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Xephos was shook awake by Sjin, who had a worried look on his face. "Thank god Xeph!" He said noticing that the spaceman had finally awoken. He stood back to let him get up. Xephos steadily rose to his feet, then felt his head. No bump. But it hurt. "Are you ok?!" Sjin asked, he seemed to be panicking.
"I'm... fine..." Xephos answered, getting his bearings. They were under the fields, where the piping for the sprinklers and such where. He looked around before his eyes finally fixed on Sjin, who still looked scared. "W...what's wrong...? Why... why am I down here?"
"You don't remember?! How am I supposed to know! I thought you were hurt, I thought, I thought someone attacked you like Hat films or Straw fingers or something!" Sjin said, his voice still panicked.
"How did you find me?"
"I was searching everywhere! Something terrible happened! Come on!" The architect grabbed the spaceman's arm and pulled him up the stairs and onto the ground. "LOOK!" He shouted, and the architect was right. Xephos stared in shock at the farm, the burnt ruins of the chilly plants, the rest were all rotted or drown. The sprinklers sprayed out every so often, but the water was dirty and old, sludge by the looks of it. The sludge from the tank had actually spilled out onto the farm, the bee hives were destroyed, and everything looked a lot less lively and colourful. Xephos stood with his mouth open, looking around in awe. "Did someone attack you?! Did something happen?! Because someone's vandalised everything!" Sjin asked, looking around at his ruined farm once again. Xephos turned to him.
"I... I honestly don't remember... I thought I was asleep..." He answered, and looked back at the ruined farm.
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It had taken them most of the morning, none stop, to get things almost back to normal. Xephos sighed as he placed everything back into the right barrels, trying to piece together in his head what had happened the night before. He couldn't muse how he had ended up underneath the fields sleeping within the wires and cables... Thank god none of the exposed wires had electricity running through them. 'Something MUST have happened' he thought to himself as he walked out of the barn and over to Sjin, who was working on clearing out the dead crops and the burnt chillies. He walked over and began picking up some of the burnt chillies.
"This the last thing we have to do...?" He asked.
"Yeah, then I'll go make some lunch for us..." Sjin answered from behind him. The spaceman continued picking up the crops, but when he wrapped his hand around some of the chillies he let them go, gasping as his hand burnt. "You ok?" Sjin asked, turning and kneeling next to him.
"Yeah, just these chillies... They must still be on fire somehow..." the spaceman answered, looking down at his hand and noticing large scorch marks across his palms that he hadn't noticed before. No wonder the metal bars he had just been handling made his hands feel relieved... It must have been from the night before. In his mind he imagined the heat from his hands and the chillies bursting into flames. He looked back up and noticed Sjin still looking at him.
"You ok?"
"Yeah... just got a headache..." Xephos said, rubbing his forehead and then taking the shovel that Sjin held out for him before getting back to work on the burning chillies. "Well, at least we've almost fixed everything..." He said as they both worked.
"I just want to know what happened! It's a complete mystery!" The architect answered. "At least we can get back on with the trees and stuff after we've got these last crops fixed up..."
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It had been a long and hard day, and as Xephos worked on things with the bees, he looked up, noticing the sun setting. He wiped the sweat from his brow and stood up, his legs seizing a little from kneeling down in the same position for a while. He moved his legs around a little, getting the feeling back into them as he touched his toes and then stretched back. He yawned and then looked down to his hands where the scorch marks were as red as they had been that morning. He took his gloves back off and poked at the marks carefully, hissing slightly as he did so. A little worse than sunburn...
He sighed and placed his gloves back on before picking up his tools. He smiled at the little bees that buzzed around him, happy that they were all ok. He liked bees and they never stung him which he took to mean that they liked him too. He sighed and looked back to the sunset, before hearing a buzzing near his ear. He ignored it, after all, the bees were bound to buzz quite close to him and he didn't mind. But then, sharp pain in his neck. He put his hand to where the bee had stung him, gasping slightly as he brushed the dead bee off and looked down at it. Poor guy... he had used his life by stinging him. He knelt down, picking the bee up.
