Bop (A Movellas fanfiction)

On coldest day and blackest night, One group will set out to rid the site of inappropriate fanfictions and nasty things, but they’re unaware of the trouble that brings A fruit has foretold of a ship that must be, a necessary pairing, if you will. Only together will they see, the way to this prophecy fulfill. Eight will meet, fight and joke, but only seven will return from the quest. One will hang between life and death, Another will save or give final rest.

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1. Chapter the First

    Eva sat down at her computer, a steaming cup of coffee on a coaster next to her. She flipped open the lid of her laptop and her computer whirred to life. The black screen lit up with a welcome message. Fingers poised to type, Eva logged in and immediately opened her word processor and web browser.

    She had an idea.

    With practiced strokes, Eva brought up www. movellas.com where her little picture floated in the corner next to her username, “Eva84”. As usual, there was much activity on the site: complaints, errors, glitches, compliments and questions. She didn’t have time to sort through it all now. Instead, she switched to her word processor and started to type. Eva had to get this sudden flow of words onto paper, or in this case, screen, before she lost it.

 

On coldest day and blackest night,

One group will set out to rid the site

of inappropriate fanfictions and nasty things,

but they’re unaware of the trouble that brings

 

A fruit has foretold of a ship that must be,

a necessary pairing, if you will.

Only together will they see,

the way to this prophecy fulfill.

 

Eight will meet, fight, and joke,

but only seven will return from the quest.

One will hang between life and death,

Another will save or give final rest.

 

Tia was the first.

 

---{}-{}-{}---

 

    Tia stepped out onto the luscious green grass, but didn’t feel it. A gentle breeze blew back her long brown hair, but she ignored it. The sun warmed her skin, but still Tia shivered. 

    She didn’t know where she was. She hardly knew who she was. Victoria. Tia. Yes, Tia was her name, but beyond that... There was something about writing, but she couldn’t quite remember-

    “BOP,” a voice that sounded a bit, but not entirely, like the actor Daniel Radcliffe said from behind her. She spun, finding herself face to face with a fairly tall, scrawny boy with a mop of curly dark hair. “Hio.”

    Tia blinked. “Hello?”

    “Hi.” The boy looked around as if his surroundings were merely mildly interesting, nothing more.

    “Um, who are you?” Tia asked.

    He turned back to her. “Oh, right, introductions. I’m Rod.”

    “Tia,” she replied, offering her hand. Rod looked at it for a moment, then shrugged. She let it drop. “Um, do you know how you got here?”

    “Not a clue. You?” he asked, tossing the flashlight in his hand aimlessly and wandering off in a random direction. It seemed as if nothing but fields surrounded them.

    “Nope. I don’t remember much, either.”

    “A website,” Rod blurted. “And Skype. I think Skype is possibly to blame for this. I’LL BURN YOU, SKYPE!” he yelled, thrusting his flashlight at nothing. Tia flinched back in mild horror.

    “Easy there. Er, what’s Skype?”

    Rod scratched his afro. “Dunno. But I’ll find out,” he muttered threateningly.

    “Right,” Tia said in a small voice. She was beginning to wish desperately that someone else was there to help her deal with this...person. 

    “I’m a fish,” Rod corrected.

    “What?” Tia asked. She hadn’t said that aloud. Had she?

    “You were looking at me funny, like I was from another planet,” Rod explained. “I’m not from another planet, regrettably, but I am a fish. The coolest, most awesome, greatest fish you’ll ever meet. The fish god, if you will.”

    At this point, Tia was practically praying for someone else to come along. “Er, okay, then...”

    “OW,” someone shouted angrily, stumbling in from behind. “God. Not very gentle, are they?”

    “Who?” Tia asked.

    The girl looked up with a scowl. “Who? That’s how you greet a random stranger? Not even ‘Hi, how are you? Is your ankle alright? Oh, and by the way, who are you?’? No, just ‘who?’?” she snapped testily.

