There were two members that looked wholly insane. One was like a loose white egg with a very big fat face & a banana mustache kept or curled or misguided. Another one was a fat face filled with reddish brown pimples overly grown on his forehead. The pimples looked like strawberry pop-tarts. Nevertheless, the other was utterly skinnier than ever. His big back was simply thin & looked like a 2D-shaped cupboard whose corners were furiously damaged or maybe deliberately. It was hard to configure their facial cues or expressions. Their faces looked unnerved & static rolling their eyes which maybe was non-verbal communication. Their unusual tics helped the creatures recognize them more deliberately as 'The Creepers' for their obnoxious talent of peeping being still.
'Duke. Repeat these lines after me.' The whitish egg hissed as he wiggled weirdly turning static again.
The flat cupboard moved north and showed his frail or folding back with some thick splashed sayings harshly inscribed and numerous purplish-blue balls which were soaking damp and bounced & turned light brown dissolving in the soil.
I won't hurt the feelings of any synony.
I will respect every synony, nogging my chip.
I will try to attain every synonym form I need for my in-built potential plate.
'Ok, son. You're officially one of us now.'
Duke got so obsessed observing some puny-bouncy balls that his bond forced him to give them titles. Pop-Tart and Big Bran to the fat ones.
His Breakfast Bites. He recalled when his last lunch with the guys at his office & procrastinated watching some funny, vague & comedy videos of each other. His bully mother would call his friends as a group - 'The Puny heads or 'The Caca heads'. His times had changed. There he was once jumping on his sturdy bed after Beverly's message swooshed blood in large amounts pleasuring him that his brain became a ghost town.
His quarrels & silly fights with his mother for not cleaning his room & still remaining untidy was what emblazoned in his mind. Until it became clean after a scenario arrived in which consequences were thick or harsh. His mother making him realize his mistakes by announcing that she's going to renounce all the worldly pleasures, & going to an ice mountain to pratice meditation or teach evolution to creationists also made him think twice about his linear profession of coding.
His hefty & short size made him look like a toad but no longer human with those stumpy legs and sturdy needles. He half-heartedly sank and rose through his root ware thinking what difference did he made. It was all over like high school or middle school. Moreover, Duke's biggest flaw. Didn't know how to bond. How to culturally lay in? His mind was preoccupied with the question to ask Roy how to bond which sounded odd. So he tried behaving normally with the gnomes, he wherever met, through the greenish-black caves.
In the imaginery crowd of juicy balls floating in their fluids, rarely some gnomes were obese being in the same model of their chip were addressed as the cool guys who proclaimed self-respect after vigorously passing their mobility test.
Duke's mood suddenly leaped a drastic change & an inner shade of happiness casted on his face. Roy gave him exceptional looks & opened his sharp jaw & hissed, 'Why so happy? You are really a tint changer.'
'Why? Because I just unconditionally accepted who I am? Whatever I am? I believe now that any creature or thing mentally & emotionally accepts for who he is. There's no need for some tests.'
'Oh. I can see that, man.' Roy cheerfully says in a hushed tone as if no one else ought to know their mysterious conversation.
'Roy? Will you tell me more about the classes we'll be attending or it's like we are officially legal to perform any synony on any object or... gnomey?
'No! No! NO! The red band disappears if you become legal. It's the one who configures your offensive thoughts if they get side tracked. I shouldn't have told you that. It's not like classes. Your rootware will guide you futher on the insturctions you need to have in order to proceed. But illegal acts are very brutal. One of 'em is the red band squash. The band of yours become purple & starts dissolving inside your cylindrical neck & squashes the neck insides out. It's like the particles start defeating on their own. A horrible slow placement. One more thing.
Roy waited for Duke to come near until, "We don't say someone dead. We say he is on placement. It's sort of forbidden.
Duke slowly came near to Roy showing as if he was planning to commit a tort. Roy apprehended nicely with his quickly changing looks.
'Nice going, sharpie hands.'
'Maybe, I ... know what's your next plan of ... action is. It's something huge, right?
'It doesn't concern you.'
'Come on! The server can record every sentence you say and every conversation we've had. No one's secret is safe here. The server forces have preyed on me already, I don't want you to be next.'
'I'm not straightaway acting. It's time for me to still think & understand the way of it. Till then, I'm gonna learn and practice the synonies. or synonyms whatever.' Roy whispered 'Synonys' & remarked in a frightened voice to never speak the word wrong again. 'That maybe the last thing you sort of thought & did.'
