See, this is what I usually write. So, this is just one of the many examples of what you can expect with this story series. I tend to write darker themes and such so I decided to lighten things up. Don't worry, this won't just be based on these set of people. I'm trying to include as many characters as I can from the game. Who knows, maybe even male Robin might make an appearance *wink wink*
It's the light tapping at her door that wakes her up.
Not her alarm clock. Not the sunshine seeping through her curtains. Not even the loud, grumbling coming from her stomach made her move from her spot. Only the knocking.
She gets up, almost robot-like and trudges her way to the front door, not even bothering to check her appearance or at least fix her disheveled hair. She's still in the same clothes she wore yesterday. She thinks it's fine.
She opens the door slowly and peeks outside. She finds herself face to face with a young man. His hands are neatly hidden behind his back and a smile is plastered onto his face. He has grey hair and a piercing on his left ear. Strange…she hasn't met this man before.
"Uh, hello?" she greets him.
His smile only seemed to grow larger. "Hello, good morning! Chrom didn't lie when he said we had someone new in the building. But he never told us it was a lady as beautiful as you…" He says while her a smoldering look.
She ignores his petty flirtations and questions him instead. "I'm sorry, but what's your name? And not to be rude or anything but is there also something you need?"
"My name's Inigo. A name I hope you come to know quite well. I came here to invite you to something and-"He reveals a bouquet of flowers from behind his back and hands them to her. "To give these to you."
She accepts the flowers and her confusion only grows. She blinks at him. "I see you're a man for flowers…but inviting me to places while you don't even know my name? I don't know…"
He gives her a sheepish grin. "Hehe, well…I-," he's at a loss for words.
"Robin. My name is Robin."
"Robin! A beautiful name for an even more beautiful woman. I know you're new here and I can imagine it must be a bit intimidating not knowing everyone, so I thought of inviting you to a little get together. If you go you can meet some of the other residences…and we can also learn of each other," he adds in the last part.
She frowns at his offer. "I don't know…would your friends be alright with me tagging along? You seem nice, but I don't know much of the others."
"I think you'd get along great! They're nice people, I've known them my whole life. Come now, no frowning, only smiles!"
She couldn't help herself, so she smiles. It might be a little awkward at first, but she was always a natural with people. She shrugs. "Sure, why not?"
"Really?!" He sounds surprised.
"You're the first girl to actually accept hanging out with me!" He coughs. "I mean…great! It'll be at six o' clock in the apartment number 101. Don't be late."
And with that he's off. She watches him speed off into the hallways until she can't see him at all. She goes back inside and closes the door behind her. She decides a vase would be best for the flowers.
…
Her alarm clock goes off letting her know it's six already. She's just finished getting ready. Since it's just a get together she decides to wear simple clothes. She's not for flashy or showy clothing, that's just not her style.
She's wearing a nice dark blouse with some shorts to accompany along with it. And to make her feel even more comfortable, an old hoodie of hers made by her own mother. It was black with purple stripes and markings around it. Not necessarily the most fashionable thing, but she always wore it when she was feeling a lit unsure of herself. A little memento of her mother.
In a few short strides she arrives at the man's doorstep. She stands a little bit straighter and raises her chin up. She knocks at his door with three sharp knocks…No response.
She knocks again a little bit harder…Nothing.
Worried he tricked her, she unleashes a flurry of hurried knocks at his door.
"Will ya keep your pants on? I'm coming, I'm coming," a gruff voice from inside said.
Her short lived sense of relief washed away when she saw the man who opened the door. He was a rugged, thuggish-looking young man with spiky blond hair and a scar stretching all across the left side of his face. He was the opposite of Inigo in that which he had a permanent scowl etched on his face.
"Well, whatcha want? Or are ya gonna stare at my pretty face all day?" he grunted.
Her confident stance from before deflated. "I-I'm Robin. I was, uh, looking for Inigo. I-Is he there?" she stammered out.
"Inigo? Why are you lookin' for lover boy? Aw, don't tell me he actually fooled a dame for once. You don't know whatcha got yourself into girly."
"Well he just invited me to a little get together at his place. He said it was going to be him and a couple of friends. I'm guessing you're one of them."
"The guy sure can be convincing when he wants to be. The name's Brady and ya still don't know what ya got yourself into."
He opened the door for her and motioned for her to get inside. He closed the door behind her and walked ahead, leading her to another room.
"Heya, Inigo! That girl ya talked to earlier is 'ere," Brady shouted.
