As she stirred awake after some long time, Violet didn't move any muscle at first. Surprising softness in the form of a pillow, sat beneath her head. Both the blanket that resided above her resting form, and the mattress that she was lying on, created consoling comfort. The smell of a sweet, fresh apple cinder coming from the right, provided a wondrous want for a drink over a mandatory need. And then there was the constant sound flow of a clock ticking, along with delightful animal squeaks that came from some inches away, in which produced a pleasant harmony hearing experience.
Once she took all of that in, she finally let her eyes open and made her limbs move. She rose up into sitting, slowly turning her head in the direction of the apple scent. When she saw the thin, long glass cup filled with juice positioned on a small table at her bedside, her pupils grew wide. She had started reaching out for it, and the note that was attached to the bottom. But she stopped herself, deciding that she should look around at the new shelter she found herself in.
She was in one of two beds, hers being on the left while the other was on the right. What donned the floor underneath the beds was a wide-spread carpet, having the deepest ocean aqua as a hue. All of the four walls shared similar half beige, half grass-green backgrounds, with there being abstract: trees, flowers, shading of bright white sunlight, far drawn hills, and fruit being sprouted from the ground and hanging from branches. While there was only one black-wooden window to look through, it showed a grand view of the winter forestland outside, along with the visible presence of a squirrel sitting on the outside windowsill. And the ceiling held two round lights, along with both straight and crooked patterns of dotted lines, containing pavement paints of grey and close to the sky's natural blue.
Such a collection of colors, and of illustrations environments that would match any summers' day, was a pair of somethings that Violet kept her sight trained on. The same could be said for the beds, the presence of actual complete pieces of other furniture, and the warmth solidarity that the whole room held. She gave each seeable inch second, third, and/or fourth look. It had been a long while since she has seen a bedroom, along with some representation of a bright sunny day.
Feeling that her has-been sleeping limbs were awaking, Violet slowly slid her legs across until they were pulled over the beds' edge. Sitting up in a more straighter manner, she let her feet hang. She looked back to the glass of apple juice, and then to the note. Despite the urging of her taste buds, she grabbed a hold of the note. And then with a simplistic pull, the tape attaching it to the drink was disconnected, and the note was opened.
Being out-out in the cold would cause anyone one to freeze. Therefore you're free to drink this drink as much as you please. And once you're ready walk, we'll be downstairs waiting to talk! -T1 AND T2.
Although the rhyming present was weird to her, along with many questions being raised in her head, the free glass of juice caught her immediate attention. She set the note aside, and at first just let her gaze remain fixated. Then with a hesitant, trembling hand, she reached out to the glass. Once she wrapped her fingers around the cup, she slowly brought it back towards her. She gave the note a glance, then sent two more to the two separate mint-themed doors. Seeing and hearing no opening movement, she looked down to the juice containing no ice.
Taking a stuffed breath, she raised the drink to her lips and took a sip. Right after letting the taste tickle her tongue, her eyes widened incredibly. Before she could even swallow said sip, she threw her head back. The rest of the apple cider swiftly poured into her mouth. Then all of the juice was allowed to sit, making her cheeks blow up, as well as causing every ounce of sweetness to be sucked out. And then, once nothing but the liquid form of plain apple remained, it was aloud to go down her throat.
As she automatically put the cup back onto the small table, Violet let her astonishment silently light up every feature of her face. She gently rubbed her thumb against her lips. She gathered the tiny remnants of leaked juice together, before she went on to lick it all off her thumb. The deliciousness of this juice was something she hadn't tasted in a long while. So she made sure to consume, and cherish every bit.
Once that was done, Violet stood up from the bed. Before she would go down whatever amounts of stairs, and meet whoever brought her here, she looked down at her clothing. Her jacket, long jeans, and shoes were missing. All that remained in their place was: the comfortable but ugly stale green sweater she'd been wearing for days, the awful brown skirt that she torn several times in disgust, and a normal pair of socks that she was fine on wearing. While the disappearance of her winter-appropriate clothing struck her as uncomfortable, Violet had to settle for this old outfit she'd been baring, to be seen.
After picking up the note and keeping it in her left-hand grasp, she gave the noticeable dual dressers and wardrobes thoughtful glances. Although she thought about walking over and searching through them for better clothes, she ultimately decided against that. She might get whoever brought her here angry, and that wouldn't be good at all for her. She's had enough experience with seeing anger to know that being on the receiving end, was a situation she never wanted to endure. So she kept herself away from the clothing containers, and then turned her focus to the two separate doors leading out.