In a very stumpy & sturdy condition, he was in. Maybe he had a compulsive disorder, due to which he obsessed on those instructions. What if they don't approve his tasks & give him a hard time? What if he isn't able to successfully accomplish those deeds which he need to lead?
The nightfall showed a sign with the purple sky turning velvet red. Roy confronted Duke that instructions will be only visible to him & may come itself.
'Don't get too obsessed. It's just to familiarize you with the gram.'
'Gram? Do they have grams now?'
'Grams is the main infrastructure which will show you the path to synonys.'
Duke's restating the obvious questions continued to annoy Roy, the sky was thick red with Roy blinked and sleep got aroused in his virtual memory. This wasn't Duke's fault.
This planet was straightaway pushing him to the eternal hell. Sleeping procedure is also insanely weird. Half of your virtual senses are turned off & other suddenly turn on as Carol goes emergency drags which aren't feeded to her. He sighs & gives him more lines to feed so to understand the mechanism of human mind in a more expansive way.
His moments with Carol so much piqued his interest to ask her position for dating her that made him realize, obviously he was missing Beverly. He observed other gnomes & their balls falling from their bottoms through which purplish black juices flowed & made wide curves looked like Beverly's cherry smiles, only he observed. Carol believed it was time for him to meet someone new which was not made of balls or fluid or grease. He missed his recipies, the Bubbling Bo most of all. Then the Ice cream triangle, peppermint balls with jelly sauce, & homemade candies with chocolate milk bars freezed & specially made for Beverly.
His Earth system was suddenly performing great with Beverly & he also didn't want to break her heart by telling her that it was a mere computer programme. This thought circled him & ate him very much. His last view showed that Beverly had started generating feelings for him & this would lead bigger problems.
Scaredly his needles hands gave him uncomfortable tinges of sadness which didn't wanted. He thought of any idea so to not hurt Beverly. Duke suddenly became shocked & completely eccentric. This was it. His biggest mistake. He trusted Ginell. Maybe he is the one. The malefactor. The culprit behind trapping me in this odd planet with laws of Frutonis, Duke thought.
But the main reason to focus was Beverly. She was the upper flermin in his life. A complex variable like me but equal to me in an unapprehendable or unbelievable way. Duke unrealizingly started his conversation with Carol.
Hey Carol, can you hear me?
> Yes, sir.
I want you to help me access my voice provider queue line & I assign you the task that whatever I think now you have to add that thinking fillings in the line.
> Sir, I am sorry to say but it's not possible. The way you think is human-based. It's not allowed in the server to add the exact same lines. The server interface sort of hates it. They believe it's manipulative.
It only hates, right? We could apply for it.
> There are security viewings in the curious server every nightfall. I believe the improbable task is going to happen this day in the evening. It's that. If I just start my procedure at the lazy dawn, there won't be any procedures or any watches on us.
But then maybe I'll have just five minutes, right? Ok. Add these lines. We'll see what happens.
The conversation became vague and over. Duke was startled with his furious thinking which became very speedy with the atmosphere of the evolving planet. The lines he gave were for confronting Beverly to record his lines before their 'passionate love' (Beverly calls sharply). It was his precious time when Duke will start spitting out the lines waiting in the queue with a raging fire in his mouth.
Beverly changes the pace of the recording to apparently understand the cause of lentils boiling in his brain. Beverly percieves every sentence of his recording. She was confused & baffled, panted uncontrollably for a few minutes & broke the silence about his conversation with him.
She was hurt. Her mind was troubled and anxiously hitting itself. What if Duke's unable to come back? What if the virtual gluttonous character of his dies in that world? How could she help him?
Her silence gave her ideas on the problem. She realized that his body must be taken care of & he does it every day for two hours. If she did it, he'll get time to think about bigger problems hoping to get caught. Tears dropping consistently filled his face. One thought obsessed her mind. It was to bring Duke back in any in unexplicable or unapprehended way needed. The recording was breathtaking. She couldn't sleep for a week. Her mind was goofing around badly & having strange nightmares which woke her in the midnight for most days. Her online message boards, conflicted her to accept that she had chronic panic attack which will go in a few days or weeks. It had become a big handful. Bowel movements were slowed. She looked after a week. She didn't knew that a week is equal to eight hours on that planet. It was hard to believe that this planet certainly existed.
After weeks & weeks passed momentarily, crime rate had suddenly appeared red in the news headlines. Most Ceiberg people were scared of this gang which Beverly quoted as 'inhuman'. One of the reporters managed to capture, a picture of that creature. Their stiff bodies wore thick brown sheets with belts stitched vertically. In that superior belt section, one belt showed a belt buckle which looked like an 19th century clock.
