Hi. This is part three to a writing I made, based off of Alan Becker's story world and character. More info can be found in notes and credits. <><><> I nodded. My brain screamed 'liar!' But I didn’t want to push any further. I just stood there as Dad held my hand, leading me back to my room. 'Questions. Too many questions. What does this all mean? I’m sure it’s just a dream, and everything is fine…' But I knew the difference between reality and a dream. This was very clearly one of them that I didn’t want to accept. 'They wouldn’t leave. I know that. Right?' “It’s alright, Yellow… Back to bed.” He lifted me up and into the mass of blankets. He pulled my favorite one over me as I set my head on the pillow. “Goodnight. See you in the morning.” He walked away quietly and softly shut the door. I tried to ease my mind, thinking about the time, though there wasn’t much to think about there. There were so few ways to block that thought with other sorts of input while staying in bed. Sometimes the way my brain grasped for any sort of stimulation worked against me when the only thing there is would be a thought that I couldn’t clear. I couldn’t just wipe this away like a dry erase on a slate. This was sharpie that refused to go away. It only badgered for attention, until sleep saved me from its harassment. <><><> <December 25th, 2011> My internal alarm clock only needed to chime once. I knew what day it was. 'Christmas!' I pushed away the thought that kept coming back. An odd scent filled the air. Something unnatural. A tingle was sent through my entire body. I ignored it. I leapt out of bed and slung open the door. The hallway was still dark. Odd. Didn’t Mom and Dad get up before us and turn on the lights before we were up. I took a deep breath. 'I’m sure they just wanted to make it a surprise for Blue and Green, this being their first Christmas and all.' I tip-toed down the hallway, quietly entering Green’s room, nudging him slightly as he awakened. “Hmm?” He sat up, rubbing his eyes and dangling his feet from the bed’s edge. “Oh… good morning…” He slid down from the bed, eyes brightening with disbelief. “Is it really Christmas?” I nodded, then quietly waved my hand for him to follow. “I’ll get him, if you go wait at the end of the hall.” I whispered. “No.” He strutted into Blue’s room before he reemerged, struggling to carry Blue. It was much easier for me, as I was older. Even still, he continued, until he finally set him down, and guided our youngest brother by the hand, and eventually descended the stairs. When we made it to the bottom, I stopped in shock. 'They- they really le-left?' A combination of fear, sadness, confusion, and anger boiled in the pit of my stomach. 'They left us…' I wondered if the other two would even remember this all in a few years. Would they remember our parents? I didn’t want them to be mad or scared, or anything like that, if they knew. The others seemed confused. I my brain couldn't help but scream for them. 'Mom? Dad?' I looked around desperately. 'MOM AND DAD?!' I couldn't let myself say it aloud. Maybe if they thought this was supposed to happen or- I didn’t know what to say. I stayed quiet. Green cocked his head. “Where are Mom and Dad?” He asked quietly. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t answer. I held back the tears that fought to escape. “Yellow?” I ignored him. I imagined them. I pictured our parents and the rest of us enjoying today. Together. I could see the phantoms of memories and what-could-have-beens that weren’t really there. They were exciting... but only figments... That was a dream. Not a reality. I once again reminded myself of the difference. “We’ll get through this together.” I whispered to myself. That’s all I could say. I looked around, taking a deep breath. “Come on.” I spotted the table, where there were three things. I instinctively analyzed each one. I couldn’t believe some of the results that my brain came up with. But then again, I couldn’t believe what was going on before my eyes. I walked forth, with the others following me, to the table. I grasped each of them, setting them into a stack. One of them was unbelievably heavy. 'Gosh… Why do I have to carry this?' I lugged them down to the floor, where I just sat. The other two gathered around me, their dreary moods and confusion faded when they saw the collection of wrapped items. The one on the top was a thin rectangular prism. The tag proclaimed it was for Green, so I set it in front of him. My brain buzzed with a prediction of what it was. 'I don’t quite think that is likely, but whatever…' His hands quickly flew over to the colorful, paper-covered item, though I gave him a look to wait. My own least favorite part as well, but we had to wait. At least I was pretty sure we should have. I wasn’t certain with only one time experiencing this before. 'Why did they think I was up to the task?' I tried my best to ignore this pestering question.
