by Orange_Jelloe » Thu Sep 07, 2023 3:33 pm
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Can the Winner Keep the Art you Make?: Yuppers!
Other: Made a lil long back story!
Not so long ago, there was a series of disappearances in the hinterlands of New Holland. Few people were affected, aside from the country folk that resided in the few-and-far between countryside. But almost everyone grew anxious whenever the sound of lightning was heard.
It had all started right before one of the largest electrical storms of the year, it wasn't quite summer, but it was too late to be considered spring, but the air was still as cold as winter's frost. Which is why almost everyone was cuddled deep inside their cottages, in front of a warm fire. Everyone except for a small black and white chihuahua, named Helgavitz.
She had managed to squeeze through a sizeable mouse-hole in the corner of her house's door without her owners realizing she had slipped out, which is why they didn't bother to double check that Helga was safe and warm in her own little dog bed. Aside from being a little cold and having a bit of a runny nose, Helgavitz was doing just as well as usual. The raindrops patted against her fur as her tiny paws padded along the cobblestone path, leading to her owners wheatfield. It was a large plot of land, covered with tall golden fuzzy stems of grain, and a large windmill. The wind blew viciously through her small body and the rain picked up, causing puddles to fill up in the untreated potholes littering the road.
Click...click.. click..
Helga's nails clacked along the stone. It appeared she was on a mission to reach the mill. Why she didn't turn back to the safety and warmth of home, I guess we'll never know. A passing car honked, splashing into a pothole, startling the small dog as she was swept away by a large flood of water that was rocketed onto her by the fast-moving wheels. She turned to glare at it before giving a sharp sneeze, finishing off her insult by an aggressive shake-off, flapping her tiny, pointed ears back onto her head. Helgavitz continued onward, as if on an important meeting she was running late to.
Click... click...
She let out a whine when her paws squelched into the soft mud of the field, sinking slightly. She'd have to make a run for it or risk getting stuck and freezing out in the rain for the rest of the night. A strike of lightning flashed, and the boom of thunder echoed out like an earthquake, shaking the ground. A yelp followed after it and Helga was off, a streak of white, almost as bright as the lighting had been seconds ago. Her tiny body propelled her through the pouring rain, kicking up patches of mud as she went.
Click.. click...
Helgavitz trotted up the steps of the windmill, she paused and looked up, blinking hard against the rain. The turbines spun fast, faster, and faster still as the wind shook through the wheatfield. A flash of lightning shot out from behind it, illuminating the land in a snapshot of black, white, and grey. Except this time the lighting didn't disappear back into the clouds, nor did it return back into the Earth below. Rather it flashed brighter, with an eerie green hue. Green... As a dog, Helga can't see this color, but the fact that the flash lingered bothers her... deeply. Lucky for her, the chain lock on the windmill door was pried open enough for her to squeeze in. The lightning grew closer, and brighter towards the windmill. She didn't hesitate, frantically scrambling into the small crevice in the doorway. Another bang of thunder shoots out. Helgavitz can feel it in her paws; it's getting closer.
Outside of the windmill, a foreign object hovers closer to the turbines. A few glittering bulbs protrude out of the spacecraft. Each is filled with electricity. It looks like each contains a tiny thunderstorm brewing inside. One glows pink, another blue, a third orange, and another as purple. It has a faint but distinct whirring sound to it, almost covered completely by the groaning of the turbines as the turned the air against the raging sky. The mysterious object seems interested in the spinning and edges closer. Perhaps a little too close... The incoming turbine strikes the floating object with a coinciding bang of thunder. Then another...
Bang!
and another...
Bang!
This time, it smacks the object down into the ground. As it crashes, the bulbs break open. Like the heavy fizzling of pop rocks, the lightning crackles, attempting to reach out and make contact with the surrounding area. Rain pats down onto the metal ship, marring the bright green glow. The top of the shuttle opens up and smoke pours out onto the ground. A strike of lightning shoots out again and in the field stands a mysterious creature. A large paw steps out onto the ground but is quickly drawn back in, clearly taken aback by the soft ooze covering the ground. Then it notices the liquid falling from the sky. It blinks before sticking out a tongue, curled back onto itself in a swirled lollipop pattern before it spins out vertically towards the sky. Seeming to enjoy the taste of the sky water it steps onto the ground, more carefully this time. Its tail can be seen now, glowing much like the bulbs on its ship.
Helgavitz must have heard the thud because her scruffy face has pushed its way back into the doorway. The creature seems to take notice and attempt to make contact. It crawls down on all fours. Heavy black wings flapping back and forth. Although Helga doesn't recognize this she seems to understand in some kind of strange way, but she's incredibly wary. The creature stops, turning around to look for something in its ship. A few moments later it returns, this time with an odd little piece of cake. It holds it out hopefully to the little dog, who steps just close enough to nibble on one of the corners. The creature picks her up gently, leaving the tiny cake hanging in Helga's tiny mouth. Eyes wide and stomach happy, Helga returns to the green ship with the creature.
And just like that, with a flash of lightning and a whir, the ship is gone. Taking Helga with it.
Not long after that, a whole bunch of dogs started turning up missing in New Holland. Missing posters taped and stapled onto lampposts read as 'MISSING: FLUFFY', or 'HAVE YOU SEEN ME? COMES TO THE NAME OF BUSTER'.
Eventually they all turn up, but not without a recognizable green glow and some even with the ability to levitate. And ALL that return are overjoyed when the sky turns gray, and the wind blows hard, and the faint sound of lightning can be heard.
-The New Holland Dog-snatcher
Something will go here...eventually
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