Post by Purple Juppie on Mar 17, 2012 10:02:11 GMT -5
I have no idea if this is the right place to post or not, but when I was a member at the UB Funkeys' Forum on the site, I wrote a fanfiction by the name of "The Wind-Up Sprocket". I wanted to re-write it, since I loved the story and lot of people seemed to like it.
WARNING: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS LATER ON.
Without further ado, here's the prologue!:
“Twinkle!”
A young Twinx was playing in her backyard. She turned to look at her father, who was calling her from inside, and ran over.
“Papa! What is it?” she asked excitedly, walking into their small home.
Twinkle stopped in her tracks, and her large eyes widened in surprise as she saw the familiar figure of the great Dr. Tinker.
“Twinkle, I'd like you to meet someone,” her father, a Scratch, explained. He slightly nudged her into the direction of the doctor, who was sitting at their kitchen table drinking tea. “And I think you know who it is.”
Not knowing what to do, Twinkle stood there in awe. The great Dr. Tinker, in HER kitchen? It was too much for her six-year-old brain to take in.
Dr. Tinker chuckled. “It's okay, you can say something.” There was still not response from Twinkle.
Getting up from his chair, Dr. Tinker walked into the hallway and grabbed a box. He held in out to Twinkle. “Open it,” he said, smiling.
Still in a trance, she took the box from him, grunting slightly when she realized how heavy it was. She placed it on the floor and opened the flaps of cardboard.
Twinkle squealed in delight when she saw what was inside; a small, wind-up Sprocket. Its metal was made of a jet-black, iron-like material, no bigger than a computer monitor. The small robot's eyes were a blank blue.
“He was the first one I made,” the doctor explained. “Take good care of him for me.”
Twinkle nodded, and gave him a big hug.
Twelve years later, Twinkle never forgot that day. She longed to see him again, but he was dead, gone with the destruction of the portals.
Or was he?
WARNING: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS LATER ON.
Without further ado, here's the prologue!:
“Twinkle!”
A young Twinx was playing in her backyard. She turned to look at her father, who was calling her from inside, and ran over.
“Papa! What is it?” she asked excitedly, walking into their small home.
Twinkle stopped in her tracks, and her large eyes widened in surprise as she saw the familiar figure of the great Dr. Tinker.
“Twinkle, I'd like you to meet someone,” her father, a Scratch, explained. He slightly nudged her into the direction of the doctor, who was sitting at their kitchen table drinking tea. “And I think you know who it is.”
Not knowing what to do, Twinkle stood there in awe. The great Dr. Tinker, in HER kitchen? It was too much for her six-year-old brain to take in.
Dr. Tinker chuckled. “It's okay, you can say something.” There was still not response from Twinkle.
Getting up from his chair, Dr. Tinker walked into the hallway and grabbed a box. He held in out to Twinkle. “Open it,” he said, smiling.
Still in a trance, she took the box from him, grunting slightly when she realized how heavy it was. She placed it on the floor and opened the flaps of cardboard.
Twinkle squealed in delight when she saw what was inside; a small, wind-up Sprocket. Its metal was made of a jet-black, iron-like material, no bigger than a computer monitor. The small robot's eyes were a blank blue.
“He was the first one I made,” the doctor explained. “Take good care of him for me.”
Twinkle nodded, and gave him a big hug.
Twelve years later, Twinkle never forgot that day. She longed to see him again, but he was dead, gone with the destruction of the portals.
Or was he?