Here's part four to a writing I made based off of Alan Becker's story line and characters. More info is in the Notes and Credits. <><><> I walked on my own, for Cornel was still working, though I had decided to take the day off for this. I walked down the street, counting the mailboxes until I got to the familiar address. Stepping up to the door, I knocked and waited a moment. I heard the sound of unlocking and the door opened revealing a tall figure, whose coloration was similar to mine, though the pale yellow was slightly more orange. “Daffodil?” Her voice sounded strained with undertones of franticness. Very little could make my sister frantic. She continued, rushing out her next words. “I’m glad you’re here. Please come.” I nodded and followed her inside, letting the door close behind me. “It’s nice to see you, Topaz, but you seem... distraught. What has happened?” “Quiet now,” she said in a near whisper, “you will see why soon.” She led me through the house, down a hallway, and into a room on the right. The lights were dimmed. I scanned the room searching for a reason of why. I studied the bed in particular, when I heard a quiet mewling. I approached the bed quietly, spotting the dot of five kittens curled up together. They all appeared to be newborns, with little pink ears and eyes still glued tightly closed, and pink paws and noses, the dark-colored coats still slightly damp. Two of them were somewhat separated from the others, curled up tightly together. One was a dark green, a girl, and the other a just as dark of a brown, a boy. Another was a dark navy-blue. He was slightly larger than the green and brown. The next was a midnight purple. She was definitely the largest of them all. The last one really caught my eye. “That is the main reason why I called for you to come.” Topaz said softly. The tiny creature was a darker red. It was frail, trembling. Though kittens’ eyes are supposed to be sealed for at least a few weeks, his eyelids seemed to barely hold closed. Even the seal was weakened. I reached out my hand. A warmth radiated from the other kittens. This one was cold. He was surely dying. Slowly, but still. He seemed to strain to press his head against my hand. I moved it closer to him. “I will help where I can. But what can I do?” “I… I thought you could do something with magic to help in some way. I can’t take care of all of the other kittens anyways.” “Hmph.” I went through a short mental list of options. “There are not many things I can do with what little time he has left if not helped and my energy level... but I think I might just know one thing. A place for him to go.” A memory of the tab returned, and I imagined Yellow’s confused gaze. I’d wondered if he had been listening, but there was no real way to know now. I had recovered a new wand since I left my former one for Blue. I felt he had a connection to some sort of magic. So I left it. I pulled out my new wand, picking up the small kitten in my other hand. He shifted. His eyelids certainly seemed close to opening. I whispered a quiet chant. Light surrounded the small kitten. Within an instant, it vanished along with the frail creature. “Where did you send him?” There was a genuine concern in her eyes and voice. “Where do you think?” I simply replied. “Now. For the others… I have a plan.” I remembered one time when skimming over the ancient text, I had found a spell that might allow them to become figures. Then they could find homes here among the figures of the city. At least that would be the hope. With a gentle bobbing of the wand in my hand and another chant, light formed around the kittens, embracing them. Confused mews turned into mumbled cries of a young child. The light danced around where the kittens once lay. The light grew slightly. Topaz stepped closer, and she set a hand on my shoulder. “Daffodil?” The spell numbed my mind to it all. Everything else blurred except for the light which began to die with the quieting of the chant and the shallowing of the wand’s bobbing motions. The light all cleared away revealing four small figures. But the only question is how will we find them homes? I suppose we could just leave them on doorsteps, but… I took a deep breath, finally leaning lightly on my sister. “You- you turned them into figures?” Her voice rang with genuine awe. I nodded. “But now we need to find them homes.” “I think I know what to do. The two green and brown have to stay together. I think it might be best for them at the orphanage. I know they will take care of these two well enough.” Topaz helped me stabilize myself, and we met each other’s gaze. The brown figure/cat whispered something in a dazed, confused voice, although his eyes remained closed. “Emerald?” He spoke as though he were calling out to someone. The green one moved closer and mumbled, “Terace,” with a slight smile. She sounded like she was reassuring the other figure of her presence.
