Earthbound Fanfiction- Just dabbling

Earthbound Fanfiction- Just dabbling

There are many sounds in this world that are hard to remember. Perhaps you do not remember your first word you spoke as a child? Then there are sounds that a person can never forget. Ever.

Eagleland 20XX A.G. (After Gygas)-

Ness awoke to the sound that had haunted his dreams every night since he had come home from his great adventure. The sound of the capsule that housed Pokey shattering, the bits of sharpened glass twinkling downwards as it hit the floor.
That noise should have been a happy one, but it wasn’t. It was an escape route that the porky bastard used to escape from the shattered shell of Gygas. Pokey had escaped and it was Ness’ fault. He knew it.
Ness had not spoke to another member of the team he had created in over four years. He kept tabs on them of course, he still cared, but he felt there was nothing left for him. Paula took over the Polestar Day Care. Jeff invented a cure for dog breath. Poo, well, Poo was a King, of course, who did Kingly things.

Ness lay on the couch, his red baseball cap skewed to the side as he laid an arm across his forehead. His labored breathing echoing through the front room, as his dog King (No relation to Poo naturally), whimpered near his feet.
Ness had taken the defeat of Gygas well when they had returned. There was food, cheers, hugs, and lots of picture taking. Soon though, it all faded away, and once again, the people of Eagleland went about their business. Ness tried getting jobs, but no one would dare inconvenience the great Ness with work. He soon found out though, that people kept him at arms length, for fear of what he was, and what he could bring to them.

Onett Two Years Earlier-

“Franky?” Ness sighed as he entered the arcade he had once done battle within. “Do you need someone… What I mean to say is… Can I get a job?” It had taken a lot from Ness to come back to the arcade to find work.
“Hey man!” Franky grinned as he held his hands up in the air. “I’m all filled up, no space for another member of the gang or work here.” Franky replied nervously.
“Ok.” Ness replied dejectedly, his left hand limp at his side as he fidgeted with his baseball cap with the other hand. “I understand.”
Ness understood a lot more than anyone his age could ever fathom. He wasn’t even mad when he walked past the arcade three days later only to see through the wooden slats of the gate to Frankie’s, fourteen raw recruits being trained up for his gang. As he rounded the corner towards the front of the arcade, he also noticed two new faces serving snacks.
“I don’t care.” He reassured himself as he walked towards the Pizza joint down the street, hoping he could get a job as a delivery boy. He had plainly placed on his resume that he could run any where in the world, within seconds, as long as he had ample space to pick up speed of course.
He didn’t get the pizza job either. That’s when he realized what it was. They didn’t respect him. They feared him. Every one was afraid of him.
Present day-

So Ness continued to lie on the couch, fuming. His moods swinging violently as the stress of everyday life got to him. Replaying many horrible things, and the most horrible thing, was a sound. Pokey’s escape was bad, and angered him, but the sound that haunted him most was the sound of the first man he ever killed, dieing.

Ness had taken up work as a mercenary for the Montoli Corporation. It had been easy work; he simply guarded the door to the Presidents room. He had been assured he would never have to fight, that it was a cushy job, and Ness could relax and rake in some easy cash. Then some fools tried to assassinate the President of the Montoli Corporation.
Ness had knocked people out with his bat before, but the sound the assassins’ head made when his bat collided with it. Ever shot a watermelon with a shotgun? That would give you a good idea of what it looked and sounded like. Then the raspy death rattle came, the choking and sobbing before his body stilled.
It still haunts Ness to this day.

Ness jumped up off the couch as one again the memory flooded in on him. He had stopped speaking to Paula after that. He was afraid of what she may hear in his mind. He had ignored her phone calls, and wrote a letter to Poo. Poo was the only one Ness communicated with, only through letter though.
The letter he wrote was simple a concise. He simply wanted Poo to inform the others that he is fine, and they will never hear from him again. They didn’t. But all things come to an end, every one, even Ness knew that.

Twoson Present Day-

“I miss him Jeff.” Paula huffed into the phone. “I need to see him, and we know he needs us.”
Jeff nodded from his seat within his lab before realizing Paula could not see his nod. “Of course.”
“That is why I need you to do me this one favor.” Paula whispered into the phone, as though her entire plan rested on this one fact staying a secret.
In one short breath Jeff replied, “You know this is a poor choice in ideas. Theoretically speaking of course, but if Ness were to believe this were real, it could cause continued psychological damage to his already battered neural cortex. Hypothetically speaking.”
Paula could hear a pen clicking as she tried to understand what Jeff had just said. “You are clicking your pen again.” She replied, for lack of a better retort.
“My apologies.” Jeff fumbled with the pen a moment before it clattered to the floor.
Paula giggled for a moment.
Jeff laughed a moment to before sobering. “It is good to hear you express joy once more. Time has been difficult with its dealings with you Paula.”
“Thanks. I think.” Paula sighed before plastering a forced smile upon her face. “Just do it, please?”
But before Jeff could reply, she hurriedly exclaimed into the phone. “The children are here, I must go. Bye Jeff. Do it. Please? Bye!” * Click *
“Damn her plan. There is only a chance of… click click click… .02% of this plan working in our favor. If my calculations are correct Bubblemonkey!” Jeff ranted to his friend the Bubblemonkey as he tapped at his calculator.
“Eep! Eeeeep! POP! Eeep! Eep!” Bubblemonkey replied, before grabbing another handful of gum and stuffing it into his jaws.
“My sentiments exactly. Shall we?” Jeff replied with a sagely nod. Did we mention that he had also invented a simple cipher to translate the speech of Bubblemonkeys?

Onett Again –

Ness sat in the darkness of his room. His back pressed into the corner, the only light filtering in through his blinds leaving a razor like swatch of yellow that cut through his room and landed on his arms. How ironic. The dim razor like lights illuminating the razor blade injuries that were quickly seeping blood onto the carpet. Oh mother nature, you and your irony! What will you think to do next you crafty bitch?
“It looks like gold.” Ness choked out as he watched his life force slowly drain from his body. “I am ready.” He sighed contentedly as he leaned his back against the cool wall, waiting for death to come to him.
Remember how crafty of a bitch mother nature was? Well, she wasn’t done yet. At that moment, the stars aligned, the sun flared, and somewhere, someone rolled a twenty on a twenty-sided die.
“Ness?” The voice called softly. “Ness? Wake up Ness.” It was so soft.
“Am I dead? Are you an angel?” Ness rolled his head to the side, his mouth slightly agape, one eye barely open.
“No Ness.” The beautiful feminine voice continued.
“Am I in hell?” Ness choked as spittle flowed from the corner of his mouth, his head teetering dangerously close to tipping over.
“No.” She continued. “I am here to stop you from making a terrible mistake.”
“To late.” He coughed.
“It is never to late.” She giggled.