"Strange..." He said aloud, the bees NEVER stung him. And it wasn't like he had been attacking them or anything, he had just been stood there... This was so peculiar. He looked down sadly at the bee and then walked over to a little patch of flowers that sat away from the others. He placed the bee down amidst them and stood back up once again. "Bye friend." He whispered before turning back round. Another sharp pain shot down his leg. "OW!" he yelled, holding his kneecap where another stinger pierced him. He looked down at the second dead bee and then felt another pain in his arm and then his neck. Before he knew it, there was a swarm of bees attacking him, swarming him, not letting him move. He noticed a man running over, presumably Sjin. The architect pulled him from the swarm and into the house as quick as he could. The bees decided to stay near the coops in their swarm.
The architect sat the spaceman down on the kitchen counter and quickly grabbed some bandages. "Are you alright?!" He asked, a little panicked. The spaceman simply grimaced in pain as his friend wrapped a bandage around the first of many wounds. The architect finished off after a few minutes and looked at the other who sat in front of him. "What happened...?"
Xephos looked up at him, feeling as though he had fallen into a bed of nettles or thistles. "I don't know... I was just working with them for hours! They were fine... and then all of a sudden they just turned!" He explained, before putting his hand to one of the wounds in his face and poking at it.
"Don't do that, you'll open it up and you'll start bleeding." Sjin said in a motherly tone. "They really did a number on you..." he observed the wounds that covered the spaceman, the size of which were a little bigger than pinpricks, but he had been stung more than his fare share of times and knew how it felt.
"I just don't understand why they would swarm like that... I mean... the jungle ones, sure, but the others... they're supposed to be peaceful... The only thing that would make them attack is something foreign to them."
"Well you are an... an alien. So." Sjin answered as he placed his materials back into the chest he had gotten them from. The subject of Xephos being an alien was always a strange one when it came to Sjin, it would be like the architect tried to change the subject when it came up. He probably just felt uncomfortable, being a man that tried to stick to what he knew, and in terms of culture and personality he didn't really KNOW Xephos. None really did, not even Honeydew. Sjin probably just tried to think that the spaceman was just a strange human from Completetown or something.
"But they're used to me... they seem to like me more than they like you!" Xephos answered.
"But you're more 'foreign' than me..." Sjin answered awkwardly, sitting on the counter opposite him.
"I guess..." The spaceman said, looking down.
"I didn't mean it like that." The architect said apologetically. "Well, you did tell me that the machines I made sometimes made them attack me because they were different to what the bees were used to. I think you said the components or something."
"That's right..." Xephos said, looking up.
"...So... what about YOUR components...?" Sjin asked.
"M...my components?"
"You know, what you're made from? What if your body changes its cells every so often. And the bees found that foreign?"
"I don't think it does that Sjin... I don't know... I just..." the spaceman rubbed his head with his hand, a migraine coming on. "I don't know."
"That's ok..."
The spaceman looked up. "What?"
"It's ok to not know what's happening. You don't have to know everything. I know you like to know everything you can about things but... sometimes it's good not to know, you know?"
The spaceman paused for a moment and then gave a small smile. "Thanks Sjin..."
"No problem. Now, we should probably get to bed." The architect stood up and walked over to the stairs that lead to the ladder. "You coming?"
"I'll be up in a minute..." The spaceman answered and watched as the architect climbed the stairs. He frowned. Not knowing something? He couldn't handle that, he had to know what was happening to him. First the scorch marks and the chillies... they had to be connected somehow, maybe he had tried to put them out and gotten burnt in the process? He was sure he hadn't lit them himself... had he? And the bees, why had they attacked him? They were peaceful with him, never even stinging him once no matter how many foreign materials he had on his person. Was what Sjin said true? Was their something foreign IN him? If so, what was? Was it something to do with the magic he had learnt the day before? The book... maybe it was the book? But that was crazy, someone would have to have used the book in order to do any of the stuff that had happened. And the book was in the hatch... wasn't it? Personally, he didn't feel like going back outside that night, something warned him not to. Or perhaps it was just the fear of being attacked by bees again. Either way he just decided to make his way upstairs and get changed and into bed. He could stress about this stuff in the morning while he worked on the honey.
