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Mother 3: Half Heartedly V.3

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Saturday. There was not a cloud in the sky, at least physically there wasn’t. But in the minds of the man and the two boys storm clouds rolled into their moods and rained down on their souls. What they were standing in front of was a stone, cold and lifeless, mocking them with the words forever embedded into its being. “Hinawa. Wife of Flint, Mother of Lucas and Claus, Daughter of Alec. May She Rest In Peace.”

Claus felt the chill of his ignorance and rashness. He remembered all too well when he had grabbed his father’s knife and stood up to the mechanical beast in a vain attempt to avenge Hinawa’s death. All he had done was hurt himself and left Lucas to fight an entire army alone. He wish he had known then of his foolishness when it was most important. The thought of Lucas standing against the army festered in his mind. All of the soldiers in their pink attire and the grey old man living in the spider rushed through his vision. He envisioned a man about his height leading the army of pigs, the man from the Happy Box. He was standing tall with mismatched eyes analyzing the beaten and bruised Lucas. The vision was so vivid; it was almost like Claus had been in the moment himself. Claus’ thoughts were pierced by the sound of a familiar voice.

“Claus? Are you ok?” Lucas asked with concern.

He replied shakily, “Yeah…I just lost myself in thought for a minute there.”
Lucas muttered, “Alright. Flint and I are heading back to the house. Are you coming?”
Silence led on for a couple of breathing moments. Finally Claus replied, “Yes. I’m coming.” He glanced back at his mother’s grave, pondering why he envisioned such foul moments then followed his sibling back to the cabin.

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Night caught on quickly. Claus kept patient, waiting for his brother to doze off. When he felt his brother nodding out of consciousness, he crept out of bed with caution. From under his bed he revealed a deep blue sheath and an unlit lantern. He swept the sheet over his striking orange hair almost as if he were already in the cools of night and made his way for the door. Ever so silently, he closed the door behind him. Once out of the house, he removed a match from his short pocket and set light into the glass. From there he began to move further into Tazmily Village. No one was ever up past this time of night. There was really no need for covering his orange hair, but you can never be too careful especially when taking part in something partially illegal.

Sooner or later he found himself standing in the face of the Anti-Happy Box sign from earlier. He ran his hand across the stale wood of the sign, muttering “Why does everyone fear these boxes? All they do is show pictures, senseless pictures that cause no harm. Or do they cause harm? Could the masked man on the screen really be a sort of torture mechanism to drive me mad?” No. An odd feeling inside his being told him it wasn’t the box itself but something more insidious. Thoughts like these always haunted him and eventually become so unbearable that he must shoo them to the corners of his consciousness until they come marching back again.

After a moderate length walk along a trail in the woods, Claus found himself staring at the face of Isaac’s old house. Before entering he swiped his head from side to side, making sure he wasn’t being followed. The coast was clear. Gingerly, he creaked the door open and let himself inside. Unlike the other houses of Tazmily, Isaac’s house had experienced a major metamorphosis while he was asleep. The place had many different highly advanced gadgets and gizmos littering the tables along with simple lumbering tools.

Under a certain table was a cardboard box with a giant heart emblem printed onto its surface. The box seemed so foreign and yet so oddly familiar. Claus moved the flaps of the box to lift out a pink cube with a glass side out of the cardboard container. It was a Happy Box. Unsheathing his head from the sheet and letting it slide to catch his shoulders, he pressed the red button on the far right side of the pink box. The glass began to illuminate light and pictures with depictions of people. The light glinted off of Claus’ eyes so that they were also lit with the artificial light. And just like that, the show began.

The people on the screen yelled and cussed, punched and kicked, even bit and spit at each other. Still, Claus could not grasp what was so bad about these little contraptions. It’s not like he was going to go reenact those actions for himself so why was it so troublesome? Did he just have better self-control and common sense? The thought almost made him laugh. There had to be something else to it like maybe he had experienced these Happy Boxes before someway like in a dream he had in his coma. He made careful note of it. After the half hour was up and the show ended, Claus sheathed his orange hair once more and took hold of the lit lantern. He turned around to witness who he least wanted to see in the doorway.

Lucas’ face did have specks of both shock and anger but what conquered his expression was disappointment. “What are you doing, Claus?! Don’t you know how dangerous those things are?!”

Claus couldn’t stand it when people called those plastic cubes “dangerous”. It’s only pink plastic that displays pretty pictures. It’s not like it is going to slice him in half. “It’s not dangerous, Lucas. What harm can moving pictures do?”

Lucas replied in frustration, “They poison the mind and make you violent and selfish. There is a reason why they are banned from Tazmily Village. C’mon. We are going ho-,” Before he could finish his sentence, he began to shiver in pure terror like he was staring into the face of his biggest fear. He faltered and tried to speak but all that came out was choking sounds.

Claus, though he was still mad at his brother, asked with concern, “What’s wrong?”
Lucas didn’t reply and continued to have his panic attack. That is when Claus glanced over his shoulder to see that the Happy Box was still on.

He sighed. “You have got to be kidding. Are you seriously afraid of the Happy Box?” Lucas still did not reply. Fed up, Claus muttered, “Fine. I’ll go turn it off.”

Walking up to plastic cube, Claus soon realized it wasn’t the Happy Box that was making Lucas’ compulsion but what it was displaying. On the glass screen of the box was a man. The man stood tall and firm like a military leader with an arm blaster where his forearm should have been. His right forearm to be exact. The man’s gaze was lifeless and robotical. His face shielded by the protection of a mask. It was the masked man.
Though Claus might not of found out what dark secret Lucas is hiding from him, Lucas has found out a nasty secret about Claus.

After Saturday comes Sunday and after Sunday comes Monday. What might befall Claus when Monday comes? What secret is Lucas hiding from Claus? Obvious. And what will happen now that Lucas knows Claus watches Happy Boxes? You will see. Too bad you don't get to know the answer for the last question until the story reaches Wednesday again. grin wink 

Characters (c) Nintendo
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