The green cat booped Walter’s nose. He tapped the plastic cat’s head as his bed titled upward, standing Walter upon his feet. He stretched his arms and yawned before he stepped onto the conveyor belt. He slowly became less drowsy while the belt carried him to the closet. A colorful combination of clothes was applied and removed three times until the fourth set, a light blue suit with thin white stripes, black shoes, and matching fedora, was decided as satisfactory and the conveyor built moved on.
Walter was then carried off to the transport, a large bus with many people of wacky up-dos and clever gear. The bus moved quickly across the bubbly terrain with random passengers disembarking nearly as soon as they boarded. Walter’s destination wasn’t too far from his starting point, and when he got there, he grabbed a briefcase and hopped off.
He briskly walked across the purple path, tipping his fedora to passersby. It was a sunshiny morning. The birds sang and a gentle breeze lightened his mood. Walter wasn’t sure where his feet were taking him, but he was confident it would be a fantastic day.
He wandered down a sloped hill and slowly the sky turned gray. Walter guessed his second destination was approaching. He really hoped it would be something exciting. Last time his user only took him on sidequests, afraid to face the real challenge. Walter’s feet carefully avoided the little paths that led into the bushes. His heart rate picked up. He was not doing sidequests today.
A bolt of lightning struck the path a few feet in front of him, and a great red dragon descended from the sky in ferocious roars. Walter threw the fedora into a nearby tree and stripped off his blazer. Beneath his ensemble of cotton was a suit of armor. He pulled a sword from the briefcase and pointed it at the dragon. Walter couldn’t hold back the smirk on his face. His user had finally built enough courage to take on the boss battle. It would be a fine day indeed.
Beth Freemont 