Only Human
Ch. 1: Kidnapping
"Yo, Isaac!"
Isaac turned around to find Greg waving for him. When they met, they used their series of fist bumps, handshakes, and ending with a salute. The idea was sort of simple, it shows a sign that the day went by swimmingly, a plan worked out as expected, or nothing was wrong. After a while it became customary between the two.
"What's up?" Isaac asked mid-handshake.
"Nothing much. But I did get Sabrina to come with me to a movie." He said, finishing the handshake and walking along the sidewalk with Isaac.
"Niiice. What movie?" Isaac asked, impressed with his jumpy friend.
"Army Squirrels 2: Chipmunks Return." He responded.
"When did you get her to agree with that?" Isaac asked, an eyebrow raised.
"She didn't. It's a surprise." Isaac simply chuckled and decided not to argue with Greg and his opinion of "getting someone to come with you".
"Well, I tried, but got blown off immediately. Some of the girls at school are frigid." Isaac thought back to the memory of trying to convince Amy to walk with him after school, in which he received a prompt slap to the face.
"Aw, don't get upset about Amy." He took a second to snicker a bit, as he was laughing his ass off during the scene. "You just can't talk to girls." He shrugged.
"Don't forget that you were the one who gave me the pickup line. 'You must be a tree planter. Cause my wood is growing right now.' That isn't even slightly clever!" Isaac instantly interjected.
"Well, that line's overrated. You shouldn't of used it." Greg dodged, horribly.
"Whatever, I didn't like Amy anyways." Isaac finished.
"What about Talia? You like her, don't you?" Greg asked, changing the topic. It was responded with a slight blush. Images of her happy, fun nature, and her strange ability to make the best parties. But she always knew how to cheer someone up.
"Uh, what are you talking about?" He asked, stuttering. Greg's eyes narrowed and a smirk appeared on his face.
"Whatever you say, man." He finished, his smirk still stuck on his face.
After a few minutes, they waved goodbye to each other and went separate ways, down the two roads towards their homes. Isaac looked around, bored with the familiar scenery. There usually isn't anything knew unless a road has been freshly paved, or a tree has recently been planted. It wasn't really impressive. After all, he has lived with it ever since he was a child. Isaac sighed, his mind wandering off to Talia again. He remembered when he first met her, after bumping into her on his way home. She was pulling a pink wagon filled with balloons, streamers, and many other part-like materials. He apologized and helped her pick up her things and put them back in her wagon. He only caught a glimpse of her face, but was already speechless. She quickly apologized and hurried down the sidewalk in a hurry. Long hair, crystal blue eyes, slender form, nice a-
He shook the thought from his head. Finding out she was in his school was more than enough - he didn't want to daydream. Walking along, he spotted a large bush with a strange sound emitting from it. Stopping, he turned to the bush, which the hum was also accompanied by a strange, violet glow. He looked around to find no living being anywhere in his line of sight. He took a step towards the bush and looked inside to find a floating purple ball. Almost as if it sensed his presence, it shot out and hit Isaac in the forehead.
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"..."
"He... beli...it...he... kay..."
"Are you... onna work?... ot sure if... maybe he..."
"She's coming!... 3... 2... 1..."
Isaac rubbed his head and regained his vision. He looked around the cramped space he was stuffed into, and peered out of a few holes dripping with light. He looked down at himself and questioned the large bow wrapped around his neck so that it would fit snugly, but wouldn't choke him.
"SURPRISE!"
Isaac was slightly startled by the sound of a group of girls around fifteen to twenty cheered the one word. Isaac could only guess that he was kidnapped and was in the middle of a... party? He had no time to ask questions as he eavesdropped on the voices, in case he needed to report the authorities.
"Happy Hearth's Warming Eve, Pinkie!" A very average, normal sounding voice said. He concluded one of their names to be Pinkie, or maybe it was a nickname.
"Guys! You didn't have to..."
Isaac took note at the higher pitched voice said, but it sounded very... depressing. Was that Pinkie?
"We jus' wanted ta cheer you up after we heard the news." A southern voice chimed in, becoming slightly forgiving at the end of the sentence. What news? The weather, or something?
"Yeah! We got cake, presents, and even a DJ!" A tomboyish voice sai-
"Sup Pinkie!" Another voice called from the back, who sounded very... aggressive, really. Isaac took note of both of them.
"We just wanted to show you how much we appreciate what you do for us every year." A very quiet voice said. Isaac took note of how soothing and soft it was. It reminded him of his grandma.
"You know what we always do first!" A fancy, feminine voice said.
"Open the presents!" All the voices except for the one in back and the depressed one said in unison. Isaac heard the sound of some sort of steady tap - no, a clop on the ground.
Isaac took note that the kidnappers owned a horse.
There was a ripping sound and constant talking between the voices. Isaac finally agreed with his gut that he had enough of this, and pushed on the top of the box. But no rays of light were there to greet him, just the sound of a thump and the evidence that he was held in a sealed package.
"What was that?" The depressed voice asked, curious.
"Uh, nothing!" The tomboyish one said, trying to hide the worry in her voice. The clops of the horse came closer to Isaac and a thought that the horse would eat him ran through his head, but was disrupted by the sound of ripping paper around him. He was blinded by a ray of light and heard a loud gasp above him. His eyes adjusted, but wasn't able to see anything as something had grabbed him by the waist and pulled him out of the box. Something furry started rubbing his chest, and his eyes finally took in the scenery, only to find a bunch of colorful horses, one of which was hugging him so tight he could barely breath. The depressed voice now sounded like a very happy, wild voice that emitted from Isaac's chest was buried.
Of course, all of Isaac's mental notes vanished as he realized it wasn't a dream. And that he was a present for a talking pink horse.