Post by pinkarray on Nov 15, 2019 21:35:09 GMT -5
I know this board is dead but I want to share this story here because I love CWACOM.
The reason why I wrote this story was because I hate Steve. I think he is worthless as a pet considering that he is a wild animal and it shows through his actions. I headcanon that there were quite a few hunters around Swallow Falls considering the shortage of food.
Flint screamed and fell flat on the ground, dropping Steve off his shoulder at the sound of the hunter's gunshot and Steve's scream. As Flint shut his eyes, he crawled back, arms in front of his face, head turned, and curled up. Hearing Steve's gasps for breath and weak cries, he quickly crawled to him. With that, his heart jumped again and started feeling like a python was squeezing it until it was choking to death. He shook violently.
"Steve, are you okay? Steve! Please, hang in there, buddy! Don't die! You're...you're too young to die!" cried Flint, grabbing Steve's wounded head. "You're the only pet I have. How would I invent without you?"
Flint felt tears coming to his eyes but held them back.
"Ste - static e…" murmured Steve quietly, using his hand to caress Flint's cheek and the other to reach out for him.
The static on the thought translator continued running between Steve's words, making Flint scream or gasp each time.
"This can't be..." whispered Flint, as more tears came to his eyes, threatening to fall.
Steve looked at Flint's tear-filled eyes with his own half-opened eyes.
"Gummy… static static ears…."
"Oh, Steve. If only I had gummy bears." Flint said tearfully.
Steve's eyes were starting to close as he groaned and struggled to open them. Flint kept opening Steve's eyelids and tried to hold them open. But in a moment, Steve stopped breathing and his thought translator made a shutdown sound. Flint saw his dilated pupils to which he felt so numb he might as well have been dying himself.
"Steve, no! Steve, wake up, please. You can do it, buddy. Come on." cried Flint, shaking and bouncing him. "You're not dead, you're just sleeping."
Flint hyperventilated. He squeezed his pulse and flinched when there was nothing beating. He then put his hand on his heart, which gave him no feeling as well.
"You just… need to be taken to the vet and he'll bring you back." At this point, tears started rolling down freely from his eyes. "No…NO!" Flint bawled and sniffed, embracing his pet. He felt his heart crumble and fall into many pieces.
A nearby voice called for him which startled him. He quickly wiped his eyes. He was now more embarrassed than ever that he was crying right in front of somebody. He looked up and saw a man holding a gun, looking down at him with remorse.
"There's no use for him now. So can I have him?"
Flint wildly shook his head. The man tried to grab Steve but he and Flint ended up playing tug a war with Steve. When Flint managed to win the fight, he took off. The strange man looked down and angry.
"That was pointless. I knew I should've never shot a pet while it's with somebody else." said the man, feeling even more remorse than ever.
Flint dropped Steve in his backyard and dashed into his lab. He jumped on his bed, hugging his pillow. He wailed Steve's name into his pillow and begged for him to come back. He shook with fury and pounded his mattress.
A few hours later, Tim was on his way to the lab. He found a mauled Steve, hungry bugs crawling all over him and devouring him with a gunshot wound to his head. He sighed... and he was just on his way to call Flint to dinner but should he leave him alone? He shook his head and decided to go into the lab anyway. When he called Flint, he heard a groan. And there he saw Flint, head buried in his pillow. He walked up to him, saying, "Flint, perhaps that bite did not weigh…"
"Shut up, dad," Flint snapped, covering his ears with his pillow. "I am not in the mood for your stupid fishing metaphors!"
Tim was disappointed in himself that his attempt to console Flint had made things worse. Flint hated crying in front of his father because he would always use a fishing metaphor to try and comfort his son and it would end up making him feel worse. But he couldn't stop himself, no matter how hard he tried. He just kept weeping.
"I never wanted you to keep a wild animal, son. The only reason I let you have Steve was because you didn't have any friends and we didn't have enough money to buy a pet."