He said goodnight to his friend and waited for him to say it back before laying down. He opened his eyes for a second and jumped back, yelling out and bumping into the architect, who fell off the bed as the spaceman tried to compose himself again.
"WHATS UP?!" Sjin asked, jumping up quickly and looking at the spaceman, who was panting out of shock.
"W..." The spaceman answered, he could have sworn he had just been face to face with a yellow faced man, made of the thin strands of golden straw, a wide black smile across his 'face' and sinister eyes. "S-Sorry Sjin..." he said, rubbing his eyes. "Thought I saw something..." he moved back over to his side of the bed and watched the architect lie back down, although the man was giving him a slightly worried look. They both layed back down.
"You sure you're ok?"
"Yeah... it's alright Sjin... I just got a bit jumpy after the bees..."
"Alright, ill see you tomorrow. Sleep in if you want... You need to rest a bit I think."
"Night Sjin..."
"Night Xeph..."
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Half way through the night, and Xephos once again couldn't sleep. The architect was breathing lightly next to him, indicating that he was asleep. Meanwhile the spaceman sat up, his arms folded, every so often looking over to the corner where he had thought he saw something before.
He had just lied down in attempts to get back to sleep, when he heard a shuffling under his bed. He looked to his right. The architect was still there and still asleep. Damn, he was hoping Sjin would be messing around or something, even if it was a long shot. He felt his hearts beat faster in his chest and gripped into his cover tighter as he slowly sat back up, hearing himself gulp. He looked at the floor next to him, judging whether to look or not... The room was dark and the usual beauty and picturesque feel of the farm had turned sinister and creepy. He gussied himself up and after a few seconds, he pulled his legs from under the covers, and placed them on the floor. A few seconds later a she was about to get up, he felt something wrap around his ankle. It was cold, and soft. He waited for a small moment in order for his brain to determine what exactly was happening, before he yanked his legs back up and hugged them, looking at the floor in front of him with wide eyes as he tried to compose himself again. He didn't even think to wake Sjin up and explain what had just happened, he wanted to see who, or... what... was under his bed. He took out his contacts and placed them in his pyjama pockets before taking a deep breathe and jumping off the bed, keeping a wide distance between him and the bed, having long legs worked out quite well when it came to this. He turned around quickly, his fists raised to face nothing. He slowly lowered his fists and looked to the darkness under the bed. He would have to get closer to see if there was actually anything there.
He gulped once again and took small steps forward, slow and careful. He finally got to the side of the bed and placed his hand on the mattress, before lowering himself down and looking under the bed. Something was there, a silhouette. He couldn't make it out. He opened his eyes more, the blue light that shone from them lightening the thing up more. He tried to make out what it was. It wasn't moving... perhaps Sjin had just put something under there for safe keeping? But no. Of course that wasn't it. As he was beginning to relax it lunged at him, making the most horrific deep screech he had ever heard. He fell back, yelling and trying to scramble away. Suddenly the lights were back on and the spaceman looked up to see the architect sat upright on the bed, his hand to the second switch that they had put next to the bed. "What's wrong?" He asked, worry written all over his face and in every one of his features.
"I... there... there was!" He spluttered. "Sjin..." He slowly pushed himself up from the floor and leant against the wall. "There was... something under... under the bed..." He panted.
"What?" The architect asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes and standing up to check. He grabbed the torch he kept next to him and looked under the bed as the spooked spaceman watched him. He stood back up a few seconds later. "There's nothing there Xeph..." He said, worry still present. The spaceman looked down and then back up in confusion. "Are you feeling ok...? You're white as a ghost..." The architect said, walking round the side of the bed and closer to him.
"I..."
"Maybe you should lie down."
"G... good... id....de...idea..." The spaceman said wearily, and proceeded to collapse onto the floor.

