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Arthur agreed with Clark. “Right. We just need to find 813 on this road and we’ll be good.”
“813?” Both man and cricket turned to the source of the noise. It was a nearby older man with a rough gray beard and even worse looking clothes. From the looks of things, the guy was probably homeless and had just finished drinking some water from the fountain. “I know where that is, but you’ll have to pay me.”
“We don’t have any gold, sorry” was Arthur’s response.
“Well damn you and your bug.” He said this last word with obvious disdain and anger. “You’ll be looking for that casino forever, then.”
Arthur put a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder, thinking this guy isn’t worth it. Let’s go to this casino. Clark nodded in agreeance.
It turned out that the Golden Eye Casino was actually really close to where they were, so it was easy to find. It was a massive building, oval in shape and made out of bricks that were painted gold. The entrance was an open archway with Romanesque columns on each side; on the top of the arch was the words “Golden Eye Casino.” Below those was the address “813 Charity Lane,” confirming that the two had found the right place.
The inside of it was less grand; the bricks in there weren’t even painted and the place seemed to be one big room, filled to the brim with assorted games of chance. Card games, roulette, and more were being played by people with and without gold to spare. There was an open circular window in the direct middle of the place, providing sunlight and a way for the smoke of people’s cigarettes to escape the building.
By the entrance, there was a bored-looking man in a Golden Eye Casino uniform who appeared to be some kind of guard, judging from the door behind him. Clark seemed to examine him for a second, then nudged Arthur to get him to talk to the man.
“Excuse me sir,” Arthur asked the bored man, “Would you happen to know where Delia Toujours is?”
The guardsman looked wary of them both for once, not just Clark. “What do you want from her?”
“We have a delivery for her.” Saying this, Arthur held up the jar of red powder he got from the doctor.
The guard’s face changed instantly, suddenly becoming far more friendly and polite. “Oh! Sure. Go through the door and up the stairs, then talk to the secretary. Their desk will be the first one you see.” He then opened the door so the pair could enter.
“Thank you,” Arthur replied as he and Clark did the first two parts of what the man said. At the top was a sparse waiting room with a few chairs and an older looking woman. Arthur walked up to her and asked the same question he asked the guard, this time holding up the jar to save a bit of time.
“Oh, I can give that to her. Off you go.” Her attitude appeared to be quite in line with the guard’s initial one. Before Arthur could give the jar to her, Clark held his hand in front of it.
“No thank you,” the cricket said, “we’d be glad to do it ourselves.” Clark simply stared at the clerical worker, letting time win his case for him.
After waiting what felt to Arthur like minutes, the lady assented. “Fine. Her office is in the back, last door on the right.”
Clark thanked her, then both of them walked towards the office. “Why’d you ask to do this yourself?” Arthur whispered.
“So we can maybe get some money for your food, plus that lady would’ve stolen some of it,” the cricket responded equally quietly.
Arthur nodded. As they were about to knock on Delia’s door, he heard a voice on the other side. “Come in.” The pair looked at one another, shrugged, then opened the door and walked in.
Delia’s office was significantly nicer than the lobby before it. She had a nice wooden desk with matching shelves, along with big picture windows that presented a nice view of the city. Delia herself was a slender woman in her mid-30s with long, dark red hair. She wore a formal red dress that matched her hair. In an instant, anyone looking at this woman would know she was more sophisticated than most of the people in the casino.
“Please close the door behind you,” she asked of Clark, “and hand me the jar please” she asked Arthur. Both of them complied with these requests, then sat down.
A moment later, the woman said “you’re right, it usually isn’t this full. Thank you.”
Both men were visibly surprised, so Delia took it upon herself to explain. “I have good hearing.” Arthur was still perplexed, but Clark nodded as if it was the most reasonable thing in the world.
“Wait a minute,” the woman just realized, being as surprised as Arthur was, “you’re the guy who fought the frog, right? Yeah, not many people travel with crickets around here.”
Seeing that the pair’s expressions were as surprised as they were a few moments ago, Delia explained again. “I was able to found this place” she waved her hand around the room to indicate the building “by being well informed, so I like to stay that way. This also includes knowing you need money for food. Would you two be interested in work?”
Arthur didn’t know what else to say, so he just asked “what kind of work?”