Flint sat on his bed and got the clothes out of the laundry basket Steve used to sleep in and hugged them. "You don't understand, dad! I lost my first and best friend in the entire world!"
Flint proceeded to take a whiff of Steve's scent off the clothes.
"But I do understand how hard it is to lose a pet. I lost a lot of pet fish."
Tim tried to put his arm around Flint but he rebuffed it. "Don't touch me! Just get out of here and leave me alone. I don't want to eat."
Here, Tim could've used a fishing metaphor but he did not want to fuel his son's anger and grief any further.
"I hate this town! Why can't we just have more food instead of hunting animals and fishing for sardines all the time?! Why does everyone got to be so poor?!" exclaimed Flint.
"It's a very small town with little resources to sustain it like other big cities. And it was ran primarily on sardines before the Baby Brent Sardine Cannery closed down." He paused. "I know that we're low on money right now but when I get enough money, I'll buy you another pet."
Flint sighed. "You know, I don't think I'm in the mood to have another pet anytime soon. But maybe in the future, you know... I always wanted a dog but you can buy me a cat if you want since they're cheaper. Cats are more like monkeys. Just make sure it's an outdoor, social cat."
"You betcha, sonny."
Flint scratched his head, partially still confused about whether he wanted a dog or a cat. The grief clouded his mind so that he wouldn't think properly as well. But nevertheless, he still smiled wistfully and hugged his father. Tim returned the hug in a more emotional way and the hug ended up lasting longer than Flint initially thought.
The next morning, Flint buried Steve right next to his lab with his thought translator in front of the grave. On the left side of the cross was written "The heart of my lab", on the right side was written "The light of my world", and on the bottom was written "Best monkey in the world". He blew his nose into a tissue, then dropped his face into his hands, crying. Tears soaked the dirt.
Okay, not gonna lie, this actually got to me a bit. A bit weird considering how much I want Steve to die especially for making Flint cry in the sequel? But still poor Flint. It's hard seeing my fav character so sad.
The reason why I wrote this story was because I hate Steve. I think he is worthless as a pet considering that he is a wild animal and it shows through his actions. I headcanon that there were quite a few hunters around Swallow Falls considering the shortage of food.
Flint screamed and fell flat on the ground, dropping Steve off his shoulder at the sound of the hunter's gunshot and Steve's scream. As Flint shut his eyes, he crawled back, arms in front of his face, head turned, and curled up. Hearing Steve's gasps for breath and weak cries, he quickly crawled to him. With that, his heart jumped again and started feeling like a python was squeezing it until it was choking to death. He shook violently.
"Steve, are you okay? Steve! Please, hang in there, buddy! Don't die! You're...you're too young to die!" cried Flint, grabbing Steve's wounded head. "You're the only pet I have. How would I invent without you?"
Flint felt tears coming to his eyes but held them back.
"Ste - static e…" murmured Steve quietly, using his hand to caress Flint's cheek and the other to reach out for him.
The static on the thought translator continued running between Steve's words, making Flint scream or gasp each time.
"This can't be..." whispered Flint, as more tears came to his eyes, threatening to fall.
Steve looked at Flint's tear-filled eyes with his own half-opened eyes.
"Gummy… static static ears…."
"Oh, Steve. If only I had gummy bears." Flint said tearfully.
Steve's eyes were starting to close as he groaned and struggled to open them. Flint kept opening Steve's eyelids and tried to hold them open. But in a moment, Steve stopped breathing and his thought translator made a shutdown sound. Flint saw his dilated pupils to which he felt so numb he might as well have been dying himself.
"Steve, no! Steve, wake up, please. You can do it, buddy. Come on." cried Flint, shaking and bouncing him. "You're not dead, you're just sleeping."
Flint hyperventilated. He squeezed his pulse and flinched when there was nothing beating. He then put his hand on his heart, which gave him no feeling as well.
