Chippy's Adventure: International Threat

By Derp Orang

“Ugh, my head...” Our protagonist suddenly woke up in a black void of nothingness. He looked around, desperate to find something that could explain to him what was going on, but there was nothing at all. He was the only thing floating around in an empty space.

After a few seconds, his mild headache turned into a pounding one that wouldn’t stop. Mere seconds after gaining consciousness for the first time, he was already in pain. He held his head and put pressure on it to try and make it stop, but the pain wouldn’t lessen. He fought through the headache and continued to question what was happening to him.

“Am I about to be born? No, That doesn’t make sense. If I were a baby, then I wouldn’t know how to talk.” He looked down at his body, and it certainly wasn’t the body of a baby. He attempted to move around and his body obeyed him. His arms and legs moved everywhere he commanded them, but that didn’t help him out much. He was having trouble focusing on anything but his headache. Everything he did seemed to make it worse, and he couldn’t identify the cause of it.

“Maybe going back to sleep will fix this. Being asleep was better than being awake, anyway.” He shifted around in the void. There seemed to be no gravity, so he was able to comfortably get into any position with ease.

“This is more like it.” He was now in a position that mimicked relaxing in a sun chair. He’d be asleep in no time like this, and he hoped that going to sleep would fix this horrid pain.

Eventually, he closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him. He wasn’t sure how long he slept, but it was certainly a long time, even though he just woke up mere minutes ago. He then woke up sweating, he was feeling much hotter than when he went to sleep. This was even worse. He couldn’t do anything to cool himself off since he wasn’t wearing any clothes to begin with. What was causing this?

“What’s that?” He finally saw something in the distance rather than nothingness. Instead of just an empty void, he saw a ball made up of a few colors. There were various shades of white, blue, and green painting the shape all over.

He looked all around the small sphere that was ahead of him, taking in all of the bumps and cracks that were dotted in different spots around it. For some reason, though, it seemed to be growing rapidly.

“Wait, that’s not just a ball…” Everything then clicked together in his brain. He wasn’t hot for no reason, and inanimate spheres didn’t usually grow. He was plummeting towards planet Earth like a meteorite, and he was only going to keep speeding up.

He desperately racked his brain for solutions to the problem at hand. Even if he survived flames engulfing him as he entered the atmosphere, there was no way that he’d survive the impact. One thing did come to mind, though. He had to be dreaming right now. He hadn’t even thought about the fact that he would die in a few seconds in space anyway. He noticed that he hadn’t even been breathing.

“This is just a dream, isn’t it?” He laughed at his own fear. Why would he be falling towards Earth? That didn’t make any logical sense. Even if he didn’t remember it right now, he was likely just a normal guy sleeping in a bed somewhere. He then closed his eyes and let the peace of sleep overtake him once more. At least he had found something he was good at: being able to sleep without any trouble.

When he came around again, he was in even worse pain than before. While his head still pulsed in pain, he now had scars and burns all over his body. It seemed trying to avoid the problems made them worse. Now, he was under the full force of gravity and could feel all of its limitations. It almost felt crushing, despite it being what he assumed was ordinary. Perhaps only knowing what floating in space felt like caused this.

He looked all around him. It seemed that he had crashed into Earth, which caused all of his wounds and pains. He was surrounded by the walls of a large, strangely smooth crater. Had he made it? He slowly stood up, his legs shaky under the new gravity that was pressuring them. How had he survived that fall? Outside of the crater, he could see a few large buildings surrounding him; it seemed he had fallen into a city of some sort.

“Stand down and put your hands in the air!” Someone yelled at him from outside the crater. Our protagonist saw men in black vests and helmets surround the crater, and they pointed machines at him that looked to be very dangerous. He stared up at them, confused at what was going on. Why did all of these people point these machines at him?

Then, without any warning whatsoever, his first memory came to him: a memory from before he first woke up. It wasn’t actually much of a memory—but it was more of a flashback that his consciousness almost seemed to be transferred into. His sight now belonged to someone else; he was slightly shorter than usual, and the body seemed to overall feel a bit older as well.

The new body he now inhabited was surrounded by people with the same machines. They all aimed them at him, and small, metal pieces of shrapnel shot out. Our protagonist now remembered what the machines were called: they were guns and they shot bullets. His body was pierced everywhere by the bullets, but he didn’t feel any pain, only weakness. He could faintly see people pushing through the crowd of armed men, it seemed trying to get to him.