“I need two bodyguards for a meeting tomorrow. My usual people are on vacation, so I need trustworthy individuals for this.”
“And you trust us, even though we only met just now?”
“Well, Doctor Smith sent you, so yeah. It will only take a few hours and I’ll pay you well - 25 gold each, with 5 gold each paid up front.”
Once again, Clark seemed to be much more accepting of the logic than Arthur was. The amnesiac had to wonder just how this business leader and the doctor knew each other. He also had to wonder what kind of meeting this was that required this lady to have bodyguards. But he didn’t have to wonder whether or not he wanted to do this; in this case, the reward was worth the risk, and if things got too sketchy he could protect his friend while they left. “I’ll do it.”
The cricket wasn’t interested in this sort of work, but he also knew Arthur had no money and knew this woman wanted two bodyguards. If he refused this job, his friend could be out of work as well. “Same here.”
“Splendid! Be here at 8 AM tomorrow. Thank you so much, that will be all!”
“813?” Both man and cricket turned to the source of the noise. It was a nearby older man with a rough gray beard and even worse looking clothes. From the looks of things, the guy was probably homeless and had just finished drinking some water from the fountain. “I know where that is, but you’ll have to pay me.”
“We don’t have any gold, sorry” was Arthur’s response.
“Well damn you and your bug.” He said this last word with obvious disdain and anger. “You’ll be looking for that casino forever, then.”
Arthur put a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder, thinking this guy isn’t worth it. Let’s go to this casino. Clark nodded in agreeance.
It turned out that the Golden Eye Casino was actually really close to where they were, so it was easy to find. It was a massive building, oval in shape and made out of bricks that were painted gold. The entrance was an open archway with Romanesque columns on each side; on the top of the arch was the words “Golden Eye Casino.” Below those was the address “813 Charity Lane,” confirming that the two had found the right place.
The inside of it was less grand; the bricks in there weren’t even painted and the place seemed to be one big room, filled to the brim with assorted games of chance. Card games, roulette, and more were being played by people with and without gold to spare. There was an open circular window in the direct middle of the place, providing sunlight and a way for the smoke of people’s cigarettes to escape the building.
By the entrance, there was a bored-looking man in a Golden Eye Casino uniform who appeared to be some kind of guard, judging from the door behind him. Clark seemed to examine him for a second, then nudged Arthur to get him to talk to the man.
“Excuse me sir,” Arthur asked the bored man, “Would you happen to know where Delia Toujours is?”
The guardsman looked wary of them both for once, not just Clark. “What do you want from her?”
“We have a delivery for her.” Saying this, Arthur held up the jar of red powder he got from the doctor.
The guard’s face changed instantly, suddenly becoming far more friendly and polite. “Oh! Sure. Go through the door and up the stairs, then talk to the secretary. Their desk will be the first one you see.” He then opened the door so the pair could enter.
“Thank you,” Arthur replied as he and Clark did the first two parts of what the man said. At the top was a sparse waiting room with a few chairs and an older looking woman. Arthur walked up to her and asked the same question he asked the guard, this time holding up the jar to save a bit of time.
“Oh, I can give that to her. Off you go.” Her attitude appeared to be quite in line with the guard’s initial one. Before Arthur could give the jar to her, Clark held his hand in front of it.
“No thank you,” the cricket said, “we’d be glad to do it ourselves.” Clark simply stared at the clerical worker, letting time win his case for him.
After waiting what felt to Arthur like minutes, the lady assented. “Fine. Her office is in the back, last door on the right.”
Clark thanked her, then both of them walked towards the office. “Why’d you ask to do this yourself?” Arthur whispered.
“So we can maybe get some money for your food, plus that lady would’ve stolen some of it,” the cricket responded equally quietly.
Arthur nodded. As they were about to knock on Delia’s door, he heard a voice on the other side. “Come in.” The pair looked at one another, shrugged, then opened the door and walked in.
Delia’s office was significantly nicer than the lobby before it. She had a nice wooden desk with matching shelves, along with big picture windows that presented a nice view of the city. Delia herself was a slender woman in her mid-30s with long, dark red hair. She wore a formal red dress that matched her hair. In an instant, anyone looking at this woman would know she was more sophisticated than most of the people in the casino.
