GuiltyGlitchGamer

A TPoH fanfic Two long shadows stretched out onto one side of the path. Their unnatural shapes distorted and shifted every time they hit one of the half dead trees. The shorter shadow lagged behind as its owner, an eight year old brunette in a simple hoodie, studied the leafless branches above. When the two shadows were five yards apart, the taller one ahead stopped, and turned around. His peculiar silhouette against the ground matched his surreal appearance; short stature, cane in hand, and an old fashioned TV for a head. "Come along, Hero," RGB adjusted the cuff of his sleeve as he spoke. "We don't have time to dilly dally." "Dillydally

  "M-Manny,"  gasps Tooth. "W-What are you doing here?"    The stout man attempts to put on a friendly smile, but it appears more disheartening than affectionate. He acknowledges North, settled abaft with the same dismal countenance. North indicates his palm towards the train room behind him.    "Come. Ve have some explehning to do."    The Guardians plod into the icy train room. The morning's blinding glow extinguishes the tiny, trembling flares of a couple dozen caramel-colored candles. At least a dozen more are balanced on the rafters made of assorted walnut tones. An aroma of hot wax and stale fruitcake drifts around shelves stocked

The office was a flurry of activity when I entered. No doubt it had been this way ever since the Endeavour entered a stable orbit. Two centuries of planning, prep and endless waiting, and for the first time, mankind had reached another star. “Rosen?” A hard voice called across the medley of movement and chatter. “Here, sir,” I called back and hurried over to Doctor Lindborn. “You’re late. Take this and get into the observation room. We need to prep you for entanglement.” A swipe across his tablet sent a chart from his screen to mine. I nodded and left, weaving between rows of desks and technicians

Red sensors rotated and his gears resonated within him. He could hear the mass silence that echoed endlessly; no wind wafting through trees or horns blaring… - only ghosts. He sensed the crunch of metal and rust grinding and the clank of disused limbs popping into place. The mechanics of his body had forgotten basic processes… - and he felt ancient. Saved recordings worked through his hard-drive like memories reminding him of times with oceans of cities, flocks of humans, and towers so tall he could stand next to them and be called… - brother. The lenses of his eyes fluttered and a new world was upon him; the sun