Humanity's Peacekeepers

Chewdo [ 10 : ДЕСЯТЬ ]

— ACT 2 // АКТ 2 —

- Jack // Джек -

"...And now for the journal..."

Igor grabbed the dusty book. He already told me everything I needed to know, all except for whatever's inside that thing.

Sadly, I don't think he knows what's inside it, either.

"What? This is locked!" said Igor.

"How did you not notice that?" I asked. "You've been roaming around the place for who knows how long!"

"Well, I thought it would be a good idea to wait for you," he replied. "And then reveal what's in it together so you won't miss out."

"...So, what do we do now?"

"Mm..." he shrugged, and placed the book back on the table.

I picked it up, and looked at the front cover. The front simply had a yellowed paper label, with "Owen Richie Ryieszenski" scribed in cursive. The back, however, had more to it.

"...Say the words 'Unsnooze, Chew...dough'..." I struggled to read the name. "...And you will find a little comp—"

"Squeak!" I heard a squeak, followed by a jingling sound.

"Aah!" Igor jumped. "What on Earth is that thing!?"

Igor pointed behind me, at a tiny little steampunk mouse. It had with a 5-inch-long aluminium body, along with decorative wires and tiny gears. Its eyes were yellow and cyan glass beads, and it had tiny but agile paws.

"Aww, what a cutie!" I sat down and tossed the book onto the ground. The mouse pranced over to me and let me pet it. The thing was minuscule in my paw.

Igor grabbed it again. "I'll read the description properly," he muttered from afar.

— - — - — - — - —

Dear Igor and Jack, Humanity's Peacekeepers,

Say the words "Unsnooze, Chewdo.", and you will find a little companion of mine to take you on your adventure. You will discover a big, big story. Nothing very epic, but rather interesting, and also explains why you're here. Along the way, you will regain some memories of your "past life", if you will.

Many events have happened in this tale, and you'll learn about each and every one of them. Think of it as a rather fun treasure hunt, no? There probably isn't much to do out there, anyway.

Tell Chewdo to give you a little box; inside it will be your first chapter.

Have fun with him! I hope he isn't too much of a nuisance.

Faithfully,
Prof. O. R. Ryieszenski

P.S. Chewdo's name comes from Russian чудо (chudo), meaning "miracle".

— - — - — - — - —

"Chewdo..." Igor muttered. "That's a very thoughtful name."

"Squeak," Chewdo nodded.

"Meanwhile I get 'Jack'..." I sighed, jokingly.

"Pssh, Jack's a good name, too."

"Heh, we have a story to discover, right?"

"Apparently. And we need Chewdo to bring us a box?" said Igor, glancing at him.

"Squeak!" The mouse dashed off, with his tail bell ringing behind him.

"Hey, hold up now!" Igor shouted.

We quickly followed him, wondering what kind of story awaits us. Is it romantic? Is it sanguinary? Is it silly?

Only time, and a tiny metal rodent will tell!