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Xenon called a locksmith to the house. They arrived at the cusp of evening when the sun was setting over the mountains. He shook both Chomby’s and Xenon’s hands. “Heya, I’m Kyle with Dancing Around Locks. I heard you have a personal safe you can’t open?”
Chomby nodded. “Yes. It has some of my personal belongings in it but I lost the combination.”
Kyle looked over Chomby and Xenon’s shoulders. “And, just to double check, it IS your safe, yes? We do have documentation that needs to be signed, stating that our company, Dancing Around Locks, is held innocent against all charges for if this safe was obtained illegally.”
He held out a clipboard. Both Chomby and Xenon signed. They then led him to the storage room in the basement where the safe was located. It was a microwave-sized, black, metal box with a keypad on it. Chomby didn’t know how Kyle planned to open the safe. Once Kyle sat down, Chomby opened his mouth to ask. Before he could say anything, Kyle opened the safe.
“Alright, there you are.” Kyle immediately stood up and turned to Chomby. “I was expecting you to have a Telorantic 20T with how you were talking about it on the phone. But this is a simple, magnetic, reprogrammable safe. You should look up the user manual to change the combo to something you can remember.”
“Was it really that simple?” Xenon asked.
“Well, yeah. This is the kind people would have in their homes to hold some small valuables. It’s not an industrial-grade lock… those woulda costed a fortune.” Kyle laughed and gave a nod. “Anyway, did you need assistance with any other locks, while I am here?”
“Uh, no. I guess not?” Chomby folded his arms. “Thank you, Kyle.”
Kyle nodded. “Alright! You two have a good night.” Kyle started walking up the steps but stopped half-way up. “Also, Chomby. Big fan of your music. Keep up the good work!”
Before Chomby could reply, Kyle left, leaving Xenon and Chomby to stare at each other.
“That was the fastest house call I’d ever witnessed,” Xenon said.
“First fan I ever met who was in a hurry to leave,” Chomby rolled his eyes and bent over to look inside the safe.
He could see a stack of paper, a small notebook, and a CD. It didn’t look like too much to him, but he grabbed it all out and started looking through the papers.
Most of the loose papers were just blurbs of writing mixed with a few pictures of Chomby. Each picture seemed to give a visual example of what the small writings said. One such title was “Sonic Scream”. The text stated, “Chomby takes a deep breath and unleashes an extremely loud, oscillating vocalization. Attempts to measure the loudness caused the machine to break. The sound, though it radiates in all directions, has a frontal cone of sheer force that completely shakes up any matter in front of it.” The picture accompanying it was of Chomby with his mouth wide open and a depiction of sound waves coming out of his mouth.
“Chomby, did you draw these?” Xenon asked.
“I can’t draw…. But I don’t know anyone who knows of this stuff outside you, myself, and a few others. Maybe it was Sarge who made it?”
“Who?”
Chomby rolled his eyes and continued reading through the papers. He realized that all of this was like someone documenting a species of animal, noting its size, tastes, personality, and any unique characteristics. It was surprisingly in-depth. It even mentioned things about Chomby he didn’t even know about himself. The weirdest one was “Chomby’s Jacket”, which stated that when someone zipped up a special jacket, they would turn into Chomby, the soundbyte.
Chomby showed Xenon this particular page. He was unsure of what to think of it. “Is… this some sorta joke?”
“It was in the locker that is, supposedly, yours.” Xenon looked from the paper to Chomby. “Do you have a zipper on your collarbone? It says that Chomby has to ‘unzip the zipper’ to turn back into whomever wears him.”
“Wears… me?” Chomby slapped a hand to his chest and rifled around in his fur. He couldn’t tell if he was overjoyed or dismayed to find there wasn’t a zipper there. “No. This is like a joke. Someone was looking up to my heroics and made a fan-explanation of me. They just wanted to turn into me because… uh. I don’t know.”
“You okay, Big Guy?” Xenon placed a hand on Chomby’s shoulder.
“I’m having trouble believing these papers. Why would I keep them in a safe?”
“Are they true?” Xenon peeked at one of the papers in Chomby’s hands.
“Yes? I mean… most of them. This zipper one seems weird.” Chomby felt his collarbone again. There was still no zipper.
