I don't understand how September died... if all that was there was just the remains of Apollo 7342, how did she get killed just by being pushed into it?

MMMAAAAAGIC! 

Day Five

Hooray and cheers, for dead is something that we are not. Yet.

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Boom.

The CBers weren’t quite sure if they had just woken up, it had seemed as if they had never been asleep and yet they could not remember any of the past events. Strange and stranger still.

Thud.

They didn’t remember being asleep, neither did they remember actually waking up, but they couldn’t remember not doing that.

Bang.

There seems to be an awful lot of forgetting today…….

Crash.

They woke (or whatever it was that they did) to near complete darkness. They did not remember where they were, or their purpose in life. They did not remember five plus three thousand, four million and a few trillion. That, however did not matter.

None of it seemed to matter anymore. for, squinting in the light of the green glowing clocks, they began to make one and another out. They began to ask questions, and such questions that would baffle the philosophers for ages.

Like, “Are we alone?” “Who dunnit?” “Where is my pudding?” “What is the meaning of life, the universe and everything?”

Questions without answers. Like half of a galaxy. Or something. But suddenly, one of them, Jarvis, slowly comes to her senses.

She blinks a few times, trying to take it all in. That was an understatement, she couldn't see a thing.

“Is….this a dream?” She says wonderingly.

Richard and Saphira exchange glances.

“Um, yes. Of course. Yes. it’s a dream.”

Jarvis narrows her eyes at the two of them. “l don’t think so….this is really real…..no, it’s not a dream.”

“Er, a tophat!”

(“Why are you wearing a tophat, Richard?” “l don’t know!”)

“Wait, okay. This is getting weird--”

“Tuna fish!”

Much to everyone's dismay, piles of tuna fish have suddenly appeared, scattered all over the place.

“This isn’t a dream! It can’t be--”

Emerald is interrupted by a flood of neon pink dye and overdue paperwork from an insurance company.

“Oh my goodness gracious!” Fia pretty much squeaks. In turn, some dishwater and a disgruntled cocker spaniel descend on her from above.

“See! It’s a dream!”

Jarvis is still frowning, but before she says anything, what seems to be a truck load of dull, gnawed on pencils is unended on her head.

“Where is that infuriating manager?” Kate huffs, disturbed, very disturbed in fact. “This--this isn’t supposed to go this way!”

“What way?” Sydney asks, picking her way over the paperwork, cocker spaniels and pencils.

“Oh l don’t know. Like normal for once!”

“Terribly sorry, but this is a dream, don’t you know? They’re never normal.”

Tara says, pointedly.

“For the last time, This. Is. Not. A. Dream.” To push this point, Kate pinches her arm. She freezes for a second, staring. Her limbs are starting to very quickly disappear into smoke.

“Um….This is a dream, right?”

No one answers, as for a single, crystal second her form before it disappears in a draft of electricity bills.

“Right….People can’t die in dreams.”

Again, no one answers the question spoken by Shadow.
“Well then.” Scylla takes a deep breath and promptly inhales most of the electricity bills. She’ll spend the better part of an hour trying to dislodge them from her lungs. Anyways.

“This is a dream. Of course. It all makes sense.” Quill waves her hands about.

“No….” Jarvis says hesitantly. “It’s not a dream. Definitely not.”

“Oh yeah?”

The Novelist raises an eyebrow.

“How come l've already finished college with my Ph.D, and written my best selling memoir of my life?” She waves a old, thick book, entitled, How l Got Successful and Really Rich in Life.

“And how come l've become a world renowned librarian for simply sitting around and reading books?” Says Bookworm, looking over her newly acquired glasses.

“Well l've just got kicked out of the CIA (Culinary Institute of America) for supposedly selling poisoned pies to the CIA (Central Intelligence Agency).” MP points out.

“I've become a legendary bobsledder!” Daisy exclaims, holding up her Olympic Gold medals.

“....In bobsledding.”

“Look, this is weird,--” Jarvis says.

