The Inexplicable Exploits of the Dork Corps

Part VII - Prairie Dog Day

(I'm gonna give this my best shot. As I said, I'm better at angst. This has a little angst but it's kind of glossed over... then again I might add some unnecessary s*** because I can.)

     Fire woke up from her averagely small amount of sleep and yawned languidly, smacking her lips and blearily looking about her. Silver sunlight dance down over her through the skylight and bathed her in a warm glow. It must be later in the morning as she wasn't woken by the hellish screeching of an alarm clock. She flipped over her comforter and slid out of her bed and onto the floor. She sprang up and opened her door to find a motley group of her friends sitting around the kitchen island. Nemesis was eating a soggy scone and Carter was wrinkling his nose at the sight. Kat and Shat were sitting on the floor with their backs to the refrigerator sharing a stack of pancakes doused in far too much syrup. The bickering of Neme and Carter was audible over the quiet mockery of the two adorable friends on the floor. 

     "Really I don't see how you can eat this soggy mess!"

     "It's not soggy, its soaked in tea. If you'd just try it, then you might like-"

     "No."

     "You really should just take a bite or-"

     "Nemesis. If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, I am never, ever going to eat that crap that you call breakfa-" Nemesis shoved a scone in his mouth. He tried to cough it up, but she clapped a hand over his mouth and he reluctantly chewed.

     "Oh my god," Shat whispered loudly, "They're practically married." they stole Kat's fork and chopped off a piece of chocolate chip pancake and swallowed it in one.

     "I know sheesh!" responded Kat, "Why can't they just kiss already." Shat loaded their fork again and shoved it towards Kat, who took a bite off the end of the fork.

     God they could be talking about themselves, thought Fire as she sauntered in. She rolled her eyes.

     "Did you miss me?"

     "But of course." sighed Kat dramatically. Fire made herself a bowl of cereal and sat in front of the television. Another boring day.

Woosh

     Fire woke up to silver sun filtering through the dusty skylight and bathing her in its glow. She yawned and slid out of her comforter and walked out of her room. She could hear her friends arguing from the kitchen and felt a strange sense of Deja vu. 

     "Really I don't see how you can eat this soggy mess!"

     "It's not soggy, its soaked in tea. If you'd just try it, then you might like-"

     "No."

     "You really should just take a bite or-"

     "Nemesis. If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, I am never, ever going to eat that crap that you call breakfa-" Nemesis shoved a scone in his mouth. okay, Fire was definitely feeling some weird sort of Deja vu... was this from a dream? She poured herself a bowl of cereal and shuddered as a cold draft blew through the room. A shadowy figure entered and pulsed out a wave knocking them all to the ground. Fire stood back up, but the four others didn't seem to stir. Perhaps they were unconscious, they couldn't be- Fire ran over and check Kat's neck for a pulse, then Shat, Nemesis and Carter were similarly unresponsive. She looked over the the figure, tears welling in her eyes and clinging to her lashes. 

     "Who are you!? What have you done to them!" she shouted over the screaming wind, "Why me! Why am I still left alive!"

     "Because," boomed the shadow in a perfectly uniform voice that was not to male or too female, "your dimension is an anomaly. Your friends are the only ones not together yet. The soulmates being unattached is splitting them in the other universes. I have placed you in a pocket dimension. Your task is to, as the young people say, 'fix them up'. It is tearing the fabric apart. This is shown clearly by the deaths of your friends, and they will continue to die until you get them together. Once a pair has been created, they will be transported back to your dimension. Your day will repeat until your task is done. Good luck trenchant one. And to answer your question, My name is A.I.D.A.N..." Fire's world turned to white as the figure waved a hand.