Every chance at a happier life style beings with a single idea; an idea that requires sacrifice, determination, inspiration, courage and unselfishness. You go out on a date or a trip to the movies, socialize with friends, volunteer at a warehouse, go to conventions and outings, stuff like that. There is always a time in our lives that we all must believe in ourselves in order to stride for success, look out for others, encourage them to be greater than their former selves, and take good care of their friends, no matter how stupid things may get. As you may already know, friendship is a very important key factor to a healthy social lifestyle, and your friends will always be there for you, no matter what.
However, it isn't always rainbows and sunshine, where I come from: no surprise. You know, as much as I have friends who care, even being a sky-colored fox is not always cracked up to be. I speak from experience.
My name is Rupert Augustin Todd von Ferguson I... but you can just call me Rupert for simplicity. I am a charismatic blue fuzzball with an expertise for electronic dance music and DJ'ing, as well as being a self-proclaimed motivational speaker.
Before I was able to take care of myself, I used to be a disciple of one of the greatest techno DJ’s who ever lived: MC Vulpiësto. Growing up, I’ve always wanted to become a big-name DJ and musician like him. I went to almost every tutoring session he has ever held, so I can follow his footsteps while I’m in the world of DJ’ing. I’ve learned almost everything I needed from him, in order to show that I have what it takes to “rock the wheels of steel”. One day, he gave me a souvenir, which was a small black book entitled ‘The Sacred Art of Trance’. As his favorite student, he told me to “cherish it and use its lessons for whenever I shall get up on that stage, every stage I will ever perform on”. I didn’t know at first what all of this meant, but to him, it was very important for me to keep this book as a marble of his legacy. Until one day, a few years ago, he mysteriously died from an unknown sickness. That’s when most of his money, from when he was my mentor, went into getting me a place to live and to be on my own.
I currently reside in a large home which is ways off of a neighboring, yet crowded city. Right now, I have two other animal friends who also live with me: my best buddy Trumpiart; a big brown bear of many sentimental thoughts and a gigantic belly that shows his love for eating like a pig. He even keeps our spirits high with jokes and antics every now and then... and my most cherished blossom Chasity; a flirty vixen with a free spirit who always opens herself up for whatever comes her way, which shows off her skill of self-sacrifice, bravery and tenderheartedness. She also likes to give more than what is expected, and that demonstrates her skill of unselfishness.
Heh. I guess a little blue fox like me couldn't ask for anything better than two friends who really care. Two is better than zero, I suppose.
Ironically, my two closest friends' personalities kind of resemble the spirits of laughter, generosity, honesty, loyalty and kindness. It's nothing more of a mere coincidence, I can tell you that, as these personalities tend to remind me of the Elements of Harmony from the popular kids show called My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. You know, I may not be a super-fan of the TV show nor do I watch too much of it, but every single time I see the beautiful, bright and colourful scenery, the sweet, vibrant soundtrack, the ponies' cheerful faces and the appeal of their cute personalities... I continue to reflect from the troubles of my world, as opposed to the cheerful atmosphere that such a kids' cartoon can bring into the hearts of not only little girls, but also teens and adults. Every time I tend to take a glance at an episode or a YouTube video from the My Little Pony fanbase, I keep feeling both bad about myself and gleeful at the same time having to see something that is of absolute contrast to my world. I didn't really want anyone else to know, but whenever I eye on an episode or a fan video, or even a fan-made drawing from some art site, nothing else in life really matters. Either that or I'm just a little envious of the show's liveliness. That is just me, I guess. It's no coincidence that the two things closest to the ponies from that show are right here with me: Trumpiart and Chasity. And whenever things go wrong, they are all the magic I will ever need. They're like a family to me, bar none.
One day, I had a sudden feeling that my life would change forever... not from a typical life lesson, but from something completely out of the ordinary.
