Super Bomberman R Fanfiction -- Lingering Echo
Disclaimer is that all Canon Characters belong by Konami and all FC/OCs belong to their respective owners.
Warning is that Bomberman FC/OCs are present in this story and might be found unpleasant by ones who do not like Canon&FC/OCs interactions. Please read at one’s own risk.
When asked of a word to describe Planet Bomber, most residents and interstellar travellers immediately thought of this adjective, all thanks to a family of heroes--- the Bomberman Brothers--- that shields it from the many machinations of different villains, in the past, at present, and probably in the future.
Not once has the planet’s safety be threatened ever since Buggler, the
tyrant who tried taking over the universe, has been served justice by the Bomberman Brothers and the planet’s idyllic atmosphere has returned.
It has been the prime of Planet Bomber.
Nothing lasts forever, even peace.
Nothing remains perpetual, even heroes.
-=-=- Chapter 1 - Haphazard -=-=-
In the living room are a horrifying amount of paper planes, two happily bouncing siblings and an annoyed brother.
Lying on the couch, White sighs as he watched Yellow and Green chasing each other, holding the paper planes in their hands as they do so---Had he not agreed to their request of folding paper planes without any supervision, the living room would not have been in such a mess as of now. Cleaning the training room had already tired him out, and the big brother dread to think how much work it will take to remove the planes AND the doodles the two bombers drew on the floor “by accident” (Green told him so, asking for forgiveness with that puppy eyes of his).
He reaches towards the TV remote and turns on the device, a female holding a microphone is seen speaking as she stands behind a board stuck with a few images of different bombers.
“...And so far, eight citizens, children and adults altogether, have been missing and none have been found. The incident is being investigated and we hope to assure that the security has been…”
---The case of people gone missing, White’s mind clicks immediately. Frowning, the hero glances at the clock.
It is about a week ago that the first case of lost children have been reported, who was witnessed playing in the park with a group of friends during an afternoon. He entered an alley to pick up the football that rolled inside and never came out again--- it was a dead end, but the boy was nowhere to be seen. The incident has brought a large impact to the society and subsequently the crowd panicked… And hence, the Bomber Siblings have been appointed to find the lost citizens and the cause.
In the past few days they have attempted to sort out any useful clues and made sure to leave no stones unturned, but they gathered nothing that can serve as a lead.
The information about the missings are non-overlapping--- except the fact that they are all citizens; Age, occupation, background... Everything else is arbitrary.
They have all been worn to frazzles, but there is simply no strings to follow. The current moment is their turn to take a break, but White cannot put away the thoughts now that they have returned.
What if they cannot solve this mystery? Their prestige is one issue and White can care less about that, but those citizen might be lost forever. Never to be seen again.
The hero knows too well how heartbroken their families will feel.
Clutching tightly at his own chest, White closed his eyes.
They must find those lost citizens and apprehend the one behind these acts.
“Thank you, we look forward to seeing you again!”
The mint-coloured bomber sitting beside an empty table watches as her friend greets the last customer in the shop goodbye. The incidents of missing people has brought harm to the shop’s business as there are less people going out, even less that comes to their ice-cream parlor, but seeing that their customers leave with a happy smile is more than enough to her. However, she cannot help but feel frightened at the same time--- it had been a week since the first report has been known, but none of the lost citizens have been found and the cause is unknown.
What if anyone she knows is the next person gone missing? The director of the ice-cream shop shudders at the thought.
The tiny bell hung on the glass door jingles and a purple bomber child carrying a backpack enters the shop, who is then greeted by the gentle smile of her friend.
Surprised but too timid to approach, the mint bomber watches silently as the child sits down.Why would a children at such a young age be alone in the evening? Especially at a time like this?
How lethargic he looks is worrying as well.
She wants to know why, and she wants to cheer him up--- like how her friends always offer her the heart-warming comfort--- but she cannot muster up the courage to do so.
No sooner had she snapped out of her inner struggle than the child finished his glass of ice-cream sundae and paid for it, ready to leave. As he reaches for the door, the mint-coloured bomber finally speaks up.
“P-please wait! If you d-don’t mind…”
“I-I understand, but your family must be worried sick that you have been gone the whole day. If you apologise sincerely, they won’t be scolding you anymore, so...Be sure to go home before it gets too late.”
Sitting beside the purple bomber child, Mint Bomber murmurs as the other looks at her with regretfully.
“I shouldn’t have made them worry about me...I thought they didn’t want me anymore, so I ran away! But… Now that I know, I am going to head home, and say sorry!” the bomber child smiles at the adult talking to him, “I won’t be naughty anymore, and I will be sure to come again with my parents some day so we can have ice-cream together! Goodbye, Miss Mint Bomber! You are a really nice person!”
With that said, the bomber child stands up and rushes to the door, not without waving vehemently at the two staff of the ice-cream store first.
Another tingle. Once again, there are no more customers in the shop.
Mint Bomber glances around and a backpack enters her sight.
The child’s backpack.
She hurries outside and searches for the bomber child that has left just now, but the darkened view following nighttime is making it a more difficult task.
She follows her instinct and turns left.
She has passed under advertisement boards lit of neon lights, alongside many empty shops on the same street, but the child is nowhere to be seen. It has been a long way, and the light that accompany the pathway grows dimmer and dimmer, a sense of uneasiness and anxiety growing now that she is not in a populated area.
Mint Bomber thinks of turning back, but before she does, she heard a scream at the direction she faces.
She runs towards the voice…
...And sees the same child from earlier passed out on the ground, a blurry shadow well hidden by the lack of light.
The recent incidents of missing people.
Her mind screams, but she has been overcome by fear. Unable to move, unable to scream.
The shadow approaches slowly--- Mint Bomber cannot see anything that indicates its face, but the imminent harm that it is about to bring is clear.
She tries to get a smoke bomb and hopefully throw it at the shadow, but her free hand does no obey her will.
Her gaze cannot leave the child’s now cadaverous visage.
The shadow stretches towards the defenseless bomber.
The backpack is dropped onto the ground.
To be continued...