Chapter 01: Awakening the Rainbow


Roxy shot up in bed covered in sweat. “What was that dream about?” she thought shaking her head and then running a hand through her short rainbow colored hair. “Why did I dream about the Sailor Senshi disappearing and why did Sailor Moon look out of her mind?” Roxy was pulled from her thoughts when her alarm went off. “Man,” she groaned “I really do not want to get up,” she said aloud throwing the covers off. She was met with a startled meow from her cat that yawned and stretched. “Sorry Titchy,” she smiled and scratched the gray cat between her ears. Stitch replied by purring and nudging Roxy’s hand for more scratching. “Gotta get up girl,” Roxy told her cat with a loving squeeze before letting her go and getting out of bed.

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Roxy was glad such a long day at work was over. She sat in front of a computer all day but that was okay. It was not the computer she minded but some of the people she worked with. Roxy head screaming which appeared to be getting louder, she turned around only to be hit in the face with something. Hit in the face with something hard. Roxy was thrown backward tumbling over and over. “What the,” Roxy groaned getting up pulling a something soft off her face. Roxy looked at what had hit her noticing it was a black plushie pony with a rainbow mane and tail, there was also a purple rose symbol on its rear. “Where did this come from,” Roxy thought looking around but seeing no one other than herself.

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Once she was home she placed the plushie on the counter and gave some attention to Stitch before getting on the computer. Seeing something unusual on the counter and began batting at it until the plushie fell off the counter with a thud. “Ow!” Roxy heard someone say but knew she was the only one in her apartment besides Stitch. Stitch came around the couch trying to carry the plushie by its mane happy with her new found toy. Roxy swore she kept here someone say ‘ow’ and it sounded as if it was coming from Stitch’s direction. Roxy knew Stitch’s meow sometimes sounded like no but never ow. “Come here girl. Come here ‘Titchy,” Roxy called the cat. “Stitch,” Roxy called and then whistled. Stitch jerked her head up, still holding the plushie pony by its mane. She drug it over to Roxy who took the pony from her. Stitch just watched curiously as Roxy looked the plushie over. “Is this one of the talking plushie?” Roxy asked aloud.