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Unfortunately, this day is August 3rd 2541.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Just another day in the life of Simon Bedivere, a young boy living in the town of Locksmouth. Unfortunately, this day is August 3rd 2541.", "writing": "Simon Bedivere power walked down the elementary school halls. He knew this building like the back of his hand. Duck down a corridor here, up a flight of stairs there, avoid the congestion near the cafeteria... He didn't know why he felt so anxious today, but in his experience getting on the roof into the open air always seemed to help, so that's where he was headed.\n\n“H-hey, Si!” came an out-of-breath voice from behind him. Simon froze in his tracks, his large squirrel tail seeming to gain almost double its volume as his fur stood up on end. “I, uh-” the feminine voice behind him hesitated. “I was... gonna ask if you were okay, but...”\n\nBefore he turned his head to look, his friend Kelly was at his side, the brown-furred rabbit wrapping her arms deftly around his torso and hugging him close. Simon exhaled slowly, eyes closing as his anxiety – some of it anyway – seemed to just melt away. “Message me later if you wanna hang, okay? No pressure.” With a gentle kiss to the cheek, his best friend disengaged herself and promptly trotted in the other direction.\n\nSimon stood still for another few moments, his right hand slowly coming up to press around the green armband integrated into his sleeve. Slowly, he reached into his shirt pocket to bring out his bright pink PET, flipped to the message app with a practiced flick of his thumb, and tapped out a simple two-character message.\n\n[SkwrlyMusic: <3]\n\nAnother minute of walking and Simon came to the door leading to the roof. Now, technically speaking, he wasn't allowed out there. He'd never once actually gotten in trouble for cooling off out there, though. The door was even locked, but...\n\nLuckily for Simon, it was an old mechanical lock. It had taken him a while to work out this trick, and he supposed this was why most doors in Locksmouth now used electronic locks. With a sharp tap of his knuckles just below the lock, he felt the lock disengage with an almost inaudible 'click'.\n\nAs he stepped out into the open air, closing his eyes and inhaling the crisp, clean smell of the carefully moderated atmosphere, his PET gave a little jingle. Fishing it out of his pocket, he found a reply to his earlier message:\n\n[TrackBun: <3!]\n\nWith a great big smile, the squirrel sat down at the edge of the building. PET still in hand, he thumbed through a few options while pulling out yet another electronic device. Well... it didn't look particularly electronic to look at, just a pink rod around the length of Simon's hand. But, after tapping open his very favourite app on his PET, the MusicMKR unfolded to reveal its holographic projectors.\n\nAdhering the device's flat side to his chest, Simon waved one hand in a practiced command gesture. The faint 'hum' of holography filled his sensitive ears for a moment before being completely hushed by the MusicMKR's noise-cancelling software as a bright blue, mildly translucent guitar appeared in Simon's hands. Out of his pocket Simon pulled a small makeup mirror, placing it on the roof beside him so he could see the side of his face out of the corner of his eye.\n\nLooking down to place his fingers properly – unlike a real guitar this one had no physical frets or even strings to feel – Simon plucked a single C note, voicing a soft 'aah' to match it. This took him a couple of tries – and a couple of coughs – as he hadn't used his voice much that day. Once he was satisfied, he plucked and sang a D, then an E, F, G, A, B, and finally the C one octave above the first – and then back down two octaves more.\n\nWith a nod of satisfaction, he reached into his PET for his metronome app – when, suddenly, a cry rang out: “Simon, get down!”\n\nAs Simon flinched downwards instinctively at the command, he felt a 'woosh' of air as something large sailed over his head, inches from taking it clean off. A loud 'thud' behind him signaled the... whatever-it-was's landing, swiftly followed by three more similar 'thud's.\n\nScrabbling for his makeup mirror, Simon turned his body just in time to see a towering, burgundy-fleshed humanoid standing over him, its single cyclopean eye seeming to peer right through him at the street below. Extending one of its disturbingly humanoid, flipper-like hands out for Simon, the squirrel let out a shriek and turned tail to simply leap right off the roof.\n\nWith his eyes closed in anticipation for the impact, Simon couldn't see the red creature reaching for his tail – but he certainly felt it, yelping as the hand clasped tightly to the appendage and stopped him short, the momentum coming close to tearing Simon's tail clean off. “Noo! Let me go let me go LET ME GO!” Simon wailed as he kicked his legs, staring wide-eyed as the monster's other hand reached out for his face. “No no no n-mph!”\n\nThe burgundy monster clamped its hand around Simon's mouth, stifling his cries. A sickening, squelching sound filled Simon's ears as something... slick and thick and slimy was forced from the creature's palm and into his mouth. Simon tried to gag, but more and more of the foul-tasting stuff was forced into his mouth. His eyes clenched tight, his lungs and sinuses burned, as the 'paint' poured in...\n\nAnd then, abruptly, Simon found himself being flung to the side, coughing and gagging and horking up wads of slick grey goo that, had he not been sailing through the air, Simon may have been intrigued to see were somehow coalescing into a single blob in mid-air.\n\nThen the ground came rushing up to greet him.\n\n* * *\n\nThe first thing Simon noticed when he came to was the foul taste in his mouth – a mixture of paint and week-old nachos. The second thing he noticed, after trying desperately to clear out his mouth by spitting, was that his face was located right next to shards of broken glass.