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Xephos was shook awake by Sjin, who had a worried look on his face. "Thank god Xeph!" He said noticing that the spaceman had finally awoken. He stood back to let him get up. Xephos steadily rose to his feet, then felt his head. No bump. But it hurt. "Are you ok?!" Sjin asked, he seemed to be panicking.
"I'm... fine..." Xephos answered, getting his bearings. They were under the fields, where the piping for the sprinklers and such where. He looked around before his eyes finally fixed on Sjin, who still looked scared. "W...what's wrong...? Why... why am I down here?"
"You don't remember?! How am I supposed to know! I thought you were hurt, I thought, I thought someone attacked you like Hat films or Straw fingers or something!" Sjin said, his voice still panicked.
"How did you find me?"
"I was searching everywhere! Something terrible happened! Come on!" The architect grabbed the spaceman's arm and pulled him up the stairs and onto the ground. "LOOK!" He shouted, and the architect was right. Xephos stared in shock at the farm, the burnt ruins of the chilly plants, the rest were all rotted or drown. The sprinklers sprayed out every so often, but the water was dirty and old, sludge by the looks of it. The sludge from the tank had actually spilled out onto the farm, the bee hives were destroyed, and everything looked a lot less lively and colourful. Xephos stood with his mouth open, looking around in awe. "Did someone attack you?! Did something happen?! Because someone's vandalised everything!" Sjin asked, looking around at his ruined farm once again. Xephos turned to him.
"I... I honestly don't remember... I thought I was asleep..." He answered, and looked back at the ruined farm.
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It had taken them most of the morning, none stop, to get things almost back to normal. Xephos sighed as he placed everything back into the right barrels, trying to piece together in his head what had happened the night before. He couldn't muse how he had ended up underneath the fields sleeping within the wires and cables... Thank god none of the exposed wires had electricity running through them. 'Something MUST have happened' he thought to himself as he walked out of the barn and over to Sjin, who was working on clearing out the dead crops and the burnt chillies. He walked over and began picking up some of the burnt chillies.
"This the last thing we have to do...?" He asked.
"Yeah, then I'll go make some lunch for us..." Sjin answered from behind him. The spaceman continued picking up the crops, but when he wrapped his hand around some of the chillies he let them go, gasping as his hand burnt. "You ok?" Sjin asked, turning and kneeling next to him.
"Yeah, just these chillies... They must still be on fire somehow..." the spaceman answered, looking down at his hand and noticing large scorch marks across his palms that he hadn't noticed before. No wonder the metal bars he had just been handling made his hands feel relieved... It must have been from the night before. In his mind he imagined the heat from his hands and the chillies bursting into flames. He looked back up and noticed Sjin still looking at him.
"You ok?"
"Yeah... just got a headache..." Xephos said, rubbing his forehead and then taking the shovel that Sjin held out for him before getting back to work on the burning chillies. "Well, at least we've almost fixed everything..." He said as they both worked.
"I just want to know what happened! It's a complete mystery!" The architect answered. "At least we can get back on with the trees and stuff after we've got these last crops fixed up..."
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It had been a long and hard day, and as Xephos worked on things with the bees, he looked up, noticing the sun setting. He wiped the sweat from his brow and stood up, his legs seizing a little from kneeling down in the same position for a while. He moved his legs around a little, getting the feeling back into them as he touched his toes and then stretched back. He yawned and then looked down to his hands where the scorch marks were as red as they had been that morning. He took his gloves back off and poked at the marks carefully, hissing slightly as he did so. A little worse than sunburn...
He sighed and placed his gloves back on before picking up his tools. He smiled at the little bees that buzzed around him, happy that they were all ok. He liked bees and they never stung him which he took to mean that they liked him too. He sighed and looked back to the sunset, before hearing a buzzing near his ear. He ignored it, after all, the bees were bound to buzz quite close to him and he didn't mind. But then, sharp pain in his neck. He put his hand to where the bee had stung him, gasping slightly as he brushed the dead bee off and looked down at it. Poor guy... he had used his life by stinging him. He knelt down, picking the bee up.
