The Strangeness of Indoor Tornadoes
So.. I went to the Terrible Crossover Fanfiction Generator, and after some refreshing to get two fandoms I knew, I ended up with:
"Your challenge is to write crossover fiction combining Chobits and Hamtaro. The story should use tornadoes as a plot device."
This is what I came up with, and it is very strange.... xD
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Hideki had seen many strange things in his relatively short lifetime. Having lived in the country, he knew the capacity for strangeness animals possessed. And certainly, he had seen persocoms do some bizarre things. (Having Chi in his life made it kind of unavoidable.)
This, however, was where he drew the line between strange, and just flat-out insane. It wasn’t so much that Chi was talking to the small creatures in front of her, no. It was the fact that the creatures were talking back to her that made this whole thing so brain-numbing.
The creatures, who called themselves the “Ham-hams,” had appeared on their balcony earlier that afternoon, and Chi, being Chi, had let them in, feeling sorry for such defenseless animals. Once safely inside the apartment, the hamsters (at least Hideki thought they were hamsters, but he couldn’t be sure) had introduced themselves, and asked for help.
“We suspect it was the tornado that picked us up, and took us here,” the orange and white spotted one, acting as the ambassador, said. “We don’t live anywhere near a place like this, and Laura certainly doesn’t have a computer like yours.”
“But there definitely was not a tornado here in Tokyo,” Hideki mumbled through the wood of the table, having face-planted into its familiar surface long ago. “It would have been on the news.”
“Right. Still, that’s the only thing it can be. So now all we have to do is wait for another tornado, and we can get home!”
Hideki did not reply to the hamster’s statement, feeling that pointing out the rarity of tornadoes in Tokyo, especially at this time of year, would simply be cruel. The little creature, Hamtaro, he believed its name was, was so earnest and optimistic. It kind of reminded him of Chi, to be honest.
Hideki let the Ham-hams and Chi continue to talk for a while, figuring out methods to return home. It had occurred to him during this experience that the natives in that American movie, The Wizard of Oz, had taken Dorothy’s story remarkably well. That, or they had all really believed her to be insane. It was pretty easy to write off another person’s words as nonsense. A group of 20 talking rodents, however, was a bit harder to write off. (Hideki subtly pinched himself for what must’ve been the sixth time that afternoon. It still hurt.)
In the middle of Hideki’s musings, and the planning taking place between humanoid computer and talking hamsters, the most bizarre event of an already bizarre day occurred. As the Ham-hams spoke of taking a tornado back home, a miniature tornado formed right where the Ham-hams stood in the apartment.
Hideki was ignored as he screeched and jumped back at the sight of an indoor tornado. The Ham-hams had little time to do more than wave good-bye and shout “Thanks!” before the tornado sucked them up, and disappeared as promptly as it had formed.
Chi finally turned around, and took in Hideki’s sprawled out position on the floor with confusion. Hideki looked up at her for a moment, before letting his head fall back onto the tatami. He wondered vaguely if the Ham-hams had arrived home, making an inward vow to himself at the same time to forget this day ever happened.
He already had enough strangeness in his life, thank you very much. And indoor tornadoes were just plain freaky.