“End’s Adventure Log Day 27!” End’s cheerful shout was nearly drowned out by the roaring winds. Behind him was a shattered window and a gray sky. His hair and clothes whipped around and he had to blink often to avoid strands getting in his eyes. He hugged Mr. Hopscotch to his chest, the poor stuffed rabbit looking quite a bit more deflated than before. “I was going to get back on the road today but I don’t wanna go out in that soooo, “End held out the ‘oh’, rolling his entire head around rather than just his eyes, “we’re going to explore this place instead!” Though the roaring winds didn’t abate at all, End’s voice was still bright and clear.
Finally, End moved away from the window, “let’s find something to play with!” As End moved away from the window the sound of the wind died down and the camera’s microphone could pick up the sound of glass crunching underfoot. More of the room came into view behind him as End moved through it. School desks piled in the corner, sleeping bags littering the floor, and a splatter of blood across the wall. End walked through the door, immediately turning on his heel. The background blurred as he spun but for a brief instant a pale, still hand could be seen sticking out of a sleeping bag.
“I already found the gym but ball games aren’t any fun by yourself and Mr. Hopscotch is too terrible at basketball to count as a real opponent.” End squeezed Mr. Hopscotch tighter, “ so we have to find something else to play with!”
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End began to skip down the hall past the rows and rows of blue metal lockers. He hummed a nonsense tune as he peeked into every room in the hallway.
The nauseating shaking of the camera stopped as End peered into a room. He turned the camera so it could peer into the darkness with him. “Jackpot!” he sang, but unfortunately his eyes were better than the camera’s and there was nothing to see but darkness. And then there was the sound of a heavy light switch being flipped.
For a few seconds nothing happened. Then End sighed and the lights flicked on revealing a room filled with open instrument cases, drums, xylophones, even a gong. After the sound of a grating squeak, the camera was set down on a music stand. End giddily ran up to the gong, grabbing the mallet and swung at it with all his weight. The sound was loud enough to blow out the camera’s microphone, so unfortunately... or perhaps fortunately, none of the audio of End’s frenetic performance was captured. He ran from instrument to instrument, playing with all his energy. He banged some drums with abandon and blew into a trumpet until he was red in the face all the while there was only static in the microphone.
When he tired himself out, End wandered into center frame, shoulders heaving as he sucked in deep breaths. Then he spoke, his voice crystal clear, “that’s it for today’s performance! But don’t worry, I’m just getting started!”