Mayor- Leave the building, post-haste!

Uh, he's not outside yet. That door just led to a different room, this one slightly better lit than the other ones. Didn't I mention that it was dark out? Yeah, pretty sure that was the first thing I said in this story. Did you even pay attention? Unless you knew that he was still inside, then, good for you, I guess?

But anyways, the Mayor walked into the new room. This room was mildly unremarkable, to the Mayor's standards. And that's really something, due to the Mayor's current standard of "remarkable" being that the room contains more than one item of furniture. Seriously, this guy thought that a cabinet of cans and a box of chalk was the best thing in the world (until he found a fridge of Tab, of course), and he found the room to be boring.

Or at least, he thought so at first. The room consisted of no furniture, but there was an open walkway on the wall to the Mayor's right that filled him with a feeling of both familiarity and dread.

He shuffled for the new room and peaked around the corner, both curious and wary of what he might find. What he did see in the corner lulled him into a sense of safety, as if he had seen that room countless times and knew every inch of the walls, so he strode into the area to investigate further.

On the ground, a pile of blankets made a makeshift bed that, to the Mayor at least, looked very comfortable. Next to it was what looked like the pumpkin he ate before, but this one was made out of plastic, had no top, and had a thin plastic handle. It was also filled with some stuff that the Mayor instinctively knew was his, even though he couldn't remember where he got it from or why he had it. He really didn't remember anything before waking up in the first room.

The Mayor sat down and rummaged through the pumpkin-bucket thing. The first thing he pulled out was a small rectangular thing with a black screen. Oddly, he knew how to work the rectangle, but couldn't for the life of him remember what it was called. He set it aside for later and pulled out the only other thing.

The Mayor was met with a brightly-colored bundle of fabric that sent a slight chill down his spine. Or at least, that's how it started out as. The chill kept magnifying in discomfort until he was sent into a panic. The Mayor had to get as far away from those clothes as possible, and as soon as possible.

He solved that problem by stuffing the bright clothes into Serenity's former cage and relocking it using the key. And then the Mayor are the key for good measure. It wasn't as tasty as the green chalk, but it wasn't exactly bad tasting.

Now relieved of the horror, the Mayor shuffled back down to the Room.

Feeling as if he did this only recently, which he most likely did due to his loss of memory, the Mayor sat cross-legged on the floor and picked up the rectangle-thing, turned it on, and went to the place labeled "contacts." It was almost completely empty other than one number, labeled as "ectoBiologist" This struck the Mayor as odd, for, truthfully, he was expecting something else. He couldn't be sure, however, so he sent this "ectoBiologist" a message.

?: BOY.

?: YOU THERE, BOY.

?: WHO ARE YOU?

?: WHY ARE YOU ON MY CONTACTS?

EB: hahaha, let me guess.

EB: another troll.

EB: what, did cg send you?

EB: you certainly sound like him :B

?: WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE?

EB: cg! he types in grey and yells a lot.

EB: like you!

?: I DON'T LIKE THIS GREY TEXT PERSON.

?: I AM NOT YELLING, THE CAPS LOCK IS STUCK.

EB: suuuuure it is :B

EB: so, how come you aren't showing up with a chumhandle?

EB: are you not on pesterchum?

?: ON WHAT?

EB: omg, how can you not know about pesterchum?

EB: it's a chat client that can replace texting.

EB: people without it can still pester people, but only if they have their number.

EB: wait, how did you get my number?

?: I DON'T KNOW, BOY.

?: I OPENED MY CONTACTS ON MY RECTANGLE AND YOU WERE THERE.

EB: rectangle?

EB: yeah, you're a troll.

EB: i bet you just banged a bunch of numbers and texted whatever you typed :B

EB: i'm going to sleep, talk to me tomorrow.

EB: or not.

EB: preferably not.

?: WAIT, BOY!

?: COME BACK HERE, BOY!

?: I INSIST YOU RESPOND TO MY INQUIRIES, POST-HASTE!

?: BOY!

The Mayor went on like that for a few more minutes before he gave up on the blue-text person. Really, some people can be so rude.

...Like himself, actually.

The Mayor banged his fists to his head several times due to the frustration of his own sheer stupidity. He had digested (literally) the knowledge of half of a manners book, he should have known better than have been so rude to the ectoBiologist! He hadn't even properly introduced himself!

After that fit of mild rage, the Mayor stood up with a new goal in mind. He would go out and find this blue-text boy, and apologize in person! No matter what it took!

That was really saying something, considering he didn't know anything about them other than that their "chumhandle" was ectoBiologist, they typed in blue, and knew someone named CG.

But first, he had to get out of the building. And before exiting the building, the Mayor had to gather supplies.

The Mayor grabbed the pumpkin-bucket and went pack to the first room. He attempted to stuff the cans into it, but quickly found that hardly any would fit in the fairly small container. He screwed around for awhile with the other stuff he happened to have with him until he managed to have a system where he could carry almost everything he needed. This system was basically using the fabric from the makeshift bed and his handy rulerknife to make one of those sacks on a stick that a hobo uses and putting a bunch of cans in that. In the bucket, the Mayor had put the manners book, the rectangular thing, and some more cans. The chalk and the keys were small enough to fit in his pockets.

A few cans had to stay, however, and the mere thought of leaving some of Cantown behind made the Mayor shed a few tears. He promised himself that he would one day come back to retrieve those left behind, once he found a more stable place to establish Cantown.

Serenity had woken up during these shenanigans, so the Mayor picked the small kitten up and allowed her to perch on one shoulder, kind of like a pirate has a parrot. But instead of a pirate having a parrot on his shoulder, the Mayor was a mayor with a cat on his shoulder.

But then there was the problem of not having a way out.

He hadn't seen a door in the room before the Main Room, but it wouldn't hurt to check again.

Huh. It turns out he had been so distracted by the Main Room, the Mayor hadn't noticed that the Empty Room had a door, with some hooks next to it.

When the Mayor approached said door, he saw that one of the hooks had a ring with a key hanging from it. He took the key ring, and in a fit of inspiration strung the rest of the keys onto the ring as not to loose any. Well, he strung all of then except for the one he had are, because, well, he had eaten it.

The Mayor tried to turn the knob on the door, and, unsurprisingly, it was locked. So he used the new key to unlock it.

He placed the keyring back in his pocket and opened the door.

The Mayor finally walked out into fresher air.


Gah, shorter, low-quality one this time. Sorry. Just as a warning, my updates will be really sporadic depending on my business and amount of inspiration. I might put out five great chapters in two days, or one horrid one in a month. My motivation to do things comes and goes in waves, and sometimes I sort of loose interest in writing anything for a few days, or maybe I just hit a really rough spot. But anyways, I hope you're enjoying the story so far.

-ND

-PS: Thank you guesswhatimahomestuck for following and reviewing!

-PSS: I think my toe is broken x.x