Lily
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;; posted this on SPP...eh *runs far away*
Perfection
?You always wanted a perfect life, didn?t you??
Yes?she did, in fact.
Molly was an unusual girl. I would often gaze at her curiously while she picked me up, and furtively whisper her plans.
?One day,? she vowed. ?One day.?
I failed to understand what she was trying to say. This ?one day? she spoke of must have had a certain significant meaning towards it. I shrugged it off, enjoying the attention I received. So as long as my mistress loved me, I thought, I shouldn?t have cared.
It was then the disappearances occurred. On some occasions, she would be away for a large quantity of time, and abruptly come back with a shaky smile.
?It?s working,? she would stroke my fur, daintily smiling. ?Don?t you worry. It?s going to work, and everything will be just perfect?? Her eyes cast out a wistful desirable look, entranced in a way. I would leave her alone on those kinds of days.
No one could deny Molly was the queerest child they had ever met. She would greet adults with the familiar lonely aura, her pale gray blue eyes distinctive and far away, lost in her own fanatical imagination where anything was possible. I followed her obediently, as if it was my duty, but lately we had been drifting apart.
What?s working, I wanted to ask. She would not say, but stare at me with a shiver of glee.
?I can?t believe it,? her voice would chatter ruefully. ?It?s going to work, Teddiursa! After all this waiting?? She shook her head, disappearing within her own room.
I was lonely. My paw tasted sweet, like honey, so I stuck it in my mouth and sat outside her room, waiting until the day she would play with me once more.
?She doesn?t care about you anymore, you know,? a voice interrupted maliciously.
I swerved around to face a strange creature, slick ebony skin gleaming against the light, with the single oval of shimmering obsidian serving as its eye. Two parts curved opposite of each other, vaguely forming what looked like a disfigured letter.
?She does,? I retorted, narrowing my eyes. ?Molly loves me.?
The thing laughed. It was an eerie, high pitched laugh sending shivers down my back.
?She isn?t planning on coming back,? it continued drawling. The thing was amused, I could tell, as I stiffly turned away. Who was I to listen to a stranger? Molly loved me. She had always loved me, and wouldn?t stop now.
?Besides, you were made out of her own imagination. You don?t exist.?
I angrily and defiantly faced the irksome being, shaking my head stubbornly. Here I was, standing and breathing and it was implying that I was the nonexistent?
?You?re lying.?
The creature stared at me with the peculiar eye again, but I knew it was smiling, as it hovered away delicately.
?Don?t say I didn?t warn you.?
Warn?
I glared fiercely at the departing figure, before the squeaking hinges of the door alerted me. Molly would be coming out!
She stepped out with a vacant look, crescents of pastel violet circling her eyes. Poor Molly. She hadn?t slept all night.
?It?s going to work,? she managed a weak giggle, smiling down faintly at me. I could only stare at her, worried and curious.
?Ursa??
The girl tilted her head lightly, letting out a laugh that sounded all too familiar.
The creature!
She wasn?t Molly. I seethed with anger and frustration, clenching my paws together. I wanted Molly. I wanted her back.
Too late I realized, watching my owner stumble to the door adjacent. The creatures greeted us as she opened the door. Hundreds of them, thousands of them, circling Molly, chanting a monotonous tune, flew around. The ceiling was but an amorphous cloud of brilliant blue and magenta, with luminous dots scattered over, resembling stars. But this was not outside. This was Molly?s mansion.
I was immobilized. The creatures swarmed over the feeble girl, whispering fake lies of reassurance, guiding her.
Those frightfully haunted eyed stared at me with exuberance, laughing mischievously, with their impish little voices.
?See? It?s working!?
The lights. They astounded me. My own eyes met the brilliant flash of throbbing pain; something was happening to my owner. Molly? She would be okay, right? Before passing out, I met the creature face to face in an unknown land, seeing it utter one word before everything transcended into darkness.
Yes
~*~
The mansion was quiet.
There was a dreary tone hanging in the air, with one pitiful creature lurking around.
It had no relevance towards the empty scenario, but blinked its tearful orbs, staring around. It faced a vast room, with a dome shaped ceiling and fading walls. Something had been here. It could feel it, smell it, and almost pick up the psychic aura that was still lingering about. The furred creature let out an inaudible sigh, before its sensitive hearing picked up a laugh.
A familiar laugh.
To its utter delight, the voice was familiar. Molly! Who else would it be but its owner? Ecstatic, the cub rushed towards the center of the hollow room, where bits of lights pervaded his eyesight, before quickly fading away.
?Ursa??
Another laugh.
?See, I told you,? the voice said as if it was a matter of fact. To the Teddiursa?s horrific dismay, the same black creature hovered about, an odd distorted look on it. Those despicable beings that had stole his mistress away. The Unowns.
Where? Where was Molly?
?Molly?s in a perfect world,? they would sing, numerous shapes and assortments of sizes of them creating a transparent vision of a girl clutching tightly onto a bear. She had the same youthful face with happy innocence.
Teddiursa?
?See,? she would remark, smiling. ?I told you everything would be alright. It worked; we?re back home with Entei.? Her smile was prideful and filled with jubilance. Her voice was too familiar, too different. It couldn?t be her.
Entei?
The Unowns laughed, chattering in their rueful high pitched voices, before disappearing along with Molly.
The abandoned creature merely sat there, sticking its sweet paw in its mouth, alone. It mourned for the loss of its owner, for the loss of everything, as it stared into the empty distance. The room was desolate. Just vaguely it could make out the faint laughter of a familiar young girl, or was it the Unowns?
The Teddiursa tried laughing.
