Tycho the Huvveropt
The Storm Blob
Age: 9 years, 5 months, 1 week
Born: September 11th, 2009
Adopted: 10 months, 3 weeks, 3 days ago
Adopted: March 27th, 2018
- Level: 92
- Strength: 175
- Defense: 100
- Speed: 100
- Health: 100
- HP: 100/100
- Intelligence: 149
- Books Read: 142
- Food Eaten: 5
- Job: Captain Jacques First Mate
For a Kracko like Drifters, storms weren't particularly frightening. Lightning only energized him, and rain rolled right off him. The problem, the reason why Drifters now cast his single, large red eye up at the sky nervously, was the knapsack strapped to his fluffy back. He had spent all day gathering food for his family, and if he didn't find shelter soon, the rain would soak through his knapsack and ruin all his effort.
Mumbling worriedly to himself, Drifters scanned the barren landscape around him for shelter. An ancient mountain range, its peaks rounded from millennia of other storms, lay in the distance; perhaps Drifters could find refuge there. The Kracko started flying towards the mountains, trying to hold a steady course as he was buffeted by the rising winds. Although not especially athletic, he was still in the early years of adulthood and could fly quickly. The moss-covered ground passed swiftly beneath him as he dodged leafless, late autumn trees. Drifters moved so quickly, he hardly noticed the black blur that he flew over-- until it gave a piercing shout that brought Drifters to a stop immediately.
Drifters drew up, nearly falling over backwards in the air, then turned to look back. His eye would have passed right over the small black lump on the ground a few yards back, had the lump not been haloed by a dull, golden gleam. Drifters retraced his path until he was close enough for a good look.
"Dark Matter," he breathed, pulling back again. The lump had proved to be a sphere surrounded by smaller, petal-like spheres of a metallic gold hue; a large yellow and red eye peered up at Drifters from the lump's center.
"Kracko!" the Dark Matter returned, the yellow center of its iris gleaming with a mischievous light. An instant later, though, the expression changed to fear as a sharp crack of thunder sounded. The little Dark Matter-- it was perhaps a fourth of Drifters' size-- cowered against a rock protruding from the mossy ground.
"What do you want?" Drifters asked cautiously. He knew, of course, what Dark Matter allegedly always wanted: to possess innocent beings and make them do terrible things. This little one wasn't doing anything threatening though, and Drifters was tempted to give it the benefit of the doubt.
"I don't wanna get wet!" whined the Dark Matter. "Is there some place to stay near here?"
There's probably not a place for Dark Matter to stay anywhere on Pop Star, Drifters thought, but he spoke more kindly than that. "No, no one lives around here, not for miles anyway. I'm pretty far from home myself." Drifters lifted his eye to look again towards the mountain range, trying to judge whether he had time to reach the potential shelter before the rain started.
The Dark Matter rolled on its side to follow his gaze, then it launched itself into the air and hovered at Drifters' eye level. "Where are you going, then?"
"I have to keep my knapsack dry," Drifters mumbled. Benefit of the doubt or not, he didn't want a Dark Matter following him around, so he added, "But it won't hurt you to get wet, and if you stay low, you'll be safe from lightning. You'll be fine right here."
"But I'm scared of storms," the Dark Matter protested.
"There's nothing to be frightened of." Drifters edged away from it with another longing look towards the mountains. "Look, I have to hurry to find a place for my knapsack, or I'll lose all the food I've gathered for my family! You'll be fine, I promise." He started for the mountains again only to hear a piteous whimper from behind him.
"I can't come with you?"
"You're too small! You won't be able to travel fast enough."
The Dark Matter zipped past him, then turned to look back, blinking its large eye. "I can keep up!"
Drifters hesitated, out of excuses. Finally, he decided, If it were going to hurt me, maybe it would have already tried.
"Okay, come on. Hurry!" Drifters started out once more, telling himself that he would just leave the Dark Matter behind if it couldn't keep up. However, the Dark Matter sped along beside him without any difficulty, even pulling ahead and looping around Drifters playfully from time to time. Show off, Drifters thought, although he found the Dark Matter's playfulness rather appealing.
They reached the foothills of the mountains just ahead of the rain. The Dark Matter darted around at Drifters' side as the Kracko searched for some kind of shelter. Drifters finally spotted a shallow recess under a bank on one hill.