It all started around the time that the season 4 finale of My Little Pony aired last week. It was a beautiful day out, and I was busy as usual, finishing up another one of my DJ recording sessions, while Trumpiart and Chasity are downstairs continuing to watch reruns of My Little Pony again. I can totally understand their being attached to a children's TV show, because Chasity is always holding on to her Rarity and Twilight Sparkle plushies almost every time they see an episode. Seems like she couldn’t get enough of those plushies. I guess that's why she likes Twilight Sparkle and Rarity the most out of all of the other ponies from the show. Personally, my favorite is Vinyl Scratch; even though she is only a background pony, Vinyl and I both seem to specialize in DJ'ing. My favorite Mane 6 pony is Fluttershy.
Slightly exhausted, I got up from my workstation and began to stretch from having to exercise my music skills for a well 14 hours straight, and I was in need of some company.
"Yawn! Boy, I tell ya. Blastin' them beats sure is a hoot." I started to walk towards the bedroom door. "Look out, boys. Here I come," I uttered with a tired voice. But before I came close to the door, I tripped on something and fell flat on my face. "Ow... W-what the-?"
I got up and observed what had made me trip. Underneath my right foot paw was a small black book of some sort that me and my friends had kept secret from the world since MC Vulpiësto passed away. It said ‘The Sacred Art of Trance’ on the cover. What is The Sacred Art of Trance exactly? I don't know. All I know is that this book contains secrets behind executing forbidden arcane phenomenon. Legend has it that those who study its contents will become greater at channeling their feelings through the power of Trance music. I still don't know exactly what this means, so I'm not gonna go too in-depth. After observing it for a few seconds, I put the book near my work desk, as the importance of this book is to be unveiled at a later time. I then walk downstairs to meet up with Trump and Chas, albeit I wanted to collapse on the stairs right then and there.
"So bloody tired, man... welp, time to see wha' ol' Grizzly Adams and Drew Barrymore is gonna doo todays." With bloodshot eyes reeking on the image of my face, I come across my two best buddies in the main room.
"Honey! I'm home!," I shouted out with a short chuckle.
"Oh hey, Rupert," Trumpiart greeted back in a happy-go-lucky manner.
"Hi, sweetie!," Chasity says happily as she approaches me and greets me with a subtle kiss and hug.
I then asked Chas with a smile on my face, "How's it hangin', my beautiful flower? Other than, well, the usual." I squee'd after having to have said those last words to my girlfriend before me. She chuckled in response while rubbing my head, and I continued. "You know, being friends with you guys sure has its sentiments, don't ya think?"
"Heck, what can we say, 'Rupy-poo'?" she replied back with another gleeful chuckle.
My first initial thought was, Rupy-poo? Well, there are some nicknames you don't receive every day. I decided to go along with it, and I soon blushed from hearing such a nickname.
"That's right, Rupert. Friendship is magic!" Trumpiart yelled, as he shoves a big slice of pepperoni pizza down his gullet like it’s nothing. He then let out a very odd sound from his mouth. BURP!
"Excuse you, dude," I exclaimed in a disgusted tone.
"Sorry," the bear retorted, then squee’d.
My next thought was "meh" as I chuckled from my bear friend's antic, and I continued from there. "Umm... Chas?"
"Yes, sweetie?"
"Well, a-about this kids' show..." I became pretty nervous before what I could tell her would ever leave my mouth. I caught a quick breath.
"Yeah?" she replied, slightly confused.
"Well, what can I say? Umm... I appreciate that you two are liking it so much, from what I could tell, but... um... don't you suppose that we oughta, oh I don't know...?" I looked down at my two foot paws, afraid of what she might say if I were going to say the wrong things. Still holding hands with my vixen, I sighed before finishing my statement. "Well, you and Trump seem to have been watching that show for quite a while now, I can tell... but Chas... don't you think we should... well, lay off of it? At least for a while." I had a feeling she would be surprised, but she remained her astute behavior and retorted.
"Oh?" was the first thing she uttered.
I replied back, right before she could say anything else, "oh, but I'm not saying that I don't like it. It's just that..." I catch my breath again. This time, I was even more nervous than ever. "...I just believe that watching it so much is getting a little, well, repetitive."
A long pause... and Chasity crossed her arms while giving an unamused look on her face.
Oh dear Celestia, this chick is gonna chastise me, isn't she?, was my first thought.
"Uhh..." I was too scared to say anything after she gave her stare.
"It's all righty, Rupy. I understand," she said with a bright smile on her face.
Huh? was the word that came into my mind first-hand. I was dumbfounded. "W-wait, what?"
"You don't have to like the show, Rupert. I don't blame you."
She starts to squeeze me hard, but I couldn't believe that she said I don't like the show. I was ready to object. "Wait a second, Chas. I know you mean well, but you've got it all wrong. I never said that I don't like Friendship is Magic. It's just---"
She cuts me off with "Oh, but I beg to differ." She plans her index finger against my snout. I didn't know if she was trying to lecture me, or argue with me.
"Huh? Why?", I replied, extremely confused and tired from working with my music for hours.
Chas continued, "I could see that you're showing a hint of grogginess, your eyelids are not levelled correctly, and you've been swaying back and forth since you came out of your little 'dungeon' upstairs. Therefore, that tells me you've never seen the show long enough to build an affection to it."
Sweat was dribbling down the sides of my face. "...Uhh... You got the part about my tiredness right." I gave a nervous grin.
"Oh, Rupert," she resumed.
"What, Chas?” I whined.
"Is there something you’re not telling me, Rupert?"
"Huh? No. Why would I not tell you anything, Chas?"
"Because you're already displaying signs that you are."
She was right. I gulped. I have to be a man about it now, and I didn't like it one bit. "Alright. So I do watch the show too. It's true, okay? Geez..." The vixen stood there for a few seconds. “Gosh. It’s not like I never have skeletons in my closet, you know. And I’m sure you do, too!” I sighed hard and took a few steps away from her, crossed my arms and perplexed.
Having heard of our disagreement close by, Trumpiart decided to listen in even closer. Chasity felt she might have went off the deep end with me right there, so she leans in close to me and attempts to apologize.
"Well, you don’t have to take out your frustrations out on us. We’re your friends."
All of a sudden, I felt really bad for my outburst, which was uncalled for. I slowly brought my head to my knees, and sighed even harder.
"Oh come on, Rupert...," she stated with a hint of remorse.
"Whatever, Chas," I replied. "It's not your fault. You were right. I should have been forthright about the whole thing."
Trumpiart, having to have heard most of the arguing, begins to sniffle. "Don't be like that, Rupe dude. You're starting to tear me on the inside." The bear pats me on my back, then I shrugged a bit.
“Don’t y’all get it? I can’t help it if I chose to become so secretive, even from you, guys.” I became a bit more upset. “And another thing, why in the heck do I always feel like yelling or arguing to you just to get a point across? Riddle me that.” The entire room froze for a good minute, the longer I fumed.
Eventually, I calmed down.
"Rupert, get a grip," the vixen continued, as she strokes my hair.
I sighed. "Trump. Chas. I hate to say it, but it's true. I should have told you earlier, that I do indeed watch My Little Pony... b-but I've only peeked at a few random episodes. I haven't come fully accustomed to it, nor do I actually intend to. I mean, I understand that it's very popular among little girls and grown furries like us, but... sheesh."
"Well, at least you gotta be a bit more respectful to the other die-hard fans, Rupert. Starting with us," exclaimed Chasity.
"I know, you guys, but---"
And then, at that very moment, something unexplainable had occurred in the living room we're all in; however, I still wasn't exactly sure if Trump or Chas were even aware at the time. But, I felt a teeny tiny sting in my gut, which lasted for only one second. Actually, now that I think about it, what happened then may lead to something way more serious than that. If my memory serves me right, I believe there seems to be a pair of eyes, which appeared and then vanished from one of the portraits decorating the room. These mysterious eyes had a black pupil and a lavender rim on each eye. I wasn't really able to get a good look, so I shook it off like nothing happened.
"Rupert dude?", said the bear with a worried tone.
"Huh...? O-oh, it's nothing. Really! I'm okay." I loosely grasped my belly, as if I were about to give up my lunch, then I resumed.
"It's really nice that you're both trying to show your GENEROSITY of me. But I'll be honest: every time I see or peek at an episode, or even some video from the fanbase... I then look back at the reality of the world that you and I live in, together. Every day, we continue to live on with the trials and tribulations that we all must go through on a regular basis; the economy is bad, unemployment is on the rise, jobs are getting hard to find, and even Trumpiart forgets to bathe sometimes."
