Blinx 2-2: Blinx and You'll Miss It

Chapter 4: Destiny Ruined...

"BLLLLIIINNNXXXXX!!!!!" Blinx was awakened from his defacto melancholy state by the yells of his team in unison.

"Uh... butter-fingers?" he hastily intercepted, to the lovely ocean-view of the disappointed, but expectedly sour expressions around him.

Fortunately, for the deer in headlights that poor Blinx had found himself in: the ruins had seemingly repaired themself whilst he was distracted with his team's "findings", giving him enough breathing room to explain the situation to the poor Rookie below, who was surpisingly loud for such a short kitty.

"Huh... must've rewinded. I mean... I knew about the rewind-crystals, guys! Just wanted to train the rookie was all! Right..." Blinx hesitated between incurring the wraith of his squad, or by realizing the own stupidity of his actions within his distant thoughts, only to be instinctively frustrated again with the beeping of his PDA, but this time with a glint of understanding, and regret for his previous slip-up.

"....And you wonder why I have to hold your hands sometimes..." The Operator snapped wistfully, as Blinx's sensitive ears yet again found themselves to the mercy of his companions frightingly, almost sonar-like frequencies.

"....L-uck-y for you, it se-ems the Ti-me-Crysta-l fragment has a...." The transmission was abruptly cut-off, but Blinx was much too preoccuped with the brief solace he experienced when everything went seemingly quiet.

"Oh good... and I thought the others were screechy enough..." Blinx composed of himself, as he sloppily descended the ruins, brandishing a tiresome flinch upon his head for what awaited him at the bottom.

"Hey, guys... sorry about the mess: I tried my hardest, but it's like the lever was..." Blinx nauseated flippantly, to the constant back and forth bickering of his Team "Blinx" (this is for that statue: right, CEO?) as he too was grazed by the the almost etheral glow of that same scissory-silhouette in the distance. (Guess the kits aren't the only ones running with scissors now apparently...)

"....I can barely read you a bed-time story, nevermind whatever language that thing you picked up has got on it!" reality had yet again settled into Blinx's wandering mind, and he found himself sorely placed at the center of whatever argument his friends were having... again: all he could understand from the morse-code he caught was that bed-time stories and... wait, bed-time stories?

"Calm down, guys!" He assured firmly, but steadily apprehensively, placing the hostile gazes of his former-friends, now seeming interrogators firmly back on the instigator again, much to the creaking smile of Spencer still stuck with the images of yet another one of Blinx's iconic catchphrases in his head (did he always have that voice?).

"Toto... can you translate what the tablet is saying? Maybe it can give us a clue of what's going with the whole green, glowy, Tom-Tom problem we have going on back at the Factory?" Whilst Toto and Blinx continued to organize amongst each-other. Bellow's eye darted at the mention of "green, glowy, Tom-Toms...?" pondering back to the the ramblings of his leader whenever he would welcome the real-world after his "meditation period" (what he called sleeping basically), with his ceremonially, crude bathroom voyage: where anybody unluckly to stumble upon it unprotected, would be left with the closest thing to a thank you for all their hard work...

Bellow shuddered in repressed disgust, catching Spencer's attention even more, but before he could ask any questions: Blinx and Toto were already done translating the tablet.

"...Precious gift, and they who use it for their own good shall be met with an undoing of that of their own creation... dream, and you shall be cursed with... understanding? Why are these sayings always so vague, and foreboding? Like, can't we get like a fortune cookie prophecy for once? Or a cookbook..." Toto shedded to himself, as memories began to flood back to Blinx's head of the murals he had seen during his stay at hotel 64 of the long-draught murals slung upon the Temple of Lost Time's decrepit, but finely-decorated walls (he was also reminded that he had a fence to fix, but that's a story for another day).

"What did Benito get himself into again..." Bellow instinctively jeered, catching the attention of all the Sweepers around him.

"Benito?... I wonder if the Princess thing is connected then?" Blinx meticulated, only adding to the layers and layers of questions they had already picked up.

"Maybe... nah, he's too much of an oaf to catch the attention of any girl other than his dear, old mother!" Bellow mocked much to the hysterics of Toto, and the look of disgust frozen upon Spencer's fur, but Blinx however: remained completely still.

"What was your friend's name again?..." Blinx mumbled, much to the Tom-Tom's interest.

"Uhhhh... I think his name was - Christop... no - Ben... no, not that... um" Bellow found himself stumped, only frustrating Toto even more.

"You don't even know your friend's name!?" Toto interjected, provoking a stern, but firm reaction from Blinx, closing his hands in a calmy manner, of which Toto completely understood, after the many trials they shared together.

"Sorry, Bobo..." Bellow slipped mistakengly, only chartering Toto's impatience even more, as Blinx proceeded to place his hand against him instinctively, with a foreign, yet familiar stare.

"We can discuss it whilst we make up for lost time... the Operator informed me that a signal is coming all the way from over... there, you'll see the Pyramids when we get a better view, but for the record by the way: it's Toto. You can call me whatever though!" Blinx proceeded to point in the approximate direction he had last saw the Pyramid peeking from, but not before providing a slight, cheeky wink at Bellow, as he placed a knowing finger on his nose for prosperity.

"Heh... sorry again: kinda the runt of the litter round here!" Bellow applied, as he responded with the same gesture, accompanied by Spencer's and Toto's own gestures of bewilderment, but equal understanding.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that round here, Bellow. Long as you always have a smile on your face, and a duty to guard: that makes you a Sweeper to us!" Bellow was visibly distraught by Blinx's openly warm demenour, whilst Spencer and Toto couldn't help, but find the display to the admittedly pretty heartwarming.

"Hey... Blinx?"

"Yeah, Bellow?"

"Can I get a hug too?" Bellow expressed with tears of gratitude, as he raised his arms to meet the cat's fiery, gilded chest, which with the heat from the second sun rising in the distance, and the rustling dried Autumn leaves in it's wait, also funnily enough reminded Blinx to tie the uniform on his head further into a knot for the long trek ahead.

"Thought you'd never ask..."

"Where are we anyway?" asked Spencer in a desperate attempt to stop the cheese-fest before his own eyes.

"Destiny Ruins. The Pyramids are nice this time of week!" Blinx suddenly remembered after glimpsing the name from the Gateway at home, as flashes of the terrain made his way back to him from the tenour he spent here, after the whole fiasco with the lunch-room in the Academy.

"Wait... you've been here before, and now you just remember!?" Blinx instinctively gulped, as he forced himself faster into the arms of the Tom-Tom to escape from the wraith from his newly in-pursuit teammate, and hopefully hire a new bodyguard as well, whilst he was at it.