Everybody Has a Song

[mostlikemokey]

This is a fanfiction I posted on fanfiction.net. I'm not sure how to add additional chapters to the same thread, so if a moniter could tell me how, that would be great

Disclaimer: I do not own Fraggle Rock. I do this for pleasure, not profit.

Everybody Has a Song​

Chapter 1​

“Today’s the day!” Mokey said.
Wembley yawned, stretched, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Gobo looked irritated.
“Why’d you have to get us up in the middle of the night, eh?”
“Because Cantus is coming!” Mokey said, eyes aglow.
“She’s been tracking his visits on a calendar,” said Red, rolling her eyes.
“Yes,” said Mokey, “and Boober’s been helping me.”
Three heads swiveled in Mokey’s direction. “HUH?"
“He’s probably noting the best time to avoid the Great Hall, “ said Red.
Gobo nodded. “Yeah, probably. I just wish he’d lighten up a little. You know, spend less time doing laundry and more time having fun.”
Gobo’s friends nodded in agreement, though Mokey looked unsure. “But, Boober’s Boober. I mean, if he weren’t around, who would cook or do laundry? It’d be a disaster. All Fraggles have a place, and Boober fits his perfectly.”
Wembley tugged on Mokey’s sleeve. “But Boober’s always going to be around, right?”“Right,” said Red. “So let’s stop worrying about Boober and get ready to welcome Cantus.”
The four friends turned and walked out the entrance to the Great Hall.

0o0​

Boober was feeling unusually gleefull. There was an extra large load of laundry to do, a new recipe to try, and for once, nobody was trying to make him join the Medley.
“I guess leaving early did the trick,” Boober said, “although I will deliver the cake. Let’s see, for Radish Von Rouge, I’ll need-“
He was interrupted by a grunt from behind him. He turned to see a speckled creature with thick, black eyebrows and a funnel for a nose.
“It’s a Blustering Bellowpane Monster!” Boober cried. He ran as though his legs were on fire. The monster followed, honking like a bicycle horn. Boober sprinted a few yards and doubled back, panting with exhaustion and fear. “Maybe I can lose him,” Boober huffed.
Boober didn’t notice the hole until he was halfway to the bottom of it. He barely had time to gasp before he plunged into a pool of half-frozen water. Boober waded his way out of the pool and began to shiver. He was no warmer than he had been when he was in the water, even after he had dried himself with his scarf.
“Maybe- I- can- climb- back- up-“ Boober grunted as he clawed his way up the inside of the hole. It was a fruitless effort; the surface was smooth and slick with ice crystals.
He was trapped in nowhere.

 

[The Count]

Hi... In order to add more chapters, you just post them like you would a normal reply to the thread itself.

Not sure if this is exactly the same for you, but after the last post in a given thread, there's a link labeled "Post Reply" preceeded by an empty edit field box. You simply write up your chapter/text in an alternate writing document application like Wordpad or Word, cut it, and then paste it in that edit box, then press the Post Reply link and voila.
Hope this helps and have fun exploring the rest of the forums here at MC.

 

[mostlikemokey]

Hello, this is mostlikemokey again, posting chapter 2 of my fanfic, this time with spaces between paragraphs for easier reading. I want to thank everyone who viewed this story, and the count for his awesome help. This chapter is more interesting than the first, and the story really picks up around chapter 4.

Here goes...

Disclaimer: I don’t own Fraggle Rock. I do this for pleasure, not profit.

Everybody Has a Song​

Chapter 2​

After an hour of partying, Boober still hadn’t appeared.

“He’s going to wait until the medley is over,” said Red when she noticed Gobo glancing at the entrance to the Great Hall. “Hey, the Doozer Sticks are delicious today. Want one?”

“I don’t know, Red. He was going to make Radish von Rouge for the medley. Wouldn’t he at least have delivered the cake?”

Red frowned. “Maybe you’re right. He does like to show off his cooking.”

“Where could he be hiding, though, if he wanted to skip the medley?” said Mokey. “It’s not like Boober to make us worry.”

The four friends sat together in silent puzzlement. Suddenly Cantus, who had been whispering to the other Minstrels a few yards away, stood up abruptly and walked over to them.

“Boober seems to be missing, is he,” said Cantus. His voice seemed grim and flat, with a certainty that made it not a question, but a statement.

“How can you tell?” said Wembley.

“His song seems far away,” Cantus said, “Although I cannot be sure. The ability to hear other’s songs is strongest in Fraggles younger than I.”

“Can we hear his song?” asked Wembley, who was chewing nervously on a Doozer stick.

“Most Fraggles require ample training to hear the songs of others. A few are born with the ability. The youngest within my recollection is Lana Fraggle, Boober’s cousin.”

“Cousin?” said Gobo. Boober doesn’t have a cousin.”

Cantus sighed. “Yes he does.”

“How come he never told us?” cried Mokey indignantly.

Mokey, are you okay?’ asked Gobo

“It is not a happy tale,” said Cantus, “nor is this the only secret he has kept from you.”
When Red spoke, her voice was just a whisper. “Where did you hear this?”

“From Lana herself. Go now and find Boober. The medley will not start without him.”

0o0​

Boober coughed as he stumbled through the frozen underground. Was it his imagination, or was he colder than before?

