A Jelly's Journey: Part Two
Also by sunset_rose285
Before Bryan had even taken five steps in the direction
of the skyplane that had carried him to the Darigan Citadel, his foot caught
underneath an exposed tree root, and he pitched forward, landing quite gracefully
on his face. His backpack shot forward and opened up, emptying itself of its
contents. Max appeared blissfully unaware that anything unusual had just occurred.
Great. Even when I'm hundreds of feet up in
the air, the ground still manages to injure me.
Pulling himself back onto his feet, Bryan noticed
all the leaves and debris that had attached themselves to his sticky jelly body.
Groaning, he started picking up his belongings. Angrily shoving the last of
the food inside his bag, he reached for the Neopian Times. But before he could
tuck it back inside the bag, he noticed something odd. The advertisement that
just hours ago had shown a depressed Acara now showed two pictures. In the upper
left corner was a confused looking Ogrin scratching his head, while in the lower
right was the same Ogrin with a shining Filamen over his head, having an epiphany.
Been Subjected to the Ramblings of a Madman?
Want to Know More About Your Origins? Have Leaves Stuck All Over Your Body?
If you answered yes to any of these questions,
maybe it's time for you to gain some knowledge from an entertaining source you'll
Visit our office at 250 Dirty Dirt Road, Tyrannian
Plateau to get informed today.
After staring in shock for a few moments and
then determining that he really wasn't hallucinating, and the new ad really
was printed on the page exactly where the previous ad was before, Bryan came
to the conclusion that if he was going to start following the directions of
a piece of paper that appeared to be able to think independently, he might as
well do it right. Securing Max firmly under his left arm, he began his long
trek to Tyrannia by way of parachute, Flotsam shuttle, Pteri lifts, Gnorbu-back,
Arriving in style, in record time, and sparkling
clean as the leaves had thankfully detached themselves while the Pteri had been
flying at breakneck speed, Bryan stepped onto the Tyrannian Plateau feeling
hopeful that someone here would have the answers that he was looking for. At
the end of Dirty Dirt Road was an enormous wheel whose size would rival Darigan's
spikes any day. A Tyrannian Quiggle with a large sundial strapped to his wrist
stood in front of the wheel. Bryan approached him.
"Hi, excuse me." Bryan looked down at his name
tag. "Can you help me, Percival?"
"You want to spin the wheel?"
"The wheel." The Quiggle pointed behind him.
"The big round thing with all the drawings on it."
"Yes, I know what a wheel is, thank you very
"Oh, sorry. Working in Tyrannia, you never know
what kind of customers you're going to get... So do you want to spin the wheel?
It gives good prizes."
Not seeing much besides a few oddly shaped rocks
in the distance and a large chunk of fried egg on the mostly barren Plateau,
Bryan figured there was nothing better to do. He stepped up to the wheel and
spun it with all his might.
"So... What do I do now?"
"You wait," the Quiggle replied, grabbing a mug
of ice cold tea and taking a seat on his comfortable looking dung sofa.
The monotonous "click click click click click
click" of the wheel was the only sound to be heard for miles around.
THREE HOURS LATER
*Click... click...... click...... click.........*
The silence was deafening. The Quiggle twitched
out of his sleep stifled a yawn before shuffling over to the wheel to check
the result. The peg had landed right in the middle of the section with a crude
drawing of a red winged beast on it.
"Ah, right. So, to collect your prize, you want
to go into that there cave. I think you have to climb up a rope at some point,
but just keep going until you get to the end. It's definitely worth it. Mmhmm.
Yup." He shifted around uncomfortably.
Bryan looked up from the mansion fit for a small
family of Royal Cybunnies that he had just built out of pebbles and looked in
the direction that the Quiggle had pointed.
"Right. That cave."
"You mean the one that says..." Bryan squinted
to read the wooden sign that had been posted at the cave entrance by a well
meaning explorer. "Lair of the Beast: do not enter if you value your life?"
"Yup, that's the one. Mmmhmm." The Quiggle was
pretending to find something interesting in the clouds, clearly avoiding Bryan's
"If you say so..."
