Fraggle Rock fanfic: Everything Seems To Sing

But to forget their genders? That's like people not realizing that Koopa and Bowser (or Robotnik and Eggman) are one and the same!

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Dear Diary,
As many times as I have left before, the look in their eyes...
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The small living cave had been full of nothing but the quick unheard paths of a brush upon paper for many hours, traveling far into the night.

Mokey sat cross-legged on her bed with Lanford's pot resting nearby as her hand traveled over the width of the dozen papers pined to wall, filling in an imaginary sky with shades of blue and purple.

Mokey's friends, as long ago as her painting had began, had left her to think about her serious decision, as was fraggle custom with anything serious. Part of that custom, everyone knew, was the great hope that a fraggle might change their mind at the last moment....

But to Mokey, somehow, every layer of paint seemed to strengthen her resolve.

"But..still…that still doesn't look quite right does it?" She asked her pet plant gently.

"Rr?" Lanford replied, opening his mouth with the edge of a cough.

" You're right, it does need clouds! How could we forget clouds?"

Mokey mixed more water into the palette of countless hues, adding wisps of cloud like light pieces of lace over dry patches of sky.

"Do you remember Lanford? Do you remember the wind?"

The flytrap sighed, giving his shrunken head a low dipping shake.

"Oh of course you do…I know I do…"

The smallest of melodies, like a chain of tiny bells, filled the cave as she painted steadily, Lanford's weak gaze following the brushes movements.

Hello world…
I miss you every day…

The paintings landscape began from the left with a curricular stone framed section of the lower rock, where Gobo and the rest swam happily in the fraggle pond and branched off from there to dark gray limestone curtains.

The darkness that came afterward was alive with paint eyes, bloodshot and hungary, and farther still, the banks of what looked like a wide river.

As the path went on, the rock walls and ceiling to one side opened, letting in the view of the sky.

I remember your sun as you called me out to play…
Do you still have your mountains?

Mokey painted over the orb for the sun again, giving it a finely detailed swirl the glowed down upon small weaved huts at the base of what looked like trees, but were so large that the roots themselves drew out of the earth like branches.

And your stars in an endless sky?
Have your trees grown taller?

With a sweep of golden brown, the light outline of a rope bridge over a deep canyon was shaded the light of the sun, before leading off into the side of a valley, dotted with wildflowers and small fraggle holes carved into the outside of the rock.

Have your fish learned how to fly?

The picture of this final place on the collage of water and berry juices was painted in the darkened appearance of night, the ground full of odd looking ground ivy and plants of all sorts, many covered in thorns.

You know world… how I miss you everyday…

Lanford looked up with a weak breath, his unseen eyes fixed on the last part of the painting, as his once large mouth came to rest on the outline of something within the brambles with a warm purr.

But why must you always take my friends away?
World, say you'll stay... but please, don't take my friends away…

The sound of a cup of water and a paint brush falling with a ring of wood upon stone was the last sound the ditsies soaked up for the night in the small cave, their flame like magic making the finished picture almost dance in light.

That bit between Mokey & Landford is really touching. ^_^ Well done.

Thank you..I'm sorry if this part is boring . But, it's needed ...

Boring it is not.

As the announcer from MK says, it is "excellent" and "outstanding". ^_^

Thank you..even though I can't play music I still have some in my head like

You're welcome. ^_^

The 2nd half should be ready a day or so

We shall await its arrival.

Somehow this time didn't feel like a time for musical goodbyes.

The three years that had been in a short time carried away by endless games and laughter between the first time Mokey had attempted to join the minstrels company and this one that mirrored the other in unhappy reflection...

Wembley's voice sounded painfully young as he stepped forward.

"Goodbye Mokey..you will be back soon like last time won't you?"

Mokey tried her best to smile, shifting the weight of Lanford's pot where it was tied with heavy lengths of rope to the bundle on her back.

"Well, not as quickly as last time..but I'll be back as soon as I can…"

Wembley hugged the closest length of her hood traveling cloaked form that was near his level, looking upward with wide eyes.

"Is it really dangerous?"

Mokey bent down to kiss the his forehead with a resuring tone that was nearly a whisper as she looked up at the rest of the group that had gathered.

"Wembley, don't worry so much..all of you, please don't worry."

Gobo cleared his throat, stepping forward and running his free had though his mess of bright pink hair as he reached for something within his backpack with the other.

"Mokey…I know you said you did'nt need my help but.." His cheeks turned a slightly darker shade of orange. "…well, a little bit of luck never hurt the great explorers."