The next one, rather similar, but scaled much bigger. Feeling the package, there was a place for this item to be opened. It was cool metal. On one of its largest faces, I felt a small symbol engraved into it. Probably the branding, My brain replied to this offering of input, but the item as a whole was a laptop. That was a reasonable conclusion based on this information. The tag was addressed to me. 'Still, why would they give this to me?' The last one was rather heavy. Instead of a tag hanging on to a punched hole in the wrapping paper, it was a sticker. It declared in bold, twirly lettering (clearly Dad’s doing) ‘Blue’. The sides had the consistency of pages. Many of them. Possibly thousands. The cover felt like ancient leather, even through the paper covering it, and it probably was, too. A book, clearly, but a big one… for Blue? 'Are we sure? He doesn’t even entirely know how to read yet? How- You know what? I’m just not going to question.' I slid the package over to Blue. Both of them seemed eager. Green suddenly stood, running back upstairs with a grin. “Huh? Wait! You haven't opened it yet!” I raised an eyebrow. After a moment or two, he came running back, two papers in hand. He sat down presenting one to Blue and the other to me with pride. “I made it myself!” He proclaimed just as boldly as Blue’s present's sticker. Green sat Blue’s down on top of the giant “book” and I grabbed mine from his hand. I opened it. It was filled with decently detailed sketches of the three of us on one side of the card, and on the other was the parents watching the two of us play-fight. He surely had Dad’s hand to be able to draw such remarkable things at his age. Staring at the doodle of Mom and Dad and the thought of Dad’s ability to sketch beautiful things only sparked more sorrow as I remembered one of the last things I heard them say in their conversation last night. '“Daffodil…” “Do not worry, Cornel…”' On the doodle of Mom, I imagined her expression of comfort and solace, contrasted with Dad's worried gaze. Blue looked at his card with excitement. He then set it aside, giving the “book” a perplexed look. “What- what is- um… this?” He struggled to say longer phrases, with limited words and understanding of them at his disposal. “Why don’t you open it and see?” I egged him onward to tear away the paper. He tore away at the paper until all that was left was the book. The book had an intriguing gem embedded in its cover. He reached out to the shining magenta crystal. I could have sworn that I saw a pulse of its light faintly coursing over his hand and up his arm, and a pulse of his own blue through the crystal only for a fractional moment before there was nothing there. He watched it with fascination. I looked back at the table noticing there was an ornately carved stick… 'Huh…' I grabbed it. Laying nearby was a name triangular paper name plate that also said ‘Blue’. I set the stick down in front of Blue who remained distracted by the peculiar book. “My turn!” Green exclaimed with excitement. “I’m sure it will be better than a book.” He peeled away the paper revealing, just as I had suspected, a phone. His eyes went wide as he jumped up and down with excited squeals. “Come on, settle down.” I said, in a somewhat teasing voice. I felt for the tape that kept the paper together, opening it from there. I unfolded it. A laptop. Wow. Is this Mom’s? It really was it. I knew it was. The very thing I learned to code with. Though my first attempt managed to cause a tiny explosion somewhere inside of it, damaging one of the parts, so it was replaced, and I could use it once again. I forced myself to hold back a snicker, given the hidden weight of the situation. I held it close to me and muttered something shakily to myself under my breath. “I guess this is goodbye… even if I couldn’t see your face or you, mine.” [Daffodil:] <December 28th, 2012> A year had already passed since Cornel and I had returned to the city. I still wasn’t in perfect condition from what had happened years ago at this point, though the help from others had a visible benefit. I regretted leaving Yellow, Blue, and Green at the tab, though I knew it was for the best, for both myself and for them. It was nice to get to see so many that I'd known from before we'd left the figure cities, one of which, being my sister. In fact, we were meeting up that day. <><><> 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 first part if you missed it: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1261155347/ Here's the next part: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1261160744/ #AlanBecker #Animatorvs.Animation #Animationvs. Minecraft
