The Jemaverse

Dilly

Dill was 16 years old.  He was a Duck.  Who lived in Duckvill.  It was a place 'full of friendship, love and joy!' was what advertising said.  Dill hated it.  He knew how false that statement was.  He looked in the mirror trying to flex with his five, yellow furred fingers.  He was trying to get stronger, but it wasn't seeming to work.  If he couldn't be tough, maybe he could look tough, he thought.  He took out his grey, oval shaped phone and set it up on a tripod in front of a mirror.  He went in the closet to the right of his room and pulled out a wood board.  He walked in front of the camera and took a controller from the floor.  He put the board down on the floor and clicked the play button on the remote.
"Welcome back to lifting with Dill!" He said in his fake, cool sounding voice.
"Today I'll be showing you a demonstration of, what I like to call, umm... Dillerz!"
He pressed the pause button on the remote and ran to the tripod.  He flipped the camera upside down and ran back over to the wood board.  He lifted it up above his head and with his other hand he pressed play.  He held up the board with two hands and lowered it then held it up again and repeatedly.
"Dillerz are extremely hard to do, but once you-" Dill's room door opened and a head stuck through.
It caught Dill by total surprise.
"Ah!" He said as he stumbled backward.
He slipped on his favorite superhero comic, Xlorblewonk, that he'd left on the ground behind him.  He fell back and he forgot about the board that he was no longer holding up.  It bonked him on the head and it came down as he fell.  It landed in Dills orange, open bill.  He kinda expected this, since he's used to major bad luck.  Dill turned his head to the side and let the board fall out of his mouth.  His dad looked at him from his room door and Dill didn't feel like raising his head to look back.  His dad shook his head in disappointment.
"Your still wearing the same black shades you found inside of that comic since like... You were six.  When are you ever going to take those ridiculous things off and stop embarrassing me and your mother?"
"I told you dad, I'm not taking them off.  And it's not ridiculous.  Rally from school wears ones kinda like them, and everyone thinks he's cool." Dill responded.
"That's your problem.  You try to act cool, but your not.  Your some nerd noone likes and you should just accept it.  And can you stop making those idiotic videos of 'lifting with Dill', they always backfire."
"Well, what if I make a good one?  Then I'll look so tough noone would mess with me anymore?" Dill argued.
"Noones ever going to stop messing with you, your meant to be messed with, It's your life's path.  Now turn off that camera and get to school.  And stop with leaving your empty cans of that Spindex soda.  It's so disgusting, why do you like it so much?"
"It's so gooood!" Dill whined, "And I don't wanna go to school.  I'm not in the mood to deal with Rally or Grill.  Or Pat."
"But Dill," said his Dad, "Patrick is a nice kid.  And... Basically your only friend."
Dill didn't respond and continued laying on the ground lazily.
"Alright," his dad said, breaking the silence, "I'm no longer arguing, you don't go to school, and I'll rid of all the comics from your room.  And take out your Spindex branded soda."
He closed the door and when he was gone, Dill hurried up off the ground and opened his window.  He used the single rope of vine that hung from the roof the slide down onto the sidewalk.  He could've just easily walked out of the front door, but he liked making himself feel cool and hardcore once in a while.  He ran towards school and stopped at a Spindex Soda machine and put a coin in.  A soda dropped out and he stored it in his hollow back.  Every duck used their backs that have a compartment in them to store things.  It's weird, but useful.  Dill continued his run and spotted Rally and Grill.  He didn't feel like dealing with them.  So he turned in another direction and stopped at a public park he goes to whenever he's bored and accepts the uselessness of life.  In front of a tree was a green bench he always sits on.  He took the soda from out of his back and sat down on the bench and looked at the ground and zoned out for a while.  He thought about how many people don't know he even exists, or how noone cares about him, even his parents.  They just ignore him and work all the time.  It was pretty weird how his dad actually talked to him today.  Wasn't going to school though.  It starts in about half an hour and he can make it there in a literal five.  He zoned back into reality to see four, orange, webbed duck feet standing in front of him.  He looked up to face Grill and Rally staring at him.
Dill and Rally looked the same besides Rally's mohawk.  It was black at the lower half and the top half was blue.  His fur was yellow just like Grill and Dill's.  Dill had no special haircut on his head, but rather just two strands of yellow hair sticking from his head.  Rally had on black shades on that we're skinnier than Dill's, and was blue and purple on the sides.  With their shades on it was impossible to see Dill nor Rally's eyes.  Grill, however, didn't wear shades and had seeable blue eyes.  He had a big forehead that went over his eyes, which kinda reminded Dill of Frankenstein.  Grill was huge, muscle wise, while Rally and Dill were equally average.  His biceps were the size of basketballs and he had a tattoo of an anchor on his left arm.  They, like all other ducks, have skinny orange legs with orange webbed feet attached at the bottom, and orange beaks for mouths.
"Hey," said Rally, "Spindex soda eh?"
Grill doesn't say much and follows Rally around like his shadow or bodyguard.  He agrees with Rally on everything and didn't seem too bright.  Rally slapped the drink out of Dill's hand when he saw Dill wasn't going to respond to him. 
Dill really didn't feel like dealing with this today.  Behind and to the right of Rally he saw Pat hurrying over.  He knew what was going to happen next.  Its a daily schedule.  Rally and Grill find me, mess with me, Pat comes and tries to stop them, and Dill was to eventually help him out of the tree behind them that Rally and Grill would put him on.  Pat had three small spikes of hair on his head lined up horizontally and wore prescribed glasses.  His glasses were round and clear and had tape on the side of it from it previously breaking.  Dill sat there and stared down at the ground.  He hoped that if he ignored them they'd go away, but that never works.
"Got noffin to say huh?  Look up at me as I speak to you." Said Rally.
Just then a big breeze came from the right.  It was pretty strong, it even made Rally look toward the direction.  Then a humming followed afterwards.  It was right Dill's right ear and the wind got stronger.  Dill looked towards the direction of the humming and saw a light growing.
"Wha?  What's happening?" Grill asked.
"I don't know...  A storm?"
Dill covered his ears from the loud humming.  He looked back at the light and saw a pink blurry dot growing as the light was growing and turning into purple and green streaks forming into an oval.