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Well here is part two of Tamias's origin story. This time for the art I wanted to experiment a bit with a more painterly approach to my backgrounds. So far I like the results and the potential of this. Anyway here's the accompanying story.. Enjoy! X3
If you have not read part 1 please read it first before reading this. Part 1 http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15400743/
Part 3 http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15604498/
The Void Within
All around the confused chipmunk floating in the suspension of gravity’s absences were fragments, anything from small dust particles to mountain sized chunks, of what appeared to be an utterly destroyed world drifting in the inky starless black void all around. Only luminous whips of pale blues and blood reds provided the only source of dim light. What manner of place did the chipmunk find himself in? He looked all around to figure out where he was in this strange place which felt cold and lifeless. The chunks of the ruined world were shades of grays, pale blues, and dull blacks, much like burnt embers drained of all the combustible energies and left as ash in the bottom of a fireplace. Upon some of the larger fragments were charred trees and even the ruined buildings, decimated towns, and cities. It was as if what ever this past world that may have been was destroyed by an incredibly powerful calamity. Perhaps the world exploded or maybe a very large planet sized object smashed into it. Maybe the sun that may have once shined upon this world detonated blasting the world to bits.. What ever the cause of world's destruction was of unimaginable violence.
It was a violence the chipmunk felt in pains on his chest and belly where he saw scars from old wounds that glowed a red color which brighten and dimed with ebb and flow of each wave of pain. He grasp his chest and belly and tucked into a fetal position groaning from those pains tearing through him which lasted for a few minutes, but an eternity to him. The pains left as quickly as they came though.
The chipmunk opened his eyes and unfurled his limbs to see a nebulous cloud glowing a pale light. The center of the cloud from where most of the light emitted was dense while that density tapered off into thin wavy wisps extending like delicate streamers into the blackness of the void. He began feeling the cloud’s gravity pull on him. He drifted past the chunks of the obliterated world. As he drifted closer to the cloud, the chunks began to take on a more foreboding character. The pale grays, blues and blacks, gave way to chard black fragments laced with glowing red hot lava welling through fissures and faults etched all over the fragments as if some gigantic monster slashed and lacerated them with powerful claws. His heart raced from tendrils of fear wrapping around his body as it became clear that the source of this former world’s destruction resided within the cloud itself. Fighting desperately against the increasing pull of the cloud's gravity, the chipmunk kicked and flailed against the current. But like a drowning man caught in an undertow, his struggles were in vain as he was pulled into the cloud.
As the chipmunk fell inside the cloud, it revealed itself to be a stormy melstrom. Bolts of lighting flickered and crackled through the cloud as it bellowed, twisted, and churned like the waves of stormy seas. Thunder roared and boomed all around so loudly the overwhelmed chipmunk felted its powerful vibrations thumping his chest. He struggled to regain control of his movements. However hurricane force winds whipped him into some wild and random trajectory throughout the boiling and seething interior of the cloud. The frighten chipmunk screamed helplessly as he fell into a dense gaseous lobe glowing yellow and blood red. Like some great sea monster devouring its prey, that lobe of cloud swallowed him whole.
Suddenly all was calm once again. The chipmunk exhausted from his struggling found himself in the eye of the storm per say. As he panted heavily trying to catch his breath, he realized he was drifting in a vast open space surrounded by the maelstrom he just emerged from, churning in the distances. It was then something caught his eyes. In the center of the space was a black shiny sphere, perfect in form. Around the edges strange optical distortions stretched and contracted as this sphere somehow was literally bending the light emitted from things behind it before that light reached the chipmunk’s eyes. Wondering what that sphere was, the Chipmunk stroked and paddled, as if swimming under water, making his way towards the sphere.
The Chipmunk came to a stop close to the sphere, so close he could see his reflection in the polished surface. Though his reflection was dimmed by the pitch blackness of the surface’s color, it was like that of a mirror in quality. He reached out and felt the surface and dragged the tips of his fingers along its smoothness. Though the sphere felt like glass and seemingly just as fragile, he could also sense that it was made of some kind of very hard material as strong as any stone or metal. He could also sense its ice coldness as well, not in the sense of temperature, but in emotion or more precisely... apathy... in shear qualities. It seem like this sphere or whatever was inside of it simply did not care about what was going on outside of it, not even the maelstrom seething all around it nor of the ruins of the destroyed world further out.
