The Meme Chronicles 2018

Chapter 5

  "DO YOU KNOW DA WEI?" The Queen actually asked Clarence, as they were camped in a forest somewhere. He assumed the Queen meant about Uganda. They all were camped over a fire with the map that the bear gave them, and Clarence was actually worried. So far on this adventure, he had met two memes. Two memes. The fruits of internet stupidity, the product of viral images of videos, that weren't always funny, but they still were... funny. What else was out there? Was there other memes? Was there really a whole species of Ugandan Knuckles? A whole family of an image from a random video online? Clarence was close to actually freaking out, until-

"YOU MUST FIND DA WEI TO UGANDA, FOR OUR QUEEN!"

  Oh yeah. Clarence was on a mission to help these memes. 

"Well we will have to travel to a whole different continent, and then through to Uganda without any of you getting noticed," He explained as he traced the map with a finger, "And to be honest I'm not sure we will be able to do it." They all recoiled at that last sentence.

"YOU DISBELIEVE IN US AND OUR QUEEN?" Mass clucking and almost spitting occurred until there was a rather loud explosion. They all whipped round in astonishment, that's the direction of the Bear Family? The Brodas exchanged glances and started to run to see what had happened.

  After ten minutes of running they arrived at a cottage ablaze! Fire engulfed all the wooden beams, all the surrounding grass, and all the spaghet. The Brodas had no idea of what to do! And for the first time, they were actually silent. What on Earth had happened? Were they dead? Did someone attack them?

  A blue beam of power shot through the sky in the distance, they could feel the raw power broke through the fibres of their very being, but there was no noise, apart from three screams. Blue energy coursed past their very feet, and a heavy wind almost blew them off their feet. As soon as Clarence could stand straight, he started to run in the direction of the mysterious and silent streak of cyan.

  He expected to hear more footsteps then just his own. Looking back, he noticed that all of the Ugandan Knuckles had... stopped... and were stiff, all on one knee. Even the Queen! One stiffly looked up, as if his neck was made of rusted metal. He almost wavered, as if a hologram. Tiny beams of blue struck out of him, and all the others.

  "go..... bro     d         a", he could barely mutter. His words a whisper. Clarence felt genuine pain at looking at the once powerful things subdued. He decided he needed to go to put an end to this!

  Flat out sprinting, dodging trees and jumping over random ground hole things that happen to be everywhere in the forest. The closer he got to the power source, the weaker he felt. He felt exhausted and wasn't capable of a mere jog without his lungs feeling like the Soviet Union on December the 26th 1991. The trees started to become blue, even the grass felt more strong under his feet as if he was running on every individual blade.

  He crawled into a clearing, his face down to prevent his face from being burnt off? Destroyed? Blind? He didn't want to find out. He could hear two voices, one definitely female, but the other was hard to tell. He couldn't understand what either of them was saying until he heard, "The boy. He does not- Get out of here we are not alone". There was a sort of sci-fi warping sound, like a stock effect in movies, and then the blinding blue light started to... dim. The blue streaking power flew back towards the powerful beam. Managing to look up... there was nothing. Where he was in a clearing, now just another part of the forest.

  Re-gaining his strength, he stood up breathing hard. The sky was the ordinary black, with the interrupting light of dead stars. He turned around. Ugandan Knuckles! Attempting to sprint again cost him an ankle injury. Stumbling to collect him self, he limped back to where the cottage was. 

  Where the cobbled path should be, there was more course dirt. He managed to make it back to where they once were, where the explosion and flames were. Where the spilled spaghet was spoiled. But... all he saw was two dozen Ugandan Knuckles on the floor. The Queen stood up, took one look into Clarence's eyes and painfully said, "BRODA... I DON'T FEEL SO GOOD", and collapsed on his leg, "I DON'T WANT TO GO BRODA! I DON'T WANT TO GO".

  Clarence looked around, they were definitely short of some knuckles. Another one piped up, "GONE, OUR BRODAS ARE GONE!" Whatever had just happened, he promised to himself that he will protect these... memes. He just promised to protect some dead memes. Huh.