Hesitantly, Bryan put his backpack on, gathered
Max in his arms, and set off towards the entrance. Twenty feet inside was another
plank of wood that read "Seriously, you shouldn't have come here." Another twenty
feet was marked with the sign "The prize really isn't worth it, you know" followed
by "Really, you don't want to go in there" and "I'm telling your mother!" With
every step, Bryan's surroundings grew darker until it was impossible to see.
"Well... Whatever prize that has to be kept in
a pitch black cave away from the prying eyes of the masses has to be worth something...
Right, Max?" The only answer he received was the hollow echo of his own voice.
Soon, the only way he could tell what direction
he was moving in was to guide himself with a paw on the wall. Turning a corner,
he saw a light shining down from above at a rope that disappeared into the level
above. Making quick work of the rope, Bryan and Max were quickly standing on
the second tier of rock, face to face with a gigantic screeching, flapping beast
of terror. Its foot long talons actually looked quite friendly next to its long,
serrated beak. Doing what anyone would do if they were faced with a gigantic
monster that looked quite hungry, Bryan turned around and ran.
This, however, was not a very wise decision,
as the Pterodactyl was only flapping because he was happy to have a visitor
and not because that visitor happened to look like a large serving of dessert.
For some reason, the Neopets that landed on the beast space on the Wheel of
Monotony no longer wandered into his lair. Unfortunately, no one knew this at
the time. The last time the Pterodactyl got lonely, he flew out of the volcano
to find some new friends to keep him company and ended up scaring an entire
Bryan bounced away as fast as he could while
carrying his Spardel, but the Pterodactyl, upset that his only visitor was leaving
so soon, decided to give chase. Left, right, middle, right. Soon, Bryan had
no idea where he had come from and had even less of an idea as to how to find
an exit. He could still hear the beast's screeches not far behind. The rock
beneath his tail began to feel softer and more bouncy. Bryan wondered if fatigue
was beginning to set in. After getting stuck at a dead end, he hastily made
his way back and looked for another tunnel. Suddenly, he saw it to the left:
Almost slipping from changing directions so quickly,
Bryan sped towards the opening. With a last burst of energy, he emerged into
the cool summer air, tired, but completely unharmed. He skidded to a stop a
few feet from the edge of a very tall cliff. The screeches of the lonely Pterodactyl
were getting closer and closer with every passing second. Bryan searched his
surroundings for any viable plan of action.
Bryan looked down, only to notice that the ground
that he had been standing on was, in fact, the side of the mountain. The enormous
mound culminated in a hole that revealed it was filled to the brim with boiling,
bubbling jelly lava.
So now that Bryan was feeling exceptionally more
uncomfortable that he was not only standing on the edge of a very tall mountain
and being hunted by a very large beast with very large talons, but he was standing
on the edge of a very tall volcano that sounded like it was about to
erupt with boiling hot lava at any moment in addition to being hunted by a very
large beast with very large talons, his search for options became more frantic.
Inching to the very edge of the cliff and fearfully
peering down, Bryan saw that far below lay a series of tall, thin pillars that
led to a ledge that looked short enough to leap off of and still keep all limbs
intact. Bracing himself for the long drop, he took a deep breath and let his
tail do the work. He felt his tail connect with the rock of the first pillar,
and Max let out a bark of joy.
Feeling a rush of exhilaration at the possibility
that he could make it out of the dangerous situation with nothing more than
an exciting story to tell, Bryan became confident. A little too confident, as
it turned out. He overshot the second pillar and plunged down into the forest
below while screaming and clutching an overjoyed and barking Max.
The forest was a lifesaver. The intricate web
of vines that connected the valley of hundred year old trees slowed Bryan and
Max's descent and they soon came dead stop, hanging from the vines, twenty feet
above the ground.
That's it. From now on, the only adventures
I have will be to the Food Shop and back.
"Hey! Who's there?" A strange voice filtered
through the foliage.
For a wild moment, Bryan thought that he had
stumbled upon the family of the Pterodactyl. He began to think of a plan of
escape, but his thoughts were interrupted by the vines as they snapped under
his weight and deposited him unceremoniously onto the forest floor. Laying flat
on his back, he could see the vines above that had saved him still held their
grip on Max who was looking happier than he had in years.
"Like whoa, Charlie! It's another one!" Slowly,
a blob of green entered his line of sight. Focusing on it, Bryan realized that
it was a translucent green blob... Jelly? He rolled over onto his stomach.
"Hey, dude! I'm Ben. That over there is Charlie."
He motioned to the Jelly Chomby in the clearing behind him. "Say, you got any
"What?? Uhh, where did you guys come from?"
"From back over there. We've all been here a
while. Teaches us to follow the advice of a magical newspaper, eh mate?"
"Wait. Magical newspaper? You mean the 250th
edition of the Neopian Times?" asked Bryan.
"Yeah. There's a whole group of us the magical
ad appeared to. We were all unhappy with our lives and wanted to know more about
where we came from. Did the whole insane Lupe, monotonous wheel, chased by the
winged beast thing, all of us. Anyway, how about that bacon?"
"Oh yeah." Bryan opened his backpack and dug
into the pocket, looking for the strips of bacon he had packed for Max that
morning. Finding them, he handed a couple to Ben.
"Aw, righteous, man!" He nibbled vigorously on
the ends of the pieces.
"So the ad was meant to bring us all together?
"Man, you sure aren't the sharpest piece of gelatin
around, are you?" Ben slurred through a mouth full of bacon. "It's so we can
see that we aren't the only pets in the world going through this, and so we
can make new friends. Duh." Ben grinned.
Bryan grinned back because all of a sudden, he
realized that he no longer felt like the whole world looked at him as an outsider.
This was where he belonged.
"Dude, is that your petpet up there? I think
he just drooled on me," Ben said, staring upwards.
"Oops! Sorry about that. It's the bacon smell.
His favorite food. Forgot all about him for a second, though. Ehehe." Bryan
bounced on his tail and snatched Max out of the tangle of vines. He removed
a leaf from Max's fur and tucked him back under his arm where he happily wagged
"Aw, I think your petpet and I will get along
real well. I love bacon. It's the one thing I miss about life in the city."
Ben paused, looking a little sad. "But come on man, I'll show you around! We've
been here for a while, so we've taken the liberty of making this place a little
more comfortable. We've dug this hole in the ground, and it's filled with water
from this hot spring nearby, and it's totally our pool now."
"So there are a lot more of you guys?"
"Oh yeah. You'll make the twelfth. Only Blumaroo
though. Anyway, we also have this righteous hammock that we made out of these
vines. Dude, you should see it. It's like the size of an Elephante. Follow me!"
Ben and Charlie both turned and made their way back to the village. Ben continued
to ramble on about the amazing things they had made during their time in the
A tugging at his shoulder made Bryan glance down
as Max poked through his backpack looking for bacon. In the process of searching
for the food, the Neopian Times became dislodged and fell onto the ground. As
Bryan picked it up, he noticed that underneath the giant headline about the
special 250th issue, the advertisement had changed for the final time. Now,
it had a brightly colored picture of a beaming Jelly Blumaroo standing next
to a Jelly Kacheek with the words "Friends Till The End. Welcome Home."
Authors' Notes and Disclaimers:
Bryan and Ben are still friends. When we said "Friends Till The End" we
meant until THE end... Not the end... Well, you know what we mean.
In order to tell the exciting story of Bryan the Blumaroo, we had to make
up a few details, such as the rantings of a certain insane Lupe. We firmly stand
behind the belief that said rantings are merely the creation of Number Five's
delusional mind, and no such place actually exists in Neopia.
Similarly, the name of the Tyrannian Quiggle who runs the Wheel of Monotony
may or may not be Percival. He refused to answer our question until our wheel
stopped spinning, and well, that had yet to occur at the time of publication.
The insane Lupe, Number Five, who first planted the idea into our minds
during a rousing game of Cellblock, has since escaped from the dungeon, finally
having won a game against Master Vex. After several weeks in hiding, authorities
were finally able to lure him out with a trap that involved a fully stocked
size 300 shop having a 1NP sale on jellies. He is now residing in a jelly padded
room under the watchful eye of many doctors who will prevent any such thing
from happening again.
Also, the authors should not be held responsible for any readers developing
a sudden craving for lemon gelatin, Blumaroo-shaped or otherwise.
Thank you for indulging our imaginative side, and we hope you enjoyed Bryan's