\n\nSitting up quickly, Simon was dismayed to find his mirror had broken on impact. “Wow, I must have hit the ground pretty hard if it broke...” he murmured to himself.\n\nSimon felt weird. Like he was floating, or something. The floor felt strange as he clambered up onto his feet. Nothing quite... sounded right, either. It was as if he was hearing everything through a layer of cotton, or he was... dreaming? Oh, man, please let this whole thing be a dream.\n\nA scream suddenly jolted Simon out of his thoughts. Kelly?! Simon took a single step in the direction of the school, then stopped dead in his tracks as if something were holding him back.\n\n“No, you idiot!” came a voice. “She's faster and stronger than you are! She'll be fine, but you have to run away!” Simon fought against the... whatever it was that was holding him in place. “Simon, please!” the voice of his imaginary friend cried. “These monsters are... you need to run away before the person who sent these monsters finds us!”\n\nSimon had never heard Fortis this upset about anything. To be fair, he'd never seen a monster before today either, so maybe this was just how imaginary friends reacted to this sort of thing.\n\nA moment of further indecision was interrupted by one of the red-skinned blubbery creatures lumbering out of the school gates, startling Simon into turning and bolting as fast as his child's legs could propel him.\n\n* * *\n\nHe didn't give any thought to where he was going, just wanting to put as much distance between himself and the school as possible. When he stopped to catch his breath, he didn't really know where he was – he never went this way! Normally he got the trans to and from school every day, or followed his friends to their houses.\n\nHe wasn't even sure he was in the residential district. Did he end up in the industrial district by accident? All those tall buildings could be apartment buildings, he guessed... There didn't seem to be any of those monsters around, but Simon gave the buildings and alleys a wide berth regardless. Just in case.\n\nIt had always struck Simon how empty Locksmouth really was. The city seemed designed for far more people than it housed. He wasn't even sure most of these buildings were used! There wasn't anyone around, at least. Although maybe everyone had run away like he did.\n\nSimon wanted to ask Fortis what was going on, as his imaginary friend seemed to have a better idea about that than Simon did. Unfortunately, Simon didn't have a mirror with him. For some reason, Fortis only ever talked to him when there was a mirror nearby. It wasn't like in shows or comics, where your imaginary friend just acted like a regular person but only you could see them.\n\nDistracted by his own thoughts as usual, Simon simply continued to walk on autopilot; even if he had no idea where he was going. Even on his best days he didn't like turning around and walking back the way he'd come, and that day was not one of his best days.\n\nA sudden crash from his left snapped Simon out of his thoughts. Whirling around, Simon didn't see anything at first... until another loud thud made his head snap towards the gap between two of the large office buildings. One of the bulbs illuminating the space had gone out, plunging the alley into darkness. A few heartbeats later, a humanoid figure lurched from the shadows, startling Simon into backing away.\n\nSimon suddenly found himself falling backwards as he tripped over a bench, hitting his head on the side of the armrest before smacking into the turf below. His vision blurred, the clouds above seeming to swim and swirl, only to be replaced by a shadow falling over him. Unsteadily, Simon tried to get to his feet, only to stumble and end up on his knees.\n\nHis vision cleared a bit, that shadow resolving itself into the blank face of... a rabbit? But her skin was entirely grey, and her eyes were just a dull lifeless white. Suddenly, she was joined by another grey-faced adult – a dog of some sort – and then another. A cat, a mouse, a horse, all reaching down to grab at him with clumsy grasping hands. Even in his groggy, possibly-concussed state, Simon managed to lurch to the side and stagger to his feet.\n\nHe found his wrist caught, and jerked his body away. A lurching swipe sailed clean over his head as one of his assailants tried to make a running tackle only to fall into a heap of sprawled limbs as she crashed into that same bench Simon had tripped over earlier. “Leave me alone,” he mumbled, even as another managed to grab hold of his tail. That thing was starting to become a real liability!\n\nThis would have been bad enough if they had been normal people crowding him. “Leave me alone!” he shouted, louder, as he was picked bodily off the ground. But these weren't normal people. They were more like zombies! Oh, God, was he in the middle of one of those zombie apocalypse movies? “Let me go!”\n\nHe gritted his teeth. Another had him by the leg now. A fourth was trying to force his mouth open wide, but he whipped his head back. He couldn't really do anything but continue to yell...\n\n“I said leave me [b][b][b][t]ALONE[/t][/b][/b][/b]!”\n\nThe last word erupted from Simon's mouth, smacking against the still air like a bomb. His assailants were flung back, the boy himself sailing a few feet backwards from the sheer force of it. He hit the ground – and finally passed out.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Simon Bedivere power walked down the elementary school halls. He knew this building like the back of his hand. Duck down a corridor here, up a flight of stairs there, avoid the congestion near the cafeteria... He didn't know why he felt so anxious today, but in his experience getting on the roof into the open air always seemed to help, so that's where he was headed.

