Short stories from my creative writing class

#031 - Exploring science fiction - Flash fiction

Prompt - Work on science fiction, make sci-fi prompt

Shuddering Esper drops down to my side, his darkening hair damp with rain and his cheeks reddening with the cold. His shaking hand reaches up to his birchwood mask and rips it off, and throws it in my general direction.

His chromatic eyes cast reflections across the floors, and he begins chanting. With a spark of electricity and the scent of static Beta stitches to life out of the darkness.

"Oh wowee Whiskey! Looks like you got yourself wet agaaaiiiin. Riki! Riki! Can you summon Drink and get the water out of his clothes!" Beta's high pitched voice shrills through the cavern, their blue and pink hair dulling as they draw closer to us.

"For the last fxcking time! Ling is not a fxcking drink, nor is Iriku called fxcking Riki you fxcking cxnt." Once more Esper's vulgar language and harsh voice comes to call.

"Oh Whiskeeey! Why are you so saaaad!"

"Oh fxck off I could've fxcking left you out in the mxtherfxcking rain you mxtherfxcking cxnt."

And once again the master and familiar are bickering.

I reach down and notice something clinging to the bottom side of his mask, and there, in all of his gel-like glory, is Ling. One of my two familiars.

"Hey." I call out.

They don't respond.

"Hey."

Still no response.

"HEY."

Both of them look over at me and in unison they speak.

"What the fxck do you want, we're talking."

I rub the bridge of my nose.

"First, Esper you're still in wet clothes so unless you want to have hypothermia and frostbite again I suggest you get changed, second of all Beta if you could do some scouting ahead that would be nice. I think I hear something mechanical up ahead so be careful."

Esper sighs and resigns to get changed, and Beta runs off.

"How the fxck do you get the fxcking cxnt to listen to you on your first shxtting command when me, her fxcking master, cannot get her to fxcking listen no matter how many times I tell her to fxcking listen?"

"Maybe because I don't swear at her any given opportunity?"

"Oh fxck off."

"Yeah yeah."

I sit down where the rocks aren't as sharp and close my eyes.

"What in the fxcking hell are you fxcking doing."

"Waiting for you."

He chooses to go back into silence rather than talking to me again, which is fair since this is the third time we've been trapped in a cave this past week. My guides keep showing up in my line of sight and then on a random tangent I run off.

"What are the fxcking cxckwads trying to lead us to, because it fxcking seems to me like they're just trying to hinder the shxt out of us."

"No argument here."

I hear light footsteps and the voice of Beta jumps out.

"So there are just mechanisms, don't know what for, and there are alsosome broken pipes made out of a material that I think is bronze, and oh my god Whiskey you look like an overgrown marshmello."

"Can it."

"Also, Riki you may not want to open your eyes this instant."

"Why?"

"Crow."

I sigh, no matter where I go or what happens they always find a way to get to me.

"Well that means there's a way out."

"Yeah but it's creeepy."

"Shut it cxnt."

"You've said the same thing Whiskey!"

"Oh well, ready to go?"

I hear the two of them groan.

"Pass."

"Not a fxcking chance."