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Hamy and Taro Rewrite - FOR BETHANY!

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Note to audience: This is a story rewrite of FlyingPings’ (Look her up on Youtube if you’ve never heard of her!) comic “series” Hamy and Taro. None of the characters in this are my own, nor is the main plot. If this is Bethany reading, then I hope you like it!

“Taro!” Hamy cried, throwing a strange potato looking object at her friend. Taro’s back was turned, but as the object grew closer to him, he looked behind him and caught the object with one hand. Behind his back. Impressive, no?
“Did you get it?” Hamy called.
“Yes.” Taro said, holding up the potato object. He walked over to his front door.
“Mom!” He called. His mother opened the door.
“Yes?” She asked. He walked past her.
“I’m going up stairs.” He said, climbing up the stairs. He walked down the hall to his room. After tossing the potato object on the bed, he sat down next to it. He looked down at the object and poked it. He slid onto the floor and poked it again. Hamy walked in.
“Here I am.” She said. She walked over to the bed and sat down on the floor, placing her chin on the mattress. They both noticed a button. Taro pushed it. There was a satisfying clicking noise. Both of them got wide eyes for a moment, but when nothing happened they calmed down. There was a blinding light, and then they both were laying face first on the ground.
“Are you ok?” Asked a strange voice. There was a silhouette of a man looking down at them. Taro didn’t get to respond, as he then blacked out.

Taro slowly opened his eyes. There was silhouette of a woman sitting in front of him.
“Hamy? Is that you?” He asked.
“How do you know my name?” The woman asked. She looked like an older version of his friend. But he didn’t notice it, only the narrator did (I BROKE THE FOURTH WALL).
“AHHH! You’re not Hamy!” Taro cried. He leaned away from the woman, startled.
“Yes I am.” The woman said. She saw the startled look in Taro’s eyes and stood up from the bed. She moved across the room to the door. Before she closed it, she looked back at him
“Come down stairs, ok?” She said. She closed the door, and Taro heard her footsteps fade away. Taro looked around the room. He noticed a picture on a table beside him. He leaned over to inspect it. It was the woman, who claimed to be named Hamy, a man that looked like the silhouette he had seen before blacking out, and a girl that looked to be around his age. She had hair in front of one half of her face. She looked grumpy in the picture, and also kind of emo. He sat up straight, then stood up and walked over to the door. He grabbed the doorknob and opened the door. In the hallway, there was a balcony like thing that overlooked the downstairs area. He walked over to it and looked down. It was Hamy and the woman.
“You look like me.” Hamy said.
“I do, don’t I?” The woman agreed. Taro walked over to the stairs and headed down. The woman had walked away and was elsewhere in the room. Taro approached Hamy.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“Helping.” She responded, holding up a cake. In her other hand was a pitcher of water. She put them where the woman had directed her to.
“Thank you so much!” The woman said, handing Hamy several bills. Taro noticed a phone on a nearby table.
‘I can call mom.’ He thought. He picked up the phone and dialed his mother’s number.
‘Mom, pick up!’ He internally commanded. No one answered.
“Wrong number? But how?” He asked himself aloud. Hamy poked her head in.
“Taro, come on!” She said. He followed her out into the dining room. He sat across from the man in the picture, presumably the woman’s husband. Hamy sat across from the woman. They smiled at each other.
“So, how was your day?” The woman asked Hamy.
“Good.” Hamy responded. They ate the food that had been set out. Once they had finished, the man stood up and put one of his hands on the table.
“I’ll show you to your rooms.” He said. Taro looked down at the man’s hand. He was wearing gloves that looked just like Taro’s. Taro looked down at his own hands. No, he still had the gloves. He looked back up at the man. What was going on? The man led Hamy and Taro up the stairs. He first showed Hamy her room, then Taro his.
“This is it.” The man said, gesturing to one of the rooms.
“Ok.” Taro said, looking at the man. He went into his room and closed the door. Though he wasn’t sure about whether it was a good idea to sleep in these stranger’s house, Taro was a little tired. He turned off the lights and laid down on the bed. However, there was music being blasted in the room next to his, so he couldn’t fall asleep. He turned over and noticed a small beam of light coming in through a hole in the wall. He got up and turned on the lights, then went to investigate. This seemed to be the side of the room that all that noise was coming from. He peered through the hole. On the other side, there was a girl rocking out to some music coming from some large speakers. She was the emo girl from the picture! He stepped away from the hole and laughed a little. There was heavy footsteps outside, then the door was kicked in.
“You’re dead.” The girl said, giving Taro the death stare. How did she hear him over her music and through the wall you ask? I the narrator have no darn clue. Taro’s eyes widened.
“Why?” He asked. The girl glared at him with her uncovered eye.
“You looked in my room!” She said angrily, pulling up her sleeves. Taro threw his hands in the air to show his surrender.
“No I didn’t!” He cried. She stepped forward, her hand in a fist, and punched him in the cheek. She stepped back and crossed her arms. Apparently, the punch had no effect, as Taro tried to make casual conversation. Even though his cheek was already starting to bruise, Taro didn’t seem to notice at all.
“How old are you?” He asked. The girl planted one hand on her hip, and the other hand was balled into another ready-to-punch fist.
“Fourteen.” She said, not looking at him. Taro smiled at her. Like bro, you just got punched in the face. Why?!
“That’s how old I am!” He said. The girl scoffed.
“I don’t care!” She said. Taro, suddenly remembering that this chick had punched him in the face, crouched down.
“Just try and punch me again.” He said, frowning at her. He stood up and smirked at her, holding up his hand. His gloved hand was glowing on the palm, ready to fire a laser.
“Beat that, girly.” He said. The girl’s eye widened. Taro chuckled.
“Scared?” He asked. The girl growled, and her bracelets started glowing. Flying axes hovered around her. Violent! Taro’s eyes widened and he ducked down and covered his head.
“I’m scared! I’m scared!” He cried, fear clear in his eyes. The girl grabbed one of the axes from the air and raised it above her head. She smiled down at Taro with an evil look in her eye. Suddenly the axe disappeared and the girl’s eyes widened. She fell over, and a fist was revealed. Someone had knocked her out. Taro stared in shock, unsure of what had just happened. Hamy emerged from the darkness, smiling.
“You’re such a baby, Taro.” She giggled.