“Please close the door behind you,” she asked of Clark, “and hand me the jar please” she asked Arthur. Both of them complied with these requests, then sat down.
A moment later, the woman said “you’re right, it usually isn’t this full. Thank you.”
Both men were visibly surprised, so Delia took it upon herself to explain. “I have good hearing.” Arthur was still perplexed, but Clark nodded as if it was the most reasonable thing in the world.
“Wait a minute,” the woman just realized, being as surprised as Arthur was, “you’re the guy who fought the frog, right? Yeah, not many people travel with crickets around here.”
Seeing that the pair’s expressions were as surprised as they were a few moments ago, Delia explained again. “I was able to found this place” she waved her hand around the room to indicate the building “by being well informed, so I like to stay that way. This also includes knowing you need money for food. Would you two be interested in work?”
Arthur didn’t know what else to say, so he just asked “what kind of work?”
“I need two bodyguards for a meeting tomorrow. My usual people are on vacation, so I need trustworthy individuals for this.”
“And you trust us, even though we only met just now?”
“Well, Doctor Smith sent you, so yeah. It will only take a few hours and I’ll pay you well - 25 gold each, with 5 gold each paid up front.”
Once again, Clark seemed to be much more accepting of the logic than Arthur was. The amnesiac had to wonder just how this business leader and the doctor knew each other. He also had to wonder what kind of meeting this was that required this lady to have bodyguards. But he didn’t have to wonder whether or not he wanted to do this; in this case, the reward was worth the risk, and if things got too sketchy he could protect his friend while they left. “I’ll do it.”
The cricket wasn’t interested in this sort of work, but he also knew Arthur had no money and knew this woman wanted two bodyguards. If he refused this job, his friend could be out of work as well. “Same here.”
“Splendid! Be here at 8 AM tomorrow. Thank you so much, that will be all!”
Thundercloud
Unbelievable. Not only did the rainbow fag dodge his most recent hit, some leftover weaboo shields had protected the other girl. At least they were gone now.
“'Thundercloud. "Maybe it should be 'Skittles'... cuz you're about to taste the rainbow."
Wow, just when Hot Topic couldn’t get any lamer, he went ahead and said that. Not only that, but nothing happened! Some Skittles sounded good right now though. Did the vending machine have any of those?
Oh, right. Gotta focus. The guy with homo rainbow powers was trying to do something, though Thundercloud wasn’t sure what. His glowy powerup showed a little promise, but apparently all this fruit could do is talk. Not that he minded, of course. This shit got old an hour ago. While the dead man’s girlfriend talked to the woman on the ground, Thundercloud started charging another attack. He’d kill the queer first, then focus on-
"...the brigHTER THE RAINBOWWW!"
Wait, what was-
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” the villain yelled, letting his electricity loose at random targets out of figurative shock. Thundercloud put his hands on his eyes, rubbing them desperately in an attempt to reduce the pain.
“I’LL KILL ALL YOU SUPERS! FUCK!”
In his rage and blindness, the fat man was unable to see what any of the heroes were doing, but he did decide to power up yet another attack for when things returned to normal. He also didn’t see that one of his random strikes was heading straight for Kestrel.
Downtown Lafayette City
Meanwhile, outside near the Lafayette Financial Building, the police were having a difficult time with things. Though a few of the Storm Troopers had uncharacteristically surrendered, more than enough had arrived to take their place. It was a bloody battle; many cops had fallen and more likely would as time passed. But the weather-themed soldiers were going down as well.
And then, suddenly, the remaining ones stopped fighting. The cops could hear their conversation briefly:
“Why are we out here?”
“Weren’t we supposed to be inside?”
“What’s going on?”
And other questions of that nature.
The police weren’t really interested in the nature of their enemy’s orders though; whether it was the execution of a proper strategy or the desire to see their fallen avenged, they took advantage of the momentary lull to strike, shooting the storm troopers with a surge of bullets. Now, with only three members left, the electric-themed adversaries decided enough was enough.
“We surrender,” one said as they all put their hands in the air and dropped their weapons.
<Snipped quote by Dark Cloud>
Hullo lazy, its nice to meet u, i'm guccicorn ^-^
@Zapdos ... look what youve turned me into QwQ
Congratulations, this is the first step to maturity haha
@fusagi we are still open, yes! I'd say PM me once you've read all of the story's posts and I'll get you a link to the Discord.