Beverly reminded him, that she'll be taking care of his body. Duke loved her so much after hearing this that obsessed thinking about her mostly. It was time, he realized the line moved & nearly ten gnomes appeared to be left including him.
'Administration panel is closed. The rest, please come tomorrow in the morning after 7.'
Duke's face looked nauseated or sad. He realized after running & panting that it was lame to run in annoyance. It were his moments of silence which he admired the most in this planet. He was alone resting on his thick leaf, adding some good lines for Beverly.
C> Sir. Something's wrong. The body interface suddenly getting disrupted.
D> Why? What's wrong? Where's Beverly? Isn't she there?
C> I believe that we aren't being mandated from the person Beverly. Are we?
D> What the f ... frak!
Duke didn't knew if the wet things recognized his curses on this planet. Probably not since, it's been a long time since he spoke nicely. He eternally hated the planet. The hatred was already increasing day by day.
My mind had precisely rested until my horoscopes showed terrifying twists & turns & gathered real problems. Duke didn't have time to think now, actually space became the issue. His instinct said that his body really needed to get back, there's some plot happening on Earth.
What if Beverly was kidnapped? What if Beverly is behind this awfully wet planet?
Thoughts crawled his mind. Some thoughts prickled & became unbearable to believe, for him. The pain flowed through every nerve as he tried to recall some thick memories. Nevertheless, his mind was certain that he should act. A plan was to be made. He needed Roy for assisting him in his plan. Maybe after the second administration, he'll be able to perform synonys & create a genuine plan to eradicate those profound & immoral laws to ditch the legalized & immensely evolved Frutonis.
The 'Second Administration' was the next day. Slowly woke up, after he last spoke to Beverly. He twisted the leaves finding if there was some writing inscribed on a melting gold or silver stone plate but there wasn't.
He tried searching the floor in the midnight. The grass sparkled at his every steps. That grass also had two types. One of them helped him walk through, but another type was deceptive & sinister. The second floor looked very odd certainly due to the second type. His feet felt baffling cold at his every step on grass that's why the floor required stronger guesses. Fortunately, no gnomes waiting for their turn to administer. He slowly walked and apparently saw that the grass inside the first cave had eyes, small blue watery eyes. He slipped and fall on one eye. It became dark black and steamed on the ground. He kept walking saving the eyes & found himself in a big trunk with a hole inside. His size suddenly had widened including his needle hands which were slim and sharp now became thick and blunt. He observed his shadow in the trunk, in which he looked more greenish than ever. He went inside and inside that hole & saw a big linear pebble like creature sitting on a small trunk carved into a small bench with dark blue hedgehogs creating a circle holding arrowheads in their small & oily hands. Duke poked another eye as he lose focus & cried, 'Excuse me! Is this the second administration panel?'
The pebble smiled broadly with hedgehows eying him in the eyes. The pebble was a feminine stone. Found very rare in the Frutonis world which Roy had told him.
'Yes, it is. How come?' The pebble smiled with her cuved jaw.
'I'm here to register myself', Duke murmured.
'Sure. I'll need to gain acceptance in your mind. Would you mind if I examine your hand? Please detach your needle.'
'I will.' Duke answered detaching his needle which clicked & rotated. Green liquid gushed out like a waterfall.
'PLEASE! Keep your arm straight. We shouldn't waste more blood. It's rare to gain more. Really takes years. To gain needle blood.' Duke heard & instantly held his arm straight throwing some drops over his round head.
The pebble leaned over the needle & poked it with a stone. Observing the dents, she became curiously happy.
'Your registration is successful. You're now the honorary evolved fruit of the Appelers community.'
The pebble cheered joyfully and slowly sat on her brown trunk with hedgehows eying him through a sideways look. Her cheerfullness turned into sadness instantly. Duke didn't knew what to say.
She started crying sharply. Loudly. Wasn't stopping. Tears came out & steamed on their way to her belly button.
He unknowingly asked, 'What's wrong?'
'It doesn't matter, sir. Nothing matters. We are going to die a agonizing death in this evolved hell!'
'Tell me! We'll do something. Maybe you could.'
'Oh. I'll tell you what's wrong, sir? The whole range of Frutonis humiliate pebbles don't you know?
'Sorry ... but ... I have heard about the humiliation of your community. Why do they -
'It's a very old story. It's real or fake, there's no clue. These silly tales doesn't bother me, now. So, it doesn't matter, nothing matters.' The pebble spoke with her eyes closed for a long time. Duke assumed that she looked as if she wanted to be alone. Duke didn't knew what to do, so he started moving backwards giving her space to comfort her.
Duke slowly sat on her single lined slab & said, 'If it ... makes you ... feel any better, a Locust Honey gnome tried to open up something & the server sucked his all genomes & ate his yellow chip present on a branch squirting mud on the grass. Some of it fell on the eyes. Some say that it was so hot, it killed some of grass's eyes & also disconnected the underground Belts which transported balls from filler regiments.
'You won't shut up until I say?' Mrs. Pebble exclaimed. Duke was not horror-struck. He brainstormed hard to make her happy but didn't knew how to. It would have been possible if he lived there for not long but for some days. Heroes don't give up, but they do once. That's a lousy sentence. He acquainted that he wasn't fit to buoy her spirits so he requested one last time. Mrs. Pebble thundered beside him & shouted 'fine' which probably created a breakdown of his virtual ear membranes.
'Legendary evolvers say, there came a small & ugly creature unaware--tightly covered in orange metals with a simple job to 'astrotravel--travel after a falling star repels itself'. Those legends later claimed that it became so nervous after being repelled that it lost it's focus and stranded on a barren layer which got somehow derived. His work was just through the space & configuring planets physically like their density, mass, their dwarfs & other shapeshifting moons. His choice of planets was mighty worse. the planets which showed and existed. He believed that different planets hid or showed their embarassing secrets of having an emotional well-being. When he came to this stricken planet, his mind became unexpectdly rational, continuous rumbling began in his mole ears for some days. It felt to him as if the planet was a living being. Appeared like a big meteorite after xenon traces teared apart. The meteorite was filled with these riveting green pellets of fluid bursting after every sound it made.
The orange tin-can tried to familiarize the frequency and admired the sound. The sound was like a deep never-ending yawn. He gradually tried to learn fast with unexplicable changes which came in view. The planet had suddenly turned superiorly affectionate being with the slow learner. Delcod--was what planet named it. The planet also was a curious one after his inscribed writings were visibly met on ground, it shined for like a standard Fruitonian hour. Delcod expectdly learned so fast with his orange tin fluid schemas stirring up inside, arranging its matter & turning every fine piece of work ... attractive for guests. The sounds slowly increased and turned into some dazzy electric charges. These charges started attracting various elements which ever it found were possible. It maybe wanted a world with it's own norms and motives. That required to run the planet to preserve the attractiveness with which a new desire dissolved in him. The planet really worked out the way perfectly with the traveller. It was so systematically prepared that after the completion, certainly looked like ... an organized inscriptovoid. My word formations, get a habit of it.
The Frutoni site was formed with some analysis with the Delcod - the metal traveller. He learnt so much in a few weeks which he had never possessed ever in his nevertheless small pacing life. After some days of processing some squishy crafts and cravings, Delcod observed a dazzling coral over the uncrafted side. Some of the inscriptions were written and were observed by a silverish juggler. It was made of arranged rocks and tossing several piles of limestones. Each stone was moving and calibrating, probably maintaining homeostasis at every stance so not wanting to break sequence. It slowly moved its second row's third rock of his face to observe Delcod just floating through the fourth half attracted towards the coral shiner. The rock dusted it's around parts and sheeted into a small perfect miniature of Delcod. The rock dusted a little more and a mighty small trapezium moved it's mouth.
Basically, two cultures were born and straightaway slid to problems with varied spontaneous temperaments.
'Some markings maybe misread, you might need help, Sir Tosses a Lot. This isn't an abnormal language like yours, don't you have to think it. It's from a high defined culture with superior legacy. Make a habit of dealing with us.'
'I probably won't', a message which Delcod's inbuilt glass on it's arm recited.
Delcod pretended that he unheard but his visible pretense didn't work. His sayings emblazoned so rigidly that he understood what had just happened. He floated with super might with his orange metals creaking & using hot radiating particle blowers to straightaway rise over the first half which looked brighter than ever. It was this place similar to where now Frutonis have been nourished and flourished like needybuns.
His mind was behind the inscriptions & markings inscribed on the shiny, sturdy domes. The inscribed writings which he saw was the planet describing how to create a process of origin. With that, how to create a diverse chain of species. The planet was so deeply involved with Delcod but they made two species. The diversity was introduced culturally as it became flawless with a new innovative biohack which got introduced by Delcod. His seemlessly carefree body slipped to the hard inscribed writings of the planet.
