The Needlemouse Reworked project

by Needlemouse reworked project

There was once a woman who lived under a lake. One day, people came over and built a house over it. She did not like that. It reminded her of bad days Her past that she wanted to forget. Hello, in other words, this is a Re-work/re imagining of the Needlemouse series created by Shutupjojo. May Yahweh do good works through this fanfic.

9. Chapter 8: No AC

Tom's house was nice and quiet, just the way he had liked it. It seems that, too much in our modern society, we have noise. We have music blaring in our mind sockets nonstop, always moving forward. Or as it seems to be more accurate of a description, sprinting. Too many colors? Here's the cure, curious child. More colors, faster colors, so many bright, fun, saturated colors you will no longer have to think about how much you don't like them.

Tom lumbered out of the cave of his room and into the kitchen, which was directly faded into the living room as his family used the one big room as two separate ones. He dragged a glass cup out of the cupboard, a wine glass. No, Tom wasn't a underage drinker, he just liked to feel fancy when he drank water. He pulled the silver lever on the maple wood counter, forcing the microplastic, pollutant pipes underneath the skin of the earth to fetch him forth water, The code for all living things.

He gazed, no, stared out past the rest of the room. The dim light from the outside world cast harsh shadows on the couch, then the rocking chair, then the TV, and then the bookshelf, smacking the stove top and side of the refrigerator in its shine, and finally tinting Tom a pale blue as the moon moved into the sky. So that the brilliance of the cool dark, late autumn air could rule over the land of outskirt Philadelphia once more. Mother nature taking back its rightful throne, at least a little bit. He took the glass down the hallway sloshing the remaining water when he wasn't sleepily sipping the edge of the hardened, molten sand.

He was bored so he decided that he was going to sift through his closet once more, as it was a complete mess and a half. While clawing through piles of dirty clothes, old toys from his earlier days, and a comic book or two, he found a disc simply titled " ". "Hmm" He muttered to himself, as he often does when he knows that neither his sister or mother is around. "Never seen dis round here before". He felt rejuvenated with power now that he was slowly coming to realize the "sonic" part in the title. He darted his eyes across the icy air, casting his attention to his desk with his PC on it. Hre darted up and sprinted across the room. Popping the disc into the hard drive lets it boot up.