“And this is even weirder!”

Brookesia grabs part of Mirax's hair and pulls it completely off. Mirax yelps. “You pulled my hair off!”

“No worries, l’m sure l can put it back…..Nope, it’s a toothbrush.”

Jarvis is still not convinced.

“We have broadswords and know how to use them!” Paris and Bella yell over their shoulders, as they mock fight. Paris attempts to do some sort of spin, which sends the swords whirling dangerously. They don’t realize before it’s too late. Paris drops the sword, and it spins through the air, running into the nearest bystander. Which only happened to be Esthelle,

They watch in horror as the sword neatly divides Esthelle into two very symmetrical pieces.

“See!” Says Alexandra, trying to keep her voice cheerful and her shoes from getting soaked in Esthelle's blood. “No one ever dies in a dream! She’s just fine!”

“About that. It’s not a dream. Gravity doesn’t work in dreams!” To father this point, H.A.B drops a apple to the ground. Well that’s what was supposed to happen. He relates his hand and…..Nothing. The apples simply hangs there.

“So there goes Newton’s Law.” Ultron grumbles, no one pays any attention to him.

“Bunch of sheep, l tell you.” Nova also huff, no one also pays any attention to her. Except for that they are now literally a bunch of sheep.

Spyro the purple sheep sniffs around, while Moon the sheep attempts to dance, Daisy the yellow sheep simply looks the sun, she is so bright. Silvery the sheep ambles around, gnawing at those electricity bills. Kestrel the sheep tries to screech like a bird, but only ends up making a pathetic sound. Summer the sheep has decided to start butting her head against the wall. It’s not impressive. None of it is, actually. They’re just sheep, after all. (If rather oddly colored sheep to book, Sprankle is bright rainbow, Mrs. Elton a burnt orange [that might explain why she’s now on fire] Sandra sand colored, Ellak book colored [whatever that means] and Brian and Beth completely invisible.)

Boom.

Is this, after all, a dream?

Bang

Jarvis doesn’t know.

Thud.

Someone is shaking her shoulder--her human, not sheep one.

Crash.

Someone is screaming, crying, a name, over and over again.

Hallia.

Burn.

