Final Destination MS Act 1: And Then There was One

Author: Maker-Mosify

## ***The Prologue - Before The Cold***

*After a long period of greatness in the teletubby civilization, one stubborn vacuum decided to fuck everything, and I mean it when I say everything, up.*

*However..we will not be following that story just yet, my friends.*

*We will be following two souls, who had escaped from a horrible life, that will eventually get caught in the middle of this horrifying fiasco.*

*Moora and Coruscate, the siblings of two caring parents, who, unfortunately, didn’t secure their future as “good enough” in the eyes of the gods.*

*It took a lot of bargaining, a lot of hope, a lot of luck, and a lot of legal signatures to get Coruscate out of the life she had to bear with for 17 years.*

*The two siblings understood each other better than anybody else, and bonded like nobody else could.*

*So..they hightailed it out of the city they used the live in, got away from the school they used to go to, and got away from their parents who couldn’t do enough for them.*

## **Act 1 - Chapter 1: The Fresh Start**

*After a long time of searching, the siblings, Coruscate and Moora, had found their new home.*

Moora was driving a truck, housing all their belongings, as well as his sister, sitting in the passenger’s seat alongside him.

He had recently gained the ability to take care of his sister, and wanted to start a new life, away from all the troubles of their..

..past.

Coruscate: Hey Moora..?

Moora: Yes?

Coruscate: When are we getting to our new home? We’ve been driving for, like, forever and I’m starting to get bored..

Moora: We should be arriving in about 10 minutes, in the meantime, how’s our stuff doing?

Coruscate: I’ll go check, don’t mind the rustling I make and keep your eyes on the road.

Coruscate enters the back of the moving truck by using a small custom-tailored port that connected the moving area, and the front seats. After a few minutes of checking, Coruscate goes back to Moora, reporting his findings.

Coruscate: Everything’s fine, why did you want me to go check?

Moora: Sorry to make you do that, I just heard a distant noise and I thought it could’ve been our stuff.

Coruscate: Well, it seems as if your judgment was misplaced.

Moora: You got..a better vocabulary didn’t you?

Coruscate gets an annoyed expression on her face, while Moora smirks, signaling to his sister that he’s trying to aggravate her.

Coruscate: Don’t treat me like a child, I’m 17 for crying out loud!

Moora: Whatever you say..we have 6 minutes until arrival.

Coruscate: Speaking of which, what do you think about our new home anyway?

Moora: Well, it certainly is peaceful, and away from civilization, last I checked it was near an old shrine, so that’s something we can do when we get there.

Coruscate: A shrine? Who do you think was worshipped there?

Moora: No idea, and I’m not planning to figure that out so long as I want to keep all my limbs.

Moora chuckled to himself, after a few seconds Coruscate joined in, soon enough the two were laughing, joking, reciting old stories from their family life, and everything in between.

Coruscate: Oh, hey, we’re here.

Moora and Coruscate exit the vehicle to admire the vast plain-esk surroundings they would be calling home.

Moora: Hm, this place really is quite pretty, I think that’s our house over there.

Moora points to a north-eastern section of the plains.

Coruscate: It’s super bright, we need to get our things into that house.

Moora: Then come on, help me out already!

Coruscate: Heh, I’m glad we get to spend this time together.

They both smiled softly to each other before beginning to unload their supplies, Moora grabbing a crate of water bottles.

Moora: So, ever think we’ll need these extra water bottles anyway?

Coruscate: Who knows? I certainly don’t, it’s not like I have all the secrets of the universe..

Moora: Someday, we might, dear sister.

Coruscate and Moora continue to haul everything they could carry back into their home.

Moora pondered everything that got him to this moment, his parents, his friends, his many college jobs..

School.

School..

…

Coruscate hated it.

After an hour or two, they had finally finished the grueling task of getting all that shit in and set up.

Coruscate: Finally! That took all day, now..I’m gonna go lay down on my bed, and not think about anything..

Moora grinned after Coruscate left the room.

Moora: Sigh..what am I gonna do with you..

Moora: Heh..I’m glad we’re spending our days together, that old city was getting to be too much for me to handle anyway.

Moora went back to thinking about the past, why did Coruscate hate her life so much? What was so bad about that school that she convinced her to take him with him?

Moora then hears shuffling and banging from the ceiling.

Moora: Oh great..what’s she up to now?

