Notes: Mr. Fischoeder's first name is actually Calvin, I got tired of writing Mr. Fischoeder so many times. The signature on the note is supposed to be the 'creature's' full name, if you don't know the symbol you can just call him S or SS. If you're a Dresden buff, you might be able to guess what the Fischoeder family is, but if you're more of a Bob's Burger's person, don't worry, they will get explained in future chapters if I decide to write them. I know the semilogue isn't really a thing. Get over it. Lastly, this is my first writing project and I find that I'm really bad at keeping the flow when writing characters moving around, like in and out of the scene
Chapter 2
Fishoeder looks into the glass of the door to Bob's Burgers and straightens his perfectly tailored white suite, dapper he thinks to himself. Curiously taking note of the broken window, "Hello Bob" as he enters.
"Oh… Mr. Fishoeder, we are kind of in a crisis right now"
"Kind of?" Linda gasps, "Bobby our only child is missing and you say kind of!?"
"Only child… Linda, Tina and Gene are upstairs… Mr. Fisheater"
"Fishoeder"
Without missing a beat, "We are in an emergency right now, I hope you understand why the rent is going to be a bit late"
"That's not why I'm here, I just need to drop off a letter," as he places a manila envelope on the bar in front of Bob. Carelessly strolling towards the door, "You're two months behind on the rent, Bob. Your daughter was only kidnapped last night"
"Oh, well umm…" Bob snaps his head towards the door and rushes to catch Fishoeder, only to find that he was nowhere to be seen on either side of the street. How did he know Louise was kidnapped?
"He's not human"
A shocked Bob jumped and spilt the coffee he had just poured himself, luckily the piping hot liquid fell to the floor and Bob was spared 3rd degree burns.
Harry set a cup on the bar "Can I get some coffee?" as he shimmered into existence sitting on a bar stool holding his wooden staff against his shoulder, wearing his long leather duster over a… was that Chewbacca on his t-shirt?
Bob staring blankly at the man in front of him "You just… appeared."
Grinning, Harry raised his newest focus, a pair of silver rimmed glasses with incomprehensible etchings. "Coffee please" as he taps the cup. "These glasses belonged to a friend of my former Master's. A Dr. Griffon or something like that. Had my apprentice etch the formulas though, I've never had the knack for veils.
Pouring him a cup of coffee, "What's a veil, wait did you say master? Were you a slave?"
"More like a teacher-student relationship. He taught me some magic, but also much more than that. A veil is a type of spell, kind of like an illusion." Before Harry could be bombarded with further questions, "What's in the envelope?
Starting to come out of his shocked state, Bob reaches down and pulls out the contents of the envelope, a Ziploc bag with a lock of black hair, a folded piece of paper, and a picture of Louise. Bob looked at the picture with horror, Louise's hands tied behind a wooden chair, her feet tied to the legs of the chair and a single piece of rope around the back of her head and mouth, preventing her from talking.
Harry, giving Bob a moment to collect himself, grabs the letter and begins to read the scratchy print:
The Wonder Wharf, Midnight
Don't bring the Wizard
-§
"Bob, I'm going to need a sample of your daughter's hair. The hair in the envelope is probably hers but I can make sure of it. Don't worry, there's a little girl in trouble and no one is going to stop me from saving her. Excuse me, I need to make some calls." Harry headed back down to the basement and Bob thought he saw the strange man pull a ridged sandy brown and yellow seashell out of his jacket.
Semilogue
Mr. Fishoeder parks his golf cart just beside the Wonder Wharf entrance and pulls his silver flask to take a swig of an unknown liquid while he waits for his younger brother. He checks his pocket watch, 11:25. Felix eventually is dropped off by a black SUV driven by one of the Fishoeder nephews that the eldest Fishoeder never bothered to learn the names of. Felix has a bit of trouble crawling into the golf cart but eventually manages. Calvin speaks up as they drive onto the wharf to hide, "How reliable is §?"
Reassuringly Felix explains, "He was recommended to me by our cousin Asael in California. As long as our money is good, he should cooperate."
"He'd better. It's time for our family to be recognized and taking care of the infamous Harry Dresden is exactly what it will take."
"Oh, how lucky we are Dresden showed up."
Oo00oO
"Harry, I know you have a love-hate relationship with Chicago, but I actually like living there. Why did I get a call from Karrin telling me you needed my help in… where exactly is this?" Harry looked at his white court vampire half-brother Thomas incredulously as he stepped out of a white firebird wearing a white t-shirt under a black leather jacket. His dark curling hair fell just to his shoulders which accentuated his week old stubble and… damn it! He doesn't even work out!
"No time Thomas," Harry looked at his watch and ran to the Blue Beetle, a beat up Volkswagen with a red hood and green doors, "Hop in!"
"Can't we just take my car?" as he reluctantly grabbed a bag from his trunk and got in the passenger side of Harry's car, deciding not to ask why most of the interior fabric was pretty much missing.
Harry explained the plan he had come up with while waiting for Thomas to make the drive from Chicago. "That's not much of a plan, Harry. Like, not even half of one."
Harry eyed Thomas while driving towards the wharf, "When have my previous plans worked even half way? Don't we usually show up, then it all goes to shit?"
Thomas thought about it for about a second, "Fair point."
Oo00oO
Bob was terrified as he made his way to the wharf. His entire world was rocked the past day. Apparently magic exists, along with wizards, and horror movie creatures, not to mention Fishoeder's strange connection to everything going on. I'm just a restaurateur trying not to screw my kids up any worse than they are he thinks to himself. Bob parks his car at the entrance to the wharf, takes a deep breath and begins walking to the Ferris wheel taking little solace in the fact that his new tenant is supposedly lurking about invisible.
