Cracking Crystal part 2:
I was passing by on a, rickety and old jet down near the damp, dull, and dreary forests of north England. I turned to look to my crew who, at the time were two robots, somewhat similar looking to me at the time, as well, they had the standard, dull and bright blue circles, or, eyes, with a small, yet smooth gray head, with a mouth line and speakers inside where they, well and me, where we would be able to talk from. And then of course they’ve got the little, chibi-like body, with a little round hatch on the, the right, or their left, which opened up to their wires and stuff, and then their hands, arms, legs, and feet which were small-ish, and.. OH they also had a scanner on the left hand, and I used to as well before the switchy-switch. Those 2 were nice but, they’re long gone.
And then there’s this thin guy, bit fragile. He had..long, but sort-of short, spiky hair. He normally wore a sailors hat, stolen of course. Then there’s me, well , I was, I was down there ‘cause I was picking up these..things, some sorts of crystals, like, different colours, which, I would take back up to, home planet, and use them, you know, give them to others, ‘cause we were in a war in that time and of course we needed everything we could get at the time, so, imagine an elongated, freak with spiky hair and a sailors hat driving, two, madlads as I called ‘em, and me. Just me. A weak, injured, and sort of ticked off, well I say that loosely, but, I had a grudge against someone at the time, so um..
..I was in the back, admiring these colourful and cool crystals, they were brilliant I tell you, but..Yeah I had to look after ‘em, make sure no one got ‘em or something. So, when my go ended, like looking after the crystals, it was one of those two hooligans who were next, can’t really remember which, just one of them were up next after me. So he went up, into the area where they were and sort of just, moosed about there, he was still being an absolute crackhead over in his little corner, but, well not necessarily quieter as he was trying to be louder ‘cause of the distance..
..So then when we were, what two or three hours into this huge area, we ‘ad, we had made it up to where the ya know, go up out of the atmosphere area was, and then, mr freak face with a sailor hat, he pulled the little thing, you know the switch and then we whizzed up into the air. We all held onto our, well, the seats, if we had one that is. Mr resident Biscuit-Brain was too busy admiring the.. the gems or crystals, whatever you call them, so when we were going up, like abruptly, he tripped in the pile and one of them fell out, it was that strong. None of the windows were open ,but apparently the yellow and weird crystal flung out of the window.
So as we were heading up Mr hooligan no.1 shouted as hard he could, “OI! One of these crystal things 'have gone!” and of course we were mad at ‘im but we held our anger back, except for steam-face no.2 who was so ticked you’d feel the smoke fuming from his speakers. I asked mr sailor hat to turn around and, the thing he said in response still humours me to this day, he turned to me, with his 2 black eyes and he just said, ‘We got what we need and is just one cwystal**[Crystal for all you brain-dead people]**why does it matter so much to you man?’ If he said something like that to me today I’d snap his fragile legs ‘n stab with my crescent staff but that’s just me. So I said for him to stop or I’ll call his manager and him being the goody-two-shoes he was in a panic and then he smoothly swerved and got us back to an area where I would jump out.
So I jumped off the jet onto this marble-like platform above a lake or something, and it was quite a sight to see. I eventually saw the crystal. I walked over to it, still admiring the surroundings. But when I touched the crystal I saw a...a vision I think, where this hulking monster with spiky arms and weird teeth was rampaging on what looked like this area..and then..he hit this one guy so hard he fell into the water, but the vision stopped there and just kept on showing this dead body in the water. And then, like the crystal was speaking to me, it showed itself almost like where the dead guy’s heart would be. Then the world went back to normal and not that, stupid distorted crap from before. I decided to leave the crystal there.
As I shouted to be let back on, the rope was dropped down and joinked myself back on the ship. The very clearly annoyed freak driving asked where the crystal was, I just told him it wasn’t there. He called it a waste of time, which, depending on how you look at it, it was.
We then head back to the….war zone back home.
This story was really fun to write. Like the first one, this character, ‘Malcom’ was more in my mind prior to him being written here. He, as described in the piece, is a small robot who is accompanied by his other robot friends. He is also with spiky hair and a sailors hat (based on ‘2-D’ from the Gorillaz). Writing Malcom in this story was fun as he was a lot different than how I imagined him, more laid-back. In the story he mentions a ‘switchy-switch’ and ‘my crescent staff’, which is in reference to his later form, in ‘Emperor Malcom’ which is a more advanced form of robot, with the version he is here being a more simple version.
This then leads into the final part of the ‘trilogy’, far, far, away...
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