Scrabble-rabble.
Shh...shh...shh...
Whoosh...
Splut.
Shhhh...
Scratch-scratch.
Whoosh...
Splut. ==========
Ahh~ Imagine such a crabby paradise. With their handsome armored shells, their flexible legs, and their beady, reflective eyes, who wouldn't want to join them? Their cavernous home protects from heat, full of unimagined surprises in every corner. Refreshing water laps everywhere, a delightful trickle against one's toes. Trinkets shine from every direction, piles of delights. It is like a maze of unprecedented proportions, in which there is always something to find.
I mean it. Really, I do.
After all, they've only dragged us into a stony, dark, underground cave with stale water dripping everywhere to glitter before striking us on the head. Honestly. x.x
Currently, we reside in some kind of sandy, rough pit. Thick ropes of kelp tie our wrists, and we're bound by hip and buttock to one another. So much for naming them--they seem to want to come up with names for us instead.
"Glubber-Glub!"
"Smmooooooch!"
"Smrickity-smrick-smrick!"
"Gooble Glubsssss..."
"Stop calling us such foul names, you blighters!" Adri calls out indignantly. "Orli would never do such a thing--to think that I named one of you after him! Impersonaters!"
"They can't even speak properly," Sar mutters, working at the seaweed that ties her to the rest of us.
"Do you think we should teach them English?" Nerfe snickers.
"No. That would be the downfall of humankind," Yunsi sniffs.
"Maybe we should learn what they're saying," I suggest.
"Learn crab-ish? Absolutely not!" Chibi-bunni cries out.
"The very thought of it. Hmph." YYugi gives the bonds an annoyed tug.
"Errgugggh," says something from Fae's direction.
"What?"
She spits out the shell in her mouth, making a face. "Shell tastes nasty. But I was saying that the shell can't cut us out of here either."
Des makes a face. "Eww, shell. I bet you it's full of crab piss."
"Crab's can piss?"
"Eww...who asked that question?"
"Ahem." I clear my throat, hinting that the discussion isn't exactly pleasant. Silence falls, except for the rattle of crabs scurrying about their business.
"Hey, you guys!" Someone whispers. "Pst!"
"What?"
"What if we all lifted ourselves up and walked together, as a big bundle, out of this hole?"
"Ooh, that's a good idea."
"Okay, then let's try it. On the count of three, everyone lean on each other to stand up, kay?"
"One...two...four!"
There's hysterical laughter as well all stumble and jostle, followed by strings of curses.
"Who's the idiot that can't count?"
"Sorry," someone gasps between spurts of giggles. "I had to do that."
The crabs wave their pincers maddeningly and threateningly. We fall quiet, for a while, then decide to try it again.
"Okay. Let's do it again. One...two...three!"
We struggle to stand up, a wiggling mass of humans and seaweed. After a few moments, we all find ourselves on our feet. I shift a bit, uncomfortable with my arm pulled to the right and my face to the left. I'm staring at the growing tide of crabs, inching menacingly towards us.
"Uh...I don't think they're happy with us." I'd point to the crabs, but my hand's cramped up against someone's shoulder. However, I need not say anymore.
"Run!" Someone shrieks.
We all jostle to move in one position, then another. The only thing we succeed in doing is kicking up the sand, causing quite a ruckus.
"Left! LEFT, you idiots!" someone bellows.
"That's your right!"
"Everyone, move to the light!"
"What light?!?"
Eventually, we coordinate ourselves, starting out with a march of 60 beats per minute, then speeding up to a stampede as we fall out of control.
"They're gonna get meee...they're gonna get meeeee~"
"Gah, faster!"
Suddenly, we're a whirlwind of scrabbling feet as we all move our legs in jerky, random movements. We prance along in wild zig-zags, squealing and yelping.
"The light! The light!"
"What light!"
"It's a train!!!!"
"It's the exit, stupid!"
"Wheee~"
SPLOOOSH.
The next moment, we're blinking salt water out of our eyes. We rotate in slow circles, bobbing around in the ocean as we stare up at the open cave above us. Upon the ledge are thousands of pale red dots.
"Crabs?"
"Mm-hmm. We got away!"
It's silence as realization strikes.
"We got away! We got away!" We all cheer together, a wild mass of people tied together, buffeted by the ocean.
"My stuff..." someone sobs.
"The crabs have it all." o.o
"At least we got away with our lives."
"I'd give my hat for my life anyday!"
Rampage gives an indignant squeak, followed by a startled squeal.
"OMG, there's a wave coming at ussss~"
Whoosh-splut!
We crest over the wave, then fall back down. I open my mouth to say more when another wave takes over. Overhead, the sky darkens, and a flash of lightning illuminates the choppy water around us.
"I wanna go home..."
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Author's Notes:
Can you imagine us all tied up and floating in the ocean? xD
Lack of emotes this time, I think. xP I'm getting lazy and forgetful. =o
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SnowPheonix · Sun Feb 11, 2007 @ 10:53pm · 7 Comments |