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The court was alive with people (and animals, if you will) talking amongst themselves.
“Can you believe it?”
“He must be insane…”
“There’s cake after this, right?” (This voice belonged to Polka.)
Suddenly, everything died down as the courtroom doors flew open. Two guards walked in, escorting a medium height, scruffy blonde man. A small yellow mouse walked behind him, carrying several papers in her mouth. The man and mouse took their seats at the front of the room, facing the judge.
The judge slammed her large mallet on to her desk “EVERYBODY STFU!!!”
O.O Silence.
“Ahem… thank you, non-working citizens! As many of you know, I am the commander of the hard-working GALACTIC COMMAND! … and you all are important too, but today we do not boast about that. We are here to see what this foolish man has to say for himself!”
A polar bear stood up towards the back. “I’m sorry, somehow I thought this was the ice cream convention. I think I missed it…”
Brian hopped up. “Next door down on the right, down the hallway, take a right at the end, and it’ll be the blue door on your left!”
Sitting right next to Brian, Spyke did a face palm. “You would know…”
“STFU!!” the commander slammed her mallet into the desk until it started to splinter.
Silence.
“You non-working citizens are very chatty this evening… anyhow, ONTO OUR CASE! Tonight we will be looking into the crime this man who-does-not-work-for-me before us has committed… assassination of the Chimera!”
Gasps and moans… (wait, no moans. Definitely wrong sound effect.)
“Assassination of the Chimera is punishable with more assassination… aka, death!”
Even more gasps and… grunts? Hell, make up a sound effect yourself.
The blonde man remained silent.
“Alright, the lawyer in defense of this non-worker can say some stuff now… what’s your name again? Pikachu?”
“Pika-pi!” exclaimed Pikachu.
“Oh, sorry. Little more emphasis on the ‘u.’ Well, go ahead and start, hard-working lawyer.”
“Pika-pi pi pikachu! Chu chu pika! Chuuu…. Pika pi! Pika-”
The judge slammed her mallet into the desk. “Excuse me, miss, but could you please fix your accent? We can’t understand what the hell you’re saying.”
Pikachu cleared her throat. “Ahem… pardon my speech impediment, your honor. Will this do?”
The judge was taken aback. “Uhhh… yeah.”
“Thank you. As I was saying, my client here has no evidence to be used against him in this case. There was clearly a misunderstanding of our single witness whom-”
“OBJECTION!”
All the heads in the room turned to see a short boy with a staff walk into the room. He took his place at the opposing table.
“The name’s Kromen. And I’ve never heard so many lies in my entire life!”
The judge slammed her mallet. “WHO THE F*** ARE YOU!?”
“… Kromen. Protagonist of an uncompleted story Nick Gary started back in 5th grade.”
“Oh… yeah. You work pretty hard don’t you?”
“… I suppose so?”
“Alrighty then! CONTINUE!”
Kromen got up and pointed to Nick Gary. “I CALL YOU TO THE WITNESS STAND, MISTER NICK GARY!”
The blonde man slowly got to his feet and made his way to the witness stand. He practically fell into the seat and kept his head hung low.
“So, Mr. Gary… it’s a pretty crappy day, is it not? Thunderstorms all day long, maybe some hail, etc. Miserable… don’t you agree?”
“…”
“Let’s think for a moment on who provides us with good weather, for the figments of your imagination… is it not the Chimera? Oh, but wait, he isn’t here anymore, is he?”
Pikachu hopped up, “Your honor, I don’t think this approach has-”
Mallet slam. “STFU mouse. Kromen, continue.”
“Thanks, your honor.”
Pikachu scowled.
“As I was saying, the Chimera is a vital part of our world, Mr. Gary. It gives us life. It fuels us. Gives us happiness. But you found a reason to kill it… why?”
“…”
“Oh, but I think I know why. Things weren’t to your liking! You sought a reason to ‘grow up’ per say, and took out the one thing preventing you from doing that… the Chimera!”
Gasps and fwoops. Yes, fwoops. That is now considered an emotion one displays when in shock. Get use to it.
“…”
“But you made a mistake, Mr. Gary. Over the years, you have become too reliant on the Chimera. Most people grow up and their Chimera grows with them… either that, or the Chimera dies completely. Unfortunately, you had become too attached to yours, but it wasn’t growing with you. And now… look at yourself.”
“…”
“You killed it… you really did…”
An awkward silence settled over the crowd. No gasps or fwoops.
“Mr. Gary… we… we use to be friends, did we not? Remember back in 5th grade, the story you wrote about me… heh… I was an elementary school kid, who one day discovered a way to access another world… and… and I became a wizard!”
The judge laid her mallet on the desk.
“Heh… it was funny… just like the humor you use write with… heh, and Ritz… before she became the character she is now, she was my partner on the adventure… a quiet swordsman… so focused in her work, she had no time for laughter and games… but towards the end of the story, I forced a smile out of her… and it was beautiful… so beautiful…”
Silence.
The judge picked her mallet back up and slammed it on the desk. “Sir Kromen! Finish what you have to say! You have taken up an entire page of Microsoft Word text!”
“Ahem… yes, your honor.” Kromen faced Nick Gary. “You know what you did… that is all I have to say.”
Kromen returned to his seat.
Brian jumped up in the audience. “Stop being mean to Nick! He didn’t know what he was doing! He’s only 18… like the Red Hot Chili Peppers song! ‘She’s ooooonly eight teeeen, doooon liiiike the rooolin stooones…’”
Mallet slam. “SILENCE!”
Gasps and fwoops.
“This is getting annoying, especially since none of you are working right now!” The judge turned to Nick. “MR. GARY! I sentence you to death! … God bless your soul and all that jazz… end of case!”
Mallet slam.
Two guards came in and dragged the blonde man from the witness stand.
People murmured amongst themselves again. They slowly filed out the front doors and went their separate ways. Two boys remained and stared at the empty room.
“So… Brian…” Spyke looked at his friend. “Looks like it’s back to you and me…”
Brian stared at the witness stand. “… what’s happening, Spyke?”
“Hm?”
Brian turned his focus to a window, displaying the raging storm outside. “… this isn’t the way it’s suppose to be. We were supposed to be famous! Nick told us about it, back in the day! He would jump on his bed with you and me and would say ‘One day, I’m gonna write a book about you guys and we’ll be famous! Just like the British lady who wrote Harry Potter!’ But… that never happened.”
Spyke looked out the window as well. “You’re right… this isn’t the way things are suppose to be. Perhaps we don’t have to be famous, but Nick is just… dead…”
“… what do we do, Spyke?”
“… let’s go help him out.”
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