"Strange..." He said aloud, the bees NEVER stung him. And it wasn't like he had been attacking them or anything, he had just been stood there... This was so peculiar. He looked down sadly at the bee and then walked over to a little patch of flowers that sat away from the others. He placed the bee down amidst them and stood back up once again. "Bye friend." He whispered before turning back round. Another sharp pain shot down his leg. "OW!" he yelled, holding his kneecap where another stinger pierced him. He looked down at the second dead bee and then felt another pain in his arm and then his neck. Before he knew it, there was a swarm of bees attacking him, swarming him, not letting him move. He noticed a man running over, presumably Sjin. The architect pulled him from the swarm and into the house as quick as he could. The bees decided to stay near the coops in their swarm.
The architect sat the spaceman down on the kitchen counter and quickly grabbed some bandages. "Are you alright?!" He asked, a little panicked. The spaceman simply grimaced in pain as his friend wrapped a bandage around the first of many wounds. The architect finished off after a few minutes and looked at the other who sat in front of him. "What happened...?"
Xephos looked up at him, feeling as though he had fallen into a bed of nettles or thistles. "I don't know... I was just working with them for hours! They were fine... and then all of a sudden they just turned!" He explained, before putting his hand to one of the wounds in his face and poking at it.
"Don't do that, you'll open it up and you'll start bleeding." Sjin said in a motherly tone. "They really did a number on you..." he observed the wounds that covered the spaceman, the size of which were a little bigger than pinpricks, but he had been stung more than his fare share of times and knew how it felt.
"I just don't understand why they would swarm like that... I mean... the jungle ones, sure, but the others... they're supposed to be peaceful... The only thing that would make them attack is something foreign to them."
"Well you are an... an alien. So." Sjin answered as he placed his materials back into the chest he had gotten them from. The subject of Xephos being an alien was always a strange one when it came to Sjin, it would be like the architect tried to change the subject when it came up. He probably just felt uncomfortable, being a man that tried to stick to what he knew, and in terms of culture and personality he didn't really KNOW Xephos. None really did, not even Honeydew. Sjin probably just tried to think that the spaceman was just a strange human from Completetown or something.
"But they're used to me... they seem to like me more than they like you!" Xephos answered.
"But you're more 'foreign' than me..." Sjin answered awkwardly, sitting on the counter opposite him.
"I guess..." The spaceman said, looking down.
"I didn't mean it like that." The architect said apologetically. "Well, you did tell me that the machines I made sometimes made them attack me because they were different to what the bees were used to. I think you said the components or something."
"That's right..." Xephos said, looking up.
"...So... what about YOUR components...?" Sjin asked.
"M...my components?"
"You know, what you're made from? What if your body changes its cells every so often. And the bees found that foreign?"
"I don't think it does that Sjin... I don't know... I just..." the spaceman rubbed his head with his hand, a migraine coming on. "I don't know."
"That's ok..."
The spaceman looked up. "What?"
"It's ok to not know what's happening. You don't have to know everything. I know you like to know everything you can about things but... sometimes it's good not to know, you know?"
The spaceman paused for a moment and then gave a small smile. "Thanks Sjin..."
"No problem. Now, we should probably get to bed." The architect stood up and walked over to the stairs that lead to the ladder. "You coming?"
"I'll be up in a minute..." The spaceman answered and watched as the architect climbed the stairs. He frowned. Not knowing something? He couldn't handle that, he had to know what was happening to him. First the scorch marks and the chillies... they had to be connected somehow, maybe he had tried to put them out and gotten burnt in the process? He was sure he hadn't lit them himself... had he? And the bees, why had they attacked him? They were peaceful with him, never even stinging him once no matter how many foreign materials he had on his person. Was what Sjin said true? Was their something foreign IN him? If so, what was? Was it something to do with the magic he had learnt the day before? The book... maybe it was the book? But that was crazy, someone would have to have used the book in order to do any of the stuff that had happened. And the book was in the hatch... wasn't it? Personally, he didn't feel like going back outside that night, something warned him not to. Or perhaps it was just the fear of being attacked by bees again. Either way he just decided to make his way upstairs and get changed and into bed. He could stress about this stuff in the morning while he worked on the honey.
