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A little while back I began writing a sequel to my fraggle rock story, but I found that it was almost impossible to write because I was telling too many things at once so I went on a very long hiatus. I finally created a basic structure and the first chapter of the rewrite, so I'm finally ready to go. Basically the entire plot has been recycled except for a few of the story elements. The Fraggles still end up looking for Gobo, but they do it in a distant part of the rock rather than Outer Space. It does have an OC in it, but she has a reason for being there- since they were going to be on their own in a place they'd never been, I thought that they could use a guide who knows the area. Plus, as you'll see, she's far from perfect- she's lucky if she can get through the day without unintentionally causing problems.
So, how many years have you been waiting for this? Almost an entire year? Wow... Better stop yapping and get on with it.
the first chapter basically tells you what the part of the rock Gobo ends up in is like.
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Merrily We Go Along
(three separate journeys rewrite)
Chapter one: The Mysterious Appearing Fraggle
Candonella thought about other fraggle colonies a lot, especially after the mysterious orange fraggle with the strange brown hat appeared one day out of nowhere.
If the colony was willing to move, things might have been different. They might have had more time to play if the rock formations weren’t so unstable. But it was beautiful where Candy lived- the deep canyons and the colored translucent crystal that grew between stalagmites and the pools of blue green water. Most fraggles loved it too much to give it up: it was home. She loved it. She loved it with almost everything she had.
Almost.
When she had been little, she had never thought that she might decide to leave one day. She wanted to make her parents happy, and become a good fraggle who was good at her job.
When she heard her song for the first time, though, she began to see that she might not exactly be in the best place to spend the rest of her days. She still remembered the night she first heard it.
She had been sleeping when the first snatches of a lively melody reached her ears. It was cheerful, but not frantic. Mellow, but still turning itself out and a rigorous pace. Excitement for life sounded in every note.
She had been scared at how unconventional and spirited her song was. When she was called before The Elder Of Song to play it, she only played the part she thought the council would want to hear. The Elder had not been fooled, and after he made her play the entire thing, he gave her her Song Name, her song translated into a short phrase in the Tongue of the Ancient Fraggles. Strictly speaking, the song spoke for itself-she’d heard of places that didn’t even have Song Names. Still, Candy thought it was useful to have a shorthand for explaining yourself. The Elder of Song was one of the last Fraggles who could speak the Ancient Tongue. Hearing your song spoken in an ancient language gave you a certain thrill, no doubt coming from some part in deep within your roots- the only thing more satisfying was hearing the song itself. Hers was Sacral, Chancefinder. And it was true- she saw what no one else did everywhere, often coming across things by accident.
And it was by accident that she ran into (or rather, smashed into) Gobo Fraggle.
Candy was never completely still- either her mind was going in a thousand different directions or her body was buzzing with an energy that felt like a nest of humbugs humming their tunes inside of her. So she’d learned to get her energy out in ways and places where she was least likely to bother anybody.
So when she looked back on the incident and blamed herself for it, she consoled herself with the fact that if she had managed to crash into somebody four hours before sunrise in an abandoned storage cavern, it was just her fate to cause accidents.
She was on the verge of perfecting her latest board game when she decided it needed more running, so she ran around a bit to see how it felt, only to trip over the set of marbles that were serving as game pieces. She swiveled on her ankle, hitting something solid, which fell.
Oh no! I hope I didn’t smash someone’s irreplaceable painting…again. I’ll be doing Disciplinary Duty for two weeks.
She looked down and instantly realized that she had a much bigger problem. A fraggle, a strange fraggle in a funny hat, lay face- up on the cold rock floor.
“Uh… sir? Are you alive? Sir?”
He didn’t move. This was bad. Very, very bad.