Moora walks upstairs to find Coruscate hidden in a corner away from a huge cockroach in the center of her room.

Coruscate: Get it away! Make it go away!

Moora smirked and threw a box on the bug.

Moora: For being 17, you sure don’t act like it.

Moora, now with a smack across his face, went back to his own room, laid down, and stared at the stars, drifting into unconsciousness.

## **Act 1 - Chapter 2: The Admonition**

*Late night, so peaceful, the television is buzzing? What the hell..? I'm supposed to be asleep..*

Chapter 2 - Part 1: Natural Warning

Coruscate woke up, hastily at that, and saw a figure in the hallway adjacent to her bedroom, they were in the bathroom.

First, a horrid static noise, now, somebody had broken in? Was it not enough to wake her up from the horrible noise coming from god knows where?

Maybe God does know where the noise is..

And..wait a minute what was that?

What was that strange smell?

Coruscate switched her attention back to the figure in the bathroom doorway.

Coruscate: Moora..?

Moora looked back at his sister from the bathroom, realizing she was awake.

Of course, he was startled by her, but at least he knew what he was going to do next.

Moora went into Coruscate’s room and sat down on the floor to talk with Coruscate.

Moora: Cori, what’s that noise?

Coruscate: I’m not sure..should we check it out? It could be some sort of malfunction with our house..

Moora: Like..the pipes or something?

Coruscate: You were just in the bathroom..

Moora: Shut up..

Moora: Whatever, you’re right..we should..go check it out.

Moora: I have to ask you to be careful walking around though, our electricity was scheduled to be supplied to us tonight..and it's way too dark to see any loose wires or devices..

Coruscate grabbed a flashlight from her desk and got up.

Moora: Seems like you’re prepared..

Moora held out his left hand, it was always his left hand, it was his left hand now, and it'll be his left hand when he's getting married.

Coruscate took his hand, then held the flashlight in her other.

The two walked around the house, eventually ending up at the source of the blaring noise that had woken them up. They were standing in the living room, right next to a black-edged television that was showing static you could see from a mile away.

Moora: Why the hell is the TV on..

Coruscate: Don't..ask me, I just woke up..

Moora: Well let's find out..I wanna get back to bed..

Almost as if the world didn't want them to get back to sleep, the house's smoke alarms went off, blaring noise so loud you could see it into the sibling's ears. The source of the static noise was now gone, and the TV was off.

Moora was suddenly confused.

But then he slipped into a trance.

A swell trance, one induced by the heavens, so wondrous he couldn’t hear the alarms.

"What the..why are the smoke alarms on..? But the TV turned off..? The..power.."

Why was it so loud?

Coruscate: *Aaa! **Make it stop!***

Moora suddenly got back into focus, hearing the awful screeching from the smoke alarms as his sister had been hearing all this time he was lost in thought.

Moora: *Argh*..go check every room for a fire! If there's no fire, head down to the breaker room and turn off the power! I'll take care of the TV!

Coruscate ran off to open every door in the house, swiping her green jacket from the hoodie rack near the front door.

Moora instantly got to work, running over to the TV as if he was as awake as he’d normally be.

Moora: Nothing’s wrong..how do I reboot this damn thing?

The alarms were annoying and even scaring Moora a little, he never liked loud noises, but for some reason he didn’t have a problem with these ones..

Moora slipped into a trance, a swell trance, one induced by the heavens once again.

What was it that he disliked about alarms?

Was it their color? The red flashing lights?

No, light wasn’t the problem..

The noise?

The loud, blaring, petrifying noise?

Possibly, but what about the noise did he not like?

Ah, yes..how unnatural it sounded..

Nothing made a noise like that in nature, and no teletubby could make those sorts of noises.

Maybe..

Maybe the reason why the noise wasn’t disliked..

Was because..

It wasn’t an alarm at all..

Maybe..

Maybe it was..

Natural?

But how? A natural alarm isn’t a thing, is it?

Moora lost the grip he had on his trance, and goes back into focus when he realizes the alarms got disabled.

Coruscate: Hey..Moora! I did it! It turns out the alarms were being controlled by some kind of malfunction down in the power room.

Coruscate walked over and sat down on a sofa.

Coruscate: Well, I can’t get back to sleep, I’ve tried 3 times. Come sit and watch the news with me!

