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Oneshot 2

Portal thing

Emma stared blankly at the thing in front of her. She just... just couldn't believe it and, honestly, had no idea what to do. Had the thing been blue or any other color she probably would have figured something out- she wasn't her school detective club's president for nothing. Actually, had the thing been the color blue she would have already jumped into it, after all, it was common knowledge that blue vortex leads you to the world of manga/ anime/ book/ movie/ any other noteworthy place you might have or might have not heard of. Or a black vortex. Never, and she meant never, she had heard of a yellow one.

And Emma, as much as she tried to figure it out with her smart little head, just had no idea what to do with the yellow portal thingy.

She tried to analyze it, but was stopped by the pure yellow of the thing. Actually, Emma was proud that she hadn't yet run out of the room screaming "Aaaaaaaargh, it burns!", "Kill it, kill it with fire!" or "Dad, where is that old saw that you won't let me even touch so there is no way I could get blood poisoning? Ooh, nothing important, I just need to gauge my eyes out in the fastest and most violent way possible." the moment she walked into her room and saw it there, just floating in the air in the middle of the room she shared with her older sister.

Anyways, the thing looked... well, like a thing. It was a big blob of sickly yellow mass shaped like a disk, about two meters in diameter and hanging in the air just like that like some kind of hologram. The yellow horror had suspicious shapes of a brighter and darker yellow rippling trough it and turning, disappearing and appearing all the time and looked like it was was going into itself, but, when Emma looked at it from the side, it was so thin that she couldn't see it, which she thought was impossible, because she had two eyes and it didn't make any sense to her rational and logical part of mind that something couldn't be seen so close to it because it was too thin. Her other parts of mind that were less rational- thankfully they were rather small compared to her logical side- had split in two warring parts. One wanted to jump into the blob and the other wanted to run out of the room and they were trying to decide the winner by comparing their swordsmanship. After a long and honorable fight the one that wanted to run out of the room impaled the one that wanted to go even close to the thing on it's sword and then stopped in horror when realised what it had just done.

Sorry... I... I... I'm so sorry... it sobbed.

Then... please... full- *cough-cough* fulfill my *cough* la- last wish. Emma's part of mind that was endowed with less common sense and actually wanted to touch the horror of yellow begged through bloody coughing.

Emma's rational side rolled it's eyes, decided that it wasn't time for acting theatrical and split them up. It would have hit them if it was rational in any way, but they were pigments of Emma's imagination- it obviously wouldn't hurt them and wouldn't teach anybody anything. And if it could hurt then the figments of Emma's imagination would lose some precious brain cells, and they obviously needed each and every one of them.

Anyways, Emma decided to check what happens if something that wasn't alive touched the thing. She looked around for something. First thing the slightly disturbed teenager noticed was the paper on her desk. The detective club's president carefully wove her way to her desk, took the white A4 paper sheet and made an paper airplane. It looked slightly crooked and probably wouldn't go straight, but it was the best Emma could do at the moment.

Emma took the paper airplane and slowly made her way back to the place she had been standing at before when trying to analyze the blob of yellow. The girl readied herself for what she was going to do and threw the plane at the thing.

The result was rather anticlimactic- the airplane went straight trough and didn't change even one bit. Emma had perfect eyesight and noticed every little detail- had the airplane changed, she would have noticed it.

Next the detective club's president went and looked for something else to chuck at the monstrosity she had decided for some reason was portal.

'If paper goes trough, what will happen if I stick a broom in it?' was what Emma thought when she noticed said object standing innocently in the corner. Not that brooms are filled with any particular malice or evilness, and this particular broom had been with her for most of her life, so she was pretty sure the wooden pole with the cleaning thing attached at the end was somewhat trustworthy.

Emma picked up the broom from the dusty corner (she made a mental note to clean up later) and returned to her previous place. She didn't know why, but since the moment she had picked up the broom, she had felt like imminent doom was closing on her.

"Doomed! We're all doomed!" Emma chuckled quietly to herself and shrugged off the strange feeling. She knew that she had to be careful, but, if a paper airplane went trough the thing and wasn't affected, broom shouldn't be any different. After all, they were basically made of the same materials. Well, they both were made of wood, even if paper in a more roundabout way than a wooden stick.

Emma was good with sports, but she wasn't about to throw a broom halfway trough her room just to find out if something would happen. That would be just plain stupid and unnecessary loud. And she didn't like loud noises. So she stood up and stuck the broom in the blob of yellow-ness.

At first nothing happened, or atleast seemed to happen. Emma relaxed and tried to move the broom... but it was stuck! And she couldn't release her hold on the broom no matter how much she tried- it was like her hands were glued to the broom.

Then, slowly, the shapes in the disk of yellow-ness started to spin and spin around faster and faster and Emma closed her eyes and stood still because it was slowly making her feel sick. The teenager stood there for about a minute and nothing happened, so she opened her eyes.

The shock of what she was seeing made her release the broom and it clattered to the ground with a loud noise. Wherever she was, it wasn't her room, and she doubted it was even her own world. After all, she was sure that it was her first time seeing trees like that. And she was pretty sure her broom didn't look like this weird cartoon-ish version of it. And was that a Pinocchio in a tree?

AN

WE WON! WHOOHOOO! YEAH!

Ahem, yes. I was planning on updating this Saturday, but...

It is Olympics and Latvia won America and advanced to half-finals in volleyball! I usually don't watch sport, but there is something about Olympics and volleyball...

In the first set we lost, so I said to my brother that if we won I'd publish the new chapter today. We won, so... here it is. Yes it is shorter, but I hope no-one is disappointed.

Next time: failed cyber world dominance. It leads to funky places.

It is 23:33, 06/08/2012

Thank you for reading!

/Edited 28/02/13. Fixed some mistakes. Also- hey, I think I have improved a bit. Who knows *shrugs*/