All of it will burn.

~~~~~~~

End Day Five. Death Toll: Kate and Esthelle. (yes, two of you died today. I don’t know why. Go ask the murder before you’re dead or something.)

Also! Cliffhanger.

Mwhahahahaha. Stay tuned.

WHOA! We were in a dream!

And my beautiful memoir was published ! *weird starry eyes*

But . . . *flips through book* it's empty! I don't think you can read in dreams!

*POOF!*

Baaa

Baa

OH MY GOSH WE'RE SHEEP AAAAA

You mean Baaaa

Day Six

“Jarvis! For heaven’s sakes, wake up!”

Mirax shakes the sleeping Jarvis by the shoulder, roughly. It doesn’t seem to have any effect.

“Oh my lucky stars!” Fia says, panicked. “They’re coming for us!”

Noises of chattering and crashing arise in the distance, the sound of footsteps and the snapping of wood, as if this mysterious “They” are crashing through the very walls.

“We've got to go! It’s too late for her!”

Mirax stand up, facing Chary and Fia. “C’mon. We’ve got to get out of here. We’re the last ones.”

Chary shakes her head firmly, mouthing a single word that she dare not speak. Hallia. Hallia is gone. She has not been found, and Chary isn’t leaving without her.

The noise of They comes ever closer. Jarvis moans softly, before starting and blinking open her eyes.

“Thank goodness!” Fia gasps.

“Jarvis! Get out of here.”

Not questioning, and seeing the panicked looks on their faces, Jarvis follows Mirax's lead.

“Are you sure about this?”

Chary nods.

“Very well then. Adieu.” Mirax raise a hand to Chary as a wall of dust involves her. Jarvis blinks. “You do know, l had the strangest dream. Kate and Estelle died in it--”

Mirax cuts her off. “Is that even relevant? More running, less talking, or you’ll be dead.”

Jarvis is too suprised to make a comeback. “She seems to be…..almost meaner.” She tells Fia, as the two of them follow Mirax. Fia nods.

After an amount of running through what appears to be some sort of building, it appears to be in various states of disrepair and falling apart,  except Jarvis has  no idea what it is.

They stop in a large, musty room, where a part of the CBers are gathered. Jarvis nearly collapses on the ground.

“Okay, okay. What exactly is going on?”

“We were attacked by this…...creature?” Nova attempts to explain. “It chased us down a passageway that we didn’t even know existed. We lost all sense of time and space. We think it wants to eat us. Or something.”

“So...you’re just running? Why don’t you try to fight it?”

Silence. Tara and Richard exchange glances.

“Er…..we want to stay alive?” Daisy ventures.

“Well you don’t even know if it’s going to kill you!”

“Hallia hasn’t been found yet.” Scylla points out.

“And if it didn’t want to eat us, way in the world would it chase us?” Brian points out as well.

“And l think most of us want to keep alive.” Kestrel confirms.

Jarvis just sighs.

“Wait, where’s Emerald and Ultron?”

More glances.

“We’re not exactly sure.” Moon says carefully, not meeting Jarvis's eyes.

“But,” Mirax cuts in. “The most important thing is to stay alive. Correct?” No one challenges her.

She begins to pace the room. “We need to scout out the area and get our resources.”

Saphira raises an eyebrow, which was a rather difficult thing to do when you’re a dragon. “Why? Why not, you know, just run away? It makes more sense. Doesn’t nearly take half as long.”

Mirax whirls on her heel.

“Are you questioning me?”

The dragon draws herself up.

“Why yes, l believe that l am.”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. Quit fighting.” Though putting on a brave face, Spyro is obviously nervous. The sounds of “they” keeps coming closer and closer, no one else seems to be noticing. He doesn’t like this as well.

“Oh yeah? And what do you have to say about it?” The blue dragon snarls.

Like most people, Spyro doesn’t like being pushed around. Neither does Mirax for that reason.  

“That’s the last straw--”

It appears that “they” have arrived, announcing themselves in a roar of falling debris and dust, swirling around and covering everyone for a few seconds.

Though so sort of a time, it certainly was long enough for a certain someone to awkwardly stab Spyro in the throat with some clumsy, but brutal weapon.

The dust settles as quickly as it came, the CBers are left blinking it out of their eyes and wondering.

“It’s gone.” Quill whispered, wonderingly.

“We’re…...alive?” Bella asks.

Alexandra just falls to her knees.

Jarvis blinks. She’s still confused, like the majority of people reading this.

It takes them a long while until they notice the purple dragon lying on the floor, in a gathering pool of blood.

H.A.B. blinks and keeps on blinking, as if in response to this shock.

“I'm dying…..?”
Novelist nods.

“Well this is strange.” No one else knows quite what to say.

Saphira shifts back to human form, hurriedly glancing around and shoving her bloodied hands into her pockets. Good. No one suspects a thing.

A few more awkward minutes pass, before any of them realize that while Spyro is dying, he’s doing it rather slowly.

“Well this is lovely.” Paris huffs.

“They always do die faster in movies, you know, Spyro?” MP informs him. “Not just bleeding all over the place.”

She waits for a reply, before realizing that Spyro is in no position to speak. He’s, in fact, rather dead.

“Rest in peace.” Ellak says, solemnly.

“Rest in peace.” Bolton echos.

“Pax Romana.”

“Sydney, what does that have to do with anything?” Bookworm asks.

“You know, the Romans fell, but they did so peacefully….oh nevermind.”

“What now?” Sprankje asks, unable to take her eyes off the dead body of Spyro, in some horrific fascination.

“l…..don’t know.” Mirax seems to be defeated. She suddenly seems very tired.

“Keep running. Isn’t that what we all keep doing?”

~~~~~~~~~

End Day Six. Death Toll: Spyro. Rest in peace.