Spliced Ch. 1
Jul. 29th, 2014 10:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
canadian_scumbagThero came up with most of the animal ideas, so credit goes to her.
New, unexplored land.
That's where the Mindcrack group found themselves, after getting bored of the thriving town they created. Even if it meant leaving behind the beautiful continent they called home, their current home lacked something these new lands had.
Adventure.
And an adventure they would get.
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It had been a week or so the Mindcrackers had been calling these lands their homes. So far, the tiny town they had created was coming along quit smoothly, with buildings and farms popping up all over spawn. It was coming along quite nicely.
Although they had moved from one land to another, the rain seemed to follow. Today was just as drab and rainy as most days at their old home. In the community house, there two of the twenty-eight Mindcrackers; Pakratt and Adlingtont.
“Hey Ads?” Pak asked from the bed he was laying in across from the minion, who was reading a book.
“Yeah?” He answered without looking up.
“Wanna go exploring or something?”
This time Adlington did look up. “Right now?”
“Well, yeah. Why not?”
“But it’s raining.”
“So?”
“I don’t want to get wet.”
Pak got up from his bed and opened one of the chests. He pulled out an iron sword and took a few practice swing before putting in the scabbard on his belt. He threw a few pieces of food in a backpack.
“Last chance, Ads.” He said as he was going out the door.
“Thanks, but no thanks.”
Pak shrugged as he shut the door behind him. He wondered away from spawn, passing the quarry over to the jungle.
The jungle had a lot to offer, with its luscious foliage, massive trees that seemed to touch the sky, and the odd ocelot scampering around.
Although the jungle was quite peaceful, something felt...wrong. He couldn’t help but noticed that for every footstep he took, another one would follow shortly behind his own.
“Maybe Ads decided to tag along after all.” Pak thought to himself.
“Ads?” Pak called out. No response.
Before he could do anything else, someone grabbed Pak from behind, holding his mouth shut. Pak tried to wriggler out of his unknown capture grip, but before he could do so they jabbed something into his arm.
Pak’s fighting ceased, as his muscles became limp and his eyelids heavy. A warm feeling washed over him before passing out.
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Pak woke up to the low, steady humming of unknown machinery. His body ached all over, his vision blurry and mouth dry. He tried to let out a cry, but it came out as a weak moan instead.
A voice lingered beside him. It was a smooth voice, which would have been calming if Pak wasn't in the pain he was at the moment.
"Hush my pet." The mystery voice said. "Sleep now."
Pak felt a tiny prick in his right arm. The same warm feeling he felt a few hours ago washed over him, and was once again consumed by darkness.
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"Pakratt?" Pause called out into the jungle. It had been 2 days since anyone had seen Pak, so a search party composed of him, Guude, and Beef set out to find him.
"Pak, where are you boy?" Guude called.
"Guude, he's not a dog." Beef said rolling his eyes.
"Hey guys, I think I see something!" Pause called out.
In the thick foliage of the jungle, a speck of navy stood out. The same colour of Pak's suit. The closer they got, they more they could make out of him. His black hair which was normally well kept was a mess, and his suit covered in splotches of dirt and who knows what else.
"He's unconscience!" Pause said.
"No shit sherlock!" Guude answered back, slightly annoyed.
"Guys, I think that's the least of our worries..." Beef said, examining Pak's legs, which now had fur covering his legs, and a long tail poking out from under his coat.