    There was an awkward silence. “I think she meant ‘who’ as in who were you referring to when you said ‘they’?” Rod offered. “It’s the question of the hour: who put us here.” He gave a shrug. “I’m guessing the formalities would’ve come later.”

    Tia nodded in fervent agreement.

    “Oh,” the girl said with a frown. She dropped to the ground, rubbing her ankle. “Sorry, I’m just in a bit of a bad mood-”

    “Really? I had no idea,” Rod inserted.

    She shot him a glare. “I generally don’t take kindly to people forcing me places I don’t want to go with people I don’t want to meet,” she said.

    “Aw, thanks,” he replied. Tia stifled a grin.

    “Anyway,” the girl said through gritted teeth, “I don’t know who ‘they’ are. Who are you?”

    “I’m Tia, this is Rod,” Tia introduced. “Um, the fish god, apparently.” She gave him a nervous, sidelong glance.

    Rod nodded proudly. “And, if you don’t mind us asking this time, who are you?”

    The girl scrutinized them, brushing the short brown hair out of her eyes. “I’m not telling you my real name,” she said. “Who knows who might be watching. Call me Prodigy.”

    “Conceited much?” Rod muttered.

    Prodigy’s glare intensified. “Long story.” She examined her foot. “It would’ve helped if I wasn’t running when they whisked me away. Maybe I wouldn’t have twisted my ankle.”

    Suddenly, there was another figure behind them. Another girl.

    “Hi! I’m Myrah. Nice to meet you all!" She stuck out her hand towards the waiting group of people, letting it hang there for a few seconds before dropping it when nobody shuck. She bit her lip nervously, as she looked from person, to person, to person pretending to be a fish. "Or... Not." 

    There was a shocked silence, where everyone quickly tried to recover from Myrah's arrival.

    The silence was broken by Rod. Of course.

    "Hey! I'm Rod! Rodrigo, if you want to be formal, or you can call me the king of the fishes, the fish god, the-"

    "Ok, ok, ok!" Prodigy said, holding up a hand. "I think she gets the point... Rodimus, was it?

    "NO!" he replied immediately. "Rod's short for Rodrigo."

    "Right, well, I think she gets the point, Rodimus," Prodigy said with a satisfied smile. She examined her nails, pointedly ignoring Rod.

    He sputtered, "But... but... but... but FISH!" After a pause, Rod added, "This isn't over, Prodigiant."

    Prodigy sent him another furious glare, and he immediately quieted down.

    She turned to Myrah, who was obviously trying not to burst out laughing.

    "Basically what he's trying to say is that... he um, has a significant love for fish. . ." Prodigy's voice trailed away. Rod was crawling on the floor, sniffing the grass. Tia stood several feet away from him, looking mildly terrified.

    ". . . my fish senses are kicking in," he whispered. Prodigy, Tia and Myrah were silently observing. "Be quiet everyone- I'm trying to concentrate!"

    They watched in amusement as he made his way across the grass, occasionally sneezing as pollen grains darted about. He had covered several meters before stopping. All four people looked up.

    Another girl was standing there, drenched in water. She smelt faintly of pond-weed.

    Rod looked at her expectantly. "Are you a . . . fish?"

    The girl frowned, before her expression morphed into that of a concerned look. "Um, are you feeling okay?" she turned around, catching sight of Myrah, Tia and Prodigy. Instantly deciding that they looked relatively sane, or at least saner than the boy, she spoke to them. "Is he okay?"

    "I-I don't think so," replied Tia.

    The girl patted Rod on the back encouragingly. "I may not be a fish, but I'm sure you'll find others of your kind."

    Rod nodded.

    "Do you mind if we ask who you are?" Myrah spoke up.

    The girl turned to face her. ". . . why do you want to know? Who are you?"

    "Well, I'm Myrah." she said, "And this is Prodigy and Tia." 

    Rod spoke then. "I'm Rod- like, the most awesomest person you will ever meet." the girl nodded. "I should win an award for it." he added. The girl noticed that he sounded faintly like Daniel Radcliffe, although she felt it would be wise not to point this out.