“H-hey, Si!” came an out-of-breath voice from behind him. Simon froze in his tracks, his large squirrel tail seeming to gain almost double its volume as his fur stood up on end. “I, uh-” the feminine voice behind him hesitated. “I was... gonna ask if you were okay, but...”

Before he turned his head to look, his friend Kelly was at his side, the brown-furred rabbit wrapping her arms deftly around his torso and hugging him close. Simon exhaled slowly, eyes closing as his anxiety – some of it anyway – seemed to just melt away. “Message me later if you wanna hang, okay? No pressure.” With a gentle kiss to the cheek, his best friend disengaged herself and promptly trotted in the other direction.

Simon stood still for another few moments, his right hand slowly coming up to press around the green armband integrated into his sleeve. Slowly, he reached into his shirt pocket to bring out his bright pink PET, flipped to the message app with a practiced flick of his thumb, and tapped out a simple two-character message.

[SkwrlyMusic: <3]

Another minute of walking and Simon came to the door leading to the roof. Now, technically speaking, he wasn't allowed out there. He'd never once actually gotten in trouble for cooling off out there, though. The door was even locked, but...

Luckily for Simon, it was an old mechanical lock. It had taken him a while to work out this trick, and he supposed this was why most doors in Locksmouth now used electronic locks. With a sharp tap of his knuckles just below the lock, he felt the lock disengage with an almost inaudible 'click'.

As he stepped out into the open air, closing his eyes and inhaling the crisp, clean smell of the carefully moderated atmosphere, his PET gave a little jingle. Fishing it out of his pocket, he found a reply to his earlier message:

[TrackBun: <3!]

With a great big smile, the squirrel sat down at the edge of the building. PET still in hand, he thumbed through a few options while pulling out yet another electronic device. Well... it didn't look particularly electronic to look at, just a pink rod around the length of Simon's hand. But, after tapping open his very favourite app on his PET, the MusicMKR unfolded to reveal its holographic projectors.

Adhering the device's flat side to his chest, Simon waved one hand in a practiced command gesture. The faint 'hum' of holography filled his sensitive ears for a moment before being completely hushed by the MusicMKR's noise-cancelling software as a bright blue, mildly translucent guitar appeared in Simon's hands. Out of his pocket Simon pulled a small makeup mirror, placing it on the roof beside him so he could see the side of his face out of the corner of his eye.

Looking down to place his fingers properly – unlike a real guitar this one had no physical frets or even strings to feel – Simon plucked a single C note, voicing a soft 'aah' to match it. This took him a couple of tries – and a couple of coughs – as he hadn't used his voice much that day. Once he was satisfied, he plucked and sang a D, then an E, F, G, A, B, and finally the C one octave above the first – and then back down two octaves more.

With a nod of satisfaction, he reached into his PET for his metronome app – when, suddenly, a cry rang out: “Simon, get down!”

As Simon flinched downwards instinctively at the command, he felt a 'woosh' of air as something large sailed over his head, inches from taking it clean off. A loud 'thud' behind him signaled the... whatever-it-was's landing, swiftly followed by three more similar 'thud's.

Scrabbling for his makeup mirror, Simon turned his body just in time to see a towering, burgundy-fleshed humanoid standing over him, its single cyclopean eye seeming to peer right through him at the street below. Extending one of its disturbingly humanoid, flipper-like hands out for Simon, the squirrel let out a shriek and turned tail to simply leap right off the roof.

With his eyes closed in anticipation for the impact, Simon couldn't see the red creature reaching for his tail – but he certainly felt it, yelping as the hand clasped tightly to the appendage and stopped him short, the momentum coming close to tearing Simon's tail clean off. “Noo! Let me go let me go LET ME GO!” Simon wailed as he kicked his legs, staring wide-eyed as the monster's other hand reached out for his face. “No no no n-mph!”

The burgundy monster clamped its hand around Simon's mouth, stifling his cries. A sickening, squelching sound filled Simon's ears as something... slick and thick and slimy was forced from the creature's palm and into his mouth. Simon tried to gag, but more and more of the foul-tasting stuff was forced into his mouth. His eyes clenched tight, his lungs and sinuses burned, as the 'paint' poured in...