“Huh. Emerald and Terace.” I whispered to myself. Nearby, two cats, I assumed to be the parents, watched carefully over the young figures. One of the cats with longer fur had dark orange fur and steel blue eyes, and the other a tawny red coat with short fur and emerald green eyes. The tawny one seemed to have the patterning of a tabby, which the kittens had inherited, mixing that with the longer fur, although this could no longer be seen in their figure forms. “Well then,” I smiled at my sister, “it looks like we might have some work to do.” <><><> [BLUE:] <A few hours later…> I wandered around the house because there weren’t many other things to do stuck in a small home. To us, at the time, the house was all the world we knew existed. I walked aimlessly into Yellow’s little space, where his laptop and complex diagrams lay scattered across the numerous surfaces. Just as I reached to flip on the lights, I saw a glint of green probably reflecting the light from the opened door. I probably wouldn’t have even spotted it if the lights were on. After registering this, I turned on the light, eyes still trained on the glint. The green reflection became less noticeable with the more plentiful light, and the sound of a fragile mewl. I crept quietly towards the sound. I was pretty sure they were from the same source. I came close enough to see a small red ball of fur and emerald eyes. “What is that?” I whispered, reaching out to grab it. Its body felt cold, probably struggling to produce natural heat. I was sure Yellow would know what it was. Maybe we could help it. I ran down the stairs to where Yellow and Green had been sitting. We really needed something to do. “Hey, Yell?” “-Ow, but yeah?” He looked at me curiously, probably trying to figure out what I was holding and already had distinguished what it was for that matter. I came closer, sitting next to the others on the only thing in the house that wasn’t black and white, though it wasn’t much better: only a couch with dull grey stripes. I held out the small creature. It was living. That I could tell. Yellow gently picked it up and held it in his own hands. Green peered over his shoulder to see. “What is that?” Green said, impatient for an answer. “I believe that is what you call a cat.” Yellow said, pretending like he actually didn’t know for certain, but, really, he knew of some things that we didn’t know. “Here…” he grabbed his laptop and pulled up Google, typing ‘cat images’ into the search bar, “this is a cat.” He turned the screen so Green and I could get a good view of the countless images of similar things, but they all mainly had duller colors, the closest thing being a paler orange and white striped cat. The stripes matched the one we were presented with. This one here seemed frailer. Yellow noted me glancing back and forth between the images and the small “cat”. “I assume you’ve noticed the fact that this little guy is probably not doing too great.” He looked down at the fragile creature. “Well, then we’ll do something about it, right Yellow?” Green at first seemed confident about this, but his slight smile grew uncertain as Yellow only stared back. “Then what? YELLOW, SAY SOMETHING.” Yellow snickered at the irritated Green then switched his face back to its prior grave expression. “There might be a way… but how is the question.” His eyes lit up, and with what followed, I thought he might be trying to “sarcasm” again, but no one can ever really tell with him. “Remember that old book, Blue?” “Well, kinda… why?” I looked up nervously. Oh no. Yellow had a plan. PLEASE don’t let it explode this time! “Just trust me… we might not have much time. I’ll be right back, and you see what you can do with the little thing in the meantime.” Yeah, he had a plan alright. Yellow rushed up the stairs and beyond my view. I shifted my gaze to the red kitten. He tried to move himself next to Green, and seemed to attempt to sit like him, though that would be impossible. I thought I could see him with an expression that somewhat mimicked the way a figure might grin. He bore his fragile head into Green’s side. “Does it… or really, I guess, he, think he’s one of us?” Green stared down at the ill creature. “Arhg! I’m bored!” He slid down from the couch, stabilizing the small kitten, so he wouldn’t fall. “Come on… just while we wait.” <><><> 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/1261162030/ #AlanBecker #Animatorvs.Animation #Animationvs. Minecraft
