Comic 959 - Day 30: Dejen

30th Apr 2015, 11:36 PM in Spelledeg
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Day 30: Dejen
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30th Apr 2015, 11:36 PM
The old printer Flossie worked on was not lost, though it went missing from her possession some long while ago. Flossie had no children of her own, but she may has well have, Brenda often let her grandkids visit with her coworkers when she worked at the marmalade factory around 23 years ago, right before the last accident shut the plant down for good. Fast-forward nine years. Brenda's grandson, Dejen would visit rather often and he loved Flossie's little inventions. Though, a certain amount of messing with a particular not-printer that could color most anything resulted in something rather bad. Dejen opened a rift to who-knows-where in his grandma's living room by playing with a printer while having lemon marmalade on toast. The rift was loud, to say the least. Brenda ran down the steps, Prism flew out of the rift. Brenda fell down the steps when Prism blew past. Brenda was dead and there was an angry energy staring at Dejen while he stared at his grandma.

To say he screamed doesn't suffice what happened next. He lashed out at the energy, at Prism who was pinging around the room, disoriented and unbodied. But whatever /this thing/ was, it resulted in his grandma's death and there would be hell to pay. But what would people say? What would people do. A grim doubt filled his mind, and so did an even grimmer kind of idea. He ran back to the not-printer and also grabbed the TV remote. By some streak of luck and horror, the infared diffused the ultraviolet and the entity Dejen later called 'Prism' was suspended. It was probably some mix of grief and revenge that caused Dejen to pick up the pieces of this Prism and try to force them to somehow fix his grandma's broken neck.

Something worse happened instead. Prism took over the body, and then some, the following moments were worse, Whomever, remembered Dejen and all that went with, but she was not either. At some point things went by in a blur and Brenda wound up in a loop, or Prism did...the line was blurred.
Dejen went home to his dad the next day, taking the printer with him. There had to be a way to get his grandma back. But that never wound up happening. All he managed to do was lock the consciousness of /whatever/ it was inside...he refused to deal with her loss. It was his secret, no one needed to know. But everyone knew there was something off.

Fastforward to this year, Dejen's dad moved to the edge of Hossville with his son, north of the factory grounds to be closer to his mother-in-law who was chipper as ever. The printer was close again to the first distortion, the first rift, and so everything fell out of place.

Now. Fracture followed the tether chain, and very quickly found Dejen, sitting in an energy field he couldn't control, with a mini-rift at the top of the printer. There wasn't much conversation. She destroyed the printer and contemplated destroying Dejen while she was at it. This idiot-kid, just like Vimal had caused so many issues they weren't even worth the trouble anymore. Well, Vimal /would/ have been dead if he were her child, but that was not the case, and there was no one to claim Dejen. So there would be nothing to lose and everything to gain.

Prism walked once she was able and followed her chain back, her eldest children were satisfied with her safety. She found Fracture with hands wrapped around Dejen's neck and pulled her aside. There wasn't a reason for the grief cycle to continue, a flurry of colors later, Fracture backed down. With the printer broken, things were returning to normal. It was time to go home.

Prism hugged Dejen before yelling to get Flossie's attention. She pointed to the boy and smiled. With that, the sky went dark, back to night the way it was supposed to be. With missing people no longer trapped in a shadow vale, and with no discolorations left. Except for Wulfsiege, who was rather fond of the color shift look by now. He continued to tint his skin and clothes, but with different methods.

The colored tale of Lemon Street ended, Brenda at long last had a legitimate funeral. Dejen was able to grieve more properly, and he and Flossie have really hit it off as co-inventors, fake-grandma to fake-grandson.

Lemons are still not good for color nymphs.

Day 30! WOO I made it. This was a lot of fun, but I feel like I limited myself by trapping a story around all this. Oh well. It turned out. WOOO.


1st May 2015, 2:28 AM
Spell! High five!

And a wonderful end to the story. I have already started working out what I'm doing next year (the designs will not be done until then, though, so I'm not cheating), and I hope you also come back to this next year.

Saving the origin for the end... Brilliant!

*furiously steals idea by scribbling in notebook*
1st May 2015, 2:44 AM
Those of you who did this while running a previously scheduled committment... jebus.
1st May 2015, 4:52 PM
*highfives* YEAH!

I'm glad I was able to wrap it all up and have it not be gimmicky. SOHAPPY. I plan on being back next year. This was fun. Might not lock myself to a story though. I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Hey, you & Lir, since you'll both be getting this notification. I don't think it's against the rules to have multiple author's characters interelated.(Correct me if I am wrong) preemptive tangled collab thing anyone? Also maybe a weird version of telephone but with adlib tales? Mysteries. It could be fun.

EDIT: *cries at other projects*
1st May 2015, 2:43 AM
My god, woman. You did more in 30 Days than some do in three years.

Bravo to a tale well told!

(To address a question asked earlier--maybe immortalize these 30 as a gigantic *.pdf? I dunno.)