His new body collapsed onto the ground, and his eyes were nearly shut. He was blinded by a red substance that began to gather in his eyes, which he assumed to be blood. Past the red liquid, he could see five people leaning over him. All of them had concerned and worried looks on their faces.

Our protagonist then snapped back to reality. What was that all about? He didn’t think memories should come back that strong. Was it even a memory? If it didn’t take place in his own body, then was it really his? Before he could continue to question what just happened, he realized that he was still being aimed at by over a hundred soldiers; he could feel heat from the spots on his skin where several laser pointers gathered together.

“H—hey! We don’t have to be enemies! Come on, let’s do something fun!” He thought of potential fun activities that these serious-looking people may enjoy doing. He couldn’t think of much, though, as most of his knowledge of the world was limited to very few things outside of what he had seen. However, there was one activity that had seemingly randomly returned to his memory.

He began to move his hips in tune with a beat that didn’t exist. He snapped his fingers and whistled to create a sort of simple song that could be followed by anyone.

“Come on, let’s dance!” Our protagonist began to dance around. While he had never danced before, it looked as if he had been doing it for years. Even he himself wasn’t entirely sure how he knew how to dance so well, but he wasn’t complaining. Surprisingly, the guards didn’t shoot him. Instead, they just stood there, watching him.

One guard began snapping his fingers along with him, then he started to follow along with the dance. While he didn’t perform nearly as well as the original dancer, he still danced along with him.

“See? I told you that it would be fun!” Our protagonist continued to happily dance along with the song he had created. More and more guards started to drop their weapons and join along with his dance, and eventually, they all joined in with synchronized dancing. Everyone was having a good time.

“Let’s all join together with the power of dance!” He yelled out. There was a beautiful song of whistles and snaps coming from the crowd of soldiers. It sounded like a professionally made melody that would take years to master. Everyone was dancing happily except for two select people.

These two men stood unmoving at the edge of the crater and were dressed from head to toe in black. They weren’t like the other soldiers—they wore suits and had heavily shaded sunglasses. They almost looked like twins with how similarly they were dressed.

“Looks like psychic suggestion to me, John,” one of the two men said.

“Exactly what I thought. Give me the dart.” John commanded the other man to get a weapon, so he did. These two men had their shirts laced in a special material that made them resistant to strong waves of energy throughout the air, including those released by the minds of other people. John grabbed the dart and loaded it into what looked to be a pistol. He aimed it at the naked, dancing invader at the base of the crater and put his finger on the trigger.

“Come on, sir. Experience the magic of dance with us!” our protagonist yelled out to the two not dancing, but they were unaffected. John sighed and pulled the trigger. The dart shot out and headed straight for the man’s neck. It pierced right into a major vein and released chemicals into his bloodstream.

“Nice shot!” The unnamed man complimented the dart shot that John had made.

“No, Jerry. I could have aimed up just a little bit more…” John analyzed his shot from far away and determined that it could have been slightly better. “I’m getting too old for this…” John muttered to himself

“It’ll have the same effect, regardless of where you hit him,” Jerry said. John put his pistol into a holster that was attached to his belt and crossed his arms. He sighed after Jerry spoke, he was quite different from him. Jerry was a little looser and didn’t mind a few things being different, but John always tried to do things the same way.

“Ow, what was that for?!” Our protagonist pulled out the dart that hit his neck, and a small amount of blood dripped from it. He began to feel sleepy again, which he thought was weird. He had already slept twice recently, and he felt like he needed to again?

“You guys keep dancing. I’m gonna take a nap.” He then collapsed, and as soon as he did, everyone stopped dancing. They had been put under some kind of spell. None of them knew why they had ignored all of their training, and they all cringed when they realized that they had been dancing. John and Jerry then carefully made their way down the crater. It was only a matter of time before a large crowd of civilians would gather.

“I want all of you working on filling this hole in, and somebody, please get this man some clothes!” John commanded his soldiers around as he looked over the body of the now asleep dancer. He looked like a normal person, but he certainly wasn’t.

Jerry hefted the sleeping man over his shoulder and carried him to a nearby helicopter. With the man subdued, Jerry didn’t need to worry about them hurting him. He speedily walked towards the vehicle, They needed to get out of there.

“You know, Jerry, you have to stop touching anomalous subjects without any protection. One of them might infect you with something.” Jerry rolled his eyes and continued carrying Chippy.

“He looks like a normal guy, he won’t do anything that’ll hurt me.”