“Y-yeah, you’re right,” Clark responded, motioning for Arthur to follow him to join the caravan. It was clear to the cricket’s traveling companion that Clark much more nervous than he was, despite having done this before. Arthur told himself he’d be brave, even though his nerves were telling him a different story.
As the caravan moved into the city proper, Arthur took the chance to look around and observe what he could see of Irris, being sure to stay on the lookout for Charity Lane. While he hadn’t seen it so far, he had seen enough of the city to figure out that Irris was a place of many contrasts. There were nice neighborhoods with fancy houses for a few people guarded by fancy looking gates a block or two away from slums crammed with many more people than that. There were many people working for an honest living and people committing crimes just far enough away that those honest people could plausibly deny seeing them. And even where Arthur and Clark were now, there were ornate shopping buildings next to run-down market stalls.
The man noticed the caravan was starting to spread out as it got further into Irris. Some of the people were going to the lower part of the city, some were heading to different parts of the market, and others were heading in other directions entirely. The man couldn’t help scanning for the direction where the prisoner wagon was going. He didn’t know where Charity Lane was, but hopefully it was in a different-
DINGDONGDINGDONGDINGDONG! The sudden ring of a bell, this one quicker and even louder than the one he heard before, interrupted Arthur’s thoughts. This was immediately followed by distinct, panicked yelling. “The prisoner has escaped! THE PRISONER HAS ESCAPED! ALL UNITS-”
The source of the alert was quickly silenced, presumably by the frog. “We should get out of here,” Clark whispered. Arthur agreed and was about to start running, but the former convict hopped right in front of the pair!
“Prison food is so bland. I think I’d like a little snack,” the frog menacingly said, instantly stretching his tongue out at Clark. The cricket froze in place, expecting the worst, but out of instinct Arthur grabbed the tongue with his hands! He then pulled the appendage like it was a chain attached to a ball, moving the frog’s body so it would slam against a nearby building with significant force.
Only after doing this did Arthur consciously realize that yes, he could fight and yes, he could win. This was surprising to say the least, and the man was definitely still scared of his amphibian opponent, but he knew he would not back down. Arthur took a step in front of Clark and got into a defensive fighting stance, preparing himself for however the frog planned on countering him next.
As the caravan moved into the city proper, Arthur took the chance to look around and observe what he could see of Irris, being sure to stay on the lookout for Charity Lane. While he hadn’t seen it so far, he had seen enough of the city to figure out that Irris was a place of many contrasts. There were nice neighborhoods with fancy houses for a few people guarded by fancy looking gates a block or two away from slums crammed with many more people than that. There were many people working for an honest living and people committing crimes just far enough away that those honest people could plausibly deny seeing them. And even where Arthur and Clark were now, there were ornate shopping buildings next to run-down market stalls.
The man noticed the caravan was starting to spread out as it got further into Irris. Some of the people were going to the lower part of the city, some were heading to different parts of the market, and others were heading in other directions entirely. The man couldn’t help scanning for the direction where the prisoner wagon was going. He didn’t know where Charity Lane was, but hopefully it was in a different-
DINGDONGDINGDONGDINGDONG! The sudden ring of a bell, this one quicker and even louder than the one he heard before, interrupted Arthur’s thoughts. This was immediately followed by distinct, panicked yelling. “The prisoner has escaped! THE PRISONER HAS ESCAPED! ALL UNITS-”
The source of the alert was quickly silenced, presumably by the frog. “We should get out of here,” Clark whispered. Arthur agreed and was about to start running, but the former convict hopped right in front of the pair!
“Prison food is so bland. I think I’d like a little snack,” the frog menacingly said, instantly stretching his tongue out at Clark. The cricket froze in place, expecting the worst, but out of instinct Arthur grabbed the tongue with his hands! He then pulled the appendage like it was a chain attached to a ball, moving the frog’s body so it would slam against a nearby building with significant force.
Only after doing this did Arthur consciously realize that yes, he could fight and yes, he could win. This was surprising to say the least, and the man was definitely still scared of his amphibian opponent, but he knew he would not back down. Arthur took a step in front of Clark and got into a defensive fighting stance, preparing himself for however the frog planned on countering him next.