"Hey!" the bear exclaimed, while Chasity tried her best to hold in her LAUGHTER.
I cover my face, and my friends tried to comfort me while I was on the ground.
"But right there... on that show... you see… those ponies on that show never really have our problems in their world. Even their cute and joyful faces and personalities teach us all that they can just throw away all of their troubles by simply putting on a smile, act all happy-go-lucky and say that 'everything is Pinkie Keen!' Heh... As crazy as it sounds, there are times when I literally want to reach out to their world. I mean, it’s just so hard to look at that beautiful world, to know what it’s like to actually be there, to feel what it's like to not have any of these troubles at all, to know that friends will always be by your side no matter what, and to know that friendship really is MAGIC. That wonderful, glorious feeling… the feeling that kind of makes you want to be a kid again...."
I started to reach my left arm out into the open, and soon afterward, I retracted my arm.
"... only to be blocked by our flat screen TV."
I became a little sad and lowered my ears after the last statement.
"Aww, Rupert...," Chasity exclaimed, now feeling a little bit ashamed. "Well at least you've shown us your HONESTY, Rupy."
The three of us huddled in for a short group hug. This gave me a glimmer of hope and joy I always sought in true friends.
"Thank you, guys. I don’t what I would do without you two. And you know what they say: a true true friend helps a friend in need. Right?” The bear and vixen smiled a bit, and I continued. “I guess I can't blame any of us for how things has turned out as of late. And I don't really work well with tears."
"I could tell," Trumpiart replied with a short nod.
I resumed. "However I shall not cry over this matter, because I don't cry. I'm a man!" I wipe a single tear from my eye. "Also, I now feel really bad for the way I acted towards you two. I'm really sorry. I guess I’m a lousy motivational speaker...”
“No don’t say that, Rupy,” Chasity objected.
I then sat up and finished out my previous statement with, “I just don’t know what went wrong.”
Chasity kisses and rubs my cheek to comfort me. "Oh Chasity...." Trumpiart then rubs my head, and I slightly stuck my tongue out like a puppy. “Aww! You two are showing an awful lot of KINDNESS right now."
My muzzle was starting to display a meek smile. "You know, maybe it's not too bad, when you seek all of the sour stuff, and trim out the fat… eh, something like that.”
“You really think so, Rupy-poo?” Chasity asked.
“Of course! And that's the honest truth.”
The three of us gave another snuggly hug. "Oh, you guys! I wish to thank you again for showing me what LOYALTY is about. Because I know for a fact that the two of you would never leave my side. I wuv you guys."
"We wuv you too, Rupert," said the bear and the vixen.
I start to regain my positive attitude, primarily with a much bigger smile. After a while, we stopped hugging.
“Well, I guess a better and healthier lifestyle can always start wi---”
I stopped at the stinging sensation inside my gut the second time, but this time, it was a little more serious. And the mysterious pair of eyes appeared once again, now from directly in front of my foot paws.
"Oh gosh...," I groaned, squeezing tightly against my aching belly.
"Umm... Rupert...?" questioned Trumpiart, as he and Chasity were witnessing my uncertain condition.
Despite the meek pain, I retorted, "nothing! Really, it's- just a little food poisoning. Yeah that's it! Just a small case of the 'burpies.' Heh. I guess too much of that delicious pizza can do that to ya, am I right?" I chuckled nervously, in spite of the sharp pain in my tummy.
And for that matter, the mysterious pair of eyes have appeared once again, now coming from the antique mirror, which was standing across the room.
Great Scott!, was the first thing that popped into my fox brain. I felt like my tummy has given up on me, just like that.
"I think you need to see a doctor right away, Rupert," worried Chas.
"No wait!" I shouted. My friends cringed, and the mysterious pair of eyes vanished afterwards. "Uhh... I mean, umm..." As the pain increased, I blurted out the first thing and came into mind, "I-I think I need to use, like, the bathroom! Gotta go!" I hurried back upstairs and out of sight, leaving Trump and Chas alone again.
They found themselves unable to move for a few seconds, before Chasity gave the first word, "well that was a tad bit weird, don't you think?"
