Special Hope
It took Emmet at least an hour before arriving at the site where he needed to work. Putting on his red hard hat and pulling his blue bag around his shoulder he tried his best to line up with the other workers. He seemed to be shunted out every time he tried to realign him back into the lines of people going into the construction site. Walking with the group of construction workers with a steaming cup of expensive coffee, Emmet listened to the conversations that ran around the lines as each co-worker chatted about what they were doing last night. He heard some people talking about the episode of "Where Are My Pants?" from last night, which the former Master Builder got a glimpse of this morning. Emmet made sure to talk a lot about work, agreeing with every single idea that came out of Foreman Frank's or other employee's heads while delivering all of the construction tools/Lego pieces that the sections of the building they were making.
Of course, every time he picked up a Lego piece, his imagination flared up with a different idea in mind for the building, which the brown eyed idealist had to shake out of for the safety of his workmates more than his own. There was no way he was going to let Either Frank, Gail, or whomever else that lived nearby (Miss. Scratchen-Post and Surfer-Boy Dave were the most notable examples in Emmet's head, as he had talked to them this morning along with Larry the Barista) be arrested because of his imaginative nature. Luckily, Emmet had learned the trick to shut it off for until the end of his shift. The brown haired construction worker pulled a radio out of his bag and set it onto the side of his small digger that he couldn't occupy and started up "Everything is Awesome!" very loud. The numbers and ideas vanished instantly as he continued working about the site unseen.
"Hey, this is my jam!" A few of the workers called to Emmet as he drove by, collecting all of the 'strange' building parts from the destroyed buildings to reuse for what President Business considered 'better looking' buildings.
"Hey, I know right?" Emmet called back, allowing the song to loop again as he climbed onto the long board that was being lifted to a skeletal structure for a new skyscraper. "I could listen to this song for HOURS!"
*Exactly 5 Hours later…Despite that song being at least two minutes long…Don't ask me how they did it without getting sick of it…I have no clue…*
As soon as the last verse finished for the nth time, all of the construction workers had decided on calling it a day, each 'main' member of the employees listed off what they were going to do with one another that night, Emmet trying his best to get himself into the conversation as well before he left the place entirely. As each went on their list of items that they wanted to do with one another as they got to the bar (from chicken wings to giant sausages…Emmet knew it was Gail and Frank who probably agreed with those guys…) Emmet's attempt at getting his co-workers to talk to him for the final time was interrupted when his older jacket flew out of his blue bag, fluttering out toward the destroyed and full of very dangerous holes section of the Bricksburg Construction Site. Deciding that trying something he had failed to do many times before wasn't going to work, the brown haired idealist decided to drop the act completely. He rushed out, jumping into the sky and grabbed his old cotton jacket in mid-air, doing a single flip as he braced for impact.
Clumsily, he landed feet first, bracing his body to spring back up into position before the shock caused Emmet to collapse butt first onto the ground. "*groan* DJ was better at this than I could ever be…" The brown-eyed man sighed as he got himself up, looking about the site for signs of security cameras and the Super Secret Police about. When he felt it was safe, Emmet switched his orange vest for the faded blue swallow tail jacket, packing the vest into the bag that he carried around. The man grabbed another object from his back-pack, this time a smart-phone that was optimized to detect any relics around the search area. Emmet lifted the black phone to his face, allowing his feet to guide him as he relied on his phone's sensors to locate what he was searching for.
The brown haired construction worker turned about every single piece that he could get a hold of safely, sometimes clearing the debris using his Master Builder abilities so that he had a better shot of seeing the relic that he was searching for. About ten Double-Decker couches and five windmills later, he wasn't any closer to finding the missing item that had eluded the Master Builders since Virtuvius was blinded by Lord Business. Resting on top of one of the much larger piles, Emmet was close to giving up when he heard a 'woosh' sound on the right hand side.
"That was most definitely a woosh I heard…" Emmet muttered, turning around to find a darkly clothed, hooded figure running about the extremely dangerous end of the Construction site. "H-hey!" He called to the hooded stranger, whom was now digging around the site looking for whatever they were looking for. "You look very suspicious down there! You shouldn't even be HERE!" Emmet could hear his mind whispering how much of a hypocrite he was as he said what the instructions told him to do, making sure his disguise was well kept as he didn't know who this person was. The brown eyed male looked into his bag to find the instructions he was forced to carry with him, gently turning the ruined book to find the very specific page he was looking for as the stranger dug through the 'pieces' of debris. "Now then, 'If you see anything weird, report it immediately.'…Well, Looks like I'm gonna have to report you-" He was about to call the Secret Police with the phone exactly then, when the figure had finally dropped their—or should I say 'her'?—hood.