It was then the chipmunk noticed that with each prominent flash of lighting flickering in the distant maelstrom the sphere’s already pitch black color briefly became darker while at the same time he felt some invisible force similar to a gust of wind pushing at him as it emanated from the sphere in all directions. Though it was not strong enough to repel him from the sphere, the chipmunk did notice that it was certainly powerful enough to push against the maelstrom sending it out to farther distances. It was as if the sphere or what was inside of it simply did not want to see what was going on outside of it. In fact it was trying to push everything around it away.
As the chipmunk turned his attention back to the sphere’s surface, the solid black surface of the sphere where his reflection was at became transparent. He lean closer to the surface to get a better look at what lay inside the sphere. Inside this seemingly impenetrable sphere of utter apathy was what appeared to be calm serene paradise. The skies were an ethereal blue with fluffy white clouds floating lazily by. The lush hilly meadow teeming with grasses waving in the gentle breeze and colorful flowers were surrounded by a thick forest. In the middle of the meadow was a quaint underground home built into the side of a hill. Even though he did not know who that home belonged to, he did recognize it as a chipmunk den. A stone pathway lead from the transparency the chipmunk was looking through to the granite steps at the foot of the den’s round wooden entry door.
Wondering if he could explore the den, the chipmunk touched the sphere again. This time he was pulled inside the sphere giving him a slight startle. When he regained his bearings he found himself standing on the first of the pathway’s stepping stones. Unsure of what to make of this place he cautiously proceeded down the path towards the den. Though the area was idyllic, he could not help but sense an unsettled tenseness about it this place. As he approached the den he crouched low so as to not be seen. He made his way to one of the two windows. He found the windows slightly open. He could hear the playful voice of a chipmunk cub from inside the den. He carefully peeked inside the window. Sure enough there was a young chipmunk cub playing with some of the toys strewn about a playroom.
In the cub’s hands was an action figure of a chipmunk wearing battle armor and armed with a sword. In his other hand was another action figure, it was a more hideous reptilian one red in color. Its eyes were yellow and three horns protruded from its forehead. Perhaps it was a villain.
“I Grimark the Terror, will take over the Chipmunk Kingdom!” the cub spoke with a raspy voice playing the part of the villain action figure as he waved it tauntingly in front of the Chipmunk action figure.
“Not if I stop you!” the cub said in as deep and heroic as his child voice would allow. Playing the part of the Chipmunk in Action figure. “I Tamias the Chipmunk Hero will stop you!”
“Tamias the Chipmunk Hero?…” The chipmunk wondered as he continued watching the cub play on. Despite his lack of memory he did remember that name...somehow. The very mention of it made him smile. But why did he remember that name?
At that moment the cub clashed the action figures together as he made explosion noises from his mouth. He repeated the clashing over and over pretending the two action figures were fighting each other in some titanic battle. The figures collided and clashed again and again. This battle continued voraciously for a few minutes. Finally the cub slammed the hero into the villain. The cub released his hold on the villain allowing the vanquished action figure fall to the floor. The battle was over and the Hero won.
“You have been defeated Grimark!” The cub said in triumph.
“I will get you next time! Next time!!” The cub muffled his voice at mid sentence by placing one hand-paw over his mouth as he covered Grimark with a cardboard box.
The cub then placed the Hero next to a playset of a castle. The facade of the castle was in the shape of a chipmunk’s skull.
The Chipmunk was shocked as he looked on. He was amazed that he also remembered this very playset. It was then he realized that he was an avid fan of Tamias the Chipmunk Hero and remembered playing with these action figures and this very castle playset. He also remembered how caring and good he made the hero to his friends and allies well beyond what the toy maker had depicted the character as.
The cub opened the castle gate and moved the Hero through it.
“Now to try saving the sick one.” the cub said continuing to roll play as the Hero.
“Sick one?” the chipmunk wondered. “Who was this sick one?” Despite his intense keenness he could not make out what was going on inside that castle as the playset blocked his view.