So she did what any fraggle misfit in her situation would do. She panicked.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
She ran. She ran over rickety stalagmite bridges, climbed up narrow, twisting rock formations that would give any foreign fraggle vertigo. She splashed through the calm, blue pools lined with moss that her best friend used to harvest before she left. The small amphibians at the bottom of the pool croaked in protest, annoyed at having their rest disturbed. Candy was naturally a klutz. It was only the home field advantage that kept her from causing a major crisis- well, more major crises anyway.
“Sorry!” she called to the frognewts over her shoulder.
Just outside of the mouth of the central cavern, Candy felt a wrinkled hand on her arm.
Startled, she turned, half expecting the weird fraggle she’d found to be behind her, demanding compensation. Instead, there was a wizened, white- haired fraggle with a short goatee, mottled tan fur and enormous glasses, rocking peacefully back and forth in his rocking chair.
She sighed. It was only Gorntruckle.
“You all right, Candy? Eh? Setting up quite a stir you are. The council will be out here any minute.”
Nobody really knew where Gorntruckle had come from; it had been so long ago that there wasn’t a single fraggle around who would have remembered. There were rumors that he had come over from the nearest colony, and outcast of sorts, ostracized for drinking too much mulled mulberry juice. He was sort of made fun of by the whole rest of the colony, as he was an eccentric who sat staring at his own reflection for an hour every day and often forgot whether it was a Rest Day or a Workday. Still, Candy liked him. He gave good advice, and he was always ready to hear a joke. She inhaled deeply.
“Iwasinacaveandiranintothisfraggleliterallyimeanandhe’snotlikeotherfragglesbecausehewearsahatthat’snotaworkhatbecauseithasafeatherandonesecondhewasnowhereandthenexthereandhefellandhegotknockedoutandthat’swheniranawayscreaming.”
“Woah, woah, there, Candonella! Simmer down. You’ll never win the respect of the colony actin’ like that. The Time of Choosing is comin’ up soon for yeh, ain’t it?”
Tears filled Candonella’s eyes. “Oh, Gorntruckle, I don’t know whether to stay or not! I love it here, but everyone’s so stiff. There’s no room for anything! My life is so small…”
“There now, don’t cry. You’ll make your decision in time. Let’s go check on this mysterious appearing fraggle, huh?”
Candy nodded, looking around her at the landscape in which she had been born. It was scenery that most could only dream of, and yet, the thought of staying made some part of her deep inside whisper, There is more.
How was she going to decide?
So, how many years have you been waiting for this? Almost an entire year? Wow... Better stop yapping and get on with it.
the first chapter basically tells you what the part of the rock Gobo ends up in is like.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Merrily We Go Along
(three separate journeys rewrite)
Chapter one: The Mysterious Appearing Fraggle
Candonella thought about other fraggle colonies a lot, especially after the mysterious orange fraggle with the strange brown hat appeared one day out of nowhere.
If the colony was willing to move, things might have been different. They might have had more time to play if the rock formations weren’t so unstable. But it was beautiful where Candy lived- the deep canyons and the colored translucent crystal that grew between stalagmites and the pools of blue green water. Most fraggles loved it too much to give it up: it was home. She loved it. She loved it with almost everything she had.
Almost.
When she had been little, she had never thought that she might decide to leave one day. She wanted to make her parents happy, and become a good fraggle who was good at her job.
When she heard her song for the first time, though, she began to see that she might not exactly be in the best place to spend the rest of her days. She still remembered the night she first heard it.
She had been sleeping when the first snatches of a lively melody reached her ears. It was cheerful, but not frantic. Mellow, but still turning itself out and a rigorous pace. Excitement for life sounded in every note.
She had been scared at how unconventional and spirited her song was. When she was called before The Elder Of Song to play it, she only played the part she thought the council would want to hear. The Elder had not been fooled, and after he made her play the entire thing, he gave her her Song Name, her song translated into a short phrase in the Tongue of the Ancient Fraggles. Strictly speaking, the song spoke for itself-she’d heard of places that didn’t even have Song Names. Still, Candy thought it was useful to have a shorthand for explaining yourself. The Elder of Song was one of the last Fraggles who could speak the Ancient Tongue. Hearing your song spoken in an ancient language gave you a certain thrill, no doubt coming from some part in deep within your roots- the only thing more satisfying was hearing the song itself. Hers was Sacral, Chancefinder. And it was true- she saw what no one else did everywhere, often coming across things by accident.
