Chapter 22: A Warning to Pufflefluffia

We knew the plan to stop 6 but we didn't want anyone to get hurt in the process. We had to find a way to warn everyone without scaring them or to get 6 involved. "How are we gonna get everyone to know about 6," I said. "We also don't want 6 to know about this."

"We can use the normal airways," answered Sraivo.

"But that will alert 6," Potion replied. "There has to be another way." We were running out of time. I came up with an idea.

"Is there some kind of language you use for cases like this," I questioned.

"Oh yeah," answered Crystal. "I forgot about that. I don't know how cause I was the one who created it."

"She sure did," Boob agreed. Crystal remembered how the language was created and hoped it worked.

"So this is like an SOS signal," I questioned.

"What's an SOS," questioned Horn.

I answered, "It stands for save our ship. Basically, it is a call for help."

"In that case," Horn replied. "You can say that." Boob was ready to go since he was the closest one to knowing the language.

"Does 6 know about your language mom," questioned Potion.

"He does not," answered Crystal. This was good news. We would be able to warn everyone without any threat of 6 getting in the way. "The language was made off of the one on Earth that uses symbols to get the message across."

"Oh," I said. "Then I know that language too." I was about to say how I knew it but was interrupted.

"How," questioned Boob. "You aren't from this planet."

"Tell me more," Potion agreed.

"Well," I answered. "Crystal said symbols. We have a language that uses these. It is usually used when someone is in danger. The inventor of it was Samuel Morse. He created the telegraph which used a series of beeps to create a message to another person. This was later known as Morse Code. So, I know about your emergency language cause I know Morse Code (not in IRL)."

"Cool," said Crystal. "Then you can help us create the signal." We got prepared to send it on their version of a telegraph.

"Ready when you are," said Potion.

"Me too," said Boob.

"All good here," Horn agreed.

"I'm at the frequency module," said Sraivo. "Making sure the Hertz are right."

"Someone knows their electromagnetic facts," I replied. Sraivo winked as to show he understood. Everyone was in place. The signal was sent to every telegraph looking object on the planet. Crystal was creating the beeps necessary to create the warning. The signal translated read:

"Don't be alarmed when hearing these beeps. I am Crystal Sprinkles. Yes I am alive. I say this message to warn you all that my crown has been stolen for it's power. I was rescued but the crown was not. My captor is about to use my crown's power for their own gain and rule this planet. Don't give in to what they say. We are working on a way to stop them. If anyone asks you, don't answer them truthfully. Crystal out." The message was sent. Now everyone was aware of the upcoming danger. It was time for us to do our part. This was to capture Fluffy Hater and Bluewaffecopter. Let the next part of the story begin.

Will we be able to capture Fluffy Hater? Will he help us if we do? Will he have reason to why he helped 6? Could he lead us to 6? Find out in the next chapter.

TO BE CONTINUED