"Eeyup," said Trumpiart. The vixen rolled her eyes at the bear. Another pause. "... What?" the bear replied with a flabbergasted look on his face.
"Trumpiart. You are not Big Macintosh."
"Why not? I like him."
She sighed, and then the thoughts of me began rolling into her mind. "Well we can't just stand here and do nothing. Let's go see if he needs our help."
"Yeah, I agree, Chas," replied the brown bear, who then zips into the kitchen and returns with some bottles of medicine.
This puzzled the flirtatious vixen. "Umm...? Are those... bottles of laxatives?"
"Eeyup."
The presentation of the bottles has confused her even more. "What are... THOSE... for...?!"
Trumpiart squee’d and gave an innocent grin on his muzzle and answered, "just in case!"
Chasity was not amused, and planted her left paw in her face as a response.
I quickly rushed into the bathroom, shut the door behind me, opened the toilet lid and readied myself in case I would have to throw up... however, a good minute later, I did not. I took some deep even breaths, in an attempt to calm myself down and collect my thoughts. Ugh... Come on Rupert! Suck it up! Man get it together!
I rub my belly, making sure I was not going to hurl. Seconds passed, as I slowly recollect my body, and I still had no idea what was going on. "Wh-wha...? ...What's happening to me?" I thought to myself out loud. I closed the toilet lid and sat on it, still having my left paw planted against my gut, and I perplexed a little.
"Why is it that I have this strange feeling all over me? If it's not food poisoning and I'm not sick... then what could this mean? This is pretty absurd, I tell ya." I puzzled some more, until I was interrupted by the knock on the bathroom door.
"Rupert? Is everything alright in there, Rupert?" Chasity called out to me from the other side.
"Uhh... y-yeah. E-everything is fine, Chas. Umm... hunky-dory! Just... I think I might be in here for a while. So if you don't mind...," I called back.
Trumpiart replied, "Okay, but don't take too long on that throne, Rupe. You know that I really hate having to hold it for a very long time!" said the brown bear.
"Okay, Trump!" I yelled back with a disgruntled tone. I plant my face in my hand paws.
Seconds passed, and I got up to wash my face off in the sink, hoping to clear my recent thoughts. And just when I looked up from the sink, the same pair of eyes from before appeared in the mirror right in front of me, and then they vanished before I could react. "What in the-?" was the first phrase that had escaped from my mouth, and I slowly started to panic.
"The heck is going on? I know I'm not crazy. I'm... just seeing things! Yeah, that's it." I sat back on the toilet and continued to myself. "I HAVE been up for the past 14 hours, after all. Uh huh! No point in denying it, Rupert…." All of a sudden, I heard a faint, feminine chuckle inside the bathroom I was in. I jumped up from the toilet to investigate where the sound came from.
A few minutes have passed, and I halted my search and began to puzzle some more.
“Oh, Chasity… Trumpiart... I know you two are doing what is best for me, and I really appreciate it, but... is this the right lifestyle for us? No no no no no! Think, Rupert! Think! Okay, this is probably the reason why I don’t have a lot of true friends out there… true friends... outside my own four walls… Ugh, they’re both right. I don’t get out very much. I guess I'm a lazy pig, and… well… I blame myself for the way I see the world. I got myself so wrapped up in the same daily routine that I think I might have lost grip on the meaning of the actual reality outside my own. Even if I would choose to get out more often, what can I do? You can't teach an old dog new tricks, huh? Maybe, I do need to get out more often.”
As I sat on the toilet and puzzled, the mysterious pair of eyes appeared for the last time, this time on the wall in front of me; but I haven’t noticed for a couple of minutes, as I had my head down for some time. “You know… those ‘my little ponies’… they always have someone to look to. They never have those problems in my world. I mean yeah, those ponies also have their own ups and downs, but, not like my ups and downs.” I puzzled again, trying my best not to show any emotion. “You know, sometimes, I wish I could just get away from it all. Go someplace where it isn't this much troubling or dark, as they might say. Oh, I really wish… I wish I could just reach out to the world of Equestria… right here, right now. Even if it means buying one of those stuffed dolls from Build-A-Bear Workshop. Oh, what a feeling that would be… to actually be in the land of Equestria. To actually… be a pony.”
