was going to force you to demorph… But no, rather stay in this form. You see, we have a hostage -- I meeean… "guest" aboard the mother ship today! It will be entertaining to show you to (insert sneer) Visser One as you are. )
The Andalites looked questioningly at each other. They conferred in thought-speak. While they looked away, I drew my hand back to the closest Hork-Bajir and made what you humans call a "shoo" sign. I "shooed" them away to get me my Blade ship.
Almost instantly, the ship shimmered out of its transparent force field and cast a dark shadow over the entire meadow. It appeared overhead, dark and vast and magnificent (Hello, MY ship, damn right it's magnificent!).
About twenty-five Hork-Bajir leaped out of their position to surround the bandits. I watched as they were helplessly herded in front of the landing Blade ship.
" Go, obey farghurrash there horlit!" one of the Hork-Bajir yelled to the bandits in an incomprehensible mix of jibber-jabber. As if the Andalites would understand a god damn word of the stuff that came out of his mouth. I shook my head in disapproval.
( Learn to speak English NOW or I will knock you out with a damn dictionary! )
" Yes, Visser!" the Hork-Bajir squeaked in fear. Fear of a dictionary.
The Andalites climbed aboard the ship. I skipped merrily after them. Not at all caring WHO thought I was drunk.
I pulled into the ship and went sprinting down some random hallway. HAPPY! HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY DAY!
A flash of black hair, running in the opposite direction!
( AHHHHH! )
" AHHHH!"
- BOOM.
Visser One and I slammed together. She fell down on her behind and winced.
" Visser Three, WHAT are you fricking doing!" she yelled. " Your seminar started five minutes ago."
( WHO CARES about the damn seminar! ) I yelled joyfully. ( I caught the Andalite BANDITS! )
Visser One snorted. " Hah. Right."
( No, it's true! ) I pleaded. ( You just come see. )
She rolled her eyes and stood up, looking VERY pissed off. " FINE. I will come see your little zoo of probably fake animals. But I'm bringing my private guard with me, I was going to speak with them anyway."
( Whatever, Visser One. )
She turned and walked away. Great. Her private guard. A whole BUNCH of freaking snobby Visser One clones. In gold uniforms. Now, Visser One looks good in her Visser uniform.
Woooww… That was irrelevant.
" All of you, get to the bridge," I heard Visser One call, probably to her guard, around the corner.
Then I decided, hey, why don't I NOT look like a complete loner and show off my private guard too? RED and black uniforms. Not gross GOLD and black uniforms. I should get Visser One a red Visser uniform. Now that would be –
Ahem. On with life.
I also called my guard. Then, I galloped madly to the ship bridge, where SUPPOSEDLY the Andalite bandits were being held. I walked into the vast, refined room… and sure enough, there they were, all six of them, sitting in a large cage, which was somehow large enough to contain them all, even the stupid, fat elephant.
Our troops were lining up, mine and Visser One's. At that moment I felt her creep up beside me and gasp. HA! I had MORE TROOPS than she did! WOOT! BURN, Visser One! BURN!
" Fricking dapsen…" she muttered.
( Hehe. Burn. ) I, of course, revelled in my glory.
We walked down the ramp and along the room, up to the front of our troops. Dozens of our guards lifted Dracon beams to the Andalite bandits, in case they tried anything funny. I peered through the large bars of the cage.
Visser One was right. It looked (AND smelled) like a freaking zoo in here.
( Okay, Visser One. ) I looked at the annoying THING standing in front of me. ( As you can see, I have CAUGHT the Andalite bandits. Your trips to Earth are now wasted. You can go back to the fricking home world where I won't have to see your irritaing face! )
Visser One ignored me. She turned her gaze to the gorilla, who seemed to have had a sudden urge to itch an inappropriate body part, and raised a sickened eyebrow.
The gorilla sat down. Very abruptly. It in fact looked quite amusing. A huge gorilla just simply falling down like an unstable, stick-legged human.
( Why, Visser One, ) I sneered. ( You seem to have frightened the humanoid one. Either that, or he was simply "caught off guard by your irresistable charm". )
" Gross. Visser Three, it's a an Andalite. Get a life." Visser One looked purely and simply disgusted. " Oh, and by the way, it is called a gorilla. If you are going to be in charge of Earth, which is very unlikely if you just keep sitting on your lazy ass, you should at least learn something about the planet."
( And take a human host? Pfft. Right, Visser One. Human bodies are WEAK, for your information. This Andalite host, though gravely constipated at times, is much better in terms of natural weapons. )
" You bet," Visser One smirked. " Andalite shit is a great natural weapon. I took a human host and learned about the planet and the humans -- "
( Or more specifically, the human repro -- ) I started with a wry grin.
" SHUT. UP," Visser One spat through gritted teeth, before immediately regaining her icy attitude. " … And because I learned about the humans, I was able to begin the invasion that YOU have now endangered with your giant soybean of a brain! Oh, AND criminal incompetence!"
Man. What is UP with the soybeans today?
