Part 8 of Plushie to the Rescue; in the name of Christmas!
The little snowman hopped from spot to spot, apparently not satisfied standing in either. He was whole once more; he needed to move, needed to bounce, needed to spread his Christmas cheer everywhere he could. The tall tree glistened against the snow, its ornaments each holding a soft white reflection, its star shining brightly. The lights wrapped around the graveyard gates alternated between full brightness and patterned flickering -- red, green, yellow, blue, orange. The spectral scene continued, multi-colored rays of light swirling through the air in a carefree manner, as if each one was happy to have room to move.
Plushie watched with wonder and amazement; she had seen Christmas magic manifest itself into bits and pieces of 'show' like the raining marshmallows, elves, and bells and ribbons... but this... this was wow. The glitter-freckled light jetted this way and that, spiraling, waving, exploding off into smaller strands. One red stream danced about before plummeting into the ground. The earth shook a moment before large candy canes sprouted out, as if overly large flowers. Another two spiraled about one another in the distance, that familiar 'drawing' movement taking place once more. A larger gingerbread house began to phase into sight; its cookie walls crisp and brown, its roof a powdered white icing, Large candies decorated the roof and windows, formed a walking trail up to the front door, which an average sized person could in fact enter.
Zero Omega eyed the gingerbread house as if he'd like nothing more than to turn Godzilla size, stomp over to it, and crush it under his foot. This Christmas magic and happiness was becoming too much; how could he possibly deny Christmas magic when so much of it was staring him right in the face? Even more so, none of it was disappearing as the last bits had. He knew simply proclaiming his disbelief would not be enough -- after all, it wasn't honest anymore. Truth was essential, even in times such as this. He struggled to remain focused... all the festive sights were distracting him. He could not allow this. What could stop this? His disbelief, no... but.. perhaps...
"I'm surprised you're able to pull so much Christmas magic out, what with so many Gaians losing faith in it." He said. Plushie's attention was drawn from the sights around her; she turned her focus to him, unsure as to his meaning. "What are you talking about? Gaia hasn't lost any belief in Christmas magic." She stated. Zero smirked, "I'd say otherwise. It's getting late into Christmas Eve and Santa hasn't come yet. I don't hear carols. I don't hear anything." Plushie listened and, as horrible as it was, he was right. She heard nothing. No Santa, no caroling, no nothing.
Two of the light rays faded in mid-spiral, dying off...
The little snowman hopped from spot to spot, apparently not satisfied standing in either. He was whole once more; he needed to move, needed to bounce, needed to spread his Christmas cheer everywhere he could. The tall tree glistened against the snow, its ornaments each holding a soft white reflection, its star shining brightly. The lights wrapped around the graveyard gates alternated between full brightness and patterned flickering -- red, green, yellow, blue, orange. The spectral scene continued, multi-colored rays of light swirling through the air in a carefree manner, as if each one was happy to have room to move.
Plushie watched with wonder and amazement; she had seen Christmas magic manifest itself into bits and pieces of 'show' like the raining marshmallows, elves, and bells and ribbons... but this... this was wow. The glitter-freckled light jetted this way and that, spiraling, waving, exploding off into smaller strands. One red stream danced about before plummeting into the ground. The earth shook a moment before large candy canes sprouted out, as if overly large flowers. Another two spiraled about one another in the distance, that familiar 'drawing' movement taking place once more. A larger gingerbread house began to phase into sight; its cookie walls crisp and brown, its roof a powdered white icing, Large candies decorated the roof and windows, formed a walking trail up to the front door, which an average sized person could in fact enter.
Zero Omega eyed the gingerbread house as if he'd like nothing more than to turn Godzilla size, stomp over to it, and crush it under his foot. This Christmas magic and happiness was becoming too much; how could he possibly deny Christmas magic when so much of it was staring him right in the face? Even more so, none of it was disappearing as the last bits had. He knew simply proclaiming his disbelief would not be enough -- after all, it wasn't honest anymore. Truth was essential, even in times such as this. He struggled to remain focused... all the festive sights were distracting him. He could not allow this. What could stop this? His disbelief, no... but.. perhaps...
"I'm surprised you're able to pull so much Christmas magic out, what with so many Gaians losing faith in it." He said. Plushie's attention was drawn from the sights around her; she turned her focus to him, unsure as to his meaning. "What are you talking about? Gaia hasn't lost any belief in Christmas magic." She stated. Zero smirked, "I'd say otherwise. It's getting late into Christmas Eve and Santa hasn't come yet. I don't hear carols. I don't hear anything." Plushie listened and, as horrible as it was, he was right. She heard nothing. No Santa, no caroling, no nothing.
Two of the light rays faded in mid-spiral, dying off...
