I followed Wyldstyle to an old fashioned saloon, where we got off out horses. Mine instantly left after. "Okay, all you have to do is act like you belong here," she said, fanning herself off with a fan.
"Okay, easy!" I said. I walked inside the doors, with a cowboy accent. "Well, howdy there!" The people stared at me. "I'm a cowboy! Bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang! Shoot, shoot, shoot! Bullet, bullet, gun! Zap, zap, zap! Pow, zap, pow!"
No one made any movement. Wyldstyle grabbed me and carried me outside. "What are they looking at?" I asked. I think I did well to fit in. "I was wrong, just...just be quiet. Like a stool," she said.
"Howdy, folks!" I exclaimed, jumping inside the saloon. I bent over like a stool. I started bouncing on my hands and feet. "Come sit on me!"
"Nope, nope, stool don't talk!" Wyldstyle said, pulling me out of the saloon again. "Here, just do what I do." She opened her fan and walked inside, fanning herself off. She spat into a bucket in the corner. The music from the piano started up again and everyone started fighting again. I walked in after he, trying to copy her the best I can. People stared at me. A man dressed in Native American clothing approached me and threw a tomahawk at me. Thankfully I ducked, and dodged another guy who threw a bottle at me. The bottle hit someone else and they started fighting.
Wyldstyle talked to a man playing the piano at the corner of the saloon. I looked at a closed bottle on the ground. What's this anyway? I picked it up, popped the cork off, and sniffed it. It smells funny. But sometimes things don't taste the way they smell. Maybe it smells better? I looked around, relieved to find no one else wanted to kill me, and drank a small drop of it.
Eugh! Gross! What is this stuff? This is disgusting! Blegh! Yuck! "Meet me upstairs in ten seconds," the man at the piano said. I watched him run into a wall. Wyldstyle helped him up and led him upstairs, at least, to the door upstairs.
"This is weirdly decorated place," I said, examining the weird objects on the walls. The man walked up the wall and onto the roof. "Vitruvius, we found the Piece of Resistance," Wyldstyle said to him.
"Is this true?" Vitruvius asked.
"Yes, but-" Wyldstyle said.
"Wyldstyle," he said, looking at her from the roof, "the Prophecy states that you are the most talented, most important, and most extraordinary person in the universe."
"That would be great, but...Emmet, is the guy you're looking for," Wyldstyle said, pointing at me. I took my rest of the cowboy things she gave me off and waved at him. "Oh, okay, Emmet! The prophecy states that you are the most talented-"
"I'm not sure if he is The Special," Wyldstyle said. I frowned. I really wanted to hear that again. "Maybe the prophecy was wrong."
"Um, I-I actually don't know what the prophecy...says," I said.
"See?" Wyldstyle said, throwing her arm at me. "He doesn't even-wait, what?"
"I didn't know what The Prophecy you keep mentioning is," I admitted. "I've only ever heard of a Master Builder today."
"'One day, a talented lass or fellow, a Special one, with the face of yellow, will make the Piece of Resistance found, from it's hiding place underground. And with a noble army at the helm, this Master Builder will thwart the Kragle and save the realm, and be the greatest, most interesting, most important person of all times. All this is true, because it rhymes,'" Vitruvius recited.
"Oh, wait, I heard a little bit of that!" I exclaimed. "Something about a 'face of yellow' when I touched the...The Piece of Resistance!"
"Well, he's not even a Master Builder," Wyldstyle said. "Watch. Emmet, build something cool from the things you find in this room. Like a cool race car."
"Okay," I said, turning around. I turned back around. "Do you have the instructions?"
"No," Vitruvius said, shaking his head. "You must build the instructions from your mind, my liege."
'My liege?' Wow! I'm getting the king treatment here! "Okay, um, a race car. Well, there's a lot of cool stuff in here...but, I don't see a wheel..." I looked around the room for a good minute. "Or...two...more wheels."
"See?" Wyldstyle said, apparently angry at me. "He's not a Master Builder!"
"If you keep telling him he can't then he'll never be!" Vitruvius said.
"I'm, uh, I'm standing right here, you know," I muttered. Vitruvius wobbled towards me, squishing my face. "What are you doing?" I asked. He popped my hair off.
"We are entering your mind," Vitruvius said.
"What?" I cried. "Entering my mind?!"
"To see if you have to unlock the ability to be a Master Builder," Vitruvius explained.
"Well, that doesn't sound good!" I cried.
Vitruvius and Wyldstyle started dancing and bowing around me. My eyes began to close involuntarily and I started wobbling. I felt someone push me back up to prevent me from falling. Then I lost all sense of the outside world.
I reopened my eyes to see a large, empty, blue space. "Woah! Is this my mind?" I asked, floating around. "It's so big! I must be smart!"
"It's so empty," Wyldstyle muttered. "He must've never had an original thought in his life."
"That's not true!" I replied, bounding over with floaty jumps. "One time, I wanted to have my friends over to watch tv-" I heard clinking behind me so I looked and saw a strangely see through tv, "-not unlike this tv that just appeared. But then I thought, well, not everyone can fit on my couch." A couch appeared underneath me, so I sat on it. "So then I was like, well, what if I had something like a bunk bed couch? Then everyone can sit and watch tv together!" The couch grew into a double couch with a ladder on both sides. It's just a little something I like to call the Double Decker Couch.
"That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard," Wyldstyle said.
"Please, Wyldstyle, let me handle this," Vitruvius said, sitting down in the air. He paused for a moment. "That, my boy, is the dumbest thing I've ever heard." Vitruvius used his staff to turn himself around. "There has to be some sort of potential if the Man Upstairs chose him to be The Special."
"Who's the Man Upstairs?" I asked.
"See?" Wyldstyle said. "He doesn't even know who the man Upstairs is!"
"Does he have super gross hands that look like they're made out of big, pink sausages, like eagle talons mixed with squid?" I asked, jumping a few times.
"You've seen the-" Wyldstyle said before I looked down at the thing my mind made. It looked just like what I was describing. "That's what I was just thinking about!" I exclaimed.
"How did you...?" Wyldstyle asked, but her voice trailed off.
"I has this super weird dream when I touched the piece," I explained. "Although I wasn't asleep so I'm not sure if it was a dream."
"Emmet," Vitruvius said. "You had a vision."
"I did?" I asked.
"Emmet, Master Builders spend years making their minds empty to even see a glimpse of the Man Upstairs. Your mind is already so empty, that there's nothing in it to clear out." I can't tell if that is supposed to be a compliment or what. "With proper training, you can become a Master Builder," he finished.
"I can?" I asked, excited.
"Yes," Vitruvius said, nodding.
"But...I can't do any of the stuff the Prophecy says I can," I said.
"That's not a problem," Vitruvius said. "All you have to do is believe. Are you ready, my son?"
"Yes, I am...I think," I said honestly.
Author's Note
"Does he have super gross hands that are made out of big, pink sausages, like eagle talons mixed with squid?"