And then, abruptly, Simon found himself being flung to the side, coughing and gagging and horking up wads of slick grey goo that, had he not been sailing through the air, Simon may have been intrigued to see were somehow coalescing into a single blob in mid-air.

Then the ground came rushing up to greet him.

* * *

The first thing Simon noticed when he came to was the foul taste in his mouth – a mixture of paint and week-old nachos. The second thing he noticed, after trying desperately to clear out his mouth by spitting, was that his face was located right next to shards of broken glass.

Sitting up quickly, Simon was dismayed to find his mirror had broken on impact. “Wow, I must have hit the ground pretty hard if it broke...” he murmured to himself.

Simon felt weird. Like he was floating, or something. The floor felt strange as he clambered up onto his feet. Nothing quite... sounded right, either. It was as if he was hearing everything through a layer of cotton, or he was... dreaming? Oh, man, please let this whole thing be a dream.

A scream suddenly jolted Simon out of his thoughts. Kelly?! Simon took a single step in the direction of the school, then stopped dead in his tracks as if something were holding him back.

“No, you idiot!” came a voice. “She's faster and stronger than you are! She'll be fine, but you have to run away!” Simon fought against the... whatever it was that was holding him in place. “Simon, please!” the voice of his imaginary friend cried. “These monsters are... you need to run away before the person who sent these monsters finds us!”

Simon had never heard Fortis this upset about anything. To be fair, he'd never seen a monster before today either, so maybe this was just how imaginary friends reacted to this sort of thing.

A moment of further indecision was interrupted by one of the red-skinned blubbery creatures lumbering out of the school gates, startling Simon into turning and bolting as fast as his child's legs could propel him.

* * *

He didn't give any thought to where he was going, just wanting to put as much distance between himself and the school as possible. When he stopped to catch his breath, he didn't really know where he was – he never went this way! Normally he got the trans to and from school every day, or followed his friends to their houses.

He wasn't even sure he was in the residential district. Did he end up in the industrial district by accident? All those tall buildings could be apartment buildings, he guessed...  There didn't seem to be any of those monsters around, but Simon gave the buildings and alleys a wide berth regardless. Just in case.

It had always struck Simon how empty Locksmouth really was. The city seemed designed for far more people than it housed. He wasn't even sure most of these buildings were used! There wasn't anyone around, at least. Although maybe everyone had run away like he did.

Simon wanted to ask Fortis what was going on, as his imaginary friend seemed to have a better idea about that than Simon did. Unfortunately, Simon didn't have a mirror with him. For some reason, Fortis only ever talked to him when there was a mirror nearby. It wasn't like in shows or comics, where your imaginary friend just acted like a regular person but only you could see them.

Distracted by his own thoughts as usual, Simon simply continued to walk on autopilot; even if he had no idea where he was going. Even on his best days he didn't like turning around and walking back the way he'd come, and that day was not one of his best days.

A sudden crash from his left snapped Simon out of his thoughts. Whirling around, Simon didn't see anything at first... until another loud thud made his head snap towards the gap between two of the large office buildings. One of the bulbs illuminating the space had gone out, plunging the alley into darkness. A few heartbeats later, a humanoid figure lurched from the shadows, startling Simon into backing away.

Simon suddenly found himself falling backwards as he tripped over a bench, hitting his head on the side of the armrest before smacking into the turf below. His vision blurred, the clouds above seeming to swim and swirl, only to be replaced by a shadow falling over him. Unsteadily, Simon tried to get to his feet, only to stumble and end up on his knees.

His vision cleared a bit, that shadow resolving itself into the blank face of... a rabbit? But her skin was entirely grey, and her eyes were just a dull lifeless white. Suddenly, she was joined by another grey-faced adult – a dog of some sort – and then another. A cat, a mouse, a horse, all reaching down to grab at him with clumsy grasping hands. Even in his groggy, possibly-concussed state, Simon managed to lurch to the side and stagger to his feet.

He found his wrist caught, and jerked his body away. A lurching swipe sailed clean over his head as one of his assailants tried to make a running tackle only to fall into a heap of sprawled limbs as she crashed into that same bench Simon had tripped over earlier. “Leave me alone,” he mumbled, even as another managed to grab hold of his tail. That thing was starting to become a real liability!

This would have been bad enough if they had been normal people crowding him. “Leave me alone!” he shouted, louder, as he was picked bodily off the ground. But these weren't normal people. They were more like zombies! Oh, God, was he in the middle of one of those zombie apocalypse movies? “Let me go!”

He gritted his teeth. Another had him by the leg now. A fourth was trying to force his mouth open wide, but he whipped his head back. He couldn't really do anything but continue to yell...

“I said leave me ALONE!”

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