The hat , looking roughly handmade was a tight fitting cap of small polished flat white rocks weaved together in a net pattern of silver colored twine. The pieces made a loud clear clicking sound against one another as Mokey took it from Gobo's hand in awe, kissing him smartly on the cheek.

"Oh, thank you Gobo it's beautiful. I'll keep it with me always…"

There was an uneasy silence as Red steeped forward next, a moment before both hugged each other in tears. This moment pasted much quicker than the others, as Red managed to speak up in a crying voice.

"Mokey..you not going to write are you?"

"No, I’ll draw everyday…" Mokey replied, just as shaken.

"You won't draw on.. postcards… will you?"

Mokey laughed.

"No, no postcards..and Red?"

"What?"

"Every few days.." The tall lilac fraggle spoke quietly. "…could you clean up a tiny corner of your room? Maybe..just a little, for me?"

Red bit down on the edge of her mouth fixing her best friend with a pretend glare before rolling her eyes and hugging her again.

"I'll try. I'm going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you to…and Lanford will…Do you want to say goodbye?"

Mokey turned bringing Lanfords suspected pot just level with the short yellow fraggle so they met face to unmoving shrunken jaw.

Red paused before reaching out to rub the smallest of the plants topmost wartlike spots.

"Get well soon... you big-toothed dummy."

All this time the smallest fraggle form of them all had been slowly edging its way toward Mokey switching its path whenever she chanced to glace its way.

Now that shadow finally stopped, taking a deep breath.

"M…Mokey?"

"Boober…" Mokey said with a smile as the small green fraggle appeared from his shadowed spot, hands clasped behind his back.

"M..Mokey..c..could I talk t..to..you for a moment?" His feathery bright red hair shadowed an unseen downward glance. "I need t..to ask..you..a..alone…"

"Of course Boober… What is it?" Mokey asked looking truly puzzled and worried as she ducked quickly into a nearby small ajoining nook of a caven, followed slowly by Boober.

The white lily with pink spots he held behind his back dipped into clear view in a flash of color as the three remaining fraggles were left alone.

"Why's he holding that flower Gobo?" Wembley asked.

Their groups unofficial leader replied with a shrug.

Five minutes turned into ten, and then fifteen, as the three waited outside the nook, Wembley quite contended hoping up and down trying to perfect the perfect jumping pickle balance with a pebble, while Gobo sat, every now moving to a different position, ending up siting upside down over a large rock.

Red meanwhile was doing her best to spy. Having found much to her disappointment that both fraggles had retreated too far into the small space to see, she now stood with part of a doozer construction pressed up against the wall like a makeshift cup.

"Hear anything?" Gobo asked.

Red shook the free side of her head in a no.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Wembley added as the stone fell from his moving nose for the fifty-third time.

Red shook the piece of doozer construction in frustration as if trying to get better reception before pressing in against the wall once more.

"Knowing Boober it's probably a heart to heart lecture about staying away from germy moss and bad luck rock cracks."

Wembley came over as Red continued to fume, pressing his own head against the rock as a silent mimic.

"Oo, if I had my detective gear this case would be solved alread..ee!" Red's sceeming was stopped halfway as the whirlwind that was Mokey in a hurry rushed out of the cave suddenly, sending both snooping fraggles tumbling over in a surprised heap.

The small smile on Mokey's face was matched clearly by a tone that just moments ago had been laughter, the white pink-spotted lily now grasped within the careful jaws of Lanford on her back.

"..don't want me to leave, but Lanford, he needs me. You understand don't you?" Mokey asked without turning around.

"O..of course.." Boober answered, his voice strained toward happiness as he followed her out slowly.

"…and I'll be back soon, I promise!"

The small green fraggles face seemed to force itself into a smile in sync with Mokey turning around to bend down to hug and kiss him on the forehead once more.

As her attention and feet were drawn to the shadows of the minstrels against the light of just awaking ditsies, the small red haired fraggle pulled away from Wembley's comforting hand on his shoulder, heading to a shadowy spot in the opposite direction.

"He's.. crying…" Wembley gasped in shock.

"Boober might get upset easy, but he hardly ever cries." Red nodded sounding even a bit saddened herself over how odd the tearstains from his unseen eyes looked on a face that was normally grave, serious, or frightened in nearly every other way.

"What do you think he asked Gobo?" Wembley whispered, only daring to steal a glance at the odd scene.

"Who knows.."

"It must have been something really really serious…" Red concluded, biting her lip.

" Maybe it's best if we forget about this for now guys…" Gobo decided in a serious tone. "…let Boober talk about it when he feels like it."

A set of pigtails and a mess of yellow nodded in agreement as they walked toward where Mokey now stood talking with the minstrels and exchanging bows some distance away.