Moora was again confused, she wanted to watch the news? With him? Only he liked to do that, and Coruscate herself said it was boring.

Moora: Well, ok, I guess I’m not gonna get back to sleep anytime soon.

Moora walked over to the sofa and sat down next to Coruscate, then he grabbed the remote, and turned on the television.

Coruscate: I have a question for you, though.

Moora turned to look at Coruscate.

Moora: Ye-

Moora quit talking, and stared blankly at Coruscate.

Coruscate: What’s the matter?

Coruscate’s face was different.

She had her fur, she had her cheery smile, she had her sweet voice..but, it wasn’t her, Moora KNEW what he was looking at wasn’t Coruscate.

Moora looked around, the entire living room was gone!

Replaced by a black void of nothingness..where was he?

Coruscate?: Wait, you’re scared because he’s here, isn’t he? Don’t be, we can take that gray bitch any day!

Moora was still in shock.

Coruscate?: Seriously, what’s wrong? There isn’t anybody in this area, you don’t need to look normal right now.

Coruscate was essentially talking in gibberish, but the more he noticed her appearance..the more he realized something was wrong with her. Their eyes weren’t the same. His sclera’s were normal, her’s weren’t, they were black.. She didn’t even have her signature hoodie..

Moora suddenly stepped back into a trance, a swell trance, one induced by the heavens.

Then, he snapped out of it.

Coruscate was shaking him furiously with a nervous expression on her face.

Moora: Wh- huh?

Coruscate: Moora! What happened to you? Your eyes just went blank!

Moora was bewildered, what the hell just happened?

Moora: I-I’m fine, I’m ok, did something happen while I was in a trance?

Coruscate: Um, yes..yes something did happen!

Coruscate snatched the remote from Moora’s hand and furiously rewinded the footage back to a medical broadcast.

A news reporter teletubby was getting ready to switch to the next sector of their broadcast, from politics to medicine.

News Reporter: Greetings citizens of Celina, we regret to inform you of some rather horrifying news, if there are teletubbies under the age of 13, we advise them to leave the area immediately, for the following description of a current global epidemic may frighten them.

Moora glanced at Coruscate, even if she had already seen it, he knew she wasn’t a child anymore, and didn’t deserve to be treated like one.

News Reporter: As we have already stated, there is a global pandemic occurring, the details of this virus will be shown shortly.

A few seconds later, horrifying images of teletubbies with no eye sockets, bleeding eyes, and gunshot wounds are shown. Moora wanted to throw up, what the hell could be doing this?!

Coruscate paused the TV.

Coruscate: This is what I wanted to show you! This weird virus is already infecting thousands of teletubbies along the west coast of the US!

Moora: That’s fine..though, we’re fine! It hasn’t gotten to Kansas yet right?

Coruscate: I..hope not.

Coruscate shuddered.

Coruscate: What if we catch it..?

Moora’s stomach jumped in fear and slight disgust.

What would happen if they got the virus?

Moora grabbed the remote and tried to look for symptoms, he didn’t find much, but the few things he did find were enough to make him even more scared.

Moora: It says..right here..

Moora: “Symptoms include; red patches forming in the eye, can lead to bleeding, eyeball rupture, and total blindness”..

Moora was petrified now, but he had to keep going, he had to know enough to keep Coruscate safe.

Moora: “Other symptoms include; abnormal growths along the body and brain disorders, including complete paralysis, loss of bodily functions, and death”..

Moora: “However, as of recent studies, the corpses seems to be reanimating, make of this what you will, however we urge all citizens to stay in their homes and lock their doors.”..

Moora: “We at the Celina Broadcasting Station give our hearts out to those that have to deal with the loss of family members, and we pray for their safety, as well as all of yours.”

Reanimating..

Reanimating?!

The corpses..the mutations..!

What the hell were they going to do?

Moora sat there in silence, not thinking about anything, just staring at the virtual mirror in awe while Coruscate tugged at his fur in fear.

…

Knock

..?

Knock Knock

Wait..

Knock Knock Knock

Huh..?

There was a knock coming from the kitchen window.

Chapter 2 - Part 2: Bracing for Impact

Coruscate got up to go check the kitchen, where she had heard the sound.

She looked around the kitchen, making sure not to miss any details of where it might have come from, she checked the fridge, the cabinets, then the window-

The window!

Moora: What? What’s wrong with the window?

