In spirit of Halloween, I thought I’d start another fanfic. I plan for this one not to last that long, but my plans might change. Hope you enjoy, and please tell me what you think.
EDIT: Author’s Note: Hey, this is a note I’m making just now. It’s been a year since I’ve written this, and I just want to say that this story also has some sparks from other films. I want to list my inspiration. clears throat INSPIRATION: Mostly Ghostly: Who Let the Ghosts Out, The Little Vampire, and I think some of my Coraline excitement sank in this fic somewhere…
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Once, it was a boring rainy Saturday. Violet was surfing on the internet, Bob studying, Helen watching a drama movie, Jack-Jack napping, and Dash was just sitting there, staring at the endless drops of rain falling outside the window. Making annoying pitter-patter sounds on and on, and dotting the ground with wet spots.
He couldn’t concentrate on reading his comic books because the rain’s ongoing tap-tap-tap muddled his brain. He couldn’t sleep because he wanted to do something else. He couldn’t play board games or card games because no one would play with him.
“I’m bored!” he whined.
“Then find something do to!” Violet snapped, not looking away from the screen of the computer. “I’m in the middle of something important!”
Dash trudged to his room and looked around for somethig to do. He found a library book on the floor, which he didn’t even plan to read. He lost interest in it a long time ago, and he was waiting for the day to return it. But now there was nothing left to, so…
The title read: The Cell Cycle.
Boring. The word rang in his mind automatically. But he opened the book and started to read. The words didn’t even sink into his mind- they were like shallow shapes, blurs, marks. He saw them just fine, but they had no meaning to him.
Then, Dash turned the page to find an interesting picture. It looked realistic. It was a figure- a child. And it must have been holographic or something, because it was moving. The child’s eyes strangely followed Dash, mouth moving ever so slightly. Dash blinked and rubbed his eyes, and then just saw an ordnary smiling child in the picture, completely still. I must be too tired.
Then, the picture moved- it moved! In place of the child was a whole bunch of moving pictures- Dash forgot he was reading a book! It was like a movie packed secretly in the book.
The pictures drew him in, and Dash could not put the book down. Before he knew it, it was time for dinner.
“Coming,” he called out to his family. He struggled to pull away from the moving pictures. Bu he couldn’t.
“Dash, didn’t you hear Mom? It’s time for dinner!” said Violet.
“I know,” replied Dash.
“Then what are you doing still in here?”
“I’m-” then he realized it. “I’m reading a book. I’M READING A BOOK!” Dash couldn’t believe it. But it wasn’t a book. It couldn’t have been. I know I saw the moving pictures. I saw it myself.
He looked again, back at the book, only to find the picture of the child again. He searched for captions, words, any print at all,but all the pages became blank.
His heart skipped a beat as Violet burst into his room and said, “Dash, you spent all that time reading a book? Yeah right. Come on, time for dinner.”
“But look, Violet! It’s not a just a book! See?” He showed her the page.
“Oh…you’re right…it’s not a book. It’s just a hardcover whatchamacallit with printed words in to give you information, with the words inside of it matching what the title on the cover says. So what’s your new definition of the ‘book’?” she smirked.
“What? No, I mean, don’t you see the picture! It’s creepy, isn’t it?” he said eagerly, pointing at the page where he had seen the picture of the child before.
“Uh huh. A close-up of a cell. Niiiiiiiiice. Pretty creepy that those ugly things are alive and everywhere. Come on, Dash, you want dinner or not?”
“What!” Dash cried. He looked at the page and saw that Violet was right. Where he was pointing didn’t have the picture of the child at all, but a close-up of a single-celled organism.
“But it- it was there!” Dash stuttered. “And I wasn’t reading the book, I was watching a video! And it was awesome!”
“What was it about?” Violet questioned.
“It was…I don’t remember. I remember it was cool,” Dash mumbled.
He examined the book, and found that the cover was back, and all the print on the pages. He couldnt have imagined it…could he?
When he came back from dinner to look at the book, it happened again. He saw the picture of the child, same face, different position. All the other pages were blank. But whenever he showed anyone else, what he saw faded away.
That night, he had trouble sleeping. When he finally got to an uneasy sleep, he dreamt that the child from the picture was floating in midair, speeding in all directions. He danced carefreely above the ground, and landed in front of Dash.
The child grinned, “Hi, I guess you’re wondering-”
But Dash woke up before the child finished his sentence.
That morning, Dash ran outside to play. There were some kids at the park that he greeted cheerfully, inviting them to play with him. The two kids he approached were a tall redhead wearing a t-shirt that said “Save the trees! Give less homework!” and shorts and tennis shoes, and a brown-haired, slightly shorter guy with a striped shirt and shorts and sandals. They were sitting on the jungle gym, swinging their legs and now looking at Dash.
“Whatcha got there?” they asked.
“A ball, can’t you see?” said Dash. “Anyway, wanna play?”
The first, taller boy jumped down. “I know what a ball is, stupid. But sure, I’ll play.”
Dash was offended by the boy’s first remark, but he went on to play happily with them anyway. However, when he threw the ball towards them, the two hit the ball over the gate. “Oops.”
Dash kept on going to fetch the ball from over the fence, refraining from using his superpower in front of them. The last time, when he came back, they were nowhere to be seen until they lunged at him from out of nowhere and tackled him.
Dash fought them off and tried to stand up to them, but he ended up walking home with a bleeding nose and a bruised arm, along with his ball, out of air.
“Dash, what-! I don’t want to know,” said Violet.
“These weirdoes were so bored they hit me,” groaned Dash.
“I’ll teach them a lesson. No one messes with my son,” snarled Bob.
“Violence and revenge is not the answer,” said Helen. “Dash, you should have just gotten away.”
“But then I’d be a coward.”
“It’s better than what you are in now,” said Violet.
“We should have a talk with those guys’ parents,” said Helen.
Dash complained of pain all the way home.
The no-longer-energetic boy moaned as he went to his room again and opened the book.
Inside, instead of print explaining the cell dividing, the words spelled out:
A-r-e-y-o-u-a-l-l-r-i-g-h-t-D-a-s-h?
