Amumu stood there. He stood and watched as Luke left, left to go...well, who knows where.
Just, wherever it was...it wasn't here. It wasn't in the first district. It wasn't amongst the feather seekers. It wasn't with Amumu...
He looked down. He saw tge cobblestones. He saw his tears hitting them. They were followed by his knees.
"It's not fair," he mumbled.
If Luke had been part of the guardians the whole time, did that mean he had never intended on seeing if it could help him? Or anyone? That he wouldn't let anyone try to get home? Or to fix the mummy's heart?
But...did it matter? So long as Luke really was his friend, did it really matter? So long as Luke told the truth...back on the first night after the meeting.
Amumu's memory wrote:Just as Luke was reaching his accommodations for the night he heard a soft, shuffling sound nearby. Looking, he saw it was Amumu, the sad mummy boy he had helped out earlier that day (for as much as there was a "day" in Traverse Town). He was facing Luke, but the boy's head was turned away as he nervously played with his hands and shuffled his bandaged feet.
He had come to him. Amumu had gone to Luke, who didn't seem afraid, who had shown him kindness. Kindess, something so rarely gotten. And though...though he still hadn't feel his heart, he had still felt
something there.
A question.
Amumu's memory wrote:Before Luke could ask why he was there, Amumu finally looked up into Luke's eyes. "Will you be friends with me?" he asked sadly, uncertainly...yet with a slight tinge of hope in his words.
It was a blur from there Amumu couldn't recall the specifics of what Luke had said...only the meaning behind it. And, as his hands joined his knees and tears on the cobblestones, he remembered how he felt.
Amumu's memory wrote:The boy's red eyes seemed to actually glow as a smile escapd between his bandages. It still looked somehow sad, but still, it was the first time Luke had seen Amumu something at least close to happy. "Really?" he asked, hardly believing it. "You'll be my friend?" He held his arms apart, as if ready to hug Luke, but then seemed to think better of it, bringing his arms back in.
He had, in the moment almost thought, maybe...
"It's not fair..." Amumu's memory wrote:"Can we play? Can we...uhm..." Amumu seemed at a loss, trying to think of what it was that friends do together. He quickly brightened up again though, an idea coming to him. "We can share secrets!" I, uh...I can do this!"
...maybe he felt his heart then, felt happiness, and that...
"It's not fair..."
Amumu's memory wrote:Amumu held out his arm toward a sign several meters away, as if reaching for it. Suddenly then his bandages seemed to come alive, shooting toward the sign like a spider's web. It bent the sign from the tension just before Amumu was launched toward it, slung by the bandages. He managed to catch himself, then jump off the sign, walking back to Luke. Bandages remained left behind, yet the mummy boy seemed to still have just as many bandages as before. "I can do that to people to. It makes it hard for them to move."
...that he wouldn't need the feather anymore, that the empty feelings in his chest would be filled, finally filled by a...
"It's..."
In the puddle of tears forming around Amumu's palms he clenched his hands into fists.
...a friend.
"...not..."Amumu's eyes narrowed, glowing fiercely.
The Curse of the Sad Mummy wrote:Don't worry...we're still here!
"...FAIR!What happened next, to the untrained eye, was there was a brilliant flash of light where the mummy had been, filling the etreet and briefly giving the illusion of a true day in Traverse Town's square in the first district. But to those familiar with magic, horrors, or magical horrors, they saw what was within the light.
The remaining players in the hunt for the feather first thought they saw Amumu explode in that instant, his banages flying outward. It was only for an instant, however, as they caught a glimpse of tge glowing child in the center...and the destruction around him.
Sayaka was close, almost too close as one bandage came as if to enwrap her. Only, unlike tge last time Amumu's bandages had gotten ahold of her, she felt a radiant, evil heat that would have certainly done more than stunned her, had ut gotten ahold.
Kyouko had the remains of cobblestones rain down on and around her. They were little more than annoying to her flesh...though several ripped holes in her food bag, spilling the contents.
Soren had shrapnel rain down near him too...well, if you consider a splintered, upturned flower cart shrapnel. Thankfully, it was just near him, instead of on.
And speaking of near, Cecil nearly had Amumu give him a new antennae...in the shape of a streetlight...through his head...
Meanwhile, Carlos couldn't help but feel that he missed something interesting.
It was all for just a second or two, no more, but by the time the light faded, the cobblestones in thd immediate vicinity of Amumu were
gone, as well as a portion of the wall nearest him.
Amumu immediatly snapped up, on his feet, eyes wide as the cursed light fell. He looked around him. He looked at the others. He looked at the destruction and near death he had caused.
Again.
His feet started shuffling backwards as he hunched in on himself.
He had thought he had a friend. That the curse was weaker here.
"I...I'm sor...I didn't mean..."
But no. Here, it was as strong as ever. Not only had he been teased a friendship, but now that the rest had seen this, now...now they'd never be his friends either.
Visibly shaking his scurried into the hole in the wall, the sounds of his tears and sorrow echoing softer and softer as he ran off, unseen.
((Rewriting everything I had in ooc since it got deleted and Android apparently has no undo function...
I'm not declaring any new powers, just some flavor, and, I admit, something I'd been looking forward to writing (on my COMPUTER...), esp since I doubted Luke would last, heh... and what I'm imagining is something like
what happens at about 2:56.
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