"Over here!" He herded the Dark Matter over to the recess, then shrugged out of his knapsack and dropped it into the shelter.
"But there's hardly any room in there!" the Dark Matter protested.
"You're complaining after all that? Get in!" Drifters pushed it into the recess with one of his puffy appendages.
The Dark Matter nestled down into the recess and turned to peer up at Drifters. "But there's no room for you."
". . . Oh." Flushing in embarrassment at his own behavior, Drifters compressed himself enough to fill the opening to the recess so that he sheltered his knapsack and the Dark Matter with his body. "I'll be fine-- the rain doesn't bother me."
In between rumbles of thunder, the Dark Matter asked, "What's your name?"
"Hunh? Oh. . . it's Drifters," the Kracko told him. "What's yours?"
"Tycho," the Dark Matter said proudly. "I made it up myself!"
Drifters and Tycho continued talking-- or rather, Tycho kept talking, and Drifters listened with some amusement. Eventually, the storm passed on by, and the Dark Matter's chatter slowed. When the storm tried to reassert itself yet only managed a faint rumbling of thunder, Tycho looked up at the noise; then his eyelid drooped sleepily over his red and golden eye. Drifters realized that he could now hardly see Tycho in the dimming light.
"It must be almost dark by now," Drifters ventured when he saw how tired Tycho looked, "and my home's pretty far away. I might as well spend the night here. If you want to stay too. . . ."
"Mmn, okay," murmured Tycho. He leaned closer in to Drifters' side and closed his eye in apparent contentment. "Don't have anywhere else to go anyway."
"Don't you have a home?" asked Drifters.
"Not here." One of Tycho's petals twitched against Drifters. "My home is out in space, a long way away."
Drifters murmured, "Oh. You're the first Dark Matter I've ever talked to, so I didn't know where you came from."
Tycho asked, "So you've never seen another Dark Matter before? I wondered if there were more around here."
"No, I've never met any," Drifters told him. "There aren't many people around here at all-- in fact, my family are the only Krackos."
"Can I meet them tomorrow?"
The question caught Drifters off guard. "What? You. . . want to come home with me?"
"Um, well. . . ." Tycho sounded disappointed at his surprise. "I thought you would let me come with you since I don't have anywhere else to go."
Drifters was quiet a moment, wondering just what his family would think if he brought home a Dark Matter. As prejudiced as Drifters himself had been before meeting Tycho, he was sure his relatives wouldn't be exactly happy. But he's not bad, not at all, the Kracko thought.
"Okay," Drifters finally agreed. "It's a long way to our home, but you're welcome to join me."
"That's fine. I can travel a long way." Tycho paused, then asked softly, "You. . . you don't mind? If you don't want me to come with you, I won't."
"No, I want you to come! Really." Drifters spoke without thinking, but then he realized that what he'd said was true. Tycho was the first new friend Drifters had made in years, and the Kracko didn't want to lose him.
"Thank you," Tycho said as he huddled closer to Drifters's side, stretching out his petals then curling up comfortably against the Kracko. "G'night, Drifters."
Drifters chuckled softly. "Good night, Tycho. See you in the morning."
Box of Childhood Memories
Dark Cloud Spikes
Sword of Clouds
Roiling Storm Matter
Little Black Raincloud
Sparkling Raindrop Vial
Cracked Raindrop Vial
Captured Baby Lightning Sylph
Lightning Cloud Model
Cloud Taming Comb
Shock of Lightning Necklace
Stormy Cloud Nine Cookie
Stormy Cloud Barrette
Stormy Cloud Nine Beanbag
Emo Raincloud Beanbag
Sad Raincloud Sticker
Storm Blob Beanbag
Graceful Storm Witch Plushie
NO Storm Cloud Sticker
Grumpy Lightning Sticker
Stormy Graveyard Sticker
Spring Showers Sticker
Cloudy Weather Sticker
Thunderstorm Weather Sticker
Sudden Hailstorm Maze Trading Card
The Happiest Storm Cloud
How Not to Be Drowned by Your Storm Pets
The Storm on the Beach
Rain Scented Perfume
Stormy Vesnali Egg
Crackling Tempest Marble
Booming Tempest Marble
Wrapped Tempest Marble
Sweeping Tempest Marble
Tempest Lightning Rod