“Take it with a grain of salt, then?” Xenon rubbed the back of his head. “I’m kinda there with you on disbelief. By how it sounds you’re some sorta tool used to fight crime. That’s a bit idiotic.”
“Yeah….” Chomby rifled through the papers some more until he got to the notebook. It was one of those simple, dollar notebooks you could find at any store. This particular notebook had a royal purple cover with black trim along the edges. In the center of the cover was a blurb written in black marker. It said, “My private thoughts (Sarge, don’t read!)”.
“A diary?” Xenon asked.
Chomby didn’t reply and merely opened the notebook. He read the first page. “Sarge said it’d be good to write my thoughts down when I can. He suggested I use a computer, but I’m still not very good at it. So, he said to just write it down. Here are my thoughts. Hello, I’m Chomby. I exist, I guess? I dunno why, and I dunno how. All I know is that Sarge is really nice. I can’t explain it fully, but it feels so easy to just talk to him. I talked with him for almost four hours yesterday, and it was just through writing. I wish we had a better way to communicate, though. I haven’t ever heard his voice, but I bet he sounds sweet.”
Chomby’s eyes lit up. “It IS a diary! Apparently, according to this passage, it’s MY diary!” Chomby felt a tear come to his eye. He suddenly remembered that he had owned a notebook. He’d put a bunch of song ideas into it, and even put his thoughts down sometimes. “I can’t believe I forgot about this.” Chomby felt his chest tighten and his heart sink. “How did I forget about this?”
“I’d say it’s worth reading it over. Never know if there’s a clue in a diary that you’ve forgotten about, right?” Xenon gently shook Chomby’s shoulder reassuringly. “I’ll be right here if it ever gets too much for you, Big Guy.”
Chomby began to read the diary entries aloud to Xenon. It mentioned a lot about Chomby’s and Sarge’s interactions with each other. It even went so far as to mention that Sarge was the only person Chomby felt he could trust to ‘wear him’. At one point, a passage mentioned Xenon and how Chomby was reluctant to trust a shady detective character that had a magical watch. Chomby flushed with embarrassment and looked up at Xenon.
“Magical watch?” Xenon chuckled. “Really?”
“How else would you explain it?” Chomby retorted.
“Technology. Which is more than I can say for a ‘magical jacket’. How would you explain that?” Xenon smirked.
Chomby opened his mouth to reply, but couldn’t think of anything to say. He shoved his face back into the notebook, then up to Xenon. “I don’t know. It- it doesn’t make any sense.”
“But you did write it down in black and white. You said so yourself, this is your diary.”
“It doesn’t mean I knew!” Chomby lowered the notebook. “I still don’t. But, the me that wrote this clearly thought it was a jacket. So, am I a jacket?” He felt his grip tighten. His hands began to shake. None of this was making any sense to him, but the thought of it was frightening to him.
Xenon stared silently for a long moment. He seemed to be scanning Chomby up and down. He then spoke with a quieter, kinder tone than before. “I suppose the bigger question would be, ‘does that even matter?’” He took a few steps back and leaned against a dusty shelf with a few cans of beans on it.
“If it helps me get closer to knowing who Sarge is, then yeah.”
“Who?”
“Stop that!” Chomby hissed. “Please stop saying that!”
Xenon widened his eyes and lifted his hands defensively. “Take it easy, Chomby! I just want to know who you’re talking about. I don’t know any ‘Sarge’ guy. You gotta give me more context here.”
“I can’t, because you’ll keep forgetting!” Chomby felt his lips curl into a snarl. He felt his grip on the notebook tighten. Upon realizing this, he tried to relax himself to avoid accidentally ripping the book in half. “Anytime someone talks to me, they immediately forget who Sarge is. It’s already happened to you several times. It’s almost like some sorta curse or something.”
“Cursed to forget… a person named ‘Sarge’?” Xenon asked.
“Yes! You said it yourself. The question I have is, who else actually knows who Sarge is? Anyone I’ve mentioned the name to has never heard of him.”
“Then maybe it’s just that – they haven’t met him.” Xenon shrugged.