"Well..I guess…this is it…" Mokey took in a deep breath letting the long sleeves of her traveling cloak raise and fall in a silent battle against tears as her friends last farewells and waves washed over her.


"Goodbye Mokey!"

"Goodbye Mokey, watch out for big rivers, eh ?"

"Bye Mokey! Draw me if you see any fun looking fraggle ponds!"

"I will! Goodbye everyone..goodbye… little Boober." Mokey waved, forcing herself to turn at the last moment and follow where the minstrels had already started walking away from lower rock.

A small dark green hand went up slowly in a wave from where it still sat with its owner in shadow too far away now to be seen or heard, even if the voice of the lone fraggle had spoken at anything over a tear worn whisper.

"Be…safe…Mokey."

Man, why is saying goodbye so hard? I could literally feel the pain of all five Fraggles, knowing that one of their own would have to leave the rest. And definately--considering what he spoke of--poor Boober. May Mokey come back safe & sound, with Landford in tow, hopefully.

Oh good grief, this is just beautiful. I have tears in my eyes as I read that last part. Wow, Mokey leaving so that she could save Lanford. That's so noble.

What can I say about this story that hasn't already been said? The writing is very good, the characters are so in character it's like watching an episode of the show. And it evokes emotions and feelings as I read all the parts.

The placement of the songs is just great, I mean they fit so perfectly in with the actions that are going on.

As I was reading the Doc and Sprocket segment at the beginning, I kept thinking 'Uncle Matt going fishing'. That alone could be an amusing piece. How much could Matt misinterpret there? It would be funny to see Doc and Ned trying to teach this somewhat clumsy fraggle how to go fishing.

At any rate, as the story unfolds with Mokey, I am simply amazed by how in character she is, reflective and contemplative. It seems natural for her to ask questions like these on her birthday.

Then when she goes into the cave and wakes Red up, it reminds me of the Poobah episode. Red's reactions were so spot on, that I could truly see her reacting, complete with that curling down of her upper lip. I always love that expression on her when she gets angry. But, I digress.

The use of Cantus and the Minstrels is just brilliant. (I say 'brilliant' a lot, don't I?) But, seriously, you give Cantus a really good bunch of lines. He's so mystical that it does come through. I really love the reason behind why she has to go with them this time. It's not about becoming a Minstrel, it's about saving Lanford's life. Oh wow, you can't let Lanford die...that would be just...whine, cry, weepy and sob inducing. (I think you get the idea.)

And Boober, poor Boober, we don't really know what he is thinking, but it can't just be his fears about germs.

At any rate, you weave such a good yarn here and this is definitely one I am going to keep following because I truly love it!

That's so sad! Well done, though....

Oh and since I forgot it in my last post...More please!

Thank you . The characters really tell me the story, I'm just the one trying to keep up with a pad and pencil now. My songs are not the best in the world, but they know where to go. This story doesn't have as many songs I made as Song of A Midnight Place did, but like I said before there is a good reason for more silly creature ones :3.

They would make the world's funniest older man buddy movie is all I can say ; ).

I always say I have a very strong inner Mokey that really missed writing poems the last nine years and is so happy to be doing them again now. Fraggle fic makes my heart happy :3

Angry Red is my favorite Red, I think it is because I have a temper to : D.

I basically asked the character 'why did you?' one night and this is the answer I got .
As for Cantus *hugs the Cantus and says no more : (*...

*pets Lanford and says nothing *

Song Of A Midnight Place ; ).

I'm not a random shipper, but the first time I saw Cantus the ship hit me upside the head like a bagfull of frozen radishes : D...

I will give the story you posted the url to a read through when I get done with my writing today. I spent way too much time goofing off yesterday and didn't get anything done.

So glad you liked my comments. I do tend to give more than just one sentence feedbacks, and there was so much wonderful fraggly stuff to comment on there that I couldn't contain myself.

Keep those updates coming. Forget fast food, I'm loving this!

Goodbye is a hard thing : (, and Boober just made me want to hug him, poor little thing...most of all when..welll, I'll keep my mouth shut about that here ; )....

Just a warning, that story was my first fraggle story ever . And this is its prequel, but nether of them really truly spoil the other I think, they are just linked^.^.
Oh, I love long feedback, I eat it with a spoon ^.^

I will ^.^! I'm not quite sure when the next part will be ready, but we will see..maybe a couple days.

I know..poor Boober..he made me cry to

Yeah. Save the topic for when it's needed.

I don' want to give anything away for those reading in order . *goes back to writing*

Smart thinking.