[SilentMelody]

username + number: SilentMelody + 707008
name:
prompt:

Mark!!

[rab1es]

maybe mark

[SputnikSplash]

username + number: SputnikSplash/742470
name: tbd
prompt: big wip with my other two kals (if more than one BFF is allowed!)

[honee bee]

username + number honee bee (348767)
name davos
prompt

It started with a ghost.

It wasn't a scary experience by any means. In fact, Davos woke up in the middle of the night and went to get a glass of water. It was there in the kitchen where Davos saw the ghost. It looked just like any other person that he would pass on the street, just...incorporeal... It stood over his kitchen sink, with a glass of chocolate milk in its hand. Davos just stood there for a bit and watched what was happening. He wasn't frightened by any means, just curious at the scene unfolding before him. The ghost held up the glass to its mouth and drank the chocolate milk. Well, it tried to at least, the chocolate milk ended up trickling through its incorporeal body and all over the kitchen sink and floor.

"Dude, are you...okay?" Davos called out to the ghost. The ghost let out a surprised squeak and turned around. Davos got a good look at the ghost. It was pale and had no clear markings on its body, Davos was unable to determine its gender but by the style of its clothes, he could tell that it was close to his age. Did it seem to be...crying? Davos wondered if ghosts could cry, and then he realized that it was entirely far-fetched that he was even seeing a ghost in the first place. The ghost looked embarrassed and set the empty glass down on the chocolate-milk-covered counter.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to barge in..." The ghost then proceeded to explain its story. When it was alive, the kalon lived a very uptight and strict life. Their parents sheltered them and prevented them from experiencing many things and eventually, they continued living their life to these rules when they reached college.

"And you're drinking chocolate milk because...you were lactose intolerant...?" Davos asked, confused at how bizarre this ghost was. The ghost nodded and continued their story. They lived their life upholding such unnecessary rules and standards that they missed out on so much. They ended up dying prematurely and in the split seconds before passing they were hit with the sad reality of the unfulfilling life they lived. The ghost was now doomed to roam the world trying to "live their life" the way they should have, unfortunately, there were some tasks that they couldn't do without a body. While the ghost told their tale, Davos walked to the fridge and poured his own glass of chocolate milk. He held it up in the ghost's direction and chugged the drink before cracking a smile, "Hey, that's what I'm here for. I promise to live your life to the fullest, and you can live vicariously through me."

And that's how Davos made his first friend in a long time.

word count: 465 / 500 words

[nio]

mark!

[riuus]

☆★☆★☆

username + number: riuus #698938
name: Theo (he/him)
prompt: 500/500 words


Three-hour lines sounded like the world's most grueling nightmare to Theo, but not when it was for the most anticipated roller coaster attraction on this year's Astronomer's Need-Too-See List. He pulled out his phone, refreshing the blog page that had convinced him to commit to such a draining experience when his friend Chelsea grabbed his arm.
"Look, we can almost see the start of the line!!!" She yelled excitedly.
"You're right!!! Ohmygosh I could not take any more of this," Chelsea's girlfriend complained.
Alright yes, he had been dragged into third-wheeling his childhood friend's date, but could you blame him when this was the destination? The last few meters crept by agonizingly slowly until they finally reached the front.

"Finally!!" Chelsea squealed, pulling her friends along towards the spaceship-shaped passenger car. The line attendant quickly stepped forward.
"Sorry, only two passengers per ride."
Theo watched as his friends sheepishly stepped into the ride, shooting back a look of Sorry! I'll totally buy you soft pretzels to make up for this.

Amused, he stepped back into line beside a smaller, beige kalon pushing back her comically large glasses.
"Um, hi! I'm Harper. Have you ridden this before?"
"Nope, it's my first time."
"Oh, me too! I've been super excited ever since the Astronomer's Need-To-See-"
"NEXT!" the line worker interrupted, guiding the duo into the ship.
"So... you'd also seen this in the Astronomer's- wOAH?!" The ride suddenly lurched forward, saving Theo from his awkward attempt to resume conversation.

The faux rocket ship whipped through unseen twists and turns lit by pinhole-light stars. The two kalons whooped and laughed as glowing aliens appeared, shooting lasers before slipping out of view. One more turn and the ride slowed to a halt facing a humongous alien wielding a laser gun in each spindly appendage. The duo waited in growing anticipation for the ride to resume when suddenly, every light in the ride flickered out.

"Uh, is this supposed to happen?" Theo asked after a moment of silence.
"Ohnonono this is why I don't like roller coasters! And this is a new ride no one's tested what if we get STUCK here-"
"Look, HEY, we're gonna be alright, we'll figure this out," Theo attempted to comfort his panicking partner. "Look, see? There's the maintenance stairs over there. Just take my paw ok? I'll lead you out."
In the dim light, Harper nodded meekly. Together, they managed to shuffle down the stairs and make it safely out of the ride.