“There’s gotta be more to it!” Chomby began rifling through the rest of the notebook. He saw glimpses of Sarge’s name every so often, but after a while, mentions of Sarge’s name disappeared. Instead, each page was beginning to be filled with only lines for songs he had been working on. “Urgh!” Chomby slammed the notebook shut and gripped it tightly in his hands. “I need more info, Xenon! There’s gotta be more!”
“What info are we even looking for?” Xenon asked.
“Who SARGE is! If I’m a JACKET! What happened to SARGE? Why do people keep forgetting SARGE! It’s just trying to figure out WHO this Sarge guy is and WHY he means so much to me!” Chomby slapped a hand to his chest. “If this person was supposed to be my best friend, then why can’t I even remember him properly?”
Xenon stared, dumbfounded. “Chomby, I didn’t realize how much this was all upsetting you.”
Chomby clutched at his chest. He could feel his fur began to pull out. “I feel like there is a part of me that’s missing! And the more I think about it, the more I feel Sarge is the thing that’s missing! Yet I don’t know anything about him, aside from the fact he’s a werewolf and he’s nice!”
“Who’s Sarge?” Xenon asked.
“AGH!” Chomby shoved the notebook and papers at Xenon. He couldn’t keepdoing this. He already knew he was becoming too emotionally unstable to talk properly. If he kept this up, he’d be getting nowhere. He stormed halfway up the stairs and pointed at Xenon. He yelled, “Stay there! If I’m not around, you’ll remember Sarge! I need your help, Xenon!”
“Stay here?” Xenon looked at the papers. “I suppose I’ll be reading these, then.”
“Yes! Send me a voicemail when you’re done! Otherwise, you’ll forget again!” Chomby turned around and finished walking up the steps. He needed to calm down.
~~~~~
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Chomby nodded. “Yes. It has some of my personal belongings in it but I lost the combination.”
Kyle looked over Chomby and Xenon’s shoulders. “And, just to double check, it IS your safe, yes? We do have documentation that needs to be signed, stating that our company, Dancing Around Locks, is held innocent against all charges for if this safe was obtained illegally.”
He held out a clipboard. Both Chomby and Xenon signed. They then led him to the storage room in the basement where the safe was located. It was a microwave-sized, black, metal box with a keypad on it. Chomby didn’t know how Kyle planned to open the safe. Once Kyle sat down, Chomby opened his mouth to ask. Before he could say anything, Kyle opened the safe.
“Alright, there you are.” Kyle immediately stood up and turned to Chomby. “I was expecting you to have a Telorantic 20T with how you were talking about it on the phone. But this is a simple, magnetic, reprogrammable safe. You should look up the user manual to change the combo to something you can remember.”
“Was it really that simple?” Xenon asked.
“Well, yeah. This is the kind people would have in their homes to hold some small valuables. It’s not an industrial-grade lock… those woulda costed a fortune.” Kyle laughed and gave a nod. “Anyway, did you need assistance with any other locks, while I am here?”
“Uh, no. I guess not?” Chomby folded his arms. “Thank you, Kyle.”
Kyle nodded. “Alright! You two have a good night.” Kyle started walking up the steps but stopped half-way up. “Also, Chomby. Big fan of your music. Keep up the good work!”
Before Chomby could reply, Kyle left, leaving Xenon and Chomby to stare at each other.
“That was the fastest house call I’d ever witnessed,” Xenon said.
“First fan I ever met who was in a hurry to leave,” Chomby rolled his eyes and bent over to look inside the safe.
He could see a stack of paper, a small notebook, and a CD. It didn’t look like too much to him, but he grabbed it all out and started looking through the papers.
Most of the loose papers were just blurbs of writing mixed with a few pictures of Chomby. Each picture seemed to give a visual example of what the small writings said. One such title was “Sonic Scream”. The text stated, “Chomby takes a deep breath and unleashes an extremely loud, oscillating vocalization. Attempts to measure the loudness caused the machine to break. The sound, though it radiates in all directions, has a frontal cone of sheer force that completely shakes up any matter in front of it.” The picture accompanying it was of Chomby with his mouth wide open and a depiction of sound waves coming out of his mouth.
“Chomby, did you draw these?” Xenon asked.
