The Tamagotchi Guardian
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‘No!’ Ben gasped as he awoke suddenly from his sleep. Sweat dripped from his head and tears streamed from his eyes. He couldn’t believe what he had just seen.
‘Ben, shutup and go back to sleep!’ his sister Emma yelled from the next room.
‘Stop having those stupid nightmares!’ his mother whose name was not known yelled from the master bedroom, a floor above his.
Inappropriate language and swearing then came from his father.
Ben knew what he had just seen wasn’t a nightmare. He knew it was real. He’d met the evil Tama God two years before that and now he was back, and only he could stop him. None of his family believed him when he told them what he had seen when he was 9, and they weren’t going to believe him now.
Ben sat around the breakfast table, eating his bowl of Cheerios in silence while his sister screamed because she had lost her mascara.
‘Ben, sit properly!’ his mother bellowed. Ben looked down. His chair was close to the table and he wasn’t slouching.
‘Ben, don’t play with your food!’ his father shouted. As far as Ben knew, he wasn’t playing with it. His family really hated him.
Ben quickly finished his breakfast and grabbed his school bag. He hadn’t forgotten what he had seen last night and was going to find the Tama God and his evil army, wherever they were.
‘Ben, it’s 7.30,’ his sister said, not shouting as she was in a good mood, finding her mascara on the kitchen counter.
‘I’m going for a walk,’ Ben replied. Only an idiot wouldn’t see through his obvious lie. Ben was rubbish at lying. His face went red, he played with his hands and his voice went squeaky.
‘Oh ok,’ Emma said. Emma wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box.
Ben left the house and closed the squeaky front door behind him. As he walked down the garden path, he began to realise that his task wasn’t going to be easy. He didn’t know where the hill that he had seen the Tama God was and after his last conflict with him, he didn’t think that he would get a good reception. Just then, his head hurt. Just like in Ben’s favourite book Harry Potter, his whole body then began to scorch. He knew he was about to have a vision.
‘Buckhouse, pass the chocolate powder,’ an evil man whom Ben knew as the Tama God, shouted, the large marble hall that he was sitting in, shook. The polished marble table he was sitting around sparkled in the bright candelabra light.
‘Yes sir,’ the one who Ben assumed was Buckhouse replied.
‘This trap is going to work so well,’ the croaky monster muttered, ‘I can tell that all of those silly tamagotchis will fall for this.’
The hag, who as he stood up, it emerged he was only about 5ft tall giggled to himself. His whole army, who now were visible, standing all around him also laughed. The Tama God raised his hands to indicate he wanted silence. The room fell silent.
The Tama God began to walk slowly around the table. It was black, like his spooky suit and hair. As he walked, more and more of his awful contraption came into view.
‘I can see this will work perfectly,’ he murmured, ‘Test.’ A relatively old man flicked a switch and a loud crash was heard.
‘Ben, shutup and go back to sleep!’ his sister Emma yelled from the next room.
‘Stop having those stupid nightmares!’ his mother whose name was not known yelled from the master bedroom, a floor above his.
Inappropriate language and swearing then came from his father.
Ben knew what he had just seen wasn’t a nightmare. He knew it was real. He’d met the evil Tama God two years before that and now he was back, and only he could stop him. None of his family believed him when he told them what he had seen when he was 9, and they weren’t going to believe him now.
Ben sat around the breakfast table, eating his bowl of Cheerios in silence while his sister screamed because she had lost her mascara.
‘Ben, sit properly!’ his mother bellowed. Ben looked down. His chair was close to the table and he wasn’t slouching.
‘Ben, don’t play with your food!’ his father shouted. As far as Ben knew, he wasn’t playing with it. His family really hated him.
Ben quickly finished his breakfast and grabbed his school bag. He hadn’t forgotten what he had seen last night and was going to find the Tama God and his evil army, wherever they were.
‘Ben, it’s 7.30,’ his sister said, not shouting as she was in a good mood, finding her mascara on the kitchen counter.
‘I’m going for a walk,’ Ben replied. Only an idiot wouldn’t see through his obvious lie. Ben was rubbish at lying. His face went red, he played with his hands and his voice went squeaky.
‘Oh ok,’ Emma said. Emma wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box.
Ben left the house and closed the squeaky front door behind him. As he walked down the garden path, he began to realise that his task wasn’t going to be easy. He didn’t know where the hill that he had seen the Tama God was and after his last conflict with him, he didn’t think that he would get a good reception. Just then, his head hurt. Just like in Ben’s favourite book Harry Potter, his whole body then began to scorch. He knew he was about to have a vision.
‘Buckhouse, pass the chocolate powder,’ an evil man whom Ben knew as the Tama God, shouted, the large marble hall that he was sitting in, shook. The polished marble table he was sitting around sparkled in the bright candelabra light.
‘Yes sir,’ the one who Ben assumed was Buckhouse replied.
‘This trap is going to work so well,’ the croaky monster muttered, ‘I can tell that all of those silly tamagotchis will fall for this.’
The hag, who as he stood up, it emerged he was only about 5ft tall giggled to himself. His whole army, who now were visible, standing all around him also laughed. The Tama God raised his hands to indicate he wanted silence. The room fell silent.
The Tama God began to walk slowly around the table. It was black, like his spooky suit and hair. As he walked, more and more of his awful contraption came into view.
‘I can see this will work perfectly,’ he murmured, ‘Test.’ A relatively old man flicked a switch and a loud crash was heard.