“The bad guys won’t hurt you anymore.” the cub said softly. “We have our fortress. We will stay side of it. Nobody will ever be mean to us again.” Though the voice was reassuring to the unseen character within the playset, there was something about the uneasy overtones of the cub’s voice that sat the fur on the nape of the Chipmunk’s neck on edge. He had to find out who that sick one was.
The chipmunk saw his opportunity to find out who that sick one was when the cub left the room. He carefully climbed through the window into the room. He took slow steps carefully treading the wooden floor with as lightly as he could as if he were walking on thin ice so as not to cause any of the old planks to squeek. He slowly made his way closer and closer to the playset keep one eye on it and the other on the door the cub exited from. When he was close enough to the play set he peered over the walls and parapets of that make believe castle to see Tamias the Chipmunk Hero standing next to one additional figure laying on a little bed. The figure was wrapped in strips of paper towel pretending to be bandages. He reached down into the playset and took the bandaged figure in his hand-paw.
The chipmunk studied the wrapped figure curious to see what was inside those bandages. He slowly unwrapped the bandages to reveal another chipmunk action figure. However the chipmunk he saw was not a character from the Tamias the Chipmunk Hero toyline. To his horror he was staring at an action figure of ….himself. On the little figures chest and belly were lacerations drawn on it with a red marker corresponding to his scars.
“A….am I the sick one?” the shocked chipmunk muttered in dismay.
He quickly pick up the Chipmunk Hero and looked at it as well. However instead of seeing the hero’s face. He saw his own on that figure as well. Startle by the sight. He dropped the figure to the floor causing its armor to pop off his body. He looked down at the hero and saw the same scars as his own and the sick one.
“Wh...what?! What does this mean” muttered the chipmunk he was more confused now.
It was then the cub came back into the room. Caught red handed. The chipmunk gasped at the cub who stood there in the doorway petrified in fear. The chipmunk too was petrified in fear as well, not from being caught. It was the fact that he saw lasaraction appearing on the cub’s belly and chest, exactly where his own scars were located on his body. Was this cub, the sick one, the Hero, and him one in the same?
“Wh...what does all of this mean?” the chipmunk uttered in a confused voice.
The cub stood there as still as a stone statue, fear rendering him silent..
“Tell me!” The chipmunk insisted frantically.
It was then the wounds on the cub began the glow red.
“No! No! No!” the cub screamed as his legs buckled. He huddled up into a fetal position. “No I don’t wanna hurt! I don’t wanna hurt!!” the cubs begging words decayed into screams as he reeled in pain.
The scars on the chipmunks chest began glowing as well sending bolts of pain thundering through his body causing him to collapse to the floor. He grown from the searing burning he felt from his scars.
As both pain stricken chipmunks reeled in agony, the sick one action figure’s scars glowed as well.
However somehow, the last bits of sanity in the Chipmunk noticed that the Hero action figures scares did not glow. But before he could even begin to figure out what the meaning of that was, another intense wave of pain slammed into both the cub and himself, he screamed in agony as the cub cried and yelled.
The ground began to shake as the skies outside darken. The idyllic place was consumed by the meastrome outside the sphere. Lightning flashed and thunder roared growing louder and more intense with each passing second.
“I don’t wanna hurt!!!” “I don’t wanna hurt!” The cub screamed out “I don’t want to….”
A lightning bolt struck through the window slamming into the room with a blinding flash of light.
“...hurt! I don’t wanna hurt!!!” “I don’t wanna hurt!!!!” Norman screamed out as he lurched upright in the hospital bed he was laying in. His eyes were glazed over in panic from that horrid nightmare.
Doc was at his bedside along with a some members of his team. The feline cryogenic specialist hugged the frighten chipmunk as he did when he first woke him from stasis a week ago.
“Its okay...Its okay.. it was just a dream” Doc reassured with a soft voice as he kept him in a loving embrace.
But those soothing words were of little comfort as Norman knew it was more than a dream. He knew it had to be something about himself he simply could not remember anymore other than the Tamias the Chipmunk Hero toys he once played with in the distant past and what he saw in that nightmare. Who was he? What was the meaning of what he saw and experienced in that frightful dream? Why was he being forced to endure yet more suffering? All the chipmunk could do though was weep into the cat’s shoulders.
