Elliot x Qwerty:
They’re all gone. Did you hear me, they’re all GONE. or I think they’re. — Elliot mutter to himself or more like to Qwerty, his only friend.
First dad, mum.
Then Shayla, and now’s Tyrell? not so sure about him but hell, he’s been gone for three days, I hope he’s not dead or else I would be wasted.
Why do they have to leave?
Don’t they love me anymore?
He looks down desperately to his pet, half-expecting for it to reply, but all he gets is a lot of air bubbles.
Fine! he thinks. even his pets don’t love him.
Flipper shit on his pillow and you, Qwerty, never talk back.
I know, I know it’s crazy for expecting something like that. but… the world is a crazy place, isn’t it?
so add up talking fish into it wouldn’t make anything weirder than usual. He talks faster and paces around his room like a lost puppy.
then he flop down to his spot, his crying spot, and start crying.knees up to his chest, lips quivering, burying his face to the knees.and before his mind can wander any further, he heard a voice. The voice like somebody talking to him. from under the water or something because he didn’t hear it quite clearly.
Qwerty?! he looks up a fish tank and see nothing happens apart from his Qwerty swimming around in his tank.
I am crazy. That is too crazy to be real. he snickers bitterly, shakes his head several times.
“getyupyalilshit”
Huh? he looks around wildly and, this time, he is 100% sure that he heard a voice come from Q’s direction. so he stares at his fish for a min which seems like forever…
“what are you staring at, dumbass? never see a talking fish before?”
Elliot shocks for what he just heard, eyes widened and mouth hang open.
“Oh, now you hear me? I have been tried talking to you after all these years.”
“So you heard everything I said?”
“Everything.”
Elliot’s eyes get even wider
“Oh, pfffft don’t look so surprised, you nasty prick. and next time you gonna do a nasty thing with any girls, please please find some clothes and cover my tank. I don’t wanna see it. Eww”
“Also, what’s up with you and that white thing… I don’t know what it is, but I don’t like it. Don’t sniff it again. You looks like shit and forget to feed me every time you have ‘that’.”
Elliot, who now seems lose the ability to talk completely, stare across the room to his now talking fish.
“Snap out of it, Elliot! Don’t look confused. Get up and get your ass here I am sick of this view.”
“W-what should I do to help you with that, buddy?” Elliot stutter and smile.
there’s a pause and the room fell into silence before the sounds boom up!
“MOVE ME TO THE GODDAMN WINDOW, ELLIOT!”
He get up and walk to his friend, move and place his tank on a side table near a window.
“Th..There you go, little buddy” he said and squat down next to his Qwerty.
“Now, since you can talk and all.. you might have heard all I said before, right? so tell me, what should I do… where should I go to find Tyrell?”
“Listen to me, carefully.. you don’t need to go out and find him. He needs some time to do his things. When everything is settled, he will be back to you. You might not see it, but I can feel that all those things he did, he did it for you.” “Now-”
“Shhhh! Since he is not in that company anymore, he made his move towards you because he hope, deep down, that you might feel the same way. He thinks the reason you acted cold-shoulder and terrified to him because you hate that company, not him.”
“I hate everyone.”
“No, you don’t hate everyone. and remember this, he will come back. so sit back and wait patiently.”
Elliot sigh and stand up. He didn’t see a point of this conversation. He walk back to his computer and before he sits down, he heard a knocking at his door.
He stands still, frozen, and afraid to make any move as he thinks this might be one of his illusions and if he moved, he would wake up and never find out who’s at the door.
“Elliot! It’s me… open the door.”
A Pot full of Plots 