“I can’t draw…. But I don’t know anyone who knows of this stuff outside you, myself, and a few others. Maybe it was Sarge who made it?”
“Who?”
Chomby rolled his eyes and continued reading through the papers. He realized that all of this was like someone documenting a species of animal, noting its size, tastes, personality, and any unique characteristics. It was surprisingly in-depth. It even mentioned things about Chomby he didn’t even know about himself. The weirdest one was “Chomby’s Jacket”, which stated that when someone zipped up a special jacket, they would turn into Chomby, the soundbyte.
Chomby showed Xenon this particular page. He was unsure of what to think of it. “Is… this some sorta joke?”
“It was in the locker that is, supposedly, yours.” Xenon looked from the paper to Chomby. “Do you have a zipper on your collarbone? It says that Chomby has to ‘unzip the zipper’ to turn back into whomever wears him.”
“Wears… me?” Chomby slapped a hand to his chest and rifled around in his fur. He couldn’t tell if he was overjoyed or dismayed to find there wasn’t a zipper there. “No. This is like a joke. Someone was looking up to my heroics and made a fan-explanation of me. They just wanted to turn into me because… uh. I don’t know.”
“You okay, Big Guy?” Xenon placed a hand on Chomby’s shoulder.
“I’m having trouble believing these papers. Why would I keep them in a safe?”
“Are they true?” Xenon peeked at one of the papers in Chomby’s hands.
“Yes? I mean… most of them. This zipper one seems weird.” Chomby felt his collarbone again. There was still no zipper.
“Take it with a grain of salt, then?” Xenon rubbed the back of his head. “I’m kinda there with you on disbelief. By how it sounds you’re some sorta tool used to fight crime. That’s a bit idiotic.”
“Yeah….” Chomby rifled through the papers some more until he got to the notebook. It was one of those simple, dollar notebooks you could find at any store. This particular notebook had a royal purple cover with black trim along the edges. In the center of the cover was a blurb written in black marker. It said, “My private thoughts (Sarge, don’t read!)”.
“A diary?” Xenon asked.
Chomby didn’t reply and merely opened the notebook. He read the first page. “Sarge said it’d be good to write my thoughts down when I can. He suggested I use a computer, but I’m still not very good at it. So, he said to just write it down. Here are my thoughts. Hello, I’m Chomby. I exist, I guess? I dunno why, and I dunno how. All I know is that Sarge is really nice. I can’t explain it fully, but it feels so easy to just talk to him. I talked with him for almost four hours yesterday, and it was just through writing. I wish we had a better way to communicate, though. I haven’t ever heard his voice, but I bet he sounds sweet.”
Chomby’s eyes lit up. “It IS a diary! Apparently, according to this passage, it’s MY diary!” Chomby felt a tear come to his eye. He suddenly remembered that he had owned a notebook. He’d put a bunch of song ideas into it, and even put his thoughts down sometimes. “I can’t believe I forgot about this.” Chomby felt his chest tighten and his heart sink. “How did I forget about this?”
“I’d say it’s worth reading it over. Never know if there’s a clue in a diary that you’ve forgotten about, right?” Xenon gently shook Chomby’s shoulder reassuringly. “I’ll be right here if it ever gets too much for you, Big Guy.”
Chomby began to read the diary entries aloud to Xenon. It mentioned a lot about Chomby’s and Sarge’s interactions with each other. It even went so far as to mention that Sarge was the only person Chomby felt he could trust to ‘wear him’. At one point, a passage mentioned Xenon and how Chomby was reluctant to trust a shady detective character that had a magical watch. Chomby flushed with embarrassment and looked up at Xenon.
“Magical watch?” Xenon chuckled. “Really?”
“How else would you explain it?” Chomby retorted.
“Technology. Which is more than I can say for a ‘magical jacket’. How would you explain that?” Xenon smirked.
Chomby opened his mouth to reply, but couldn’t think of anything to say. He shoved his face back into the notebook, then up to Xenon. “I don’t know. It- it doesn’t make any sense.”
“But you did write it down in black and white. You said so yourself, this is your diary.”
“It doesn’t mean I knew!” Chomby lowered the notebook. “I still don’t. But, the me that wrote this clearly thought it was a jacket. So, am I a jacket?” He felt his grip tighten. His hands began to shake. None of this was making any sense to him, but the thought of it was frightening to him.