?Perfection??
Perfection
?You always wanted a perfect life, didn?t you??
Yes?she did, in fact.
Molly was an unusual girl. I would often gaze at her curiously while she picked me up, and furtively whisper her plans.
?One day,? she vowed. ?One day.?
I failed to understand what she was trying to say. This ?one day? she spoke of must have had a certain significant meaning towards it. I shrugged it off, enjoying the attention I received. So as long as my mistress loved me, I thought, I shouldn?t have cared.
It was then the disappearances occurred. On some occasions, she would be away for a large quantity of time, and abruptly come back with a shaky smile.
?It?s working,? she would stroke my fur, daintily smiling. ?Don?t you worry. It?s going to work, and everything will be just perfect?? Her eyes cast out a wistful desirable look, entranced in a way. I would leave her alone on those kinds of days.
No one could deny Molly was the queerest child they had ever met. She would greet adults with the familiar lonely aura, her pale gray blue eyes distinctive and far away, lost in her own fanatical imagination where anything was possible. I followed her obediently, as if it was my duty, but lately we had been drifting apart.
What?s working, I wanted to ask. She would not say, but stare at me with a shiver of glee.
?I can?t believe it,? her voice would chatter ruefully. ?It?s going to work, Teddiursa! After all this waiting?? She shook her head, disappearing within her own room.
I was lonely. My paw tasted sweet, like honey, so I stuck it in my mouth and sat outside her room, waiting until the day she would play with me once more.
?She doesn?t care about you anymore, you know,? a voice interrupted maliciously.
I swerved around to face a strange creature, slick ebony skin gleaming against the light, with the single oval of shimmering obsidian serving as its eye. Two parts curved opposite of each other, vaguely forming what looked like a disfigured letter.
?She does,? I retorted, narrowing my eyes. ?Molly loves me.?
The thing laughed. It was an eerie, high pitched laugh sending shivers down my back.
?She isn?t planning on coming back,? it continued drawling. The thing was amused, I could tell, as I stiffly turned away. Who was I to listen to a stranger? Molly loved me. She had always loved me, and wouldn?t stop now.
?Besides, you were made out of her own imagination. You don?t exist.?
I angrily and defiantly faced the irksome being, shaking my head stubbornly. Here I was, standing and breathing and it was implying that I was the nonexistent?
?You?re lying.?
The creature stared at me with the peculiar eye again, but I knew it was smiling, as it hovered away delicately.
?Don?t say I didn?t warn you.?
Warn?
I glared fiercely at the departing figure, before the squeaking hinges of the door alerted me. Molly would be coming out!
She stepped out with a vacant look, crescents of pastel violet circling her eyes. Poor Molly. She hadn?t slept all night.
?It?s going to work,? she managed a weak giggle, smiling down faintly at me. I could only stare at her, worried and curious.
?Ursa??
The girl tilted her head lightly, letting out a laugh that sounded all too familiar.
The creature!
She wasn?t Molly. I seethed with anger and frustration, clenching my paws together. I wanted Molly. I wanted her back.
Too late I realized, watching my owner stumble to the door adjacent. The creatures greeted us as she opened the door. Hundreds of them, thousands of them, circling Molly, chanting a monotonous tune, flew around. The ceiling was but an amorphous cloud of brilliant blue and magenta, with luminous dots scattered over, resembling stars. But this was not outside. This was Molly?s mansion.
I was immobilized. The creatures swarmed over the feeble girl, whispering fake lies of reassurance, guiding her.
Those frightfully haunted eyed stared at me with exuberance, laughing mischievously, with their impish little voices.
?See? It?s working!?
The lights. They astounded me. My own eyes met the brilliant flash of throbbing pain; something was happening to my owner. Molly? She would be okay, right? Before passing out, I met the creature face to face in an unknown land, seeing it utter one word before everything transcended into darkness.
Yes
~*~
The mansion was quiet.
There was a dreary tone hanging in the air, with one pitiful creature lurking around.
It had no relevance towards the empty scenario, but blinked its tearful orbs, staring around. It faced a vast room, with a dome shaped ceiling and fading walls. Something had been here. It could feel it, smell it, and almost pick up the psychic aura that was still lingering about. The furred creature let out an inaudible sigh, before its sensitive hearing picked up a laugh.
A familiar laugh.
To its utter delight, the voice was familiar. Molly! Who else would it be but its owner? Ecstatic, the cub rushed towards the center of the hollow room, where bits of lights pervaded his eyesight, before quickly fading away.
?Ursa??
Another laugh.
?See, I told you,? the voice said as if it was a matter of fact. To the Teddiursa?s horrific dismay, the same black creature hovered about, an odd distorted look on it. Those despicable beings that had stole his mistress away. The Unowns.
Where? Where was Molly?
?Molly?s in a perfect world,? they would sing, numerous shapes and assortments of sizes of them creating a transparent vision of a girl clutching tightly onto a bear. She had the same youthful face with happy innocence.
Teddiursa?
?See,? she would remark, smiling. ?I told you everything would be alright. It worked; we?re back home with Entei.? Her smile was prideful and filled with jubilance. Her voice was too familiar, too different. It couldn?t be her.
Entei?
The Unowns laughed, chattering in their rueful high pitched voices, before disappearing along with Molly.
The abandoned creature merely sat there, sticking its sweet paw in its mouth, alone. It mourned for the loss of its owner, for the loss of everything, as it stared into the empty distance. The room was desolate. Just vaguely it could make out the faint laughter of a familiar young girl, or was it the Unowns?
The Teddiursa tried laughing.
?Perfection??