Fantasy sat in her room. She looked down and sighed as the door opened. There were screams and loud footsteps. "What do you want," she groaned.
"Stop! You have no right to do this!" Said a sad voice.
"Says who?" A different voice fought the first.
"Get off of me!"
The second voice snarled. The first voice shrieked.
Finally, Fantasy looked up to a slamming door, and a muddy, red-faced, crying friend.
Worthless had just been thrown in her cell.
* * *
"Are we done yet?" Reality complained. "I'm not much of a runner."
"That's obvious." Hope muttered.
"I heard that!"
Curiosity stopped running and laughed. "You guys, you should hear yourselves!" Hope and Reality tried to glare at each other, but just ended up laughing more.
"I think we're safe." Light looked behind them.
The four Personificationites caught their breath and looked at their surroundings. In front of them was a giant box. It was light blue and silver, and covered with gears and clockwork-type stuff. Tick, tock...
Wind blew, swirling everything in a white mist. The silence felt intimidating.
"Where are we?" Hope asked, confused. Then she pointed to the box, the size of a two floor house. "And what's that?"
* * *
"What? Change my life?" Hunter screeched. But Ikshu and Madhura just smiled.
"Drink this." Madhura held up yet another potion, this one glittering and changing colors over and over again.
"Why should I? I am not a guinea pig."
"Hey - We saved your life! We-"
"Remember, I'm dead!"
"You know what I meant."
Ikshu just stood there awkwardly.
"And besides," Madhura continued. "Where did all this attitude come from?"
"Eh." Hunter shrugged.
"Drink it!"
"No!"
"Just drink it!" And with that Madhura threw the contents into Hunter's mouth.
* * *
"Worthless? What happened?"
"Th-they took me h-here... I-I was with the oth-other ones and w-we were trying to s-save you, but we g-got caught and I w-was brought here, and th-the others ran. I'm u-useless." Worthless sobbed.
"Oh. But I don't worry, we'll get out," Fantasy sighed, hoping for a miracle.
"How?"
"An escape plan."
* * *
"Well, there's only one way to find out," Curiosity walked to the white door and knocked twice.
"Is that-" Reality looked to the door, opening by itself. The wind seemed to increase its volume every second.
Curiosity walked in. Hope and Light shrugged and followed her. Reality, still unsure, followed too.
"Welcome," a woman that looked so old, but so young, said. She sat on a chair in a room filled with clocks.
"Who are you?" Curiosity tilted her head.
"A measurement describes amount, and
while you are just a feeling,
I sit here counting,
with my clocks,
seeing, waiting, being.
I'm sorry for the
confusion,
but this is who I am.
They made me to make life easier,
I'm sure you understand.
So while you gawk and stare
at me,
I know it as I rhyme.
Time is a journey of fear and fun,
and guess what?" She smiled. "I'm Time."
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(A/N) I hope you like the poem! Thank you to candymania and Queen_of_Confetti for the compliments.
Flurry
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AdventureWe didn't want to believe in her, so she started to die. That's when it all started... What happens when we give up? Our fantasy, our dreams, they would be forever forgotten. Our reality, our life, that would go away eventually, too. And other thing...
