TRAPPED Chapter 1
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've had this story in my head for ages now, and I'm having Writer's Block for many of my other stories. So this is what you guys get. :P Definitely a long story-arch for this one. This Chapter is pretty short, but Chapter 2 is nearly done, so I expect to have that done by tomorrow.
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The flame-emblazoned ship zooming through the inky void of space wasn't on any schedule today. Inside, an adorable little alien with a rather peculiar mustache quietly snored away. He had set the ship for autopilot, destined for a resort planet a few systems away. He had deserved the break, considering how many hours he was putting into his job.
Meap opened his eyes blearily to the sound of the ship's calm notification system. A beep the volume of a buzzing bee brought him to his senses. He sat up straight and looked over his controls.
Unidentified object in nearing proximity: 750 meters
On the radar it showed nothing but a rather small dot, sitting in the expanse of space. Meap knew better than to suspect the least or worst. He sped up his engines and squinted into the space ahead, only a mere curiosity moving him forward.
Unidentified object in nearing proximity: 650 meters
Meap was going terribly slow now, looking around confusedly. If his radar was correct, the object was still sitting, unmoving.
His eyes caught something in the distance. It wasn't just space rock, whatever it was.
With a metallic body, though. The red dwarf star of their current galaxy reflected the light brilliantly. How did he not see it before...?
Seeing it now, it looked more like an art project rather than any form of living or robotic creature. The metal... and possibly what looked like glass twisted and bent and patched together in a horribly messy manner, somehow all coming together to form what would be a very thin, tall, scarecrows figure.
Something so oddly human looking shouldn't be so far away from the Milky Way galaxy. Something wasn't right. Whatever it was, it was making zero effort at communication. He supposed it wasn't alive, or it's energy drain died out.
He could have sworn it moved, but it could have just been the way the
light shined over it.
"...Open up communications. Milky Way Galaxy, Earth, Phineas Flynn and Ferb Fletch-"
Was it laughing? Not that he could hear it.
Suddenly its arms uncurled into winding metal and wires, propelling them out toward the windshield, all in a matter of seconds.
A horrible sucking sound was the last thing he heard. Its smiling face was the last thing he saw.
Phineas stared at the screen before him, hugging his knees involuntarily, half beneath the covers of his bed. He had gotten the call from Meap only moments ago. Only three seconds later and the screen was black again.
What did he just see?
He pressed a button on the side of his bed stand, and the retractable screen folded away beneath it neatly. He fell back on to his pillow again and sorted out what the transmission meant. He'd wake up Ferb the moment he could grasp a good description of the visual.
There was Meap. Just a flash of Meap- looking shocked- followed by an incredibly overwhelming whooshing sound and a annoyingly confusing mesh of static. Considering the extremely high chance that Meap was traveling between planets, a whooshing sound would not be a good thing to hear. It usually meant a leak in oxygen.
A voice in the back of Phineas' head was telling him that he might have just seen Meap's last moments.
The oblivious and positive part of him decided to drown that annoying voice out.
He sat up again and dropped his feet to the floor, sitting on the side of his raft to look at a sleeping Ferb.
"Ferb?" Phineas whispered. He didn't feel good about waking up his brother at such a late hour, but he'd feel worse if he woke anyone else up. Could this wait until morning? No, Ferb would prefer to know right away.
Phineas stood up and suddenly felt shaky. He was sleepy, but what was really making him unbalanced was the adrenaline rushing through him. He walked his way through the dark of the room to the sleeping Ferb.
"Feeeeerb," Phineas whispered. Ferb rolled on to his back and squinted his eyes open.
"Meap just called."
Ferb was full attention now, sitting up in his bed, eyes focused on Phineas. The orange-haired boy continued. "It only lasted three seconds though. I can't really tell what happened."
Ferb crawled out of bed, walking slowly across the room to Phineas' bedside table. He opened up the electrical panel beneath the hidden door of the wood, messing with the wiring. Phineas knew what he was doing; going into it's data to recover the transmission. He could have done it himself, now that he thought of it. Nevertheless, the screen retracted again, and Ferb looked toward it. Phineas stood next to Ferb.
There was Meap, preparing to speak, then looking up in shock. A shattering and whooshing sound came from off screen. Then the screen went black.
Ferb was clutching the wires he was still holding rather tight. His face was still blank, except that he looked a bit confused. Phineas didn't blame him.
Ferb tapped the wires together, sparking. The video replayed. He replayed it again. And again. And again. After a few times of this, he fiddled with more wires, eventually finding a way to pause and slow it down frame by frame.
They watched it frame by frame. It worried Phineas even more that Ferb was taking this so seriously. It meant that they were both coming to the same conclusions.
"There," Ferb said. He had paused it. Phineas awoke from his stupor to look more carefully at the screen.
Ferb was pointing to a mesh of metal twisting into the view of the screen, resembling a thin, spider like hand.