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It all started when our protagonist, Kiarus, woke up in a vineyard. It was the fifth time it had happened. Feeling overwhelmingly pleased, Kiarus punched a stapler, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Unexpectedly, he realized that his beloved Spirits was missing! Immediately he called his acquaintance, Vesuvion. Kiarus had known Vesuvion for (plus or minus) 11,000 years, the majority of which were enticing ones. Vesuvion was unique. He was ingenious though sometimes a little... pestering. Kiarus called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Vesuvion picked up to a very angry Kiarus. Vesuvion calmly assured him that most capybaras shudder before mating, yet beavers usually flamboyantly shudder *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Kiarus. Why was Vesuvion trying to distract Kiarus? Because he had snuck out from Kiarus's with the Spirits only four days prior. It was a flamboyant little Spirits... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before Kiarus got back to the subject at hand: his Spirits. Vesuvion turned red. Relunctantly, Vesuvion invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Spirits. Kiarus grabbed his hibachi and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Vesuvion realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Spirits and he had to do it aggressively. He figured that if Kiarus took the '63 Comet, he had take at least five minutes before Kiarus would get there. But if he took the Teleporter? Then Vesuvion would be excessively screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Vesuvion was interrupted by seven selfish Rockdiles that were lured by his Spirits. Vesuvion panicked; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling angered, he thoughtfully reached for his butterknife and fearlessly attacked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the bush, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Teleporter rolling up. It was Kiarus.
----o0o----
As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at The Salvation Army to pick up a 12-pack of forks, so he knew he was running late. With a quick leap, Kiarus was out of the Teleporter and went sassily jaunting toward Vesuvion's front door. Meanwhile inside, Vesuvion was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the Spirits into a box of salt shakers and then slid the box behind his bed. Vesuvion was stunned but at least the Spirits was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Vesuvion earnestly purred. With a inept push, Kiarus opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some stupid outcast in a 5.0 Mustang,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Vesuvion assured him. Kiarus took a seat far away from where Vesuvion had hidden the Spirits. Vesuvion grimaced trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Kiarus was distracted. Suddenly, Vesuvion noticed a insensitive look on Kiarus's face. Kiarus slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Vesuvion felt a stabbing pain in his abdomen when Kiarus asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Spirits right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A stupid look started to form on Kiarus's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's forks from when she used to have pet hamsters. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Kiarus nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Vesuvion could react, Kiarus recklessly lunged toward the box and opened it. The Spirits was plainly in view.
Kiarus stared at Vesuvion for what what must've been ten minutes. Subsequently, Vesuvion groped wildly in Kiarus's direction, clearly desperate. Kiarus grabbed the Spirits and bolted for the door. It was locked. Vesuvion let out a enticing chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Kiarus,' he rebuked. Vesuvion always had been a little dimwitted, so Kiarus knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Vesuvion did something crazy, like... start chucking paper clips at him or something. Unexpectedly, he gripped his Spirits tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Vesuvion looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Kiarus. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame two days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Kiarus. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Vesuvion walked over to the window and looked down. Kiarus was gone.
----o0o----
Just yonder, Kiarus was struggling to make his way through the jungle behind Vesuvion's place. Kiarus had severely hurt his face during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Rockdiles suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Spirits. One by one they latched on to Kiarus. Already weakened from his injury, Kiarus yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Rockdiles running off with his Spirits.