“Don’t fall asleep,” Clark told Arthur.
“Huh?” Despite being with the cricket for the entire time he could remember, Arthur wasn’t entirely used to his mind reading ability yet.
“If something happens, I can’t really fight. I can jump, and sure that’s fun, but that doesn’t help you at all.”
“Right, thanks.” They settled into a sort of silence after that; Clark was fiddling with a stick while Arthur tried to stay awake.
Losing focus and without much else to talk about, Arthur asked the cricket “so, if this area is so bad, why do you live close to it?” Even lost in his own thoughts earlier, Arthur had noticed the two locations weren’t significantly far away from each other.
“Oh, it’s not like Irris; back home, the Queen keeps us safe.”
“The Queen?”
Clark started drawing a little map with the stick in the dirt. “See, where we are now is by the river, which is the border.” Saying this, he pointed to a loose approximation of the spot they were at. “Later, we’ll go up the river and cross the bridge; then we’ll be on the road near Irris where the caravan will be.” After that, he drew a little arrow in the dirt to illustrate what he just said. “Everything beyond the river is human land. Where we are is bug land, and this land is safe for all of insectkind because of the queen. See, above ground is where people like me, the butterflies, and so on live. Below,” he continued as he poked the dirt with the stick, “is where the queen and her kind live. Tons of ants, all in service to Her Majesty. If there’s trouble up here, they’d help us, and vice versa. And that’s why I can live in Fletcherville; lots of humans might hate us, but in a group, they fear us even more. More importantly, there’s good people there.” This last, the cricket said with his usual enthusiasm.
Arthur smiled and was about to acknowledge that point, but he heard something in the distance. It was...
“Huh?” Despite being with the cricket for the entire time he could remember, Arthur wasn’t entirely used to his mind reading ability yet.
“If something happens, I can’t really fight. I can jump, and sure that’s fun, but that doesn’t help you at all.”
“Right, thanks.” They settled into a sort of silence after that; Clark was fiddling with a stick while Arthur tried to stay awake.
Losing focus and without much else to talk about, Arthur asked the cricket “so, if this area is so bad, why do you live close to it?” Even lost in his own thoughts earlier, Arthur had noticed the two locations weren’t significantly far away from each other.
“Oh, it’s not like Irris; back home, the Queen keeps us safe.”
“The Queen?”
Clark started drawing a little map with the stick in the dirt. “See, where we are now is by the river, which is the border.” Saying this, he pointed to a loose approximation of the spot they were at. “Later, we’ll go up the river and cross the bridge; then we’ll be on the road near Irris where the caravan will be.” After that, he drew a little arrow in the dirt to illustrate what he just said. “Everything beyond the river is human land. Where we are is bug land, and this land is safe for all of insectkind because of the queen. See, above ground is where people like me, the butterflies, and so on live. Below,” he continued as he poked the dirt with the stick, “is where the queen and her kind live. Tons of ants, all in service to Her Majesty. If there’s trouble up here, they’d help us, and vice versa. And that’s why I can live in Fletcherville; lots of humans might hate us, but in a group, they fear us even more. More importantly, there’s good people there.” This last, the cricket said with his usual enthusiasm.
Arthur smiled and was about to acknowledge that point, but he heard something in the distance. It was...
Arthur accepted Clark’s offer, following him through a windy wooden trail to where he would eventually end up; the village of Fletcherville. It had the appearance of a fairly small town and it looked almost improvised due to the way the residences and buildings were built; there were lots of small wooden shacks with the odd one-story ranch house interspersed here and there. Yet the village did not look derelict; the buildings were all decorated with plants, some even being used as important parts of the structures, such as the thick ivy roof in the doctor’s office Clark had led Arthur inside of.
The more unusual part, for someone not used to such things, was that the cricket’s “people” were actually a variety of different human-sized bugs. Butterflies, ladybugs, and spiders were among the different ones Arthur saw, and this included the man he was now talking to while Clark sat nearby. Doctor Smith was a centipede. An educated centipede that had given the amnesiac man a physical earlier and was now finishing asking him a series of questions.
“And you don’t feel light headed at all?”