"THEO!! OH THANK GOODNESS YOU'RE SAFE!!" Chelsea caught him in an enveloping hug. "The power went out soon after you two went through! Luckily you guys were the only ones caught in there but still..."
"Yeah! Yeah, we're fine." Theo shot a comforting smile over to Harper, who looked significantly better being off the ride.
"Say, they totally gave you guys unlimited vouchers for park food, how about we snag some soft pretzels?"
"Absolutely." Harper answered, eyes glittering as she followed after her soon-to-be best friend.

[Ucanthandleme]

username + number: Ucanthandleme + 809102
name: Pixel
prompt:

Pix grasped the letter in his hands tighter, the edges of the letter were brown and worn, obviously the owner had read it often. Pix truly had read this letter often, he’d read it enough he could say each paragraph, each word, each full stop from memory. As he stood longer and longer, he gripped tighter and tighter onto the letter. Seemingly releasing he’d gripped the letter too tight, Pix released his grip, gently smoothing out the edges. Giving a low mumble he twisted his feet back and forth, eyes lowered to the ground as they darted over passerbys feet. Pixel’s whole demeanor screamed nervous, his looks on the other hand, gave the impression he was ready to pick a fight if you looked at him the wrong way, which formed quite a mix-matched combination indeed. ‘Ding dong, train 263 entering the station, please wait for passengers to leave before boarding.’ Hearing these words Pix looked up in excitement, his hands once again crumpling the letter from gripping to tightly. Stumbling forward he headed towards the train platform, the letter carefully put in his shirt pocket.

Pix labored through the stream of passengers departing from the train, taking a deep breath Pix straightened his clothing and looked up. Through the sea of people he spotted a rather petite kalon, quite in contrast to himself, but despite his harmless appearance his lip held a snarl and the bravado in his walk only sent to display how confident he was. Blinking twice, Pix did a double take as the kalon lifted up a paper sign above his head with ‘Pix’ written on it, with rather ugly handwriting. Pix knew that handwriting. This was the writing he read over and over again, the writing of his pen pal. Shuffling forward slowly he made his way before the kal, his looming structure very prominent in front of their small frame. Seeing their sign being shaded by the tall structure the kal gave a huff looking like he was ready to start a tussle right there. Pix seeing the action of the others clenched fist Pix quickly fumbled around his shirt pocket, pulling out the letter before the others eyes.

Seeing the worn letter the kal gave a surprised yip, looking up to see Pix’s figure better. “Pix! Your Pix? My pen pal Pix?” he said in surprise after looking over his figure. Giving a pecking nod Pix held out his Id card he’d fished from his pocket, if seeming to convince the other of their identity. Giving a laugh at his nervous appearance the other looped an arm over his shoulder pulling him down, “You really don’t match your writing.” Pix hearing this blushed bright red. Another laugh escaped the kal, and with a roguish smile he led him along by the hand back through the crowd. Giving a satisfied smile at the crowd making way due to Pix’s appearance he gave another wee laugh, “We will definitely be the best of friends.”

499/500


Credit for image

[jutdwae]

username + number: glitchedpoison - 989315
name: cinder
prompt: I'm using my oc finn~

Cinder had never had a friend, and quite liked it that way. Reptilians were much more interesting, and frankly MUCH better listeners than other Kalons. It did get lonely at times, but she never dwelled on that.

[turnip_soup]

username + number: sad.frog #966226
name: Jasper
prompt: wip

[Checkinder]

username + number:
Checkinder - 151304
name:
Talia
prompt:
"Is this seat taken?"

Talia looked up from her drawing and looked over the greyscale Kalon standing before her. He looked pretty nervous, almost as though he'd been working up the nerve to talk to her. 'Not another crush.' She rolled her eyes, moving her bag to her lap. "Suit yourself." She said aloud. Might as well give him a chance.

"Thanks!" He sat down beside her, his odd eyes fixed on her sketch book. "I saw you were drawing and I've wanted to talk to another artist for a while! I'm Atlas, and you?"

---

It was year ago that the young Atlas worked up the guts to talk to her and Talia couldn't be happier that he had. They'd learnt from each other; he was an oil color painter and she sketched in graphite and throughout the time they were friends, the other had grown so much with their skills.

Now, here they sat in his living room watching animated movies. He was pointing at the animation and talking about frames and all that he'd learnt at animation school and Talia was working on her charcoal drawing. His mother had left the teens some snacks on the coffee table and there was half drank hot chocolate. With marshmallows, of course.

"Do you ever what would've happened if you hadn't talked to me?" Talia mused, setting her art aside and resting her chin in her paws. "Like... where we'd be, what we would've done?"

Atlas looked up at her from where he sat on the ground, his eyes just as kind as the day they first spoke. "Never."

---

Talia had known Atlas for many years. They attended the same school but lived life unaware of the other. After he spoke to her though? His mother, Annabelle, adopted her into their family after Talia lost her own parents and her and Atlas were like siblings. She now laughed at the idea that she had worried about an admirer bothering her and felt a bit of guilt at the idea that she almost scared him off.

She'd supported Atlas through many ex-boyfriends and knew he'd do the same if she hadn't discovered she was aromantic.

His grandfather, Edgar, treated her no different than he did his own grandson.

Talia felt happy and comfortable in the family that chose her. She could never trade Atlas for the world and she knew that he and his family members felt the same.