He sat in the dimly lit diner eating his plate of Bacon, he hadn't had any luck in asking around, most people were just confused and didn't know what he had been talking about, a few seemed to know more than they let one, but he could've just been looking too much into something that wasn't there in the first place, after his recent failure he had decided to go to the local diner to drown himself in Cola and Bacon, but it didn't keep his mind off things, who was this guy… what exactly had happened… and why did he get the feeling that he was never gonna know…
"Is everything alright Sir?" The waitress asked him as she walked over to his Table snapping him out of his thoughts
"Aye, 'm Good." He looked down "Jus' thinking"
"Oh… hey, I've never seen you around before, are you from town?"
"M' not, From Norway."
"That's a long way from here."
"It is."
"Okay well let me know if I can get you anything" She walked off and he heard her talking to another customer
He sighed to himself, maybe it was hopeless… maybe there was nothing he could do about it… maybe…
He looked over absentmindedly as he was thinking only to see a red "R" symbol spray painted under one of the tables, he got up a bit concerned and walked over to it
He stuck his hand out and moved his index and middle fingers along the spray paint, he then flipped his fingers over and looked at them, it was dry, probably had been there for a while
What the hell…
"Oh yeah that, I found a few of those outside the restaurant too, some dumb teenagers probably pulling pranks or something."
"I tried cleaning them off but they don't seem to wash away."
He then looked up at her a bit concerned
"Show me."
The Waitress led him outside to the back of the Diner which looked old and run down, Grass and vegetation coated the cracked parking lot, with plants, weeds, and grass seeming to arise out of every crevice, the paint on the back of the building seemed to be crumbling, the back wall on the building had another red "R" Symbol spray painted to it, he studied it
"I don't know why you seem so fascinated by it, it's just graffiti… wait a second." The waitress squinted her eyes at him
He followed her eyes noticing that she was staring at his hair, and then down at his hoodie
"Did you paint this?!"
"No! No!" He quickly defended
"Really?! Cause it seems to resemble you! Get out of here before I call the Cops!"
"Wasn't Me!"
"What's with the Horns then?! And the Red Color?! Seems to match your description quite nicely."
"I…" He stopped to think of an answer only for nothing to come, he looked down defeated and said quietly "I don't know…"
He sighed "should just go…"
"Yeah, you should." She said, in an angry tone
He walked away heading back towards his car, he was annoyed, he didn't have a chance to finish his Bacon, but that wasn't the part that annoyed him, well it did a bit, but that wasn't the MAIN thing that annoyed him, all of these clues seemed to be smacking him in the face, but he still hadn't gotten any further than he was when he first started his search for answers, maybe he should contact the authorities…
Just then he heard a crumpling noise under his foot, he looked down in confusion, lifting his foot up to reveal a slightly torn and crumpled paper, he picked it up and was in shock, it was a wanted poster… with his face on it?!
Well this most likely confirmed the idea he had in his head sense he first read those Diary Entries, someone was impersonating him, and they looked pretty damn accurate, the only discrepancies being the strange patch on their right cheek and three hair pieces sticking up instead of his usual two. Then the thought had occurred to him, if the guy who impersonated him had most definitely done something horrible to his friends, would they even want to see him again? Maybe he could explain things to them, but after all of the stuff that this monster had presumably done to them, would they even hear him out? No, of course they would, they were his friends after all, and him and Edd did manage to make up after he almost killed him over a piece of Bacon. He'd managed to reassure himself, thank god. He didn't know what he would do if he had lost their friendship, it was settled then, if when he saw them again, he would explain everything, and they would all be friends again.
Just then his phone buzzed, he'd received a text message, he pulled it out of his pocket and fumbled with it almost dropping it in the process, he quickly stabilized his hold on it and opened up his messages
'Mom: Hei søta, hvordan går oppholdet ditt med Edd?'
'You: Bra mamma.' He typed back.
He then shut off his phone and placed it back into his pocket
If he was wanted, then he would have to stay out of sight, lord only knows how he managed to get this far out in public without getting caught, he'd need to lay low, keep a low profile and only go out when absolutely necessary, but he had nowhere to stay, he was originally just gonna visit Edd, maybe stay a few days but now that plan went out the window for obvious reasons, and living in his car was a no go, He wasn't going back to Norway, not until he figured out what was going on here. So this left him with the obvious question… where to go from here? To that… he wasn't sure.
He continued to walk back toward his car, failing to notice the ominous shadow watching him from the Alleyway just behind him.
-TO BE CONTINUED-
Authors Notes:
See? Told ya' I'd incorporate the Wanted Poster.
Hey, has anyone else noticed that this is the second chapter to end with him walking back towards his car?
