"I thought I told you I didn't want your help," he said, licking his lips nervously. When there was no response, he sat up straighter and looked around, "Hello? Hello? Hello?"
"You're glitching again, dearie."
The shorter man….was he a man? He didn't look like any man Glitch had ever encountered before. Or maybe he did. He did look sort of familiar….either way, this maybe- or-maybe-not a man emerged from the shadows of a nearby tree, looking a little too happy for Glitch's liking.
"Oh. Sorry," Glitch looked down, shoving some dirt around with a branch and refusing to meet those strange, golden eyes.
"I don't know why you keep resisting me," he sighed, crouching down across from him, "Do you even know how many times I've come to you, offering my help?"
"You…you were here last night….and….the night before….?"
"And the night before that, and even...the night before that."
Glitch bit the inside of his lip. He really only remembered last night. Everything else was just a guess, "Well, then you should know I don't want your help."
"Do you even remember my name, Ambrose?"
"What did you call me?"
He simple sighed, leaning back against the log and crossing his leg over his knee, "You're only making things difficult for yourself. I've yet to lie to you."
"Please stop."
"I know exactly where your marbles are."
"My queen wouldn't want me to-"
"-The queen, the queen…everybody is so loyal to their queens," his spread his fingers dramatically, not reigning back his frustration, "you don't even know who your queen is."
"I know she was a good person. She wouldn't want me to make any sort of deal with you."
"Was…?"
"I-is. She is."
"All I want is a teeny, tiny bit of information. It wouldn't even harm you in any way. You'd get your brain back, and all this glitching business will have been a bad dream."
"No. The answer will always be no…Rumpelstiltskin."
Rumpelstiltskin smirked, "Do you think that just because you remembered my name, all will be well?"
"Go away."
"Fine," he rose, dusting off his sleeves theatrically, "but I promise you, no matter what I plan to do with it, the sunseeder in the hands of Azkadellia will always be far worse."
Glitch refused to look up, carefully listening to Rumpelstiltskin's as he began to walk away.
"Wait!" he suddenly looked up, "What's a sunseed-"
Rumpelstiltskin had disappeared. Glitch sighed and resumed playing with the stick. He'd find another way to get his marbles back. Somehow.