I'm not sure what to say. But I hope you all enjoy!
Jimmy sighed, kicking a can as he walked around Twilight Town, truly unsure where he was going. He hadn't been here prior, and this whole town felt so unusual to him. Everything was new and dark colored. And the bright colors he DID see were within the sunset. It wasn't enough to truly illuminate his path right now. He had no clue where he was going.
He was... feeling horrible about before honestly. The look Richard had given him... he looked so... so sad and hurt... Jimmy truly felt horrible for his actions. Only... he didn't know what to do to fix it. He could attempt to speak with the psychic again but he doubted that would do it. Only someone incredibly close to him could... if only someone like that were here. The only one close would be Leah, but Richard wouldn't let her in either. Jimmy didn't know what to do...
Turning down a corner, Jimmy IMMEDIATELY stopped walking, AMAZED at who he found there: Thatch Manora. The vampire looked jumpy and nervous but... Jimmy dismissed it, to happy to care. To happy to care that the vampire was nervous. To happy to even care that he was here in Twilight Town in the first place.
Perhaps Thatch could talk to Richard and help him! Perhaps he could convince Richard to leave the house even!
" Th-Thatch?! "
Jimmy yelped, truly surprised to find the vampire here. He thought the creature would be back in Deedstown. Why was he here? Was something going on? Was there an actual reason he was here?
M-maybe he could help him help Richard! The two were close after all, maybe Thatch could get through to the psychic! The boy immediately began rushing towards the creature, praying this would work.
" Hello Jimmy. What's up? "
Jimmy shook lightly at Thatch's soft tone, very scared to be honest. He didn't know how Thatch would react to all this...
" I-I... R-Richard's in trouble, a-and... "
" Wait! What's wrong with Richard?! "
The vampire yelped, looking horribly worried. Jimmy bit his lip, feeling more nervous really.
" E-ever since he's been staying in his aunts old house, he's been acting a bit off. Seeing things that aren't really there, saying there's a monster in there. But my dad and I haven't seen or heard anything... w-we aren't staying there like he is, we're in a motel but... "
" Well why aren't you THERE NOW, trying to help him? "
Thatch huffed, seeming to grow a bit ticked off. Especially when Jimmy seemed more nervous.
" He won't let me in cause... I... I said the whole thing sounded... crazy and- "
Before the human could even finish, he was greeted with a HARSH punch in the head, causing him to cry out and clutch the afflicted area.
" Ow! "
Jimmy hissed, looking at the seething vampire, his eyes slightly watery.
" Wh-what was-? "
" Why would you tell him he was CRAZY?! "
Thatch snapped, unknowingly beginning to glow gold.
" Don't you KNOW how much that hurts him?! Almost everyone he's ever MET has called him crazy! He can't handle it! "
Jimmy felt even more saddened by this, which Thatch was no doubt thankful for. And... Jimmy felt like he kinda deserved it... especially since Thatch reminded him Richard couldn't stand being called crazy...
" Jimmy, he trusts you. Now go back, be NICE, and offer to help him. No matter how unusual it may seem. He is a psychic. If he SAYS he sees things, he's probably seeing things. Understood? "
The human nodded and quickly rushed off, praying Richard would let him in. He had to...
" ... Stupid Jimmy... "
Richard whimpered, disregarding the tears pouring down his face. He was walking downstairs to the basement, having grown too curious to not find out what was in there. Yet even this curiosity wasn't enough to wipe his brain of Jimmy, his only human friend, one of the only people who ever actually understood him, thought he was crazy... nothing had ever hurt more...
As the boy reached the door, he quickly put the key into the lock, turning the key and soon opening the door. As he entered the room, his eyes soon widened, the tears lingering slowly rolling down his cheeks.
This room... he'd never seen this room before. This room was filled with many adorable plushies and teddy bears and stuffed animals of all kind. Some finished, and some unfinished. But it was very clear they were all made with a lot of love.
Richard calmly moved around the room, finding it purely furnished with tables and the plushies. When had his Auntie begun making plushies? They were beautiful truly. Made well, and clearly loved again. But why? Why did she begin making them? And for what? Was it fun for her to do so? Or did she truly have a reason?
Richard turned and looked at a purple teddy bear, wondering if he should take one home to Deedstown and... maybe give it to Thatch. Being purple Thatch might like it. Besides, it was better than leaving it here to collect dust.
A clock soon gave off a clung, the sound of the hour being struck, and Richard turned to find it now 10pm. Despite knowing for a fact the monster would show sometime tonight, he decided to go to the bedroom and wait. Take it on. His psychic powers might not be powerful, but it should be enough to take on the monster.
Taking a deep breath, the boy slowly began to head upstairs and for the bedroom.
I have no words to explain this chappie. But let's just hope Richard can survive the night, yes? Hope you all enjoyed. ;)