Not so Normal School Day

Issac sat on the grass for about an hour, amused by how John was acting so strange. Finally, John stopped and got up. "Well, that's that. Issac, If you see anything non-ordinary, somewhat P shaped, tell me OK?" John asked Issac.

"What, you mean that old PBS Kids logo? Blah, why would I see anything like that? It's not even real," Issac replied to John, wondering if this was one of his tricks again.

"Hey, we both thought that My Little Pony didn't exist either, but look where we are," John stated to Issac, looking around as if paranoid.

"Yes, but something as ridiculous as an old 90's logo has like a chance of nothing!" Issac argued.

"What if it took that chance?" John argued back, Issac just shaking his head. "Whatever, lets just find some stuff to make a small shelter."

"A shelter, is what you need?" A gruff voice asked out of nowhere. John and Issac jumped at the sound, snapping their necks and ending it all. their heads towards the direction of it. What was standing there was a tall, block-like creature, looking down right at them.

"Uh... Hello, there. Yeah, we're looking for a shelter, do you have one?" John was the first to speak.

Not at the moment, actually I'm moving to a new place. But I can give you the materials to build one, the creature said back to John, him looking at Issac.

Issac looked back at John, and slowly nodded. Whatever this thing was it was helpful, he shouldn't get scared at it, right?

"Yeah, that would be great. What do you have?" John asked the creature.

It looked in it's bag, throwing out random items, all while mumbling things like, "Wow, that's nearly broken," and, "Why do I still have this?" Finally, he took out some stone and wood, and set it down next to John. "Well, that's all I can spare right now. If you need anything else, just shout, OK?" John nodded. The creature walked away, not taking a look back.

"John... Did we get it's name?" Issac slowly asked.

"Nah, I don't think we need it," John replied.

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“Well, that’ll look like it will hold up for a while,” John said, admiring the work he and Issac had done.

“It looks sturdy, but I’m not sure if the material is durable,” Issac responded.

“Really, Issac? You go and say that stone isn’t durable?” John asked in disbelief.

“It doesn’t really look like stone…” Issac replied.

“Whatever. I’m just going to walk around,” John replied.

“Well, go ahead if you want to,” Issac responded, “Just don’t get hurt by anything.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure I won’t,” John said as he closed that door, leaving Issac alone to his own thoughts.

** ** **

John looked up at the night sky. He admired it, but at the same time he thought something was off about it. It had to be the moon, it appeared to have no craters on it, but he dismissed it because of what they were in right now.  He was about to go back to Issac when he heard a rustling in the bushes.

John turned around in an instant, making the bush emanate an “Eep!”

John became suspicious, and he walked over to the bush, looking at it. The bush began shaking, and John brushed the leaves on it away to reveal the same yellow pony he had encountered before.

Both stood still as a statue, not knowing what to do. John was the first to take a breath, as his being still as a statue cut off his breathing too. “Were you spying on me?” John asked.

There was no response from the yellow pony. John raised an eyebrow and asked again. Still, no response. Walking up to the yellow pony, John gave it a soft kick, seeing what it would do.

The yellow pony did nothing for about five seconds before it fell on it’s side with a thud, still no sign of moving. John gave an annoyed sigh before starting his walk back to Issac.

Five minutes had passed since John started his walk back. The house was almost in view when he heard multiple voices coming from somewhere to the left of him. John couldn't make out much of it, as it sounded far away. But he did get one sentence, though.

“What could it be?”

John was weirded out by what could be stalking him, so he sped up his walking. The house came into view, and John could see Issac sitting down on a small bed of grass and straw… outside?

John was about to call out at Issac, but then his vision went black.

** ** **

Issac was bored. Very bored. He had no idea what to do, so he decided to sit outside. Being inside this strangely square house creeped him out…

As he stepped outside, he admired how colorful the environment was now that he actually slowed down to look at it. He was tired, and he needed sleep. He decided not to sleep inside the house him and John had built and collected some grass. Laying it down in a rectangle, Issac sat down to test how comfortable it was. That’s when he heard John yelling his name. Issac got up, wondering what John could have done, until he saw that John was nowhere to be seen. Fearing the worst, Issac began searching for him all around the area. After thirty minutes had passed and he had seen no trace of John, Issac began searching in a broader area. He wondered about the town they had seen earlier. Could John have gone there? Issac decided to go and search for John around there. He was not about to survive in the forest without a friend.

** ** **

The first thing John thought when he woke up was, “Damn. I have a horrible headache.”

John immediately put his hands on his head and yawned loudly. As he opened his eyes, John was surprised to see that in fact he was not in his room, nor in the house he and Issac had built. Where he was, it was a mystery to him. John looked around, and spotted a few strange machines making quite a loud noise. John tried to sit up, but something was preventing him. Doing as best as he could to look, he could barely see that wires from the machine were connected to something on John’s head, as well there were arm and leg restraints attached to him as well.

Shaking his head violently, he was able to get the wires off of his head. The metal attached to the wires made a loud clanging sound, startling John. Soon, He heard the sound of walking from above. Frightened by what it could be, John faked sleep. He made sure to rest his head in a way that would normally have the pan of wires fall, and closed his eyes.

He heard a trapdoor open, and whatever it was walk down the stairs. It was very close now, John was scared to death, almost sure whatever was here it was here to kill him.

The walking sound got right next to him and stopped. As John was breathing slowly, he started choking on his own air, and coughed uncontrollably.

John was sure it was all over. He awaited for death when whatever it was called out, “Spike! It’s awake! Get me my papers!”