The following song sequence will be...
Take Me There’ [COVER]
Sung by: Rupert the Blue Fox
Take me there, I wanna go there, take me to that great place where friendship is magic.
Take me there, I wanna go there, take me to that great place where friendship is magic.
Sitting here feeling sad and blue, but a friend’s embrace puts me in a good mood everyday.
The feeling of friendship brings a smile to my face, and that's how it makes me feel to say it’s A-OK.
A true true friend helps a friend in need, and they’ll look out for you at every mile.
Now take my paw to that special place, where ponies come together and share a smile.
Take me there, I wanna go there, take me to that great place where friendship is magic.
Take me there, I wanna go there, take me to that great place where friendship is magic.
I could make a wish and dream a dream tonight, then I’ll know that everything is gonna be alright.
To feel the magic in the air, and fly away in the land filled with wonder and delight.
A true true friend helps a friend in need, and they’ll know what to do or what to say.
C'mon and take my paw to that special place, I don't want this dream to ever go away.
Take me there, I wanna go there, take me to that great place where friendship is magic.
Take me there, I wanna go there, take me to that great place where friendship is magic.
Ohh…! Now take me to that great place where friendship is magic. Take me there!
I slowly began to feel the “dark cloud” above me floating away, and I resumed my puzzling. “Hmm… I think that, even though I have two friends under my roof who really care about me, sometimes, it's just not enough. I think there's something else missing from my life, but what? ...meh, I’m not gonna worry about that right now.” I took a deep breath, and started to look up. “Okay. I think I’m ready to fess up to Trump and Chas now. I guess it’s now that I’ve started embracing the actual reality, and even… watch that kids’ show with them and---”
“WAH!” I jumped up surprised from seeing something I thought I would never ever see: a pair of eyeballs, blinking eyeballs, coming from a wall in front of me! I was not able to move for a good minute: I was frozen in place for a second. “Uhh…! Who are you?!”
The pair of eyes blinked once more. Hesitantly, I reached my right hand paw out to the eyeballs, but before I could even touch them, they vanished into colorful twinkling sparkles, which scattered across the room. I was quivering in confusion and fear. “What the… what?!”
“Is everything alright in there, Rupert?,” a concerned Chasity called out to me from the other side of the bathroom door.
“Umm… yeah! I’m fine, Chas! Just fine!,” I replied.
“Don’t take too long in there, Rupe dude! We don’t want you stinking up the house like me!,” Trumpiart said.
“Ehh, Trump! Come on! This is serious!,” I yelled back.
But then a strange phenomenon occurred, something that would forever change my life; lights started flickering all around the bathroom, the room started to vibrate, and I was hearing this laughter sound again. I thought at first that I was going crazy. I cringed and quivered some more, not knowing what was going on or what is about to happen.
This went on for 2 minutes, and then everything stopped, just like that. “Huh?” I frightenedly looked around the room, and that's when I noticed what seemed to be a small plushie in the middle of the room. I believe the plushie resembled a lot like Rainbow Dash, considering the cyan fur and rainbow-colored mane. "W-What are you doing in here?" I slowly reached down to retrieve it, but before I could, it sank into the floor. Literally! The plushie was engulfed by this strange, black and purple whirlpool of magic that had suddenly appeared below it. “Buh…!” The whirlpool started to grow around my feet. I tried to move, but I could not: my foot paws were actually glued to this bizarre pool of magic.
The room was then accommodated by blue and green lightning bolts that did not make a sound. Scared at what was going on, I called out to Chasity, “Ch-Chas! CHAS!!”
“Rupert? You’re not out of toilet paper, are you?” she replied, concerned about what was happening to me.
I shouted back as I looked down at my foot paws, “What? No! It’s… I think something’s really wrong in here!”
Trumpiart intervened and said “Oh dear. Don’t force it, Rupe!”
“Trumpiart!,” angered Chasity.
The bear shrugged. “Heh…? Well, if you gotta go, then you gotta go. Right?”
The vixen shook her head, and continued back to me, “Just hang in there, sweetie!”
