Chaos in Progress

Scene: 4:30 PM – Chaos in Progress

At exactly 4:30 PM, Jimmy's phone buzzed with a soft chime. He glanced at the message:

"Your name has been registered in Young Whisp Master Competition. Please come to Vatican City after 3 days."

Jimmy blinked once. Then again.

"…Someone's messing with me," he muttered, furrowing his brow. "Who sends Vatican invites by text?"

He was just about to toss the phone onto the table when—

"TATAAA!"

Peeko suddenly dive-bombed from above, landing squarely on Jimmy's head like a living feather hat. The tiny Whisp pecked him once, adorably, then flared his wings and pointed them dramatically toward the ground outside the window.

Down below, Luna was practicing — her water-sheathed body gliding in elegant arcs, slicing through the air with Aqua Smash and pirouetting with Zigzag Turn.

Jimmy sighed, rubbing his forehead. 'I'll check with the Nexus tomorrow. No point jumping to conclusions.'

He stepped outside and clapped twice.

"Luna — keep practicing. We still need smoother transitions between combos. More improvement on every move."

Luna nodded from the field, tail flicking, her blue aura glowing slightly brighter in acknowledgment.

Jimmy turned to Peeko, who had now slid down onto his shoulder and was poking his cheek repeatedly.

"What do you want now?"

Peeko chirped: "Tata… dum dumdumm… want to eat!"

Jimmy chuckled and headed inside. "Greedy little sparkball…"

He opened the food case and laid out a feast fit for a tiny thunderstorm: a B-rank portion, Queont nuts, Aag meatballs, and Fire-type roasted peppers. The moment the aroma hit the air, Peeko's eyes sparkled like disco lights. He floated in place, blinking dramatically at Jimmy as if proposing marriage.

Peeko gave him one lingering, heartfelt stare… and then dove headfirst into the food.

Except—he couldn't chew the meatball. Too big.

Jimmy sighed again. "Start chewing properly… alright, fine." He picked up the small fork and began feeding Peeko bite by bite.

To pass the time, he played a familiar tune on his mobile — the infamous "Peeko Dummy Song".

🎵

Dummy, dummy, dummy — Peeko's a dummyJumpin' in circles, acting all funnyTa-ta-ta, he talks too fastRuns real quick but don't ever last

Dum-ta, dum-ta, crash into a wallZaps himself, then starts to crawlSpin-spin-spin, tail on fireCalls it training — we call it dire

Dummy, dummy, dummy — loves to eatMunchin' snacks with lightning feetSteals your lunch, then plays it coolWinks and hides behind a stool

Ta-ta-ta, he's always loudActs like a king, draws a crowdLittle naughty, silly styleStill makes everyone laugh and smile

Dum-ta-ta, Peeko flash!Zooms too far and makes a splashDummy, dummy, dummy — soft but wildOur crazy spark, forever a child

🎵

Peeko froze mid-bite.

His wings stiffened. Slowly, he turned his head with exaggerated betrayal and whispered:

"…Tata… she's saying you're making fun of me…"

Jimmy laughed. "No no, Peeko! It's just your theme song."

Just then, Luna skidded to a stop, her mane glowing with a water-light shimmer. She stomped one foot, eyes wide.

"Ono nononn… liar liar liar…" she chanted in a sing-songy voice.

Jimmy put his hands up defensively. "Okay! Back to training! Or I'll blast it on speaker…"

Luna gasped dramatically and bolted back to her training area like someone just threatened her with bath time. The sprinklers turned on with a hiss as she launched into a stunning flip followed by Aqua Smash → Twist Turn → Fakeout Dive.

Jimmy chuckled and crossed his arms. "That's more like it."

Peeko, halfway through a fire pepper, mumbled with his mouth full:

"Tata… play song again." jimmy this time played another song.

Peeko, Peeko, little bolt brightFlashing through the sky like a streak of lightTatata-ta, wings wide and freeBraver than thunder, wild as the sea

Dum-ta-dum, he zips through treesDodging leaves and chasing breezeOne little spark with a mighty coreYou laugh now, but just wait for more

Peeko, Peeko, heart of flameHe plays like a clown but he's got gameTatata-ta, his joy's the keyMaking the world a place to be

No one flies like Peeko canFast as light, proud as a manCheeky grin, but soul so truePeeko's spark belongs with you

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Peeko twirled and spun, tiny wings fluttering like silver fans. He danced to every beat of his theme song — "Little Lightning Heart" — playing each version one after another with absolute joy. Feet tapping, sparks zipping behind him like ribbon trails, he flipped mid-air and landed in a split on the grass, shouting:

"Tatatatatata!"

Even Luna paused her training to glance over with amused pride.

One hour passed.

Peeko finally collapsed backwards onto the soft grass, chest rising and falling, cheeks puffed in exhaustion. His wings twitched with the beat still echoing faintly from the mobile.

From the ground, he muttered, "Atatatatta... I will play again…"

Jimmy crouched beside him, shaking his head with a smirk. "Use Blue Flame instead."

Peeko blinked. The music stopped. He tilted his head sharply, eyes widening.

"Ta… What's Blue Flame?"

Jimmy didn't answer. He simply raised a hand and called, "Luna."

Luna glided over, her mane softly glowing from earlier training. As she reached Peeko and extended her paw to heal him, Jimmy gently held her wrist.

"No… don't heal him. Teach him instead."

He looked at Peeko and nodded. "She'll show you how to channel your energy… not waste it."

Luna's expression shifted — warm and wise. Like an elder sister. She knelt beside Peeko, placed her forehead to his lightly, and closed her eyes.

Energy shimmered.

Then, without a word, she stood up and motioned him to follow her.

They walked together to the edge of the outside garden, under a tree where the breeze hummed gently. Jimmy followed, trailing behind with a folded parchment.

He knelt and placed it on the grass. "Burn this."

Peeko looked at the paper. Then at his wings. Then back at Jimmy.

Jimmy turned and walked toward Brouno's scanner hub.

"Brouno," he asked, voice calm but sharp, "Any anomaly in max radius?"

Brouno beeped softly.

"For 1 km… no problem, Jimmy. No Whisps. No interference."

Jimmy nodded. "Good."

Back in the garden, Peeko stood in front of the paper. He fluttered his wings nervously. Luna stood by him, quietly watching.

Then—FWOOOM!

A soft blue glow rose from within Peeko's tiny chest. It trembled… then flared, sudden and fast, releasing a wave of deep yellow that burned the paper instantly to ash.

Peeko gasped and stumbled backward.

And then—he laughed. Loud, unfiltered, amazed.

"Tatata! Did you see?! Yellow, WellowAAAAAA A!"

"Next part," he said. "Condense it. Focus. Don't spray it. Store it. Control it."

Peeko's face turned serious — or at least Peeko's version of serious.

He shut one eye, raised his little arms.

Peeko shouted:

"TAAA—!!"

And let it go.

The fire struck the ground in a tight spiral, then burst outward in a ring with a small boom. 

BOOM… fwwwoooom…

The ring glowed on the garden floor, hissing like embers.

Luna whistled. Jimmy raised an eyebrow.

"Well," he muttered. "It' good."