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Okay, this is my first time posting any of my work here. I hope you guys like this.
This is a fan fiction for a TV show called "Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go!" Since I'm guessing most of you are going "HUH?" at the title, I guess I should fill you guys in a little. All you need to know about the show to understand the gyst of this is that the character this focusses on is a ghost forced to live in a fully mechanic body, and is a member of a team made of the main characters. Comments are greatly appreciated.
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He stood by the old tube on a cold November morning. As the world continued around him, his mind seemed stopped on one thing.
It was a helmet; his helmet; his old helmet. Green wires lined its insides and a white line disrupted the black covering its exterior.
He missed it on his head. He looked to the other tubes surrounding his. More tubes, more helmets. He clenched his fist tightly.
It wasnt like this was new to him. They had gone a while ago. It wasnt sad either. They knew the stories; the stories that told of a savior, salvation, and a life after this. He had told them, and they had all listened. No, grief wasnt to blame for his anger.
It was jealousy.
He looked to the sky, and out at the stars that were still visible in the highest parts, risen above the gold lining that was slowly pushing them away. He wanted to know what it was like to be up there, just like they did.
It wasnt knowing how to live that was the problem. He knew his duty as a hero. He had shown this several times and so had his comrades. Together, they had fulfilled their duties of this world and watched for years before death as the planet lived in peace. They considered this their reward.
Death. Death was what he didnt understand. He didnt know how to die. A soul trapped in a shell made to last forever was him in a nutshell, and he hated it. He would sometimes enter battles with a secret hope that that shell would be torn apart to the point his soul would have to leave it behind. But his wishes were not the important ones. He wasnt the one in control after all, and he was fine with that. That didnt mean he understood it though.
What was the point of remaining here? Had he not achieved something still? Was there another adventure he was destined to face? How was he supposed to do it without them? He had watched them begin their greater journey on by one.
It will be nice to see Nova again. The last had said as he had gotten ready to leave. I miss the kid, and the others too. The last thing he muttered as his shell emptied was See you soon.
But what was his idea of soon? How long till soon? He didnt understand soon at all.
But, maybe looking for soon was just a waste of time. It wasnt his job to know when soon was, and he couldnt control it either. No mortal could tell him when soon was.
So, he placed a gear by the tubes and left them yet again. He made a promise to stop wasting time searching for soon. Maybe, he thought, soon was right around the corner.
And thats when the stars fell.
This is a fan fiction for a TV show called "Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go!" Since I'm guessing most of you are going "HUH?" at the title, I guess I should fill you guys in a little. All you need to know about the show to understand the gyst of this is that the character this focusses on is a ghost forced to live in a fully mechanic body, and is a member of a team made of the main characters. Comments are greatly appreciated.
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He stood by the old tube on a cold November morning. As the world continued around him, his mind seemed stopped on one thing.
It was a helmet; his helmet; his old helmet. Green wires lined its insides and a white line disrupted the black covering its exterior.
He missed it on his head. He looked to the other tubes surrounding his. More tubes, more helmets. He clenched his fist tightly.
It wasnt like this was new to him. They had gone a while ago. It wasnt sad either. They knew the stories; the stories that told of a savior, salvation, and a life after this. He had told them, and they had all listened. No, grief wasnt to blame for his anger.
It was jealousy.
He looked to the sky, and out at the stars that were still visible in the highest parts, risen above the gold lining that was slowly pushing them away. He wanted to know what it was like to be up there, just like they did.
It wasnt knowing how to live that was the problem. He knew his duty as a hero. He had shown this several times and so had his comrades. Together, they had fulfilled their duties of this world and watched for years before death as the planet lived in peace. They considered this their reward.
Death. Death was what he didnt understand. He didnt know how to die. A soul trapped in a shell made to last forever was him in a nutshell, and he hated it. He would sometimes enter battles with a secret hope that that shell would be torn apart to the point his soul would have to leave it behind. But his wishes were not the important ones. He wasnt the one in control after all, and he was fine with that. That didnt mean he understood it though.
What was the point of remaining here? Had he not achieved something still? Was there another adventure he was destined to face? How was he supposed to do it without them? He had watched them begin their greater journey on by one.
It will be nice to see Nova again. The last had said as he had gotten ready to leave. I miss the kid, and the others too. The last thing he muttered as his shell emptied was See you soon.
But what was his idea of soon? How long till soon? He didnt understand soon at all.
But, maybe looking for soon was just a waste of time. It wasnt his job to know when soon was, and he couldnt control it either. No mortal could tell him when soon was.
So, he placed a gear by the tubes and left them yet again. He made a promise to stop wasting time searching for soon. Maybe, he thought, soon was right around the corner.
And thats when the stars fell.