And it was by accident that she ran into (or rather, smashed into) Gobo Fraggle.
Candy was never completely still- either her mind was going in a thousand different directions or her body was buzzing with an energy that felt like a nest of humbugs humming their tunes inside of her. So she’d learned to get her energy out in ways and places where she was least likely to bother anybody.
So when she looked back on the incident and blamed herself for it, she consoled herself with the fact that if she had managed to crash into somebody four hours before sunrise in an abandoned storage cavern, it was just her fate to cause accidents.
She was on the verge of perfecting her latest board game when she decided it needed more running, so she ran around a bit to see how it felt, only to trip over the set of marbles that were serving as game pieces. She swiveled on her ankle, hitting something solid, which fell.
Oh no! I hope I didn’t smash someone’s irreplaceable painting…again. I’ll be doing Disciplinary Duty for two weeks.
She looked down and instantly realized that she had a much bigger problem. A fraggle, a strange fraggle in a funny hat, lay face- up on the cold rock floor.
“Uh… sir? Are you alive? Sir?”
He didn’t move. This was bad. Very, very bad.
So she did what any fraggle misfit in her situation would do. She panicked.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
She ran. She ran over rickety stalagmite bridges, climbed up narrow, twisting rock formations that would give any foreign fraggle vertigo. She splashed through the calm, blue pools lined with moss that her best friend used to harvest before she left. The small amphibians at the bottom of the pool croaked in protest, annoyed at having their rest disturbed. Candy was naturally a klutz. It was only the home field advantage that kept her from causing a major crisis- well, more major crises anyway.
“Sorry!” she called to the frognewts over her shoulder.
Just outside of the mouth of the central cavern, Candy felt a wrinkled hand on her arm.
Startled, she turned, half expecting the weird fraggle she’d found to be behind her, demanding compensation. Instead, there was a wizened, white- haired fraggle with a short goatee, mottled tan fur and enormous glasses, rocking peacefully back and forth in his rocking chair.
She sighed. It was only Gorntruckle.
“You all right, Candy? Eh? Setting up quite a stir you are. The council will be out here any minute.”
Nobody really knew where Gorntruckle had come from; it had been so long ago that there wasn’t a single fraggle around who would have remembered. There were rumors that he had come over from the nearest colony, and outcast of sorts, ostracized for drinking too much mulled mulberry juice. He was sort of made fun of by the whole rest of the colony, as he was an eccentric who sat staring at his own reflection for an hour every day and often forgot whether it was a Rest Day or a Workday. Still, Candy liked him. He gave good advice, and he was always ready to hear a joke. She inhaled deeply.
“Iwasinacaveandiranintothisfraggleliterallyimeanandhe’snotlikeotherfragglesbecausehewearsahatthat’snotaworkhatbecauseithasafeatherandonesecondhewasnowhereandthenexthereandhefellandhegotknockedoutandthat’swheniranawayscreaming.”
“Woah, woah, there, Candonella! Simmer down. You’ll never win the respect of the colony actin’ like that. The Time of Choosing is comin’ up soon for yeh, ain’t it?”
Tears filled Candonella’s eyes. “Oh, Gorntruckle, I don’t know whether to stay or not! I love it here, but everyone’s so stiff. There’s no room for anything! My life is so small…”
“There now, don’t cry. You’ll make your decision in time. Let’s go check on this mysterious appearing fraggle, huh?”
Candy nodded, looking around her at the landscape in which she had been born. It was scenery that most could only dream of, and yet, the thought of staying made some part of her deep inside whisper, There is more.
How was she going to decide?
I'm proud of the person I'm becoming, and excited to see where the road ahead will take me.