Coruscate: It has somethin’ on it. Look, look!

Moora glanced at the window, and indeed there was something on it, mud, smeared on the glass.

He frowned, and then got aggravated.

Moora: Damn kids and their pranks.

Coruscate: Was it really another teletubby though? When we drove by the mountains I didn’t see any other houses.

Wait, really?

Yeah..yeah she was right, there were no other houses other than theirs..

Moora slipped, once more, into a trance, a swell trance, one induced by the heavens.

There were no other houses..there were no other houses..there were no..other..houses?

Why the hell was there just a house out next to a road in the middle of nearly nowhere?

Moora then took a moment to look outside.

There was a horizontal road in front of the door they entered the house from, and in front of that road, there was a rocky cliff that led upwards, where did it go? To a high mountain range? They’d never know unless they got to it some day.

Coruscate: Moora? What the hell is up with you today?

Moora slipped out of his trance.

Moora: I..don’t know.

Moora sat down on the cold kitchen floor, sat up against the oven.

Moora: I think the lack of sleep is getting to me..

Moora: What should we do?

Coruscate: Well..shouldn’t we prepare for the worst? If the virus reaches us, we either need to quarantine ourselves, or be ready to run for our fucking lives.

Moora: I vote option 2..I’m not gonna sit in my home and wait to die..can we get a verdict?

Coruscate: Verdict has been decided, jury votes in favor of escape over hiding, let’s go prepare for the worst..

Moora: Good thinking..we need to be prepared to get out of here if it comes to it.

Coruscate began walking up to her room, and Moora slowly worked his way up to his.

He glanced out the window of the living room, then realized there was mud there too.

He looked at all the windows, there was mud on every single one.

Moora already thought he was going crazy once he saw that weird version of Coruscate, but he refused to believe it, even when the mud was covering the windows, he knew he wasn’t crazy!

Right?

Something flew by the window, Moora looked at it, the thing the thing that had flown by.

It looked back at him.

It was a silhouette of a teletubby, with sharp fur, and bleeding red eyes.

Was it an infected teletubby? Did they need help?

No, no..don’t let them in, he thought.

It could be contagious.

Moora closed his eyes, and kept walking to his room, attempting to ignore the figure.

The figure just stared back at them while they threaded up the stairs.

The figure knew when to leave however, and floated away.

Coruscate didn’t know where to start, should she pack her things in a bookbag, or something like a box?

Moora walked through the hallway as she was trying to decide.

Coruscate opened her laptop and began downloading some precious files onto a few flash drives.

While waiting, she opened the small front pocket of her bookbag, and grabbed a few notepads, something to draw with, a pair of reading glasses, and slipped them into the pocket.

*Ding!*

Coruscate: Huh?

Coruscate looked over at the laptop, her files were all downloaded. She grabbed her computer and stuck it in the back pocket of the bookbag. Then she hastily stuck all the flash drives in a little carrying case so she wouldn’t lose them, then put them in the front pocket, they were resting against the dirty glasses.

When had she needed glasses anyway?

For school.

For her horrible school.

She hated that school, so much.

Why did her parents take her there?

The hell was so good about that educational system?

She clutched a pencil in her hand, and began to squeeze it tightly.

Coruscate: Why was it so hard to find tranquility in that place? *Why* was I the one who had to bear the-

The pencil shattered into pieces, Coruscate looked down, and Moora came in.

Moora: You ok? I heard something break in here.

Coruscate: I’m fine, just a little angry..

Moora looked over at the staircase, shifting his view from Coruscate to it.

Moora: I’ll give you space, I’m heading to bed.

Moora left her room, giving her more time to look at the pencil she shattered, to her, it symbolized her hate for the past.

Coruscate: So..this is why we left, huh?

Coruscate: Good. It’s a good thing that he got me away from that dastardly place, it wasn’t easy, but it happened.

Coruscate bit her lip in annoyance.

It started to bleed, so she stopped.

After a little while, Coruscate finished packing, fitting a few little trinkets and some spare clothing in her bookbag in case they had to run.

Then, she flopped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling, reminiscing over the day she left her old life behind. She smirked, then let out a bit of a chuckle, then began to laugh at every teletubby on the face of the Earth.

Coruscate: Sigh..maybe something is wrong with me, I should probably just sleep this stress off.

And with that, the day was over for her.

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