stories and stuff from Coral Nulla

Month: December 2014

[From the archives] /r/writingprompts: “[EU] The Pokemon have invented a Pokeball capable of capturing a human.”

[2016-03-24: I thought I’d track down old stories I wrote for /r/writingprompts… I remember linking each story to each other in the original posts, but apparently for this one, the only one I could remember enough of to track down, I didn’t do so. The only other one I can remember was about someone… I think their mum disappeared? And somehow they ended up on Mars? Wait, there was something to do with a wallet or a photo or something, that was the prompt… Maybe I’ll be able to find it.]

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Everyone cheers the Pokémon on.

“Who shall we test it on?” I ask, glad that I could assist in the creation of this new Pokéball.

“How about…”

Everyone tenses in anticipation. Red? Ash? Or someone less obvious?

They all point towards me.

I halt for a brief moment, and then start running. They’re going to test it on me. The player. And I’m not going to let that happen.

But the Pokéball whizzes towards me. I jump and try to dodge it, but I’m cornered. I’m dragged into it, screaming and shouting desperately for them to reconsider this, to let me go…

Next thing I know, I’m thrown out into battle.

“Go, HUMAN!”

What?

A huge flame rips through the air towards me. I look up to be met by a towering Charizard. It’s hot… so very hot…

“HUMAN fainted!”

I’m back out again, this time in a pen within some kind of scientific facility. I see a sign on the wall and realise that I’m in a different region entirely. What’s been happening in between the jumps?

“Hmm… Very interesting…” says a scientist, a professor of some sort, “So is this… Pokéfication… a side effect of the Pokéball or something else entirely?”

“Well, our investigations suggest that really, humans are not all that different from Pokémon.”

“Shall we record you in the Pokédex then?”

As the professor tries to get out the Pokédex to record me, he fumbles and drops the Pokéball into my pen.

I smile with glee as I notice that there are more of the Pokéballs in the corner.

“Oh no! Oh no you don’t!”

But really, having your own team of humans to use in battle is quite fun.

[From the archives] /r/writingprompts: You meet yourself online. Their life is your life.

THEN

It’s uncanny. Terrifying. But I have to be surer than 99%.

So I send a private message to the account. “Are your initials BD? Because I’m sure I know you.”

And in a few minutes, I get the reply. “Yes. My name is Benjamin Davidson. And you are..?”

I think what to put. I decide to lie. Put one of my friends. Because he’ll know them.

“I’m your friend Tim.”

“Oh! Hi, Tim. How are you?”

“Good, thanks.”

“You’re not really Tim, are you?”

“What? How do you know? Oh… he’d never talk to me like that.”

No! No no no! But it’s too late. I’ve already sent it.

“You? Who are you really?”

“I’m… I’m you.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes we are.”

“I know who you really are.”

Well I don’t. Do enlighten… me.

“You’re Thomas. Remember? Actually, you won’t.”

“What?”

“You were in a crash. Your brain was damaged. I was there.”

You’d think it would trigger a load of memories. But it didn’t.

“Okay, I’m going to go now, okay..?”

I close the lid of the laptop.

NOW

I never knew what really happened there. As far as I was concerned, I had never been in an accident.

But now I know.

I sit in front of the website. Freshly invented.

“TimeTravelWeb – send messages to yourself back in time!”

SOON

Oddly enough, I’m the only person ever to get to use it. The servers must have blown up or something. Oh well. They’re working on sending back actual people and things now.

[From the archives] /r/writingprompts: The Mars Rover randomly discovers something shocking on Mars. It’s your identity card and other various items that are evidently yours.

I lock myself in my room. I shut off social media. I’m not dealing with anyone’s questions until I’m ready.

I stare at the pictures released, again and again. I look at them on every screen, print them on paper, just stare at them because I can’t believe that this is real.

I sigh and look away from the pictures, down at the ground. I try to remember anything, anything at all that could give me a clue as to why my ID card, my keys, the photo I keep of my mum… Why they’re on the planet Mars.

I rule out alien abduction. I’m sure something would seem odd in my memory. When did I last see these items? When could they have been taken?

It occurs to me that I should still have these items. I go over to the door and unlock it. I sneak around the house, and in a quarter of an hour I’m sure that my card, keys, photo and wallet are gone.

I lock myself in my room again. My brother managed to shout some questions at me, but I ignored him. But I saw his face. And he’s very, very concerned.

I can’t decide which is worse. The fact that my face is being broadcast around the world or the fact that my things are gone. I pick up the photo again.

And that’s when I see it. I couldn’t see it before because I was in too much shock. But now it’s there, staring at me.

There’s a mark on my face in the photo on the ID card. It was never there before. And then I see the photo and realise that the mark is on my mum as well.

It’s kind of like a scratch, a little zigzag. And I can honestly say that I’ve never seen it before in my life, and it certainly wasn’t on the photos before.

I rub my face absentmindedly. My fingers catch something.

No.

It can’t be.

I look for a mirror, something reflective, anything. And when I do, I see it and it becomes real.

The mark is on my actual face.

I throw the mirror across the room and tear up the photos, screaming, crying, finally losing it completely. And something that rushes through my mind is that I never found out what happened to my mum.

Why she died.

They can hear my terror. They’re bashing on the door. They’re breaking it down, getting me out of here. But I run to the window instead and smash myself out through it. There’s nothing to break my fall.

I awake, I don’t know how many days or hours later, in hospital. I’m being tended to. The nurse sees my eyes open.

“You’ll be okay,” they reassure, “You’ve got some pretty bad injuries, but we’re fixing them up. You’re also being assessed for brain damage.”

They beckon someone over. I recognise this person. Who is she?

“Don’t worry. It’s okay. They’re censoring the images. Nobody knows about you now.”

The voice. I’m sure I know it, but my mind is still dazed and muddled and my head hurts from what must be the fall.

I stare at her face. But I don’t recognise her. Instead, I recognise the mark on her face.

On everyone’s faces.

I get up, through back the covers and run out of bed to the window. I pull back the curtain.

And behind the curtain is a vast, red world.

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