AN: Okeedokee. Nothing really big or exciting happens in this chapter, but it's necessary for what comes next. Yes, I finally figured out where this is gonna go! And how to get to the ending! Yay! I know what's going to happen in the next chapter, so be expecting part seven when I get back from this convention thingy--which will be Friday- or Saturday-ish. Yes. Next chapter will be stunningly excellent, and will make up for this one's badness. I can almost guarantee you this. And, just so you know, I'm shooting for about eight or nine chapters. Ten will be a stretch. Oke, I've rambled on enough. Now on with the story!
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~Chapter 6~
Nny put aside his fear of communication and approached Sally. Just as he was about to ask her if she was alright, she looked up at him. Nny's eyes grew a bit wider at her slightly shocking appearance. He noticed her stitches and her sheet white skin. In fact, her skin appeared cloth-like in general, both in texture and color. Her eyes gave off a very gentle vibe--far more gentle than normally possible, or at least more than he had ever witnessed. 'She can't be human,' he thought. 'I'm so glad.'
"Um..." Sally added awkwardly to the silence, breaking Nny's thoughts.
"Oh yeah," Nny began, obviously off to a wonderful start. "Um, what exactly just happened with that...person? It seemed kinda...not good."
Sally blinked a few times to herself, still trying to fully collect herself from that little "incident" with her kidnapper. "Oh my. I don't even know. He just kind of...I mean...he just..."
"Came out of nowhere?" Nny finished, seeing she was having trouble with words.
"Yeah, exactly," Sally replied, glad that he knew what she meant.
An awkward silence, as there normally would be in a situation like this. Nny had chosen to not develop his people skills, obviously, and Sally just wasn't around people much, so neither one was a great conversationalist. Nny was still wondering so much about this new person who had just crossed his path. She was obviously a new "kind" of person, at least as far as he knew. He decided to start simple: "So, uh, what's your name, anyway?"
"Sally," she replied. "What about you?"
"My name is Johnny, but you can call me Nny, I suppose." Sally nodded. Seeing that she wasn't running away from him yet, Nny decided to carry on with questioning this intriguing new being. "So, Sally... Where exactly were you going? I mean, not that I'm trying to butt into your business or anything, but it seems a bit odd for, you know, all of this to happen."
Sally widened her eyes in a sort of thoughtful way. "Well, I'm not quite sure. You see, I'm sort of... It's a long story, really."
"Trust me, I'm in no hurry," Nny replied.
"OK," Sally began. "I'm running away. I was basically a slave to a somewhat mad scientist, who was very overprotective. I just got sick of it and...well, here I am. That's the condensed version, at least."
"Very brave of you," Nny said. "Though not quite safe, as has already been demonstrated."
Sally nodded. "Yes. I'm beginning to wonder if I should go back. As much as I dislike not being free, I would hate to be kidnapped again."
Nny thought for a bit. He didn't very well like the idea of someone else in his house, especially someone he didn't even know. But his conscience was getting to him, and besides, his curiosity had been sparked about this situation even before he had seen her. "Well, if you trust me enough, I suppose I could keep you at least overnight. If not, that's perfectly understandable. I WOULD sort of like to hear more of your story, though."
Now Sally thought for a bit about this. "Eh... Sure, why not? I COULD use a place to spend the night. I suppose it's better than staying out in the open."
Nny nodded. Both of them were hoping they hadn't made the wrong decision. Nonetheless, off they went to Nny's house.
~*~
When they arrived, Nny and Sally both still had their doubts. Either way, Nny showed Sally to one of the more hospitible rooms among the hundreds in the house. Sally warily dropped her bag o' stuff onto the dusty couch in the room, making sure not to upset the demon-plant-thingy. The room was pretty much empty, aside from this piece of furniture. It obviously wasn't a bedroom, or it didn't appear to be, considering its tiny size and lack of a bed. She figured a couch was better than nothing, however.
"You've certainly got an interesting...set-up. I mean, with the house, and all the lower levels and such."
"Yeah. This is actually one of the upper levels. There's a countless number of levels below this one. I still can't figure out why someone would build a house like this." He paused thoughtfully. "At least it makes for an adequate amount of storage room."
Sally chuckled a bit under her breath at this. She was still looking around the room cautiously. Despite its small size and plain appearance, there was something unusual about it. Sally had always had a good intuition. Something wasn't right about this place, she decided. She turned to Nny. "Thanks again for keeping me overnight." Nny nodded in a sort of 'you're welcome' way. "Anyway, I'm really tired, after all the walking and all. I think I'll probably just go straight to sleep."
Sleep. Nny had almost forgotten about this concept. It took a couple seconds for it to register in his brain. "Oh, OK. Uh, have a good time. Or something." He smiled a bit in departing, then walked out the door, shutting it behind him. As soon as he walked off, he couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with him. It wasn't like him to actually HELP someone. This series of events was highly unprobable. In fact, it was almost like some really bad writer was running low on ideas, and made him terribly out-of-character. This "writer" might possibly be unoriginal when it comes to gags, as well. He sighed. And what was with this Sally person? She seemed like some form of abstract art -- he didn't have a clue where she came from or what she was supposed to be. Suddenly he stopped in his footsteps for a second to gather his thoughts. "No," he said quietly to himself. "I'll put it out of my mind. Yeah. And she'll tell me all about herself in the morning, I'm sure." And with that, he continued on towards the top level of the house.
