Kessie's Short Stories

[MNo9] Pier Pressure

Originally published 10/31/2016

"Where did it go?!" Cryosphere questioned to herself as she dug through a small chest filled with various things she had forgotten about over the year. Except for this thing, she never forgot about it when October came around. Even then, she normally had it out for sentimental reasons- the fact that she couldn't find it now was really starting to grade on her nerves.

"Cryosphere?" the familiar voice of Dr White said from behind her. "What are you doing?"

"'Water' you think I'm doing professor? I'm gettin' my costume ready!"

There was only one time when Cryosphere replaced her typical ice puns with general water based ones; In knowing that this was what she had planned again for this year's Halloween costume, the professor tried to suppress a groan.

"How about you pick a different costume this year...?" Dr White suggested with an awkward side smile.

"And give in the 'pier' pressure?" she answered in a tone that almost sounded genuinely shocked. "No way professor! It's tradition!"

"Cryo..." Dr White started to say, but shook his head. "I'll go warn Beck then..." the professor sighed. "Just don't over do it like last year, alright?"

"'Ice' make no promises!" came the happy reply. Dr White flinched, then quickly left to go find the youngest Mighty Number to warn him of Cryosphere's 'tradition'.

"Wait!" Mighty Number Two requested before he was out of earshot. Slowly, carefully, Dr White turned back around to face her.

"Yes?" he inquired, unsure of what she was getting at now.

"Have you seen my Little Sister?" Cryosphere asked the professor quite seriously. Dr White looked at her with a confused side glance.

"Dyna is..."

"Not her!" Cryo insisted with a frantic wave. "My Little Sister! You know, the little rag-dollie with short brown hair and the really pretty brown eyes?"

"You mean that Cabbage Patch doll you found at a flea market years ago?" Dr White questioned as he started to rub the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.

"Yes!"

"Don't you usually keep it in your room?"

"Well, that's what I thought!" the Mighty Number agreed, placing her substitute-for-hands on her hips. She even tapped her foot impatiently with thought. "But she wasn't there. I'm thinkin' Dyna might've wanted her for something, and took her without asking."

"What would Mighty Number Three want with that old thing?" Dr White questioned sensibly.

"Don't know..." the Mighty Number mumbled. "Oh wait!" she then declared. "I know where she is now! Thanks professor!!"

With that, the Mighty Number dashed out of the room, leaving Dr White behind in a bit of confusion.

"You're... welcome...?" was all he could mutter as he scratched the back of his head in bewilderment. Cryosphere didn't hear him as she rushed to the place where she had been preparing her costume. Sure enough, next to the temporary paint for her armor, was her 'Little Sister'.

Giddy, and beyond relieved to know the doll wasn't permanently missing, Mighty Number Two picked the doll up and gave it a kind squeeze.

"Don't ever give me a cold shoulder again!" Cryosphere informed the doll, still hugging it. "I thought you were gone for good!"

A few more moments of hugging the doll, the Mighty Number recomposed herself before placing the doll on top of her holding tank. There the doll remained rather stationary, allowing Cryosphere full access to prepare the rest of her costume. Humming, the Mighty Number worked diligently to bring her costume together -spray painting various parts of herself, outfitting her Little Sister in a cute little dress with a peter-pan collar and puffed sleeves, taking off her helmet with the intent to do very minor modifications to it- all while humming a rather familiar tune...