Those inscriptions also showed that the planet was duly hiding something which he tried to propose. That was true. The planet's feelings also reflected over that squeaky juggler attracting the planet by juggling a pile of shining stones. In some profound inscriptions which we found after the massive breakout that he looked like a bluish can with a helmet like head. Through the susceptible inscriptions Delcod was becoming desperately tensed and creepily curious that what lied behind those inscriptions which he couldn't find. So he chose which we regret to this day, the easy way out. He chose to destroy whatever he made with the passion of his only planet being the necessary auxillary. After some of the richly filled grass trees got teared away, some of the grains holed very deep that they came out through the second half.
These two species were mighty different. The planet couldn't finalize between them. At whose ordinance the planet should proceed. So the planet took the despairing decision which hit every seed to its core. It forbade both of them and told them that the planet has made an unianimous decision after agreeing with it's invisible super tingle and they have made a decision which requires the vaporization of both solid members. This will lead to the particles to meet the lands equally and this could help both of them to attain a bond with a defeat of enmity.
The planet understood his will & the markings which he made. This led to a sensational journey of new era of the planet which had an hidden path to rigid evolution. The planet believed in a path which got foresaken on Earth due to hideous laws which were naturally consistent. The planet being eccentric made varying time-bound laws which varied according to their provided time. The first law which hopefully was established about the planet was to have a fast paced evolving rate with a denser amount of blessed evolution. With the first law, a creature itself tore the dry land and came out of the crust. It was before he knew that the planet had deepening feelings for him in an unusual way. He learned about it when the planet made him clear that he was the organizer of this world & the world must act on his commands. So, he was able to get what he wanted on the planet. Slowly & solemnly, he never slaved any of his creatures, both forced & unknown. Forced creatures were the ones he liked. The unknown ones were created with the due course of the planet which cared what he wanted the most and rest was dead. The planet aroused his thinking that the inscription markings may deteriorate his abilities & the communication with his planet internal through signs & with the span of years, he'd die. With this, an unusual micro entity developed with flickering grey rock and fall in love with its black soil at first sight. These creatures slowly evolved with the warmth of the soil and their possession of flickering made them feel healthy and richer than other creatures. Most creatures, disliked this community and labelled their natural flickering as a quirk or disability. These creatures had an internal body thermostat which helped them survive in any temperature in the due course. But, it's the most hard job to turn up the internal tingle so to increase the temperature of thermostat. Slowly, it increased so much to an extent that these creatures were banned entry to other zones where different creatures worked for their eggs or for the necessary nourishment to vision for observation of the damp skins of their mates. Some were really a piece of work. Believe it or not it's true. The micro entity paced relentlessly and turned into a major species. This species was basically inevitable and immortal. It had a superior ability to melt itself and turn into a Fruitoni. This change was unacceptable for the other Frutoni creatures.
These melted creatures never left hope. Some of them straight away went through and got vaporised due to unhandled atmosphere. Rarely, some settled at unknown coordinates.
As time passed with stoney creatures & evolved fruits, their strong forces suddenly started turning repellent and some vigorous unknown hate ran through both communities. There was a third area of the planet which was kept barren for some reason. The planet didn't liked it. Slowly, this raged into a bad war which was fought on the barren lands. Somehow, the planet knew about this war. The stoney guys fought hard but lost. They were tortured and remained hidden in the region that was beside the Stonix shore. This war was very long until, the planet forgot that evolution also increases the course of the time span which was the reason, it wasn't able to contact Delcod who might've been melted or might have entered the Frutoni premises as being a close entity of the planet. Nothing mattered for the planet now, so it created another bizarre creatures with unusual laws and customs. The custom which stabbed straight was that to control the evolution rate in the Frutoni creatures, they must gain access to the Stonix shore and rub their skin with potion infused & mixed with limestone & magma rocks. Those were the ones, through which eternal hatred aroused more into the Stroncks. So this problem slowly became severly hazardous for Frutonis. So many Frutonis dying and their fluid resizing and variations multiplied. This problem slowly reached out to the melted Stroncks who became an evolved species known as Luigies. They looked just fine. Until a superior rage had befallen amongst them, these creatures some how became so evolved that their bodies looked unstoppable. Their grey ugly fresh was the finest one ever on the planet. With Frutonis vaporizing, they observed Luigies entering their landscape. The squeaking Peaches didn't squeak. Later, observed that they had just vaporized. Their rage fueled more as whenever they tried to communicate to an evolved Frutoni which vaporized. Slowly, the vaporization beamed up and the Frutonis all stirred up in the humid atmosphere. The elected leader of the unanimous Luigies turned to the Stroncks and ordered to enter the Frutoni premises on a greyish slab. They triggered their instincts so strongly to infuse the limestones and magma rock potions.'