Disclaimer: Again, pssh.
~Chapter 6~
Nny put aside his fear of communication and approached Sally. Just as he was about to ask her if she was alright, she looked up at him. Nny's eyes grew a bit wider at her slightly shocking appearance. He noticed her stitches and her sheet white skin. In fact, her skin appeared cloth-like in general, both in texture and color. Her eyes gave off a very gentle vibe--far more gentle than normally possible, or at least more than he had ever witnessed. 'She can't be human,' he thought. 'I'm so glad.'
"Um..." Sally added awkwardly to the silence, breaking Nny's thoughts.
"Oh yeah," Nny began, obviously off to a wonderful start. "Um, what exactly just happened with that...person? It seemed kinda...not good."
Sally blinked a few times to herself, still trying to fully collect herself from that little "incident" with her kidnapper. "Oh my. I don't even know. He just kind of...I mean...he just..."
"Came out of nowhere?" Nny finished, seeing she was having trouble with words.
"Yeah, exactly," Sally replied, glad that he knew what she meant.
An awkward silence, as there normally would be in a situation like this. Nny had chosen to not develop his people skills, obviously, and Sally just wasn't around people much, so neither one was a great conversationalist. Nny was still wondering so much about this new person who had just crossed his path. She was obviously a new "kind" of person, at least as far as he knew. He decided to start simple: "So, uh, what's your name, anyway?"
"Sally," she replied. "What about you?"
"My name is Johnny, but you can call me Nny, I suppose." Sally nodded. Seeing that she wasn't running away from him yet, Nny decided to carry on with questioning this intriguing new being. "So, Sally... Where exactly were you going? I mean, not that I'm trying to butt into your business or anything, but it seems a bit odd for, you know, all of this to happen."
Sally widened her eyes in a sort of thoughtful way. "Well, I'm not quite sure. You see, I'm sort of... It's a long story, really."
"Trust me, I'm in no hurry," Nny replied.
"OK," Sally began. "I'm running away. I was basically a slave to a somewhat mad scientist, who was very overprotective. I just got sick of it and...well, here I am. That's the condensed version, at least."
"Very brave of you," Nny said. "Though not quite safe, as has already been demonstrated."
Sally nodded. "Yes. I'm beginning to wonder if I should go back. As much as I dislike not being free, I would hate to be kidnapped again."
Nny thought for a bit. He didn't very well like the idea of someone else in his house, especially someone he didn't even know. But his conscience was getting to him, and besides, his curiosity had been sparked about this situation even before he had seen her. "Well, if you trust me enough, I suppose I could keep you at least overnight. If not, that's perfectly understandable. I WOULD sort of like to hear more of your story, though."
Now Sally thought for a bit about this. "Eh... Sure, why not? I COULD use a place to spend the night. I suppose it's better than staying out in the open."
Nny nodded. Both of them were hoping they hadn't made the wrong decision. Nonetheless, off they went to Nny's house.
~*~
When they arrived, Nny and Sally both still had their doubts. Either way, Nny showed Sally to one of the more hospitible rooms among the hundreds in the house. Sally warily dropped her bag o' stuff onto the dusty couch in the room, making sure not to upset the demon-plant-thingy. The room was pretty much empty, aside from this piece of furniture. It obviously wasn't a bedroom, or it didn't appear to be, considering its tiny size and lack of a bed. She figured a couch was better than nothing, however.
"You've certainly got an interesting...set-up. I mean, with the house, and all the lower levels and such."
"Yeah. This is actually one of the upper levels. There's a countless number of levels below this one. I still can't figure out why someone would build a house like this." He paused thoughtfully. "At least it makes for an adequate amount of storage room."
Sally chuckled a bit under her breath at this. She was still looking around the room cautiously. Despite its small size and plain appearance, there was something unusual about it. Sally had always had a good intuition. Something wasn't right about this place, she decided. She turned to Nny. "Thanks again for keeping me overnight." Nny nodded in a sort of 'you're welcome' way. "Anyway, I'm really tired, after all the walking and all. I think I'll probably just go straight to sleep."
Sleep. Nny had almost forgotten about this concept. It took a couple seconds for it to register in his brain. "Oh, OK. Uh, have a good time. Or something." He smiled a bit in departing, then walked out the door, shutting it behind him. As soon as he walked off, he couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with him. It wasn't like him to actually HELP someone. This series of events was highly unprobable. In fact, it was almost like some really bad writer was running low on ideas, and made him terribly out-of-character. This "writer" might possibly be unoriginal when it comes to gags, as well. He sighed. And what was with this Sally person? She seemed like some form of abstract art -- he didn't have a clue where she came from or what she was supposed to be. Suddenly he stopped in his footsteps for a second to gather his thoughts. "No," he said quietly to himself. "I'll put it out of my mind. Yeah. And she'll tell me all about herself in the morning, I'm sure." And with that, he continued on towards the top level of the house.