If Emmet had not been taken in by Virtuvius, he would have held on the last syllable of the word 'you' as he stared at the beautiful woman right in front of him, hormones overriding with what was considered the 'right' thing to do. In fact, he would have stayed there for as long as she had looked into his direction before scurrying away. However, this was not that Emmet, as he recognized who she was the instant the hood came down from her head. Emmet nearly dropped his phone as he recognized her beautiful face, once again framed in her dark hair with those beautiful pink and blue streaks in the fringe, her rosy red lips, and her dazzling blue eyes framed by her freckles and luscious eyelashes.
"DJ?" the construction worker said aloud, not realizing that the woman in front of him had not recognized him at all. DJ looked at him in suspicion, before running off when the sound of a siren started to escalate in closeness. "H-hey Wait!" the former Master Builder yelled to the darkly-clothed woman, hoping to catch her before something went very wrong.
And something indeed went very wrong.
He should have known that some parts of the Bricksburg construction site were far, far too weak and full of holes to safely stand around and gawk at unknown hooded trouble-makers, but Emmet felt that he had to keep the act of being nothing more than a lowly construction worker up to avoid the suspicion of the hidden cameras. But to find a piece (no pun intended) of the life that he gave up because of his indecision right in front of him, looking for the exact same relic that the former Master Builder-in-training was looking for? There was no way a coincidence had to be involved. Emmet had gotten himself up and ready to rush towards the dark-clothed female when he found himself falling downwards, then upwards, then a probable few meters down again, before finally landing HARD onto the cavern ground.
A large pain shot through his chest as he recollected himself, knowing well that there was probably no chance that anyone other than Master Builders and robot cops would look this deep for the Builder-turned-Construction worker. As the brown-haired and eyed male got himself upright once again, he saw what was truly the most spectacular, most foreboding thing within all the realms.
The Piece of Resistance; the red brick-like object encased in clear Lego bricks. And it was calling out to him, a swan-song of majestic horror that vibrated in Emmett's skull as he looked in awe. "Something's telling me to touch that…" he said to himself, ignoring his bag and walking over the ruined instruction book, which was conveniently on a very specific page about unknown relics. The voices in his head became louder as he got closer to the piece, hand outstretched as he thought of nothing else but making sure it was truly there and existing.
"Touch the Piece…Touch the Piece…" the Resistance called, sounding very familiar to Emmet but not really. As soon as the former Master Builder touched it, everything shut down for him, leaving the brown-haired man with images that he couldn't make sense out of…
A long tunnel full of spirals and bits that Emmet couldn't make sense out of as he fell, having no idea of what was happening to him…
"The Special one with a face of yellow…" Virtuvius' words echoed within Emmet's head as he saw things he couldn't think of seeing in the future…
A light comes from above somewhere…
"Will make the Piece of Resistance found…"
Hands far larger than his entire body gently bring him up to a masked face, whispering something like 'You're the hero now" which was drowned out by the screams as he continued down into the abyss…
"From its refuge underground…"
He was spinning, now he wasn't. His face and hands were blue now, but now his smiling face melted…
"This Master Builder will save the realm…" His tired eyes showed in his mind, and then total darkness…
"THE SPECIAL!" Two voices yelled…
*Unknown Time, Unknown Place*
"What the heck is this?! It looks stupid!"
I know it is… I couldn't think of anything else…
"How can expect to become a Master Builder if you can't think of anything else?"
I don't know if I want to do it though, I only left because Virtuvius asked me to…
"Yer no Master Builder! Ye just be a kid who's gotten 'is feet in Shark Soup!"
I'm sorry! I thought I could control it…
"I know that it's hard for you Emmet, but I know that you can do it…"
I'm sorry Grandpa… I can't go beyond the stupid couch idea…
"It's a stupid thing you built, don't you have any other idea that you could make?"
No… I'm just a person who was pulled into a world he doesn't belong in…
"I'm sure you will learn how to think better! You just need to stay positive!"
There's no positivity in my thought process miss…
"This isn't the thing I asked! Are you sure you're a Master Builder?"
I'm not…
I never was…