About nine hours later, Kiarus awoke, his abdomen throbbing. It was dark and Kiarus did not know where he was. Deep in the muddy vineyard, Kiarus was excessively lost. Without warning, he remembered that his Spirits was taken by the Rockdiles. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a enormous Rockdile emerged from the vineyard. It was the alpha Rockdile. Kiarus opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the Rockdile sunk its teeth into Kiarus's foot. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Kiarus's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
Less than five miles away, Vesuvion was entombed by anguish over the loss of the Spirits. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened fork. With a hasty thrust, he buried it deeply into his neck. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Kiarus... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the Spirits that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Rockdiles, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(
It all started when our protagonist, Kiarus, woke up in a vineyard. It was the fifth time it had happened. Feeling overwhelmingly pleased, Kiarus punched a stapler, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Unexpectedly, he realized that his beloved Spirits was missing! Immediately he called his acquaintance, Vesuvion. Kiarus had known Vesuvion for (plus or minus) 11,000 years, the majority of which were enticing ones. Vesuvion was unique. He was ingenious though sometimes a little... pestering. Kiarus called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Vesuvion picked up to a very angry Kiarus. Vesuvion calmly assured him that most capybaras shudder before mating, yet beavers usually flamboyantly shudder *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Kiarus. Why was Vesuvion trying to distract Kiarus? Because he had snuck out from Kiarus's with the Spirits only four days prior. It was a flamboyant little Spirits... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before Kiarus got back to the subject at hand: his Spirits. Vesuvion turned red. Relunctantly, Vesuvion invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Spirits. Kiarus grabbed his hibachi and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Vesuvion realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Spirits and he had to do it aggressively. He figured that if Kiarus took the '63 Comet, he had take at least five minutes before Kiarus would get there. But if he took the Teleporter? Then Vesuvion would be excessively screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Vesuvion was interrupted by seven selfish Rockdiles that were lured by his Spirits. Vesuvion panicked; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling angered, he thoughtfully reached for his butterknife and fearlessly attacked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the bush, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Teleporter rolling up. It was Kiarus.
----o0o----
As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at The Salvation Army to pick up a 12-pack of forks, so he knew he was running late. With a quick leap, Kiarus was out of the Teleporter and went sassily jaunting toward Vesuvion's front door. Meanwhile inside, Vesuvion was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the Spirits into a box of salt shakers and then slid the box behind his bed. Vesuvion was stunned but at least the Spirits was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Vesuvion earnestly purred. With a inept push, Kiarus opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some stupid outcast in a 5.0 Mustang,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Vesuvion assured him. Kiarus took a seat far away from where Vesuvion had hidden the Spirits. Vesuvion grimaced trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Kiarus was distracted. Suddenly, Vesuvion noticed a insensitive look on Kiarus's face. Kiarus slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Vesuvion felt a stabbing pain in his abdomen when Kiarus asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Spirits right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A stupid look started to form on Kiarus's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's forks from when she used to have pet hamsters. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Kiarus nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Vesuvion could react, Kiarus recklessly lunged toward the box and opened it. The Spirits was plainly in view.
Kiarus stared at Vesuvion for what what must've been ten minutes. Subsequently, Vesuvion groped wildly in Kiarus's direction, clearly desperate. Kiarus grabbed the Spirits and bolted for the door. It was locked. Vesuvion let out a enticing chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Kiarus,' he rebuked. Vesuvion always had been a little dimwitted, so Kiarus knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Vesuvion did something crazy, like... start chucking paper clips at him or something. Unexpectedly, he gripped his Spirits tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Vesuvion looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Kiarus. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame two days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Kiarus. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Vesuvion walked over to the window and looked down. Kiarus was gone.
----o0o----
Just yonder, Kiarus was struggling to make his way through the jungle behind Vesuvion's place. Kiarus had severely hurt his face during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Rockdiles suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Spirits. One by one they latched on to Kiarus. Already weakened from his injury, Kiarus yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Rockdiles running off with his Spirits.
About nine hours later, Kiarus awoke, his abdomen throbbing. It was dark and Kiarus did not know where he was. Deep in the muddy vineyard, Kiarus was excessively lost. Without warning, he remembered that his Spirits was taken by the Rockdiles. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a enormous Rockdile emerged from the vineyard. It was the alpha Rockdile. Kiarus opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the Rockdile sunk its teeth into Kiarus's foot. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Kiarus's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
Less than five miles away, Vesuvion was entombed by anguish over the loss of the Spirits. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened fork. With a hasty thrust, he buried it deeply into his neck. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Kiarus... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the Spirits that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Rockdiles, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(