“No. Like I said, I was hungry and thirsty earlier, but that’s it.”
“Well Arthur, the good news is I don’t think the memory loss is from disease. You’re perfectly healthy. The bad news is that I can’t cure your memory myself.”
The man felt dejected at the news. “Nothing at all?”
“I said ‘myself.’ There might be a way to do it, but it’s a long shot.”
“How?” Arthur felt at this point he would do anything to know who he was.
“There’s a fruit called a Sun Berry. It’s in the shape of a small sphere, the size of a grape, and is an extremely bright white color - hence the name. It’s said that when one is eaten, it gives the eater extreme mental clarity, like sunshine after a storm. Based on what I’ve read of people who ate it, it will likely restore your memory.”
“That’s great!” A lead was finally in sight. “Do you know where I can get one?”
“No. I literally just said I can’t cure your memory myself.” Arthur couldn’t tell, but he thought he saw the doctor roll his eyes as he was going through a nearby cabinet. “The berry is extremely rare, so it’s not like you can just buy it at the store.”
“What should I do, then?”
“Well, you can start by delivering this.” Finishing his words, the centipede gave the man a jar the size of a dictionary filled with some kind of red powder.
The doctor had just made a big deal about what he couldn’t do, so this confused Arthur. “…how will this cure my memory?”
“It won’t. My time isn’t free and I know neither of you have gold, so you and Clark can deliver that to my patient instead. He lives in the human town and this is cheaper than mailing it.”
For the first time in a while, the cricket spoke up. “Wait, why both of us? I-”
“Can you read the word in my mind right now?” the centipede asked scornfully. He looked at Clark, waiting as long as he needed to get the point across.
After about a minute, Clark sighed. “Fine, I’ll guide him there. Who are we giving this to?”
The more unusual part, for someone not used to such things, was that the cricket’s “people” were actually a variety of different human-sized bugs. Butterflies, ladybugs, and spiders were among the different ones Arthur saw, and this included the man he was now talking to while Clark sat nearby. Doctor Smith was a centipede. An educated centipede that had given the amnesiac man a physical earlier and was now finishing asking him a series of questions.
“And you don’t feel light headed at all?”
“No. Like I said, I was hungry and thirsty earlier, but that’s it.”
“Well Arthur, the good news is I don’t think the memory loss is from disease. You’re perfectly healthy. The bad news is that I can’t cure your memory myself.”
The man felt dejected at the news. “Nothing at all?”
“I said ‘myself.’ There might be a way to do it, but it’s a long shot.”
“How?” Arthur felt at this point he would do anything to know who he was.
“There’s a fruit called a Sun Berry. It’s in the shape of a small sphere, the size of a grape, and is an extremely bright white color - hence the name. It’s said that when one is eaten, it gives the eater extreme mental clarity, like sunshine after a storm. Based on what I’ve read of people who ate it, it will likely restore your memory.”
“That’s great!” A lead was finally in sight. “Do you know where I can get one?”
“No. I literally just said I can’t cure your memory myself.” Arthur couldn’t tell, but he thought he saw the doctor roll his eyes as he was going through a nearby cabinet. “The berry is extremely rare, so it’s not like you can just buy it at the store.”
“What should I do, then?”
“Well, you can start by delivering this.” Finishing his words, the centipede gave the man a jar the size of a dictionary filled with some kind of red powder.
The doctor had just made a big deal about what he couldn’t do, so this confused Arthur. “…how will this cure my memory?”
“It won’t. My time isn’t free and I know neither of you have gold, so you and Clark can deliver that to my patient instead. He lives in the human town and this is cheaper than mailing it.”
For the first time in a while, the cricket spoke up. “Wait, why both of us? I-”
“Can you read the word in my mind right now?” the centipede asked scornfully. He looked at Clark, waiting as long as he needed to get the point across.
After about a minute, Clark sighed. “Fine, I’ll guide him there. Who are we giving this to?”
@Guccicorn you are next!
grabbed a cup filled with fresh water and threw the liquid on his face. Suddenly, the man felt like he wasn’t the crazy one here.
“What was that for?” he asked. He might have been more irritated if the whole situation was less absurd.
“Oh, you didn’t want that?” the cricket curiously asked.
“No!”
