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(Sorry, everyone, I made a mistake! I miscounted the days. These events are happening Monday, April 17th in quest. My bad!)
You hand over the manatee without giving it a second thought. It was cute. Too cute, in fact. Could’ve been a bomb. You don’t trust things wearing crowns either. You shall never forget this lesson no matter what. Like, you’ll never forget this monster’s face. He seems happy with his new toy, you wish you didn’t see his crooked smile, his teeth are sideways, this is not a human.
“My deepest gratitude! I shall never forget you two, earthlings. <span class="mu-s">N3v3r</span>.” The monstrous alien puts the plushy under his wing. His voice suddenly shifted inflections at the end there, turning much softer and out of breath, it’s hard to even call it the same voice, it even had static like an old-timey recording from 50 years ago.
“We won’t forget you either!” Wilvy smiles back. You wish you could though, he’s going to give you nightmares for the rest of your life.
The supposed-human makes his plushy wave goodbye as you part ways. Inside the station, you start questioning Wilvy’s actions.
“C’mon, man, don’t ever judge a book by its cover. Never ever. Drill that into your head, and never forget it.” Wilvy is a kind soul who also bullies you like a coward.
“What if the book was covered in blood, and all the pages were written with blood, and it was full of pictures of corpses from never-before-seen angles from many unsolved murders in it?” You raise an eyebrow.
“They sell those? That’s metal.” Wilvy can’t wait to get his hands on those.
“...You have no survival instincts.” You can’t ignore it.
“No worries, I don’t get involved in fights.” Wilvy doesn’t care that much.
After that, you two ride the train until it is time to split your separate ways. You live close-ish to one another, two stations apart, so you always end up hanging out longer than you have to, that’s how you became somewhat friendlier to each other.
The cold streets welcome you back. The journey home is the last remaining constant in your life, and the closest thing you feel to being welcomed somewhere. School sucks, your new apartment sucks, and you aren’t allowed at your old home. You were kicked out like a street rat by your stepfather after your mother’s death. It used to upset you, but not anymore, you hardly feel anything these days. The best perk of being unwanted anywhere, it’s that you feel at ease where nobody is.
...That doesn’t mean that you like the cold. You better get to your dad’s old apartment with shitty internet before it’s too late. Who are you kidding? You’re going to be scolded anyway.
Right outside the apartment building, there’s a stranger waiting for someone… or something. Sadly, you made eye contact with him, opening the opportunity to talk.