And then, as the whirlpool of magic spread across the bathroom floor… I slowly began to sink. “Ehh...!” I was terrified at the sight and feeling as if the floor was eating me alive, I tried my best not to panic. “G-guys! I-I think I’m being sucked in over here!”
“Sucked in?!” the vixen replied.
“Eww…,” shrugged the bear, causing the vixen to show a meek sign of disgust in her face. “What?”
The vixen resumed, “don’t worry, Rupert! We’ll get you out of there!”
My foot paws had disappeared into the whirlpool, until it reached my thighs. “H...h-HELP!!”
“Hang in there, Rupert! Come on, Trump! Help me bust down the door!”
“Sir yes sir!,” the bear agreed with a panicky tone in his voice.
“GUYS?!” I kept grasping at straws, as the whirlpool had now ascended to my chest. “I’m going down, Chas! Trumpiart!”
The bear prances back a few feet away, and charges at the door in an attempted to break it down… only to be bounced backwards and landed on his belly. “Mommy? Why are there boids in mah kitchen,” he retorted with a daze.
“Oh, Fuddruckers!” the vixen blurted out in disappointment.
Back in the bathroom, the whirlpool is now at my head and arms. I whined a bit, as I was starting to panic. “Tr-Trumpiart! Chasity!! HELP!!!”
“WE’RE COMING, RUPERT!!” Chasity yelled back and she steps away to let Trumpiart try to ram the door down. He bounced back the second time.
“Oh, criminy!,” the bear whined.
Finally, the only part of me left was my snout and left paw. “GUYS…!”
Trumpiart tries one more time to break down the door. He gains speed, as my left paw finally disappears inside the black and purple whirlpool.
The magical pool suddenly vanished, just before the bathroom door came crashing down.
BAM!
Trumpiart laid on his stomach after the impact. "Okay. Now I'm in pain," complained the bear.
"You're a big bear, Trump. Suck it up!," Chasity replied, before she started to investigate the room in a hasty manner. “Rupert?” said the vixen, just before she glared at the closed window. “No. He couldn’t have.”
Trumpiart jumped up and exclaimed, “Wait!” He grabs her head and turns it to face the toilet. “Maybe… maybe Rupert got flushed away!”
“You think?” gasped Chasity, as she pushes away the bear’s right arm.
“Meh. It’s a possibility. I mean how else could he have escaped?" The bear shrugged once more.
Chasity continued, “No no no! Oh, Rupert…!” She starts to cry as she glares at the inside of the toilet bowl. Trumpiart caresses her for comfort, and pats her back. “We gotta go find him, Trumpiart! WE GOTTA FIND HIM!! We must! WE MUST!!”
“I know, Chas. I know… Let’s just hope he’s not too down at the sewers.”
"Yeah."
The two stood in the middle of the bathroom floor for a good couple of minutes, before Trumpiart breaks the silence.
"Quickly, to the dump stations!"
"And where do you suppose we'll find those, bear?"
"In the city, of course!"
Chasity shrugged and let out a big gulp. "Okay...! Let's go to the city... For Rupert...!"
The two animals soon leave the bathroom. Little did anybody know is that along with my mysterious disappearance, ‘The Sacred Art of Trance,’ a small prized book of mine, was missing from the bedroom. And along with the book, all of my DJ equipment ended up gone, too. Trumpiart and Chasity were too busy to notice this because they were making haste outside the front door to search of me, and they slammed the front door shut.
The entire house sat still. Yet, this strange turn of events may have left so many questions that have yet to be answered.
For instance, why were those big pair of eyes invading my house? Was it that the same pair of eyes had something to do with the pain in my stomach? Why was it that I felt the earthquake sensation in the bathroom, but Trumpiart and Chasity did not? Of all of the furries in the world, why did I get consumed by this strange pool of magic? And where was it going to warp me to?
These questions raffled through my mind at break-neck speeds, as I fell and fell down, down, down into a huge trippy vortex. Little did I know, where I will end up next would soon provide all the answers to all of my questions. I was not ready for this at all… but I would soon be. I may not know it yet, but I, Rupert the blue fox, was being teleported into a world that looks so bizarrely familiar. And from the very moment I was zapped into this bright and colorful world, my life would never be the same again...
END OF CHAPTER