Xenon stared silently for a long moment. He seemed to be scanning Chomby up and down. He then spoke with a quieter, kinder tone than before. “I suppose the bigger question would be, ‘does that even matter?’” He took a few steps back and leaned against a dusty shelf with a few cans of beans on it.
“If it helps me get closer to knowing who Sarge is, then yeah.”
“Who?”
“Stop that!” Chomby hissed. “Please stop saying that!”
Xenon widened his eyes and lifted his hands defensively. “Take it easy, Chomby! I just want to know who you’re talking about. I don’t know any ‘Sarge’ guy. You gotta give me more context here.”
“I can’t, because you’ll keep forgetting!” Chomby felt his lips curl into a snarl. He felt his grip on the notebook tighten. Upon realizing this, he tried to relax himself to avoid accidentally ripping the book in half. “Anytime someone talks to me, they immediately forget who Sarge is. It’s already happened to you several times. It’s almost like some sorta curse or something.”
“Cursed to forget… a person named ‘Sarge’?” Xenon asked.
“Yes! You said it yourself. The question I have is, who else actually knows who Sarge is? Anyone I’ve mentioned the name to has never heard of him.”
“Then maybe it’s just that – they haven’t met him.” Xenon shrugged.
“There’s gotta be more to it!” Chomby began rifling through the rest of the notebook. He saw glimpses of Sarge’s name every so often, but after a while, mentions of Sarge’s name disappeared. Instead, each page was beginning to be filled with only lines for songs he had been working on. “Urgh!” Chomby slammed the notebook shut and gripped it tightly in his hands. “I need more info, Xenon! There’s gotta be more!”
“What info are we even looking for?” Xenon asked.
“Who SARGE is! If I’m a JACKET! What happened to SARGE? Why do people keep forgetting SARGE! It’s just trying to figure out WHO this Sarge guy is and WHY he means so much to me!” Chomby slapped a hand to his chest. “If this person was supposed to be my best friend, then why can’t I even remember him properly?”
Xenon stared, dumbfounded. “Chomby, I didn’t realize how much this was all upsetting you.”
Chomby clutched at his chest. He could feel his fur began to pull out. “I feel like there is a part of me that’s missing! And the more I think about it, the more I feel Sarge is the thing that’s missing! Yet I don’t know anything about him, aside from the fact he’s a werewolf and he’s nice!”
“Who’s Sarge?” Xenon asked.
“AGH!” Chomby shoved the notebook and papers at Xenon. He couldn’t keepdoing this. He already knew he was becoming too emotionally unstable to talk properly. If he kept this up, he’d be getting nowhere. He stormed halfway up the stairs and pointed at Xenon. He yelled, “Stay there! If I’m not around, you’ll remember Sarge! I need your help, Xenon!”
“Stay here?” Xenon looked at the papers. “I suppose I’ll be reading these, then.”
“Yes! Send me a voicemail when you’re done! Otherwise, you’ll forget again!” Chomby turned around and finished walking up the steps. He needed to calm down.
~~~~~
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I read the previous story and this one and it’s just as investing as last time, so many unanswered questions! I think I like this one a little more. Great work so far! I hope Chomby and Xenon actually find Sarge or remember him fully. Seeing Chomby this heartbroken is very sad
I have one such personal safe/lockbox that I recently needed to help my mom get into, haha. Thankfully I found the key needed for it in a long forgotten suitcase, and mailed it to her. xD
Chomby is like.... a grumpy cat! He's very cute, and precious, but grumpy and has a hard time keeping his emotions in check! But considering he's realizing there's a lot about himself he suddenly doesn't remember, including the tug on his heart from forgetting Sarge(whoever that is) is wearing the poor soundbyte down. I wonder what we'll learn about Chomby through this story!
Chomby is like.... a grumpy cat! He's very cute, and precious, but grumpy and has a hard time keeping his emotions in check! But considering he's realizing there's a lot about himself he suddenly doesn't remember, including the tug on his heart from forgetting Sarge(whoever that is) is wearing the poor soundbyte down. I wonder what we'll learn about Chomby through this story!
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