To be continued….
If you have not read part 1 please read it first before reading this. Part 1 http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15400743/
Part 3 http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15604498/
The Void Within
All around the confused chipmunk floating in the suspension of gravity’s absences were fragments, anything from small dust particles to mountain sized chunks, of what appeared to be an utterly destroyed world drifting in the inky starless black void all around. Only luminous whips of pale blues and blood reds provided the only source of dim light. What manner of place did the chipmunk find himself in? He looked all around to figure out where he was in this strange place which felt cold and lifeless. The chunks of the ruined world were shades of grays, pale blues, and dull blacks, much like burnt embers drained of all the combustible energies and left as ash in the bottom of a fireplace. Upon some of the larger fragments were charred trees and even the ruined buildings, decimated towns, and cities. It was as if what ever this past world that may have been was destroyed by an incredibly powerful calamity. Perhaps the world exploded or maybe a very large planet sized object smashed into it. Maybe the sun that may have once shined upon this world detonated blasting the world to bits.. What ever the cause of world's destruction was of unimaginable violence.
It was a violence the chipmunk felt in pains on his chest and belly where he saw scars from old wounds that glowed a red color which brighten and dimed with ebb and flow of each wave of pain. He grasp his chest and belly and tucked into a fetal position groaning from those pains tearing through him which lasted for a few minutes, but an eternity to him. The pains left as quickly as they came though.
The chipmunk opened his eyes and unfurled his limbs to see a nebulous cloud glowing a pale light. The center of the cloud from where most of the light emitted was dense while that density tapered off into thin wavy wisps extending like delicate streamers into the blackness of the void. He began feeling the cloud’s gravity pull on him. He drifted past the chunks of the obliterated world. As he drifted closer to the cloud, the chunks began to take on a more foreboding character. The pale grays, blues and blacks, gave way to chard black fragments laced with glowing red hot lava welling through fissures and faults etched all over the fragments as if some gigantic monster slashed and lacerated them with powerful claws. His heart raced from tendrils of fear wrapping around his body as it became clear that the source of this former world’s destruction resided within the cloud itself. Fighting desperately against the increasing pull of the cloud's gravity, the chipmunk kicked and flailed against the current. But like a drowning man caught in an undertow, his struggles were in vain as he was pulled into the cloud.
As the chipmunk fell inside the cloud, it revealed itself to be a stormy melstrom. Bolts of lighting flickered and crackled through the cloud as it bellowed, twisted, and churned like the waves of stormy seas. Thunder roared and boomed all around so loudly the overwhelmed chipmunk felted its powerful vibrations thumping his chest. He struggled to regain control of his movements. However hurricane force winds whipped him into some wild and random trajectory throughout the boiling and seething interior of the cloud. The frighten chipmunk screamed helplessly as he fell into a dense gaseous lobe glowing yellow and blood red. Like some great sea monster devouring its prey, that lobe of cloud swallowed him whole.
Suddenly all was calm once again. The chipmunk exhausted from his struggling found himself in the eye of the storm per say. As he panted heavily trying to catch his breath, he realized he was drifting in a vast open space surrounded by the maelstrom he just emerged from, churning in the distances. It was then something caught his eyes. In the center of the space was a black shiny sphere, perfect in form. Around the edges strange optical distortions stretched and contracted as this sphere somehow was literally bending the light emitted from things behind it before that light reached the chipmunk’s eyes. Wondering what that sphere was, the Chipmunk stroked and paddled, as if swimming under water, making his way towards the sphere.
The Chipmunk came to a stop close to the sphere, so close he could see his reflection in the polished surface. Though his reflection was dimmed by the pitch blackness of the surface’s color, it was like that of a mirror in quality. He reached out and felt the surface and dragged the tips of his fingers along its smoothness. Though the sphere felt like glass and seemingly just as fragile, he could also sense that it was made of some kind of very hard material as strong as any stone or metal. He could also sense its ice coldness as well, not in the sense of temperature, but in emotion or more precisely... apathy... in shear qualities. It seem like this sphere or whatever was inside of it simply did not care about what was going on outside of it, not even the maelstrom seething all around it nor of the ruins of the destroyed world further out.