He said goodnight to his friend and waited for him to say it back before laying down. He opened his eyes for a second and jumped back, yelling out and bumping into the architect, who fell off the bed as the spaceman tried to compose himself again.
"WHATS UP?!" Sjin asked, jumping up quickly and looking at the spaceman, who was panting out of shock.
"W..." The spaceman answered, he could have sworn he had just been face to face with a yellow faced man, made of the thin strands of golden straw, a wide black smile across his 'face' and sinister eyes. "S-Sorry Sjin..." he said, rubbing his eyes. "Thought I saw something..." he moved back over to his side of the bed and watched the architect lie back down, although the man was giving him a slightly worried look. They both layed back down.
"You sure you're ok?"
"Yeah... it's alright Sjin... I just got a bit jumpy after the bees..."
"Alright, ill see you tomorrow. Sleep in if you want... You need to rest a bit I think."
"Night Sjin..."
"Night Xeph..."
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Half way through the night, and Xephos once again couldn't sleep. The architect was breathing lightly next to him, indicating that he was asleep. Meanwhile the spaceman sat up, his arms folded, every so often looking over to the corner where he had thought he saw something before.
He had just lied down in attempts to get back to sleep, when he heard a shuffling under his bed. He looked to his right. The architect was still there and still asleep. Damn, he was hoping Sjin would be messing around or something, even if it was a long shot. He felt his hearts beat faster in his chest and gripped into his cover tighter as he slowly sat back up, hearing himself gulp. He looked at the floor next to him, judging whether to look or not... The room was dark and the usual beauty and picturesque feel of the farm had turned sinister and creepy. He gussied himself up and after a few seconds, he pulled his legs from under the covers, and placed them on the floor. A few seconds later a she was about to get up, he felt something wrap around his ankle. It was cold, and soft. He waited for a small moment in order for his brain to determine what exactly was happening, before he yanked his legs back up and hugged them, looking at the floor in front of him with wide eyes as he tried to compose himself again. He didn't even think to wake Sjin up and explain what had just happened, he wanted to see who, or... what... was under his bed. He took out his contacts and placed them in his pyjama pockets before taking a deep breathe and jumping off the bed, keeping a wide distance between him and the bed, having long legs worked out quite well when it came to this. He turned around quickly, his fists raised to face nothing. He slowly lowered his fists and looked to the darkness under the bed. He would have to get closer to see if there was actually anything there.
He gulped once again and took small steps forward, slow and careful. He finally got to the side of the bed and placed his hand on the mattress, before lowering himself down and looking under the bed. Something was there, a silhouette. He couldn't make it out. He opened his eyes more, the blue light that shone from them lightening the thing up more. He tried to make out what it was. It wasn't moving... perhaps Sjin had just put something under there for safe keeping? But no. Of course that wasn't it. As he was beginning to relax it lunged at him, making the most horrific deep screech he had ever heard. He fell back, yelling and trying to scramble away. Suddenly the lights were back on and the spaceman looked up to see the architect sat upright on the bed, his hand to the second switch that they had put next to the bed. "What's wrong?" He asked, worry written all over his face and in every one of his features.
"I... there... there was!" He spluttered. "Sjin..." He slowly pushed himself up from the floor and leant against the wall. "There was... something under... under the bed..." He panted.
"What?" The architect asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes and standing up to check. He grabbed the torch he kept next to him and looked under the bed as the spooked spaceman watched him. He stood back up a few seconds later. "There's nothing there Xeph..." He said, worry still present. The spaceman looked down and then back up in confusion. "Are you feeling ok...? You're white as a ghost..." The architect said, walking round the side of the bed and closer to him.
"I..."
"Maybe you should lie down."
"G... good... id....de...idea..." The spaceman said wearily, and proceeded to collapse onto the floor.