Silence
The accumulated sound of silence echoed across the space. All sounds it could pick up were muffled, with the exception of a small creature's ragged and laboured breathing.
Breath in
breathe out
Breath in
breathe out
Breath in
breathe out
It repeated the motto in its head as a means of survival. They weren't used to being self-aware, and for all they knew, a quick snap of someone's fingers could return them to not having a single thought.
Oh no
They didn’t want that to happen; they enjoyed being able to think. The mere thought of it shook them to their core. If they stayed down for too long, they might be sent back to that state of mind. Trembling, they cautiously leaned up.
taking in their surroundings for a few moments. It looked to be a cosy art room, and oddly, they felt at home and secure in this place, likely because they were created there, but that wasn't it.
They fully stood up, feeling the soft cloth around their bodies—how had they not noticed it before? It tugged at it for a bit before it gave up, they weren't complaining about it being stuck to them, they enjoyed the warmth it provided but it still puzzled them
Taking their first steps, they explored the canvas for a bit, feeling its texture and observing the dried bits of paint and eraser marks left on it. They don’t know why, but they could tell what things were just by looking at them; they didn’t even know half the words that they had thought of.
So they just thought of it as a neat gift they were created with—the power to identify objects used in arts and crafts. Sure, it seems like a lame power, but they were content with it.
Say…
How come they didn’t have a name? Or why didn’t they know their name if they already had one? So many things in the room had names, like canvas, pencils, paint, ink, cloth, or breathing if you wanted to count actions too.
They wanted a name too; they didn’t want to be the odd one out who doesn't have one. So what better to do than try to figure out your own name? They had observed that things are normally named after what they are, so they would have to find a reflective surface to try and figure out their name.
Thankfully, there was a small splat of water near the far left edge of the canvas that they could look into. It didn’t take them long to reach their destination; they were just a short walk away, gazing into the droplet, they had a full view of what they were.
A bone, sure, they couldn’t tell what kind of bone they were, but they were a bone. And that's what they went with; their name would be Bone, and they enjoyed it.
But now, what do they do? They have figured out their name and what kind of object they are, named a lot of things, and learned how to walk and breathe. What could they do?
Make a friend, that's what they would do, someone to talk to would be nice, plus they could teach them all about this strange world that they would both reside in.
Grabbing one of the pencils, they started to sketch out the design; they didn’t care what object they would be; they just hoped that they would be willing to be friends. Minutes had passed since Bone had started with the sketch, and now they were just adding in the final touches with shading and what not.
And ta-da! It was done; Bone had successfully made themselves a friend. A telescope friend to be exact, it took him a few seconds before he began to stir. blinking a few times before he focused his gaze on them.
“H-hello” Bone managed to squeak out, Their own voice startled them. Do they sound like that? Well, no time to ponder; they had a friend to speak to. They held up a hand to the telescope, waving it a bit before putting it back down.
“Would you like for me to help you up?” They had no idea how to start a conversation. He just kept eye contact between the two; he wasn't sure if he should trust the bone or not, but he soon chose the latter.
“That would be nice, thanks” they helped the telescope at his request. They both stood around quietly, waiting for the other to ask a question. “So... who are you?” Bone took a second to reply to his question. “I'm bone, and you are?” They immediately took back the latter half of the sentence, he wouldn’t know who he was the second he's created.
“A-actually do you know who you are?” Their question stuck to him, does he really know who he is? “I... don't, do... you know who I am?” They smirked a bit and said, "Not really, but I know your name is, uh, telescope!”
Telescope only nodded before looking around and asking, “So do you live here?” They shook their head ”I think I do.” He snickered while walking around. “Say you're pretty cool, why don’t we be friends?” Bone was ecstatic, they had finally made a friend.
“Of course!” They walked over to their new friend, wondering what adventures they would both go on. “Have you ever gotten off the canvas?” telescope inquired Bone, curious about his new friend. “i haven't yet, but i’d want too”
A smile grew on his face. Stepping back a few paces, he ran off and jumped, screaming down the way, “THEN LET'S DO IT NOW!” They peeked over the canvas to get a quick glance to see if he was OK. They saw telescope on both of his feet unharmed. ‘Calm down!’ they yelled back. “BE CAREFUL I’M GOING TO FIND A WAY DOWN”
It fell
A vial of purple ink came crashing down on telescope, covering him in its sticky substance. Screams of agony came from below, bone only watched in horror as their friend was being melted alive. His plastic turned from a deep blue to an indigo purple. Eyes a bloodshot red, and claws grew from the tips of his limbs.
He ran out of sight, bone jumped soon after, adrenalin pumped into their calcium, and not a single thought was straight forward. They followed in pursuit, chasing after him.
After running for ages, they finally caught up to him. Telescope was ripping out pages from a story book, scattering the pieces across the room. He only looked back with a growl in his throat before jumping into the book.
Bone hesitated for a moment—were they really about to jump into a foreign land just to save someone they'd only known for 3–4 minutes?
Of course they would. They jumped into the book, feeling the air shift and the sky changing colours rapidly, they began falling.
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wowza we got the first two characters introduced :D, before i forget bone uses they/it and telescope uses he/him but thats all for now!
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this friendship could have been a masterpiece
Fanfici love mixing my two hyperfixations together ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ friends thats just what they wanted from the begining of their existience a small pencil could fix this problem, draw yourself a friend, it's as easy as that but trying...