She made a simple guess for which one lead to the stairs, and went on to open up said guess door. What lied on the other side was a length short hallway. While two other doors were connected to the opposite wall, the left and right turning paths lead off to two different destinations. To the left lied a supposed dead end, while the right lead to a descending stairway. Violet gave the puff dotted walls and sunny sky ceiling odd looks. And then after she let her gaze linger on the two other doors, she proceeded to head down to the second floor.
Once her feet left the dark oak stairs, and met the brown-blonde wooden ground floor, Violet was left to be stumped. Vibrant yellows stretched out from upper and lower corners of walls, in which peacefully resided high and low against mismatched red and black checker squares, and seemingly endless lines of whirling fence illustrations. Up above, besides there being short crescent-shaped lights that gave off wide illumination, a calm wave of glossy monochrome was spread out. And while there were three paved directions to go, a near 6-foot street post having miniature finger-pointing glove hands, had vertical oval signs telling which way lead to what.
The way Violet came from lead to the bedrooms, and a music chamber. Going right would lead to the laundromat, and to the inventing basement. Going left would lead to the reading den, and to the sport 'arena' And going forward would lead to the kitchen, dining and living rooms, front door, and a four-fingered glove fist knocking on the wall.
Being bewildered by seeing the sudden appearing fist, Violet rubbed her eyes believing that she was hallucinating. When she was proven wrong by a rhythmic set of more knocks, she took a few advancing steps and tried squinting her eyes. But then as the fist stuck out two fingers in her direction, she halted. A flurry of motions flew about: pointed gestures flinging toward her, the leftward room from where the fist emerged, and then a calling welcome with all fingers kindly pulling back. And then once the fist gave the wall one more knock, it proceeded to swipe itself back into the room, with a flow of swift taps of shoes and slaps of hands following after.
Walking at an uneasy pace, Violet headed toward the doorway. However as she grew closer, she had to slow her speed. A savory, fresh scent of melted butter and warm like-bread had met her nose. Such a long-gone familiar, and now-more foreign standing pair of scents, were a delight to intake. Although she was disappointingly unsure on what was food being cooked.
Firstly peaking her head past the doorway, Violet looked in to see the contents of dining area, and a rather distant kitchen. There was a burgundy table that was set off a bit to the left, with three sets of silverware set up. Along the walls going toward the kitchen, there was a few pictures of singular dishes that might drive anyone a little hungry. Within the seeable and long width breath of a kitchen, one individual was working away at the stove. The individual's height was near that of the hands-street post, their hair was blue and sticking outward in mostly upward directions, and their lively movements whilst cooking gave off clear enjoyment.
A want to call out to the cooking individual made Violet open her mouth. But moments before sound could be uttered, she stopped herself. An uncomfortable expression shut down the thought of talking, and she resorted to making her way over to the table. And instead of pulling out a chair and sitting, she stayed standing with hands gradually being planted against her sides.
A clatter of spoon and spatula from the apron wearer caught Violets' focus. The cooking individual then slid to the right, having arms be held still off to the left. Then the blue haired being, grabbing a hold of the only plate covered by food, strolled backwards until they passed by the kitchen counter. For a seconds they stood quiet, slightly moving their knees up and down, while their back facing the Beauregarde girl.
Then unexpectedly, the plate housing a light-brown flat cake was thrown up! The action made Violet start reaching her arm out. But then the other, still free hand was raised palm up, and caught the plate with ease. Four back-jogging steps were taken, and the plate thrown up again. Before Violet could move any muscle, the individual fell back to the floor. To her surprise, they held their feet up, while their hands pressed themselves to the ground. And again with ease, the plate was caught.
Once the plate was gently maneuvered onto on shoes' bottom, it was sent flying into the air again. The individual with stunning flexibility, flipped back up into standing and held both hands out. Just as the dish had landed, one shoes' tip were lowered and met the ground straightly. Then the individual began to twirl around, going about over and over until they were full on spinning. Amongst the repeated revolving that'd make anyone dizzy, the individual neared Violet by walking, in which was brought on by the between switching of tips of toes. And with each three inches they got closer, the plate was forced to soar again and again, landing upon hands that were stretched out and pulled inward repeatedly.