    She sighed. "I suppose I should tell you my name, at least. I'm Chloe."

    Tia opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by a loud crashing sound in the distance.

    "What was that?" she asked.

    "No idea," muttered Prodigy, "But it doesn't sound good."

Without warning, a girl dressed entirely in red stumbled forwards, followed by her own personal marching band. Tia gestured to a boy clashing cymbals. "Well, we've found the source of the noise, at least." 

The boy, along with the rest of the marching band, bowed and departed, leaving only the red clad girl behind. "Greetings," she said, smiling broadly. "I'm Jess, but you can call me Jess." She ran forwards to high five each member of the group, but then thought better of it, drawing her hand away. "Sorry," she apologised. "I don't know who you are, and you might have germs." She shuddered dramatically, her face easing into a scowl. "I hate germs." 

Rod stared at her as if she was crazy. "What are you talking about? I'm not a germ, I'm a fish! I mean, I don't know if these peasants are germs or -"

"Shut UP, Rod," griped Prodigy through gritted teeth. 

  Rod ignored her, instead asking Jess another question.  “What are your views on fish, in general?”

    “My...views on fish?” Jess asked, confused.

    “Well, yeah. You think they’re like the most awesometastic thing in the world, right?” he asked.

    Jess blinked. “Sure.”

    Rod nodded solemnly. “Good.”

That was when the seventh person arrived. Well - not so much a person as a Raven. The bird plummeted down from the sky with ebony wings, spiralling to a slow before hitting the ground. There it morphed into a girl, her long hair the same colour as the bird's wing. 

"Not another one..." groaned Tia, who was growing tired of all these people appearing from out of nowhere. "Now, I don't care what your name is. I'm calling you Raven, alright?"

There was no answer. The girl on the ground seemed to be injured by her fall, and on closer inspection it was found that she was bleeding. 

There was a deafening thud as Jess fainted, clouds of dirt poofing up where she fell. 

When the Raven/Girl woke up, she told them that her name was actually Helga Ermentrude Mildred Millicent Berta the Second, but it was fine to call her Raven. She looked around the group. “So, um, what are we doing here? This interrupted my fangirling.”

    Prodigy snorted. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those 1D fanatics.”

    Rod quit humming You don't know you're beautiful and looked down sheepishly. Raven shook her head. “No, more Divergent for me. You know, Four.”

    Tia waited. “...for what?”

    “No, Four,” Raven replied. “As in the number. And the person. But the number is the name of the person and the person is named after the number, so they’re pretty much the same thing.”

    “Uriah is better,” Prodigy commented casually. 

    “Seconded,” Myrah said. 

    Raven’s face morphed into a complex mask of anger, confusion and offense. Her eye twitched as if she was hyped up on caffiene and her lips moved, but no words came out. Eventually, she swallowed and managed, “H-how-”

    As they all stood together in the middle of the vast and uninteresting field, the sound of typewriter clicking filled the air. Quite literally. Words appeared in the air, floating above the group. 

On coldest day and blackest night,

One group will set out to rid the site

of inappropriate fanfictions and nasty things,

but they’re unaware of the trouble that brings

 

A fruit has foretold of a ship that must be,

a necessary pairing, if you will.

Only together will they see,

the way to this prophecy fulfill.

 

Eight will meet, fight and joke,

but only seven will return from the quest.

One will hang between life and death,

Another will save or give final rest.

 

    "Aw man. We actually have to do something? I thought you guys were brought here because of my awesome magnetism," Rod said with a sigh. Everyone ignored him. They had bigger things to think about.


---{}-{}-{}---

Eva's keys clicked away as she typed, introducing the eight members of her prophecy one by one. So far, she'd only introduced seven, she realised, but her fingers were tired. She'd introduce the last one later, at a moment her readers were least expecting it. 

With an automatic swoosh of the mouse, she clicked the save button of her story, publishing the first chapter so the entirety of movellas could read it. Her face stretching into a smile, she laughed with delight. 

It was the beginning of something great. 

    

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