It was then the chipmunk noticed that with each prominent flash of lighting flickering in the distant maelstrom the sphere’s already pitch black color briefly became darker while at the same time he felt some invisible force similar to a gust of wind pushing at him as it emanated from the sphere in all directions. Though it was not strong enough to repel him from the sphere, the chipmunk did notice that it was certainly powerful enough to push against the maelstrom sending it out to farther distances. It was as if the sphere or what was inside of it simply did not want to see what was going on outside of it. In fact it was trying to push everything around it away.
As the chipmunk turned his attention back to the sphere’s surface, the solid black surface of the sphere where his reflection was at became transparent. He lean closer to the surface to get a better look at what lay inside the sphere. Inside this seemingly impenetrable sphere of utter apathy was what appeared to be calm serene paradise. The skies were an ethereal blue with fluffy white clouds floating lazily by. The lush hilly meadow teeming with grasses waving in the gentle breeze and colorful flowers were surrounded by a thick forest. In the middle of the meadow was a quaint underground home built into the side of a hill. Even though he did not know who that home belonged to, he did recognize it as a chipmunk den. A stone pathway lead from the transparency the chipmunk was looking through to the granite steps at the foot of the den’s round wooden entry door.
Wondering if he could explore the den, the chipmunk touched the sphere again. This time he was pulled inside the sphere giving him a slight startle. When he regained his bearings he found himself standing on the first of the pathway’s stepping stones. Unsure of what to make of this place he cautiously proceeded down the path towards the den. Though the area was idyllic, he could not help but sense an unsettled tenseness about it this place. As he approached the den he crouched low so as to not be seen. He made his way to one of the two windows. He found the windows slightly open. He could hear the playful voice of a chipmunk cub from inside the den. He carefully peeked inside the window. Sure enough there was a young chipmunk cub playing with some of the toys strewn about a playroom.
In the cub’s hands was an action figure of a chipmunk wearing battle armor and armed with a sword. In his other hand was another action figure, it was a more hideous reptilian one red in color. Its eyes were yellow and three horns protruded from its forehead. Perhaps it was a villain.
“I Grimark the Terror, will take over the Chipmunk Kingdom!” the cub spoke with a raspy voice playing the part of the villain action figure as he waved it tauntingly in front of the Chipmunk action figure.
“Not if I stop you!” the cub said in as deep and heroic as his child voice would allow. Playing the part of the Chipmunk in Action figure. “I Tamias the Chipmunk Hero will stop you!”
“Tamias the Chipmunk Hero?…” The chipmunk wondered as he continued watching the cub play on. Despite his lack of memory he did remember that name...somehow. The very mention of it made him smile. But why did he remember that name?
At that moment the cub clashed the action figures together as he made explosion noises from his mouth. He repeated the clashing over and over pretending the two action figures were fighting each other in some titanic battle. The figures collided and clashed again and again. This battle continued voraciously for a few minutes. Finally the cub slammed the hero into the villain. The cub released his hold on the villain allowing the vanquished action figure fall to the floor. The battle was over and the Hero won.
“You have been defeated Grimark!” The cub said in triumph.
“I will get you next time! Next time!!” The cub muffled his voice at mid sentence by placing one hand-paw over his mouth as he covered Grimark with a cardboard box.
The cub then placed the Hero next to a playset of a castle. The facade of the castle was in the shape of a chipmunk’s skull.
The Chipmunk was shocked as he looked on. He was amazed that he also remembered this very playset. It was then he realized that he was an avid fan of Tamias the Chipmunk Hero and remembered playing with these action figures and this very castle playset. He also remembered how caring and good he made the hero to his friends and allies well beyond what the toy maker had depicted the character as.
The cub opened the castle gate and moved the Hero through it.
“Now to try saving the sick one.” the cub said continuing to roll play as the Hero.
“Sick one?” the chipmunk wondered. “Who was this sick one?” Despite his intense keenness he could not make out what was going on inside that castle as the playset blocked his view.