Only when the Individual was mere feet away from her, did a mistake occur. The force put behind the next toss, made the plate and flat cake flip away. Acting quickly without having no gained wobbliness, the blue haired individual stop spinning and sprinted. Then they stomped their feet to a halt, turned right around, and hopped up in quick flash. First the cake was caught, and then the plate. And as they spun around with back facing first, they placed the flat cake onto the dish, and back-jogged with haste.
The individual twisted back to facing the purple skinned girl, crouching in the meanwhile, and waved a hand in greeting while holding the plate out. Thus revealing their curious facial features. Dark orange/brown irises resided in round-shaped eyes. Black thick eyebrows sat atop said eyes. A thin, short nose with a pointy button-like tip, was settled up in a height close to the lower eye socket then any humans' would be. And then there was the scary, non-existent presence of no upper-lip that created a wide chilling grin.
If one were to compare that last facial detail, with the middle sized normal lower-lip that created a friendly smile, some similar semblance of a terror expression matching Violets' could form. Having very wide eyes, mouth, and close-to still movement from all facial functions. And concerning how her body was handling this, she was as still as a statue made out of hard rock. She didn't know how to move, what to say, or how to even function at this blue haired male.
Unlike her however, he knew what to exactly do. After raising and then leaning his body over to set the plate down, he did a swift 180°. He seemed to take a long breath, letting his gloved hands fall to his sides. Then he turned back around, holding his hand out while showing that he now has a upper lip.
The intended effect of soothing her fear seemed to somewhat work. While Violet almost jumped, the terror that was present slowly diminished. What took place upon her face was bewilderment, an emotion more better then fear. In that state of feeling confusion, Violet was able to accept the offered hand by grasping it. And then the two brought both hands up and down, the male being more energized then her by a mile.
After blinking his right and then left eye systematically, he nodded his head toward the plate. Once Violet gave it a glance, she become more confused. At her scrunching expression, he moved around her and walked to the near table-end chair. He patted it, then the edge of the plate, and pointed to her. Surprise drove away the her confusion, with one twitchy index finger being directed at herself for reaffirmation. At his solid nod, she paced over to the chair, while he went back to his previous crouched spot.
As Violet pulled the chair out and sat down in it, he shocked her with a sudden backward cartwheel. Then a following backflip channeled visual amazement, with two more acrobatic movements furthering her stunned state. But when he was supposedly done, the jolted astonishment was made to share space with curiosity. The blue haired male had reached behind a short column, and pulled out a unopen syrup bottle. It only took a few moments of thinking until Violet made the logical guess, and sat with increased wonder.
Her eyes trailed the shaking motions he put the bottle through. Then once it was placed next to her plate, she watched wordlessly as the cap was twisted off, and the plastic circle covering was removed. When he placed the cap back on, he gave her a thumbs up. Without waiting to she her reply, he hightailed it back to the kitchen and went back to cooking, if there was any more to do.
As Violet eyed the syrup bottle, something was dropped down to the side of her seat. Looking over, she took in a deep breath and gulped. While the appearance of a strange white colored, squared basket was strange, the metallic three pronged arm that hovered over it was frightening. Leaning herself to the right with her body attempting to not shake, she followed the arms' length to the source. What she saw standing in the doorway, was another blue haired male. Although he shared all facial features as the first, he was wearing a red visible sweater, that contained a stomach placed white 1. And most importantly he had a metal backpack, with had four long arms extended from the sides, presently on his back.
Once his eyes met hers, he glanced to the basket. When she didn't dare turn away, he silently sighed. Then he wrapped his gloved hands around one of two joysticks, specifically sprung out from the inner side of his backpack handles, and pressed down on one side button of two on said joystick. With a simple tug, the arm looming close to Violet retreated and hovered near its operator.
As he once again glanced to the basket, adding in the tilt of his head for extra direction of attention, Violet decided to then follow. Peering down into the baskets' interior, there was an recognizable article of clothing, as well as two items she thought were missing. Her jacket being neatly folded, the candle in the cup, and her box of matches. Thinking ahead that maybe her jeans were underneath the jacket, she reached down and pulled the corner of the garment. And sure enough, her jeans AND her black beanie were lying beneath.
The loud clapping of hands drew Violets' sight to the kitchen. Emerging from the kitchen with tapping feet, the first of the two blue haired males she had seen, came out with two plates harboring each hand. As he headed to the table, the backpack wearer marched to the seat left of Violet. Using one of his metal arms, he pulled the seat aside. Then as he sat, he used another appendage to push the chair in. Seeing as the two other plates were meant for them both, the backpack wearer let another arm move toward the other male. The plates were hauled away some inches from the beckoning, three claw-like digits, with a risen brow indicating a mute question.