The room where Brady led her to seemed to be the center of attention. A group of people seemed to be crowded around one another in a circle. There were some snacks on a table and there was faint music heard in the background. Among the unfamiliar faces was Inigo, being as social as ever. When Brady shouted that she was here, Inigo spun on his heels and turned to face her. He smiled and waved at her to come.
Robin slowly approached Inigo and his group of friends, which were now all staring at her. She tried her best not to look nervous and mustered a shy smile.
"Robin, meet the gang. Owain, Cynthia, Yarne, meet Robin."
"Wow, you look cool! Nice to meetcha, I'm Cynthia!" A girl with gray pigtails bounced forward.
"Ahoy there, friend! It seems fate has destined us to meet in this sanctuary. Today is a sacred gathering amongst friends. Come, join Owain Dark!"
"Owain, no one calls you that. Uh, hi, my name's Yarne." A timid-looking, hairy young man said.
Inigo was right about them being friendly…but he never said anything about them being strange.
"It's nice to meet you all! As Inigo introduced me before, I'm Robin. I moved here only just yesterday, so it's nice to have some friends early on."
Out of nowhere, Inigo sneaked his arm around her shoulders and tried to play it off cool. "Great! Now we can really get this started. But no get together is one without tea. Cynthia, mind getting it from the kitchen?"
"No problem! I'll get the super fancy teacups and everything, be right back!" And she rushed off in an instant.
"Tea?" Robin asked curiously, still eyeing Inigo's arm around her.
He chuckled. "I did say this was also a way to get to know each other, right? And what better way to know each other than through a nice cup of tea."
She gently unhooked his arm from around her. "Er, yes, I guess so. But, the others are joining in with us too, right?"
"Oh, uh, right right! Yeah…with everyone else. It's not like it was just going to be the two of us…" he sounded almost disappointed.
A few minutes ticked on by as she made small talk with the others as they waited for the tea, but there was no sign of Cynthia.
"What's takin' Cynthia so long? I finished that batch of tea just a while ago." Brady wondered, getting up to check up on her.
Right on cue, Cynthia bolted out of the kitchen with a tray of teacups and a teapot still steaming from its spout. "Don't worry, I got this! Prepare for your hot, steamy tea, friends because I, Cynthia, have come!" she shouted while making a weird stance.
"Cy-Cynthia, be careful. If you burn yourself by mistake that would be very bad… and painful." Yarne trembled. "Just the thought of getting hurt gives me goose bumps…"
Cynthia giggled. "Hehe. But wasn't that cool! I've been preparing to say that since- Whoa!"
Cynthia's babbling ceased immediately as she tripped and lost her footing. She fell forward with a loud 'thump', sprawled, face flat out on the floor. The tray she carried was no longer in her hands, instead it hurtled its way towards…
"OH GODS!"
Robin…
Robin shrieked in pain as the tea spilled all over her left arm. Her sleeve on her hoodie was completely drenched in the burning liquid, small droplets dripping onto her skin underneath.
"What I tell you about runnin' in the apartment! 'Specially with food and drinks!" Brady yelled.
"Oh no oh no, Robin!" Cynthia cried in despair.
Robin desperately unzipped her hoodie and yanked it off of her. Her skin was red, almost like a sunburn, where the tea fell. She hissed and tried to blow on the burn as though she was trying to put out a fire.
Inigo tried to calm her down by grabbing on tightly to her shoulders. "Calm down, Robin! Brady, I might need some help here!"
Brady who was studying to be a nurse knew how to quickly treat the burn. "Quick, get her under some cool water now! If it worsens, we'll have to take her to the hospital stat!"
"What?!" Robin shouted. She really did not want to go to the hospital on her second day here.
"Quit your squirming! We can't help you if ya keep movin' around! Now stay put!"
For ten agonizing minutes, Brady and Inigo put her arm under cool running water. Right behind Robin was Cynthia who would not stop apologizing. She went on for minutes upon minutes.
She swore Yarne was worse off that her. He kept going on and on about how he knew that this was a bad idea and how the "extinction" of the human race would happen sooner or later.
And of course Owain was not helping out at all because he kept shouting out something about how his "sword hand" twitching and his blood boiling from all this excitement.
By the amount of noise going on, she wouldn't be surprised if the cops came because the neighbors called.
In the end, it was the ambulance that came to take Robin to the hospital.
And this was only the start of the chaos that was her neighbors.
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! Again, feel free to leave your suggestions and ideas. I'll get to them soon enough, you will be heard, don't worry.