The next day had arrived, and the sun was shining. The Hamy awoke in her bed, and sat up. She got up and went to her door. She opened it and went out and down the stairs. She yawned and stretched as she entered the kitchen. She sat down with the woman at the table.
“So, how old are you?” She asked.
Thirty one.” The woman replied.
“Wow. You’re eighteen years older than me.” Hamy said. The woman looked down at the table.
“I am...That makes me feel old.” She said.
“Sorry.” Hamy apologized. Taro walked down the stairs. He could hear people talking in the kitchen(/dining room apparently). He reached the bottom of the stairs, only to see the girl that had literally tried to murder him the day before standing there. She laughed. Taro’s eyes widened.
‘Oh no…’ He thought. He turned and raced back up the stairs. He ran over to a room, opened the door, and ran in. He slammed the door shut and leaned against it, sighing with relief.  Then he noticed a wedding photo sitting on a table. Did that say...Hamy and Taro? His eyes widened to the extreme. Then he screamed. Clearly, marrying his friend in the future was the worst thing in the world. Once he stopped screaming, he looked away from the wedding photo. There was a book marked “Hamy and Taro.” He opened it to see what it was. It was a journal. Both entries essentially said the same thing. He and Hamy had come to the future. He was fourteen, and she was thirteen when it had happened. That seemed about right. They also said that they had seen their future selves. That made sense. So the woman that Hamy was befriending was actually herself in the future. That meant the man was himself. Then who was the girl that lived with them? His eyes widened again. Their daughter. The shock hit him again.
‘I’ll be married to Hamy.’ He thought, wide eyed. There was a muffled voice from behind the door.
“Taro? Are you in there?” She called.
“No! I’m not!” He replied, hiding.
“But how could you not be in there when I can hear you in there?” Hamy asked, confused. Taro opened the door and left the room, closing the door behind him. Hamy crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes.
“What do you want?” Taro asked.
“That’s not your room.” Hamy said.
“What are you doing up here?” Came the older Hamy’s voice from behind them. They both turned to look at her.
“Nothing.” They said in unison. The older Hamy decided that they really had been doing nothing, so she just smiled.
“I’m going down stairs.” She said. Young Hamy went down the stairs, and the older Hamy went to follow her.
“Wait!” Taro cried. “What’s your name?” He asked. Older Hamy turned to look at him.
“Hamy.” She said with a smile.
“What about your husband? What’s his name?” Taro asked.
“His name is Taro. Why? What’s your name?” Older Hamy asked.
“My name is Taro too!” He responded. Hamy noticed a picture on a table(AS THEY HAVE EVERY TIME).
“What’s that?” She asked aloud. She walked over and picked up the picture to look. Her eyes widened as she read what the frame said. RIP Sandy. Hamy teared up.
“Oh no...Sandy is going to die in the future.” She said sadly.
“Taro!” She cried, calling up the stairs. Taro came down to see what she wanted.
“What?” He asked. Hamy held out the picture to him.
“Look.” She said. Taro’s eyes widened.
“Oh no.” He said. In another part of the house, the older Hamy was throwing away the potato object. How were they going to get back from the future now?

END OF FIRST REWRITTEN PART
Note: I kept switching viewpoints because that’s how the original comic was done. I will also not be rewriting the comic they showed in the second video, as that had an accidentally messed up plot that I am not in the mood to fix.
This is a rewrite of a comic my favorite Youtube artist...No I take that back, my favorite ACTUAL artist. She's amazing, and if you've never seen her, she's FlyingPings on Youtube. Look her up! She's great. If you're reading this, Bethany, I love you and your art so much~ Enjoy everyone! 
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Bomberdrawer's avatar
awesome rewrite of Hamy and Taro :w00t: