pt. 24

“Did you see that?” Edith stared up at the sky.

“See what?!” Rose started to calm down.

“The pink in the sky!”

“Unicorn farts?”

“What?!”

“I used to have a pet unicorn, she was nice, she farted streams of cotton candy….” Rose started to cry. “She died a few years ago, leaving me to continue her business at the bakery and ballet studio!”

At this point Edith’s head felt like it might explode at any second, she had seen it happen before, it was not pretty. She started to sneak away, hoping Rose wouldn’t see her, and she would have made it if something cold hadn’t grabbed her arm and suffocated her until she passed out.

Scotty rushed to the library, feathers trailing behind him. He burst through the front doors and ran straight to the back of the building. The librarian shook her head and hissed.

“What’s wrong with that kid?!”

“Don’t ask me,” Indigo panted, she was tired from chasing Scotty. “He’s been like this since I met him, but it’s not like him to rush into a library of all places.”

“Pardon?!” The librarian looked offended.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with a l-library!”

“Little girl, you may not know this, but knowledge is power and I have more knowledge than you could imagine!” The librarian slowly started taking on a ghost-like figure and screamed. Indigo covered her ears as tightly as she could and the twins who had been following walked into the building, blinked once, immediately turned around, and left. As soon as the librarian started to calm down and assume a more human-looking form indigo asked, “You’re a banshee?!”

“Yeah, so?!” The librarian hissed.

“Nothing, i just wasn’t expecting it….”

“Learn to expect things, it may save your life.”

Indigo was confused by this but she didn’t question it, she knew this would make the librarian go into an extensive monologue about making choices and growing up and what it means to be a parent, she did NOT want that talk again, ever since then she has been afraid of birds and even more afraid of bees. As she thought of all the possible horrible scenarios that would play out, Scotty ran up to her and shoved a book in her face. There was a swarm of tiny pigs on the cover with the title: Surviving a pocalypse! Tips to make living through the pig apocalypse as comfortable as possible!

“What?!” Indigo questioned Scotty’s sanity.

“Look at page 56,798, part 784, paragraph 78!”

“Woah! Too many numbers!”

Scotty quickly flipped through the book and pointed to the section he was talking about. This is what it read.

The Pocalypse, a large attack of swarming Piggi, small flying pigs, is symbolized by sudden flashes of pink in the sky over the region the next attack will take place. The Piggi use this as a survival tactic and seem to have discovered that it is easier to feast on human flesh, their favorite food, when the prey is already deceased. In order to kill their prey the Piggi will sharpen their fangs over a period of three months and dive bomb their “unsuspecting” prey and tear their flesh to shreds. This is known to happen in more than one region at once and more than once in each region.

“What does this mean?” Indigo asked, looking concerned.

“The Pocalypse is coming!” Scotty cried dramatically, like usual.