Quill 3 act 2: Pekopon

The room looked hazy.

"kukuku, wow you sure look different." A familiar yellow smudge laughed. Cyrara sat up. "What happened?" He asked rubbing his head. He stood up. "Kururu, did you shrink? You're smaller." Kururu looked up at him, "Ku, it worked." He laughed his creepy laugh and stalked off.

"It worked?" Cyrara looked down at his hands. "They're pekopons!" He said in wonder, "That invention worked!" He looked around and saw his sword lying on the ground. He picked it up and swung it around a few times. "Heh, still pretty good as a pekopon." He said to himself. He strapped his sword back in its sheath and walked out of the room.

"Dang, I can't see him." Bretete was on standing tip-toe on a discarded box trying to peer through the front window.

"What are you doing?"

Bretete did something between a startled jump and a spin around and fell off his box. "Gah! You pekopons aren't supposed to see us!" he groaned and shifted his symbol. The anti-barrier was still in effect. "Curse you anti-barrier." Bretete kicked the box aside and looked up at the pekopon.

"Why were you spying in on the house?" The pekopon asked. "None of your business," Bretete folded his arms, "I'm concerned for a friend." "Ah! Could that be cyrara?" The pekopon wondered.

"You- You know him?"

"I've seen him."

"Wait- how does a pekopon know a keronian?"

The pekopon clapped Bretete on the back. "Bretete! It's me!"

"WOAH WOAH WOAH! HOLD THE PHONE!" Bretete stepped away and took a good look at the pekopon again.

The pekopon was wearing a dark blue shirt and pants. He had a sword in its sheath on his side. A leather belt, which looked like the one cyrara always wore, was strapped across his chest. Blond-brown hair framed a handsome face with brown eyes.

"Er, lookin' good." Bretete managed to say.

"….Thanks? Hopefully it'll be good enough for Roxane." Cyrara said walking out of the gate. Bretete followed him.

They arrived home and as soon as they closed the door, the door bell rang. "That was fast." Bretete mentioned. Cyrara reopened the door and no one was there. He looked down and saw a small package. He opened it. "Look at this," Cyrara called to Bretete, "It looks like it's a remote."

"There's a card." Bretete picked up the piece of paper and handed it to Cyrara.

"Kuku, I had a lot of spare time and didn't have much to do so I made this. If you wanna switch between a pekopon and your own self before the time limit, just press the button and you can switch back and forth." Cyrara read.

"Oh hey hey! Let's see if it works!" Bretete begged. Cyrara pressed the button.

"What do you know, it works." Cyrara was his normal keronian self again. He pressed the remote again and turned into a pekopon. He did this a few times for Bretete's amusement and finally in keronian form, put the remote in his belt. "Well, I'll be out for a while. I'm going to see if pekopons are fooled at disguise." Cyrara turned towards the door again.

"See yo- Oh wait!" Bretete rand and picked up his magazine off the coffee table, looked at it, and tore off a page. "This is kinda silly but, thought you might like this." Bretete handed the torn off page to Cyrara. Cyrara took the paper and glanced at it. "Thanks Bretete." He shut the door and the room went silent.