HOLD ON TIGHT, GUYS; THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE WILD, FLUFFING ADVENTURE!!!
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Chapter Nine
Into the Unknown
The low hum of the Time Travelling Telephone Box reverberated around the vast interior, filling the space with a soft, pulsating rhythm. Melvyn’s fur stood on end as the air crackled with the promise of imminent departure. Astrid’s cheerful voice echoed through the small cabin, though there was a distinct edge of concern.
“Hold on tight, Melvyn,” Astrid chirped, her voice a strange blend of bubbly optimism and underlying tension. “This is going to be a bumpy one!”
“Are you sure about this?” Melvyn’s voice trembled slightly as he gripped the edges of the nearest seat. “I don’t even know where we’re going!”
“I’ll take care of that,” Vera’s voice, calm and measured, filled the space. The A.I.’s holographic form unexpectedly flickered beside Melvyn, her presence steadying him. “Astrid is recalibrating the dimensional settings. This jump is necessary. Your survival depends on it.”
Melvyn swallowed hard. He had no other choice. The Purrminators and the red-robed necromancers had found him again, and the bunker in this timeline was a total bust, and no sign of Uncle Basil or The B Team. He needed to escape, to find safety — somewhere, anywhere that could offer a chance to regroup and make a plan. But even as he braced for the jump, the uncertainty gnawed at him.
“Initiating jump in five… four… three…”
A sudden, deafening whirr filled the box, followed by a flash of blinding light made Melvyn squint despite his best efforts to look away. The entire structure of the T.T.T.B. groaned, the sensation of motion pressing down on him as though the very fabric of reality was stretching, warping.
“…two… one…”
The world shuddered. A violent pop echoed in the distance, followed by the unmistakable sound of the T.T.T.B. lurching forward.
Melvyn’s stomach lurched. His paws gripped the armrests of the seat so tightly his claws dug into the pleather, but it didn’t help. He was weightless, caught in a cyclone of energy and distortion. Colours and shapes collided around him — neon greens, electric blues, vibrant purples — whirling in chaotic patterns.
“Astrid!” Melvyn shouted over the wild cacophony, his voice barely audible over the noise. “Where are we going? What’s happening?!”
Astrid’s cheerful voice broke through the chaos with an almost eerie calmness. “Don’t worry, Melvyn! I’ve got this under control. We’re just about to…”
But her words were cut off by a violent jolt. The T.T.T.B. rattled violently, and Melvyn felt himself thrown sideways. His stomach dropped as the light around him warped into a dark, dizzying vortex, pulling at him from all directions.
The controls flared with sparks as a sudden flash of red light filled the space, and the familiar hum of the T.T.T.B. faltered. The A.I. systems sputtered in and out, and Melvyn’s paws flew to the console, trying to stabilise the controls. Panic set in.
“Astrid? Vera?” His voice cracked, fear rising in his chest. “What’s happening?!”
“I don’t know!” Astrid’s voice responded in a panic, her usual upbeat tone now tinged with fear. “We’re not supposed to shift this quickly — something’s wrong! The rift’s unstable!”
Vera’s calm voice cut through the hysteria. “Melvyn, brace yourself. The jump is beginning to collapse.”
Before Melvyn could react, the lights in the T.T.T.B. flickered one last time, and with a bone-rattling boom, the Time Travelling Telephone Box plummeted through the vortex. The sound of a massive crack echoed through the void, like glass breaking — but the box itself felt weightless, as though falling for an eternity.
Then everything went silent.
Bomber slapped the anti-magic cuffs on the necromancer, and the ugly little man shrank back in terror.
“Please don’t kill me!” he blubbered as he knelt in the dirt, his hands bound tightly behind his back by the cuffs. “I can tell you what the plan is… I’ll tell you anything you want!”
Ice loomed over the pathetic weasel of a human. His paw lifted, claws out, ready to rip the necromancer’s face off.
Smoke grabbed his paw. “Dude, don’t,” he said gently. “I’ve got a much better idea for this thing.”
Shadow, Titan, Viper, Havoc and Nitro looked at Bomber. “Commander, what’s the plan?”
Bomber growled, fangs bared as he crouched down, eye to eye with the necromancer. “Tell me everything, you pathetic excuse for a skin sack!”
The T.T.T.B. lurched again, coming to an abrupt halt. The air in the cabin stilled.
Melvyn’s breath came in sharp gasps. For a moment, everything was still. He was disoriented, his vision swimming. He could feel the presence of Astrid and Vera, but there was no immediate danger — at least, none that he could perceive.
“Astrid? Vera?” His voice was hoarse as he reached for the door.
Nothing.
He wiped his eyes, trying to focus. He had no idea where they had ended up, he glanced at the monitors but the landscape outside the telephone box was unfamiliar, dark, and ominous.
As Melvyn cautiously stood, the door of the T.T.T.B. opened with a low creak, and an icy wind swept inside. Stepping out into the unknown, he was met with a barren, desolate wasteland stretching as far as the eye could see. The sky above was an unnatural shade of grey, tinged with flickers of purple lightning.
“What is this place?” Melvyn whispered to himself, his pulse quickening as he took in the bleak, empty world around him. He clutched the black box Vera 5.0 was hopefully still inside. There was something unnerving about the silence — nothing moved. No birds and not even a hint of life.
Then, in the distance, he saw a figure cloaked in shadow, standing motionless at the base of a cracked, blackened hill. The silhouette was eerily familiar, but Melvyn couldn’t place it.
Just as he took a step forward, the ground beneath him trembled, and a deep, guttural voice echoed from all around him.
“You should not have come here.”
The voice was bitter, ancient, and dripping with malice. Melvyn froze, and the fur all over his body stood on end and quivered as purple lightning cracked across the sky. His eyes widened as the figure moved toward him.
The very ground seemed to shift as if the dimension itself was warping in response to the figure’s presence.
“Astrid? Vera?” Melvyn called out desperately. But there was no reply.
And then the figure spoke again. “You are not the first to arrive. But you will be the last.”
**AND CUT**
Guys, mew know how we roll; so many apologies once again to cut it right there, but we will say, mew'll never guess what happens next - sorry to be a supurr dreadful tease! MOL
Chapter Ten will be posted on Caturday, as last week something went on the fritz and this chapter wouldn't post??? So mew are getting two this week to make up for it!
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