A short wait played out between them both, it was clear no answer was going to come from the backpacker wearer. The cook of the two shrugged. He then held the plates forward, letting the metal digits wrap around the top-placed one. He watched as the dish was set down with ease, with him doing the same with his own. Then he swiftly took the apron off showing that he and the other were wearing near-matching sweaters, the only difference being that his bore a white 2. And with a strong tug and leap, the chair to Violets' right was pulled out and quickly occupied.
With his flat palm, the cook of the two males pressed down on the equally sized, red button with cream lettering that spelled out: Good Job. Not much longer then some deft moments later, did a grown friendly voice of a man sound off from the button. "Good Job Son!" Hearing that, the cook of two held up two thumbs, while the backpack wearer seemed to smile and flinch. Then they both turned to the purple-skinned girl, the former of them reaching deep into his left sleeve. He produced a very long and thin roll of paper, and didn't wait in revealing what its single page held.
Do you prefer Chocolate, Strawberry, Apple or Orange juice, or no refreshment?
Underneath that question, was 4 illustrated drinks with differing colors, and then a X representing the option of 'No'. As it was first being directed to Violet, she didn't long to point to the X. At her choice the cook of the two nodded, and did away with the paper roll by throwing it over his shoulder. Then he exchanged a knowing look with his twin, who gave the table two metal pats.
Reaching into their right sleeves, thin sets notecards kept together by dual rubber bands. Once the rubber bands were tugged off, the twins held the notecards outward. They let Violet read their worded contents. And after each pair of cards was read, the sets were shuffled to expose the next card in line.
T1: I'm Thing 1. T2: He's Thing 2.
T1: He's Thing 2. T2: Thing 2.
T1&T2: And we welcome you to our home!
T1: You were unconscious for a day. T2: So we thought to stir you a drink.
T1: A drink that is free of pay. T2: And would be as warm to the brink.
T1: We don't know where you're from. T2: Or who you are.
T1: So please introduce yourself. T2: So we can know the name of this purple girl who's bizarre.
They patted and tapped the table in sync, and tilted their heads to the sides in kind. They sat patiently, staring at the girl who slowly looked from 1 to 2, and then 2 to 1. As silence gained more and more moments of a presence, the smiles the twins bore had shrunken. They shrunk and shrunk until their lips formed thin lines. And then they lifted their heads to stand upright, having expressions showing concern.
Indifference, neutrality, and somberness. Every inch of the girls' previously expressing face, showed no sign of goodness or badness. Seeing such a sight, while it confused Thing 2 more then Thing 1, didn't faze him into just looking. He opted to show his next, solely whim-made notecard to confirm a possibility.
Can you speak? The sluggish nod from her spun his lip corners up. Then he showed the next card. If yes, why aren't you saying anything?" When he got no reply beyond blinking eyes, he let a few cards fall onto the table. Are you nervous? Afraid of us? Maybe you're just speechless? The multiple written guesses were given nothing but blinks.
Setting his cards down, he looked to Thing 1 to see he did the same. Their worry-prompted expressions matched, with lips lowering slightly at her display of quietness. Thing 1 raised one metal arm up, and brought it over to the syrup bottle. The trio of triangle-forming digits grabbed the bottles' neck, lifted the container, and then placed it next to Violets' plate.
Once the arm was retracted, Thing 2 directed his left hand to the bottle. While his right hand dug back into his left sleeve, he popped the upper half of the bottles' cap off. Then with a joyous yank, a pizza cutter was produced from the sleeve. With swift speed, it was sat on top of the flat cake.
After Thing 2 gestured to the food, he and Thing 1 waited again. The wait wasn't long, as Violet lowered her indifferent showing face toward the flat cake. Her fingers then shakenly took hold of not the pizza cutter, but the side resting fork. The four pronged utensil was inserted into the edge of the flat cake. And with a sudden thrust up, the slimmest piece of pancake was detached from the whole.
As she inserted the tiny bit into her mouth, the twin Things watched her with newfound curiosity. Then as she chewed up the miniscule fragment, a second glimmer of a smile was formed. Just a second glimmer, before her lips snapped back into forming a short neutral line. Then after swallow her first bite, she went ahead and got another of the same size, using the same speed.
Violet Beauregarde ate like a girl unsure if she allowed to eat, even after she was happily welcomed to.