I twitched my tail blade. Ohhhh, let the blood flowwww… Stop it, Visser! Anger management, remember? But it was so hard. Oh, what I wouldn't give to send her head rolling across the floor…
Well, unfortunately, one of the very things I wouldn't give was my life, because the minute I would cut off Visser One's head, her guards would Dracon me and turn me into someone's packaged fried chicken that the humans sell at stores like "Home Depot" (And Visser One thinks I don't know the humans. HAH.).
I relaxed my muscles at the thought of a bunch of humans feasting on my roasted dead body (wouldn't you?).
( Ohh, you'd LIKE to provoke me, Visser One, ) I said, barely supressing rage. ( But I destroyed the Andalite force. I killed prince Elfangor -- )
" You ATE prince Elfangor," Visser One rectified.
( -- Aaaand I have now eliminated the LAST Andalite resistance on this planet! ) I yelled. ( Face it, I am the one for the job. )
She smirked. " You want to be Visser One? You think you can just up and take my title? The Council does not like Vissers who make stupid mistakes. And you definitely have made mistakes… You know, every day that passes, Visser Three, the more I think the Andalite's defective brain cells have somehow melded with you."
She rolled her eyes and glared at me before snapping her fingers and walking out of the room, followed by her marching, gold-labelled mini army of snobs.
I stayed behind and stared at my prize, the Andalite bandits. Even Visser One could not ruin my mood now. I was in a state of total and complete euphoria! The Andalite bandits were mine! Finally mine!
( Six Andalites, ) I gloated. ( Six Andalite bodies, soon to be used by my most capable and trusted lieutenants. )
Suddenly, without warning, the young Andalite cadet exploded in rage. ( And then there would be others like YOU! You vile creature! Other Andalite-Controllers, unnatural abominations like your disgusting self! )
I dare say I was the slightest bit offended. But then, it occurred to me. Something I should have seen before…
( Why are you the only one who speaks? ) I asked thoughtfully. ( The others are all silent, and always remain in their morphs, while you are never in morph and are always the speaker for the group. Yet you are quite young. Hmm… Very curious indeed. )
My thoughts raced. Why was it that this Andalite was the one who spoke? Were the others all illiterate? No, doubt it. Were they SHY? Hah, dream on. But really. It was curious. Veeryyy curious…
I shrugged.
( Take them back to the holding cell, ) I said to my troops. ( Triple the guard. If there is even the slightest trouble, kill them all. )
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The seminar was okay, I suppose. The casualty count was only TWO (Woot, go me! A new record!). TWO! Come on, applause, people! The whole anger management thing is really working out!
After the seminar, I flew a Bug fighter back to the Empire ship, where I sat by my telecommunicator through the remainder of the afternoon and well into the evening, waiting for my promotion for catching the bandits. But the call didn't come. I didn't find out why until Visser One was finally transported back after multiple ship searches for the attacker. Nothing was found, so she was deemed safe again and brought back (oh, goody).
As soon as she arrived, the first thing she did was knock on my door. I answered, andfound her standing in the hallway, smiling.
( What are you so happy about? ) I asked, still frustrated about the nonexistant call.
" Oh nothing," she said. " Only that the Andalite bandits escaped."
I felt like a block of cement had rammed a hole through my stomach.
( You dapsen! ) I yelled. ( They WHAT? WHEN? … How? )
" Aha, you should see your face!" she laughed, clearly enjoying every moment of it. " … But seriously, I don't know when or how they got away. Probably due to some slacking from your guards."
She made a little twirl and sighed. " I'm just glad I'm back!"
( Speak for yourself! ) I exclaimed.
I was devastated. My prize. Gone! Escaped, without a fair promotion in store for me!
But no matter the devastation, or the downright MISERY I was feeling, I still couldn't stop myself from going back inside to get the red-wrapped package I had been safely keeping since my little side-stop before returning from the mother ship.
I took the package in my arms, galloped back out into the hall, and handed it to a very perplexed Visser One.
" What's this?" she enquired.
( I got you a present, ) I said. Then I gestured to the box. ( Go on, open it. )
She looked at me questioningly. Then, she frowned.
" Yeah right. It's going to explode in my face." She gave me the most evident fish eye I had ever received.
( I promise it will not explode in your face, ) I said.
Then, under her untrusting gaze, I closed the door and walked back into my kitchen.
I heard footsteps as she walked into her own room, and the steady ripping of paper. Then, the box opened, and I heard her gasp.
" Visser Three!" she yelled.
( Yes, Visser One? ) I bemused.
" A RED AND BLACK Visser uniform?" she exclaimed, horrified. " WHAT THE HELL?"
I didn't answer. I had a whole evening of misery and loss ahead of me after losing the Andalite bandits (again).
But somehow, I felt better already.
As I walked into my bedroom, I smiled and tried to hold in a laugh. I had lost my possible promotion. I should have been sad as hell. But right now, I was happy.
And I had no idea why.
Until my return,
Esplin 9466.
Well… This chapter was a bit different in style as you may have noticed! It was much more straight to the point, I thought. Less descriptive. Not that this story is EVER descriptive. Has anyone else but me noticed that? O.o
Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Until next time, which will be soon:D