“I’m sick,” Boober muttered hoarsely. “I’ll probably perish down here.”
He registered, with some surprise, that the thought did not scare him. He was calm; the inevitable had come at last.

“I guess if I’m going to die,” he said, “It won’t hurt to lie down for a while.” Boober shivered as cold slate met him where he lay.

 

[mostlikemokey]

Here goes again. This is chapter 3 of the fanfic, and I really appreciate those who took the time to view it. What do you think of it? Good? Bad? I have yet to get an actual review...

Disclaimer: Yet again, I do not own Fraggle Rock. I do this for pleasure, not profit.

Lana slowly eased herself out of bed, grabbed her walking stick, and went over to the kitchen to make herself a breakfast of avocado meal. As she pounded the avocado to a pulp with her pestle, she recalled the nightmare she had had the night before.

Lana turned away from the burning house, looking at Boober, who was rooted to the spot, tears making his soot-covered face wet and streaky. “Boober, come on!” she yelled, but Boober wouldn’t move. He was calling out for his mother in the darkness. Lana envied him. As ridiculous as it was to be jealous now, she envied him for the family he was so desperate to find. Hers was gone.

“Boober, I’ll carry you if you just move!”

“Mom,” said Boober.

Lana sighed as that day’s memory came back to her, its bright imagery invading her thoughts. She and Boober had walked through the snow for seven days until they had reached Fraggle Rock. As far as Lana knew, he was still there, paranoid, afraid, and friendless.

Suddenly, she heard a knock at her door. Leaning on her stick, she walked to her door, scrunching up her face in concentration in order to catch a few notes of her visitor’s song.
Instead of just one, four melodies greeted her heart, songs filled with joy and hope, true songs.

“Fraggle Rock Fraggles. They must be,” she said.

Curiosity flooded her mind and the brightness of the songs swirled around her. She opened the door.

“What can I do for you?” said Lana. She looked out at the Fraggles, who seemed unusually solemn.

Maybe they’re not Fraggle Rock Fraggles after all, she thought.

“We’re friends of Boober’s,” said the Fraggle in the front, who was wearing a cardigan, “And we need your help.”

0o0​

Boober felt his strength slowly going away. He felt incredibly cold, horribly thirsty. He tried to crawl closer to the pond, but moving more than an inch made him dizzy.
His vision began to blur, going in and out of focus like a reflection on a pond. During the moments when his vision was blurry, he thought he could see a magenta Fraggle wearing a scraggly, blue-feathered hat.

“Mom?” Boober’s voice reverberated through the darkness.

 

[charlietheowl]

Your story's off to a good start. I'm looking forward to the next chapter.

 

[mostlikemokey]

Thanks, charlietheowl! I'm glad you like it! I'm doing my best. Be patient as you wait for posts, though, because I type slow.

 

[mostlikemokey]

A note from the author: please review! I have no idea if this is good unless you do!

Everyone has a Sng​

Chapter four​

“I hope you don’t mind tea,” said Lana as she passed a steaming purple mug to each Fraggle. “I haven’t had a reason to make much else lately: I don’t usually get guests.” She smiled at Wembley, who was slurping his tea enthusiastically. He was the only one even touching his drink. She wondered if she’d made it too bitter.

“Boober,” said Mokey, and burst into tears.

Gobo looked at Mokey concernedly. Ever since Boober had gone missing, she had become, well…strained. She seemed to be slowly losing her calm and her light and her… Mokeyness.

The things that made her so beautiful…

The thought came to his mind unannounced. What was that, he wondered, and turned his attention back to Lana.

“…Estranged, really, Boober and I,” she was saying, “He hates me.”

“Why?” asked Wembley.

“We had an argument,” said Lana, “And he made me swear the Oath of the Grove- “

“The Oath of the Grove?” asked Red, confused.

“Yes, the- wait, you don’t know?”

The Fraggles slowly shook their heads.

“If you don’t know where Boober came from, then I can’t say,” murmured Lana. “This is his business. It’s not up to me to decide whom to tell. Look, I’ll tell you where Boober is, but I refuse to stick my nose into this. You’re on your own there.”

She closed her eyes, her red and blue striped dress fanning out as she stood and plodded to the center of the room.
She began to speak in an intense, focused voice.

“He’s under the rock, in a cavern untouched by the warmth of the Great Bell.” She opened her eyes. “What’s the Great Bell?”

The Fraggles looked at each other, deaf to Lana’s question, and Gobo, in a voice that leaked pure liquid fear, “The Undergrounds of Eternal Ice.”

0o0​

Mom?” Boober’s vision didn’t clear. “Mom?’

“Sweetheart.” Glenda’s voice rang, but her figure was still blurry.

“Prepare for the refugees, honey. I love you,”

“Mom, don’t leave!”

Boober closed his eyes in disbelief and pain. Was he just imagining this?

“I never left.”

Boober opened his eyes and found himself alone.

“Noooo…” he sobbed, and a blanket of sweet unconsciousness enveloped him.

 

[charlietheowl]

Poor Boober! It seems like he's in a lot of trouble.

 

[mostlikemokey]

Yes he is... but don't worry, I'll bring him home safe. *laughs* I love Boober, and rest assured that this will be good for him in the end.

 

[mostlikemokey]

I will not be updating this until after Christmas due to a need to rewrite chapter 5. Happy Holidays, everyone!