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 Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 2:06 pm
Malkam was not a morning person. He barely functioned, and so it was with groggy recognition after a good dream (it was Christmas, and they were all there, Mik and Melody and all three of their moms) that he registered someone else was in the bed with him. He knew who it was, at least.
"Mik?" He asked, trying to grind his brain into some operatable gear. "Why're you at my house? Som'thing happen?"
Even this amount of recognition was taxing.
There was something else in the room with him, and it made a long, creepy slidy noise, and he decided that it must be the bedsheet. His clothes were too big for him, too. He didn't remember putting on a shirt this big. These things were all distant concerns. He had a greater sense of something not being right.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 2:12 pm
Mikael had also been dreaming about his house, but his dream was even further back, a happy family with everyone together at last.
When he woke up, he didn't understand where he was, things had changed, it was colder, he was in bed with someone. He sat up, only to exhale when he realised it was Malkam and the voice hadn't been in his dream.
"Where are we?" he said, and his voice didn't sound right either, it was higher than he remembered. "What's going on?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 3:16 pm
"My house," Malkam groaned, rolling over into the pillow and pulling the covers back over his head. "Wha'time izit?"
This was a subtle plea to forestall any non-emergencies until there was actually a sun.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 3:23 pm
"This isn't your house." Mik said. "It isn't my house either."
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 3:32 pm
Malkam cracked open an eye and looked warily into the dim of the room. He was more confused than afraid. Mik was right.
"So where'izit?" He asked.
They had to be somewhere.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 3:50 pm
"I don't know." Mik sounded more and more scared, climbing back into bed from where he'd been standing temporarily on the floor as if it burned him.
"I don't recognise this house Malk. I don't know where we are."
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 3:06 am
"Maybe your dad's back and we ha'to move," he offered half-heartedly, trying to get a better grip on their surroundings.
They weren't chained up. They weren't hurt.
"Mom's probably somewhere. You want-" he yawned, "me t'check?"
Mik sighed “I hope not, I was just getting used to school. And surely I’d have woke up? I don’t remember much. Yeah you should check, I’ll come with you though.”
Malk sat up slowly, hoping they could resolve everything with a hallway patrol. He tugged at the shirt, then looked at the picture on it. His shorts were loose too. "Not m'shirt," He complained, twisting the side into a knot and tucking it into his boxers.
He rubbed his face as he got out of bed, and looked around the room for the source of the shifting, but still couldn't find it.
He went over to the window first.
"Hey, look at this. What- what the hell."
Outside, the streets were wrecked. It looked like a warzone. Nobody was there, no cars. The ground was sandy, and the flora looked like it belonged at a beach. But why would all the other houses be crushed or abandoned?
"O-okay. Let's check downstairs."
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 5:52 am
Mik's clothes were loose too and strange, not the kind of clothes his mother would have him wear. He got out of bed again when Malkam did, anxious and in a mood to be close to the other boy who looked...older than he remembered him looking, which didn't make any sense either.
Outside the world was completely messed up and wrong, with jungle encroaching on wrecked buildings.
"What is even going on?"
He took hold of the other boys hand and followed him downstairs.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 6:03 am
Malkam gripped his hand back.
He looked around before they left the room for a lamp, or something blugeony. Just in case. Like if they went downstairs and a bunch of really bad guys were sitting around a table. He could buy Mik some time to go get help. His other hand just felt empty. He needed....a....
There was a surprised hissing sound, and suddenly there WAS something in his hand.
He dropped it like it was a snake, and the hissing got louder.
"AH!"
Ouch! Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!
On the floor was a beautiful white and gold shotgun, with a handsome bone handle. They were just lucky that it hadn't gone off.
Malkam stumbled back, pointing. "What! Where did...it's talking!"
Oh no! Oh no, wh-what's...happened to me? It was a girl's voice. It started crying.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 6:12 am
Mikael didn't let go of Malkam as the shotgun appeared, but he did panic and hide behind him as much as he was able to. "What's that??" he said. "How did you?..How did you do that?"
"It TALKS?" he said, and the panic seemed to properly jar something in him awake, it stirred first as an image of forests, of cold and of the moon but it spoke.
<>
"I'm Mikael?" he said, confused. "Can you hear that? Is that your gun?"
<>
He hugged Malk timidly, burying his face against him. "It feels like its in my head."
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 6:22 am
"H-hey," Malkam said, feeling responsible. "Don't cry, um, gun," He said, and edged over to pick it up.
"Is that...okay?"
Wh-what happened to meeeeee, the voice wailed.
"I don't know! We'll find out! Are you a girl? Did you get...turned into a gun? ...It's not my gun," he said to Mik. "I was looking around for a weapon, in case it is dangerous down there, and thinking about what to have. She appeared! Sorry I dropped you."
The gun sniffed.
My name is Jorm...
"Hi, Jorm. I'm Malkam. This is Mikael. Where did you come from?"
I don't know, I was sleeping, and sssssuddenly...
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 6:25 am
Malkam was talking to someone Mik couldn't hear and suddenly he found himself concerned that Malkam couldn't hear the voice he did.
<> the voice seemed to realise she couldn't hear his loud howling and fell quiet and sullen.
"I have a voice too. It's called Fenris. It knows your voice I think? What is going on?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 7:31 am
"Yeah, we were sleeping, and we woke up here," Malkam agreed.
Oh, Fen! Is Fen there, help! I can't hear you. Can you hear me? Don't look at me, something's really wrong.
"Who's Fenris?"
My brother. He's tall and strong and scary and handsome...Fen?
"We're brothers too," Malkam said, turning over the gun. There wasn't a voicebox. Someone could be playing a trick, but how had the gun just appeared like that.
"You can't hear her? Do you hear a guy? ...I'm kind of hungry," he said, "I'm going to think about a cheeseburger." He just hoped it didn't talk. He thought really hard about a cheeseburger appearing in his hand, shutting his eyes so he could get a better image, but when he opened his eyes, no burgers were forthcoming.
"You try it," he told Mik.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 11:13 am
"I hear a guy." Mik said, with a nod. "A wolfy guy. He howled!" He couldn't hear who Malkam was talking to, but it sounded like they agreed.
<> Fen barked, distressed. <>
"He says you have his sister in here." The mention of cheeseburgers threw him out of his stride but he tried it anyway, a grand total of nothing happened.
"Nothing happened??"
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 11:18 am
"Yeah, maybe it's better it didn't work. A cheeseburger with a voice would be weird. I thought maybe it would be like, the first thing we imagined."
Malkam looked at the gun.
"I just wanted something in case we ran into trouble."
Oh no, oh, did he see me, tell him not to look...
"She says not to look. I think she's embarrassed. You're...I think you're a nice gun. This...am I awake right now?"
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