"You just… need to be taken to the vet and he'll bring you back." At this point, tears started rolling down freely from his eyes. "No…NO!" Flint bawled and sniffed, embracing his pet. He felt his heart crumble and fall into many pieces.
A nearby voice called for him which startled him. He quickly wiped his eyes. He was now more embarrassed than ever that he was crying right in front of somebody. He looked up and saw a man holding a gun, looking down at him with remorse.
"There's no use for him now. So can I have him?"
Flint wildly shook his head. The man tried to grab Steve but he and Flint ended up playing tug a war with Steve. When Flint managed to win the fight, he took off. The strange man looked down and angry.
"That was pointless. I knew I should've never shot a pet while it's with somebody else." said the man, feeling even more remorse than ever.
Flint dropped Steve in his backyard and dashed into his lab. He jumped on his bed, hugging his pillow. He wailed Steve's name into his pillow and begged for him to come back. He shook with fury and pounded his mattress.
A few hours later, Tim was on his way to the lab. He found a mauled Steve, hungry bugs crawling all over him and devouring him with a gunshot wound to his head. He sighed... and he was just on his way to call Flint to dinner but should he leave him alone? He shook his head and decided to go into the lab anyway. When he called Flint, he heard a groan. And there he saw Flint, head buried in his pillow. He walked up to him, saying, "Flint, perhaps that bite did not weigh…"
"Shut up, dad," Flint snapped, covering his ears with his pillow. "I am not in the mood for your stupid fishing metaphors!"
Tim was disappointed in himself that his attempt to console Flint had made things worse. Flint hated crying in front of his father because he would always use a fishing metaphor to try and comfort his son and it would end up making him feel worse. But he couldn't stop himself, no matter how hard he tried. He just kept weeping.
"I never wanted you to keep a wild animal, son. The only reason I let you have Steve was because you didn't have any friends and we didn't have enough money to buy a pet."
Flint sat on his bed and got the clothes out of the laundry basket Steve used to sleep in and hugged them. "You don't understand, dad! I lost my first and best friend in the entire world!"
Flint proceeded to take a whiff of Steve's scent off the clothes.
"But I do understand how hard it is to lose a pet. I lost a lot of pet fish."
Tim tried to put his arm around Flint but he rebuffed it. "Don't touch me! Just get out of here and leave me alone. I don't want to eat."
Here, Tim could've used a fishing metaphor but he did not want to fuel his son's anger and grief any further.
"I hate this town! Why can't we just have more food instead of hunting animals and fishing for sardines all the time?! Why does everyone got to be so poor?!" exclaimed Flint.
"It's a very small town with little resources to sustain it like other big cities. And it was ran primarily on sardines before the Baby Brent Sardine Cannery closed down." He paused. "I know that we're low on money right now but when I get enough money, I'll buy you another pet."
Flint sighed. "You know, I don't think I'm in the mood to have another pet anytime soon. But maybe in the future, you know... I always wanted a dog but you can buy me a cat if you want since they're cheaper. Cats are more like monkeys. Just make sure it's an outdoor, social cat."
"You betcha, sonny."
Flint scratched his head, partially still confused about whether he wanted a dog or a cat. The grief clouded his mind so that he wouldn't think properly as well. But nevertheless, he still smiled wistfully and hugged his father. Tim returned the hug in a more emotional way and the hug ended up lasting longer than Flint initially thought.
The next morning, Flint buried Steve right next to his lab with his thought translator in front of the grave. On the left side of the cross was written "The heart of my lab", on the right side was written "The light of my world", and on the bottom was written "Best monkey in the world". He blew his nose into a tissue, then dropped his face into his hands, crying. Tears soaked the dirt.
Okay, not gonna lie, this actually got to me a bit. A bit weird considering how much I want Steve to die especially for making Flint cry in the sequel? But still poor Flint. It's hard seeing my fav character so sad.