There's an explanation for this project at the end of the Notes and Credits section. :) Hope you enjoy reading this! (This is different from most of my writing... this isn't script format because it's not intended to be animated. This is mostly more of a traditional narrative.) <><><> [DAFFODIL:] <2008> The two of us stared at the sky. No one spoke, we only watched, until one of us broke the silence. I finally spoke up. “One day we’re definitely going to find a way up there. I know there are others just beyond our reach up there.” Cornel looked at me, quieter, as usual. “Yeah. I’m certain you’re right. Even if not, I’d follow you to the ends of the earth anyways.” I thought for a moment. “I guess why don’t we try right now?” “How?” He gave me a shocked expression. “We don’t have forever, now come on.” <><><> [CORNEL:] <A few months later…> “This should be all that we need…” Daffodil said, looking over the collected items. “Are you sure that book will be able to take us there?” I peered over at the ancient book in her arms. “I don’t see why it shouldn’t. It’s managed to let us communicate with our host, so to speak.” “I guess you’re right…” My voice trailed off with hesitancy. She set the book down on the table, and she clutched the mysterious “wand” in her hand. She flipped through the faded pages until she came to stop on a specific page, studying it for a moment. She then began a quiet chant. I drew nearer to her after picking up all of our things. Everything seemed to be eerily silent except for her words. Faint wisps of light gathered around the wand, and a slight breeze came out of nowhere, blowing a few scattered papers out of place. A dizziness washed over me, but Daffodil’s intense stare at the text remained unphased. It was always odd to see her cast spells like this, but never before such a dizziness had come… perhaps this was because we were basically warping to a totally new location. Everything around us seemed to begin to spin, and my knees felt weak. Daffodil gingerly picked up the book, but the chant was never broken, her stare still remained blank and just as eerie. While everything else seemed unclear, fuzzy, but she remained solid. Our surroundings seemed to warp, when a blinding light shone. It faded along with the dizziness. Our surroundings became clear, but they were not familiar. A large blurry figure that reminded me of the cursor you might use on a computer, when I realized that was exactly what it was. I just barely managed to push my voice to speak. “Did it work?” My voice trembled. A few other figures, mainly younger ones. We were indeed on a desktop. Here we were. Daffodil struggled to keep balance before leaning on me. The spell may be taking its toll on her. To our right there was a digital art page, where the text tool just so happened to be selected. “They’re actually here…” On the other side of some sort of barrier, there appeared to be some sort of living thing I didn’t recognize. “Is that really…” I looked at Daffodil, “a-a human?” She nodded slightly. The cursor moved over to the page and clicked, making a text box appear. ‘Hi. You are the one who had communicated they wanted to come, right?’ Daffodil sat up, taking a deep breath, and spoke. “Yes. That would be us.” Her eyes wandered around the large space, drifting from figure to figure. “So… I guess we were not the only ones who managed this. But how…?” The “human” beyond the barrier smiled slightly, somewhat bobbing his head. “I guess that would be a mystery to you too, huh?” ‘Some of them have been here for a while, some for their whole lives. I never quite knew how they arrived - they just appeared out of some portal that was where the internet symbol is.’ The text was then deleted which a series of clicks of the backspace button, but the box remained selected with the blinking “|” thing. Daffodil smiled at the unfamiliar group of figures. “This will certainly be a great home for us.” <><><> [MASON BROOKES (the human... apparently)] <April 28th, 2011> The child was already so curious about the world, though he was only about a month old. Figures certainly adapt quickly, even at such a young age. More figures had managed to communicate their coming to my PC, but it was getting a little too crowded. I had spoken with the parents of the young figure. I thoroughly enjoyed their presence here on the PC, the younger figures who were on their own here would not be an option to let them leave to take care of themselves. Within that conversation, we had determined that I would be designing a new tab of sorts for these figures to call home. I was hesitant to seal this home in the original design, but the parents thought otherwise. Perhaps they knew something I did not, but I did not want to push to get more information here. I just had to trust the figures.