“Sorry.” The response was conversational and plain, not particularly apologetic at all. And after the cricket said this, he resumed tending to the fire as if nothing had happened at all. The man wasn’t sure what was going on anymore; after the cricket finished his job, he just stood there with a small smile, watching the flames. Was all of this some hallucination brought on by a lack of food and water? Finally, after a few minutes, the cricket spoke up: “this’s real.”
“...what?”
“You’re wondering if this is all real or something. Right?”
“...right.” Seriously, what was going on here?
“YES!” The cricket literally jumped for joy, grinning like a child opening birthday presents. “I did it!”
“What did you do?”
“Oh, I can read minds, but only a little.” He made a very small gap between his thumb and index finger, as if to illustrate his point. “Like your ‘hallucination’ or ‘water’ words from before, not like whole thoughts and such. I’m practicing to get better though!” This last part, he said with great enthusiasm.
The man’s eyes widened, excited by the possibility he just imagined. “Maybe you can practice by helping me with my memory? I can’t seem to remember anything about myself.”
“Nah, I’m not that good. I’unno anything about you, like why you were on that beach so long,” the cricket responded with a shrug, “just thought you might be cold.”
“Uh...thanks. Was the smoke you too?”
“My fire made the smoke, so yes?” For once, the cricket was the one who sounded confused.
“Never mind.” The man supposed it was better to focus on one mystery at a time, and this cricket could probably help him with an easier one. “Could I have some more water please?”
“Sure!” The cricket then grabbed a clay bottle, poured some water into the cup from before, and splashed it on the man’s face again.
“I meant to drink.”
“Oh,” was all the cricket said before filling up the cup once more and giving it to the man.
“Thank you.” Despite the absurdity of what had happened to him, the man couldn’t help but appreciate that he had ended up somewhere safe, at least for now. Whatever had happened, things certainly could have gone a lot worse for him, so he supposed it was time to solve another easy mystery. “So, what’s your name?”
“I’m Clark! I’m a cricket. Did you know that?”
“...yes. So what are you doing out here by yourself?”
“What was that for?” he asked. He might have been more irritated if the whole situation was less absurd.
“Oh, you didn’t want that?” the cricket curiously asked.
“No!”
“Sorry.” The response was conversational and plain, not particularly apologetic at all. And after the cricket said this, he resumed tending to the fire as if nothing had happened at all. The man wasn’t sure what was going on anymore; after the cricket finished his job, he just stood there with a small smile, watching the flames. Was all of this some hallucination brought on by a lack of food and water? Finally, after a few minutes, the cricket spoke up: “this’s real.”
“...what?”
“You’re wondering if this is all real or something. Right?”
“...right.” Seriously, what was going on here?
“YES!” The cricket literally jumped for joy, grinning like a child opening birthday presents. “I did it!”
“What did you do?”
“Oh, I can read minds, but only a little.” He made a very small gap between his thumb and index finger, as if to illustrate his point. “Like your ‘hallucination’ or ‘water’ words from before, not like whole thoughts and such. I’m practicing to get better though!” This last part, he said with great enthusiasm.
The man’s eyes widened, excited by the possibility he just imagined. “Maybe you can practice by helping me with my memory? I can’t seem to remember anything about myself.”
“Nah, I’m not that good. I’unno anything about you, like why you were on that beach so long,” the cricket responded with a shrug, “just thought you might be cold.”
“Uh...thanks. Was the smoke you too?”
“My fire made the smoke, so yes?” For once, the cricket was the one who sounded confused.
“Never mind.” The man supposed it was better to focus on one mystery at a time, and this cricket could probably help him with an easier one. “Could I have some more water please?”
“Sure!” The cricket then grabbed a clay bottle, poured some water into the cup from before, and splashed it on the man’s face again.
“I meant to drink.”
“Oh,” was all the cricket said before filling up the cup once more and giving it to the man.
“Thank you.” Despite the absurdity of what had happened to him, the man couldn’t help but appreciate that he had ended up somewhere safe, at least for now. Whatever had happened, things certainly could have gone a lot worse for him, so he supposed it was time to solve another easy mystery. “So, what’s your name?”
“I’m Clark! I’m a cricket. Did you know that?”
“...yes. So what are you doing out here by yourself?”
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