“The bad guys won’t hurt you anymore.” the cub said softly. “We have our fortress. We will stay side of it. Nobody will ever be mean to us again.” Though the voice was reassuring to the unseen character within the playset, there was something about the uneasy overtones of the cub’s voice that sat the fur on the nape of the Chipmunk’s neck on edge. He had to find out who that sick one was.
The chipmunk saw his opportunity to find out who that sick one was when the cub left the room. He carefully climbed through the window into the room. He took slow steps carefully treading the wooden floor with as lightly as he could as if he were walking on thin ice so as not to cause any of the old planks to squeek. He slowly made his way closer and closer to the playset keep one eye on it and the other on the door the cub exited from. When he was close enough to the play set he peered over the walls and parapets of that make believe castle to see Tamias the Chipmunk Hero standing next to one additional figure laying on a little bed. The figure was wrapped in strips of paper towel pretending to be bandages. He reached down into the playset and took the bandaged figure in his hand-paw.
The chipmunk studied the wrapped figure curious to see what was inside those bandages. He slowly unwrapped the bandages to reveal another chipmunk action figure. However the chipmunk he saw was not a character from the Tamias the Chipmunk Hero toyline. To his horror he was staring at an action figure of ….himself. On the little figures chest and belly were lacerations drawn on it with a red marker corresponding to his scars.
“A….am I the sick one?” the shocked chipmunk muttered in dismay.
He quickly pick up the Chipmunk Hero and looked at it as well. However instead of seeing the hero’s face. He saw his own on that figure as well. Startle by the sight. He dropped the figure to the floor causing its armor to pop off his body. He looked down at the hero and saw the same scars as his own and the sick one.
“Wh...what?! What does this mean” muttered the chipmunk he was more confused now.
It was then the cub came back into the room. Caught red handed. The chipmunk gasped at the cub who stood there in the doorway petrified in fear. The chipmunk too was petrified in fear as well, not from being caught. It was the fact that he saw lasaraction appearing on the cub’s belly and chest, exactly where his own scars were located on his body. Was this cub, the sick one, the Hero, and him one in the same?
“Wh...what does all of this mean?” the chipmunk uttered in a confused voice.
The cub stood there as still as a stone statue, fear rendering him silent..
“Tell me!” The chipmunk insisted frantically.
It was then the wounds on the cub began the glow red.
“No! No! No!” the cub screamed as his legs buckled. He huddled up into a fetal position. “No I don’t wanna hurt! I don’t wanna hurt!!” the cubs begging words decayed into screams as he reeled in pain.
The scars on the chipmunks chest began glowing as well sending bolts of pain thundering through his body causing him to collapse to the floor. He grown from the searing burning he felt from his scars.
As both pain stricken chipmunks reeled in agony, the sick one action figure’s scars glowed as well.
However somehow, the last bits of sanity in the Chipmunk noticed that the Hero action figures scares did not glow. But before he could even begin to figure out what the meaning of that was, another intense wave of pain slammed into both the cub and himself, he screamed in agony as the cub cried and yelled.
The ground began to shake as the skies outside darken. The idyllic place was consumed by the meastrome outside the sphere. Lightning flashed and thunder roared growing louder and more intense with each passing second.
“I don’t wanna hurt!!!” “I don’t wanna hurt!” The cub screamed out “I don’t want to….”
A lightning bolt struck through the window slamming into the room with a blinding flash of light.
“...hurt! I don’t wanna hurt!!!” “I don’t wanna hurt!!!!” Norman screamed out as he lurched upright in the hospital bed he was laying in. His eyes were glazed over in panic from that horrid nightmare.
Doc was at his bedside along with a some members of his team. The feline cryogenic specialist hugged the frighten chipmunk as he did when he first woke him from stasis a week ago.
“Its okay...Its okay.. it was just a dream” Doc reassured with a soft voice as he kept him in a loving embrace.
But those soothing words were of little comfort as Norman knew it was more than a dream. He knew it had to be something about himself he simply could not remember anymore other than the Tamias the Chipmunk Hero toys he once played with in the distant past and what he saw in that nightmare. Who was he? What was the meaning of what he saw and experienced in that frightful dream? Why was he being forced to endure yet more suffering? All the chipmunk could do though was weep into the cat’s shoulders.
To be continued….
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