Blinx: Before the Time Sweeper

Chapter 3: Holding out for a Hero

Time-Factory: Hallway

12th December.

16:10pm (TF-Timezone) - Present Day

0 days without major time-energy incident

Of all the things I struggled to sleep over for that day: the image of Benito yelling at one of our monitors, whilst holding the girl of my dreams wasn't exactly the one I had in mind - but then again I don't exactly have many ways of making my mind come to matter. Maybe sleep-deprivation really was as bad as the green aliens who abducted me said... but the tea tastes so good!

At first it started with the alarm, which I mistakenly thought was the Academy bell for lunch, but then the Mother Computer came alive with urgency, and the desperate face of the Supervisor clung to the screen. Even despite the automated floor that was brusquely moving us along: it somehow managed to make the entire hall lie dead in its tracks, and the former chatter now made way to a haunting silence. The calm before the storm likely... and then came the storm: alot more memorizing than I expected!

Oh, no: it was her! They've got the Princess captured! And they're stealing all the time-crystals from the world! All those people frozen in time and slowly turning into just currency for these money-hungry fools, and they're completely overlooking the residual time anomalies manifested in their place: geez, they really are uglier than Necoji, and the simulations showed.

The shocked mannerisms of the hysteric Supervisor made way to the distractedly ragged and greasy faces of the Tom-Toms faces who probably just bumped out of their chunky diet and into one of the loose panels instead, and somehow found themselves bumbling around on our TV. The voice modulator and utter wickedness in Benito's face though, and the clear reflection of the calling cards in his comically, rain bowed mismatched glasses stated otherwise, and... wow.

THAT'S PRINCESS LENA! She looked just as beautiful as the simulations showed; everything from her white drawn out gown to her endlessly flowing pig tailed hair, and even back to her surprisingly formal stance as she was being held captive by the buffoons of bacon's future before her: how could they do this? How could they steal everything that held this universe together, and kept us Swepers and Tom-Toms apart? The Princess and me apart? How? Why? And why am I just boiling with rage right now!? Why are they so ugly!? How did they even get someone that rich in the first place!? And of royal descent as well!

WHY AM I NOT ON THE AUTOMATED FLOOR RIGHT NOW!? How did I even get here!?

I've lost complete control of myself, and now my face is teetering on the edge of complete frustration! There furrows in my skin so deep you could probably see my very soul and brain embedded against it; it was like a Grand Canyon had just opened up in my skull, and was preparing to consume my entire face whole like some sorta black hole of stupidity (that's a good nickname for the Tom-Toms! I can trademark that, and abandon it years later!) You could probably see everything under pulsating as if the very ground was yearning to meet that nasty, unkempt face of his, and as if all the past years spent in the Academy for diligence and anger management didn't matter anymore.

I wanted to make these idiots pay with every fiber of my being: for taking every that was dear not only to me but this entire universe, and for waking me from the nap I was about to take. I wanted to just grab the screen and punch that smug face of his until he was probably prettier looking than he was now, and I wanted to take the hand of the Princess, and make sure she never felt like this again. What was with that red and white striped shirt, and why is Benito the only one with the diamond-encrusted coat? Are you that desperate to feel superior that you're just willing to LITERALLY throw your comrades out in the cold like that!? And they better get rid of the tacky green pajama cushion for a hat before I slap everyone of it themselves...