"It was a bright summer's day, except it wasn't. It was raining."
Backspace, backspace, backspace. No that didn't make any sense.
"The rain pelted the window in a way similar to how bees pelted it when the neighbor tries to kill the dog by attempting to send them into the room."
Backspace, backspace, backspace. No that only applied to your neighbors, and other people tended to find that neighbors throwing bees at a window was unnatural.
Ranni sighed and tapped one of his red jello-like fingers on the backspace button. Writing a fanfiction was hard. How did the people online make it sound so easy?
He leaned back in his desk chair and stretched out, causing some of him to melt around the edges of it. Damn, this was so stressful! Why couldn't words just pop into his head like they did in others's?
Pressing his hands against his eyes so hard that they slightly stuck to his eyelids, Ranni leaned back into his hunched writing position. The clock at the bottom right of his computer screen flashed gently at him.
10:04 pm, it said plainly. Ranni groaned and shut the laptop forcefully.
Whatever, he could write tomorrow when he cared more about the stupid story. He stood up and crossed the room slowly, the floorboards creaking as he did so, and made it to his queen sized bed in a little under a minute.
The bed had six blankets laying on top of it, each one a different size and shape. It was a comforting sight after staring only at a computer screen for 6 hours and he dove into the largest purple blanket he had.
Immediately, Ranni himself turned the same shade of dark purple, and his body shape moved around subconsciously until he had a pair of tiny cat paws with a long tail to match. Two small rounded cat ears moulded themselves out of his gooey flesh (if you can even call it that), but he kept his normal torso and hands.
He curled up in the blanket, making himself a burrito and grabbed two more blankets to put around his shoulders.
Yes, this was a place he could call home. With a warm bed and all the lovely bee throwing neighbors, it wasn't hard for anyone to see how he could love his tiny room.
Or maybe it was all a ruse. Ranni's cat ears dissipated in a sinking motion and his cat tail and feet became sharp and reptilian. They were all going to die one day, so why should he enjoy this kind of comfort? His mouth became dry and his hands turned into sharp claws.
All of his friends would die one day, and maybe he would be the last to die. Perhaps he would have to watch them all fade before he could finally get release?
Plus, he was just another escaped and failed science test so maybe none of his friends actually cared about him?
Just then, Ranni's eyes shot open. He had lost all train of thought, and that meant that his entire body had lost shape. He was now just a multicoloured blob seeping through the crack in between the wall and the bed.
"Shit," he muttered to himself as he tried to recollect his thoughts, "Need to get this under control."
Now he was under the bed, trying to find a shape in his mind for him to take. There.
He focused on the thought he had, and soon all of him was an identifiable object. Now a luna moth with a realistic human face probably wasn't what he wanted just then and there, but it would have to do for now.
Slowly, he dragged himself out from under the mattress, and caught his breath on the floor as he returned to his previous cat-like form. He looked at the battered clock on the wall next to his closed laptop.
10:22 pm. He could probably fit in a few more words before he got tired again.
So he dragged himself up back onto the still warm chair and opened his laptop again.
"The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary."
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Rainy Day
Backspace, backspace, backspace. No that didn't make any sense.
"The rain pelted the window in a way similar to how bees pelted it when the neighbor tries to kill the dog by attempting to send them into the room."
Backspace, backspace, backspace. No that only applied to your neighbors, and other people tended to find that neighbors throwing bees at a window was unnatural.
Ranni sighed and tapped one of his red jello-like fingers on the backspace button. Writing a fanfiction was hard. How did the people online make it sound so easy?
He leaned back in his desk chair and stretched out, causing some of him to melt around the edges of it. Damn, this was so stressful! Why couldn't words just pop into his head like they did in others's?
Pressing his hands against his eyes so hard that they slightly stuck to his eyelids, Ranni leaned back into his hunched writing position. The clock at the bottom right of his computer screen flashed gently at him.
10:04 pm, it said plainly. Ranni groaned and shut the laptop forcefully.
Whatever, he could write tomorrow when he cared more about the stupid story. He stood up and crossed the room slowly, the floorboards creaking as he did so, and made it to his queen sized bed in a little under a minute.
The bed had six blankets laying on top of it, each one a different size and shape. It was a comforting sight after staring only at a computer screen for 6 hours and he dove into the largest purple blanket he had.
Immediately, Ranni himself turned the same shade of dark purple, and his body shape moved around subconsciously until he had a pair of tiny cat paws with a long tail to match. Two small rounded cat ears moulded themselves out of his gooey flesh (if you can even call it that), but he kept his normal torso and hands.
He curled up in the blanket, making himself a burrito and grabbed two more blankets to put around his shoulders.
Yes, this was a place he could call home. With a warm bed and all the lovely bee throwing neighbors, it wasn't hard for anyone to see how he could love his tiny room.
Or maybe it was all a ruse. Ranni's cat ears dissipated in a sinking motion and his cat tail and feet became sharp and reptilian. They were all going to die one day, so why should he enjoy this kind of comfort? His mouth became dry and his hands turned into sharp claws.
All of his friends would die one day, and maybe he would be the last to die. Perhaps he would have to watch them all fade before he could finally get release?
Plus, he was just another escaped and failed science test so maybe none of his friends actually cared about him?
Just then, Ranni's eyes shot open. He had lost all train of thought, and that meant that his entire body had lost shape. He was now just a multicoloured blob seeping through the crack in between the wall and the bed.
"Shit," he muttered to himself as he tried to recollect his thoughts, "Need to get this under control."
Now he was under the bed, trying to find a shape in his mind for him to take. There.
He focused on the thought he had, and soon all of him was an identifiable object. Now a luna moth with a realistic human face probably wasn't what he wanted just then and there, but it would have to do for now.
Slowly, he dragged himself out from under the mattress, and caught his breath on the floor as he returned to his previous cat-like form. He looked at the battered clock on the wall next to his closed laptop.
10:22 pm. He could probably fit in a few more words before he got tired again.
So he dragged himself up back onto the still warm chair and opened his laptop again.
"The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary."
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Rainy Day