I finished up the details, preparing to show it to the pair of parents. I switched to my drawing tab, with the text tool selected, as usual. The couple walked into view looking up with wide eyes. Cornel spoke quietly. “I can not thank you enough for everything you have done, but, at this point, I suppose, it is time for us to leave…” Daffodil set a hand on his shoulder, with a determined look. “It’ll be fine. I promise.” The small figure looked up with stubborn confusion after looking at the coding tab I left open. I tried to keep tears from my eyes. He’ll grow up to be a smart kid. I don’t need to be there to see it. Why am I still worried? I knew there was no way to avoid missing the clever kid. This is for the best. The family needs a place of their own. I began to type. ‘I’m glad I had you here for as long as I have. It should be ready for you to go.’ The figures nodded before jumping up to the tab and walking through the gap in the thick black barrier. Once they walked inside entirely, I typed in the last bit of code. The barrier was closed. The young figure that would have usually enjoyed studying the code, did not watch me type in the line. His eyes swept across every detail, entranced by the new environment. He began to wander throughout. I forced myself to look away. I made the tab an available website, so even if I weren’t in possession of the file, then they would still exist, but on the internet, yet not quite in the same way they supposedly were before. It was done. “Good bye…” <><><> [DAFFODIL:] <August 6th, 2011> The tab’s file has been intruded. How? Yellow wasn’t quite bound to the tab’s code. Thankfully. He is safe. A rift of lime-colored light tried to engulf me. Yellow still slept peacefully. He will be fine for now. We will be back. Cornel grasped my hand frantically. New surroundings of destruction appeared. New surroundings of destruction appeared. A sign read something I was vaguely familiar with from when we were still with our kind, former human host (I had to edit this sentence and take out the website name, because, for some reason, Scratch thought it was a bad word. It does that all the time for some reason. Does this happen to anyone else?). A website where millions of people connected and shared their work. The figures and other creatures that surrounded us were animations, some of which I had met when Cornel and I lived in the city. “Roselle?” I called to a magenta figure with another figure named Cobalt and their daughter, Purpur. “Cobalt! Don’t leave us!” He said nothing as he ran ahead, only caring to glance back once. A bright red figure that was somewhat taller than an average teenaged figure, though he seemed much younger than that. A reckless expression stole his face as he mercilessly slung a ball of fiery orange plasma at Roselle. “No!” I shouted. Roselle pushed her daughter away so she wouldn’t get hurt, running out of the range of the blistering sphere. The explosion injured her. She struggled to stand in the charred landscape. She did. But barely. She would likely not last long. I spotted a not-entirely-figure person grasp her hand, as well as Purpur’s. The young child cried out, in fear of what was happening around her, and what she saw happen to her mother. “It’ll be alright, I promise.” She was severely weakened. I wanted to follow them, but we had a different destination. The red figure who remained suspended in the air by fire directed underneath him cackled mockingly. “Is this really what figures are like? They don’t even fight! It’s pitiful, really.” Eyes of red light suddenly burned in his face as he turned towards me. The glow intensified. Cornel was suddenly blocked by a chunk of falling debris. Probably for the best as long as it isn’t on him. At least it will protect him from whatever this figure is going to try… A beam of red lasers streaked through the air. I darted out of the way, but the beam followed. I ran until I was blocked by a giant blistering flame feeding on the ruins of what used to be here. “Daffodil?” Cornel looked around the debris, and dashed towards me for a moment until the beam struck me. I would survive, but the effects could be fatal. Smoke suddenly filled the air, as yet another malevolent laugh echoed. I couldn’t breathe. <><><> This is something that I wrote, mostly for a friend. It's based off of Alan Becker's AvA and AvM universe and character, Red, Yellow, Blue, and Green, who have more unknown when it comes to their past or where they came from. Most people probably say that they just came from the tab, but for some reason, I had an idea for something else... It's sort of long, though. Here's the second part of it: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1261158467/ #AlanBecker #Animatorvs.Animation #Animationvs. Minecraft
