Author's Notes
I had just as much trouble writing this one as I did the last. Both of these chapters were just... no. 'No, I don't want to be written. You got ideas? Huh? Inspiration? Too bad. No'. But, in the end, I did get through with it.
This Izabell scene was supposed to be part of last chapter, but we all know what happened with that, so I moved it to this one. As well as the Eba scene that comes after. Probably the only reason this chapter got to 5k words is because of those cut scenes.
Anywho, Reviews!
GiggiEba, heh. I would not dream of sparing my readers from every single detail during a fight scene, and especially not the crunchy exoskeletons. :P I'm glad you liked it!
ScarOfHerobrine, I'm glad you liked that! Yeah, good thing they managed to get away before it did. Hm, you'll find out in time. Thank you, and I'm glad. :)
I'll answer your review for chapter 7 at the end, by-the-by. Now, on with the story!
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Izabell's POV
"Hey! Stop it, that tickles!"
Snowdrift trilled, rubbing his cold little nose against the crook of my neck. I couldn't stop giggling, pushing the snow fox off me. My friend stretched his neck as far as it would go, until I had successfully shoved him off my own and hid the sensitive skin. "Stop it! What do you want now, Snowdrift?"
The not-so-little-anymore fox shook himself and hopped off my lap, walking a couple of steps towards the front door and then looking at me expectantly over his shoulder. I smiled at him, putting the book I had been trying to read on the table and getting up to follow. "Do you want to go outside? Wanna go play in the woods?"
My fox shook an ear and padded up to the closed door, his fluffy tail waving excitedly. I put on my lime turtleneck and opened the door for him. Snowdrift shot out, bouncing up and down all over the grass. I followed close behind as he darted into the forest, occasionally stopping to smell something he found interesting, like berry bushes or pine cones. We reached a little clearing where he sat down to clean his fur, which was now caked in mud and leaves.
I smiled at him and sat down on a fallen log, bringing my hair around my shoulder to braid it as I waited for my pet to tire himself out. Snowdrift stopped his licking out of the blue, raising his head with ears perked up. The fox relaxed after a second, getting up and streeetching before padding into the woods. I blinked, not knowing if I should follow him or not. It turns out I didn't need to, as the snow fox came back with someone in tow.
Simon looked up from my pet, blinking at me in surprise. I blushed and avoided his gaze, continuing to braid my hair. "Hi," I mumbled, peeking at him from the corner of my eyes before looking away again.
"Hi," he answered, walking over and sitting down next to me. Snowdrift walked over and rubbed against his leg, earning him some scratching under his fuzzy chin. "How are you doing?"
"M'fine," I murmured, half-hidling from him behind my hair and slightly-raised shoulders. "What, uh, what're you doing here so early?"
The creeper boy shrugged. "I asked my boss if I could take a day off. Kind of hard for him to argue against it, for... many reasons, actually."
I blinked at him in surprise. "Really? Why?"
"Well, for starters, I do pretty much everyone's job. Tim's the only one who does what you ask, but he's not qualified to do Jones' and Carla's parts, so I have to do those instead. My designs and creations are great, if I do say so myself, and it would be pretty hard to deny your best engineer a little time off. And, y'know, having the king's support doesn't hurt either," he added nonchalantly.
I rolled my eyes. "Okay. And why now?"
Simon was suddenly at a loss for words, taking a deep breath and opening his mouth with no words coming out. I suppressed a giggle, giving him time to think. "Well, I..." he began slowly.
"I miss you," he mumbled with a shrug. "And Ara. And Flick. And this little puff-ball," he added, scratching Snowdrift's head in between his ears. My fox stretched up against his touch and closed his eyes, fluffy ears bending down.
"It's... very, very stressful. Work, I mean," he went on. "I find myself thinking about the 'good ol' days' more and more often. When all we did was lie around that one tree, remember?"
I smiled sheepishly, feeling my cheeks turn hot. "Mhm, I remember it."
"That was nice, wasn't it? Just us two, sitting on a tree..." he chuckled at himself. "K-I-S-S-"
I pushed him playfully. "Y-Yeah... it was nice..."
You two make a lovely couple, the foreign voice in my head suddenly commented, making me jump. Simon's eyes went wide. "What's wrong?"
Blight! I shouted at him in my head. Why did you do that?
Did you forget I was here? he asked with amusement in his voice.
Yes! Why did you not say anything?
I did. Wasn't that the issue?
I suddenly noticed that Simon was searching my gaze, distracted with yelling at the demon. He frowned and crossed his arms. "Izabell, What are you not telling me?"
I blinked twice. "Um..." I still hadn't had the chance to tell him, and then again hadn't planned on looking for one. "Whhhhat do you mean?"
"Your eyes," he said matter-of-factly, leaning in close. "They did the weird color-changing thing. So, then, what are you not telling me?"
"I..." I once again shrank behind myself. What would he think of me adopting a demon? "Well... d-did you hear about the... the tournament thing, for the endermen?"
Simon gave me a nod, listening intently. "Uh... Eba wanted to participate, I think she wanted to participate, but wouldn't because she didn't want Blight to get hurt, somehow."
She believed that having a demon made her unworthy of sitting on a throne, the demon muttered, making me sigh inwardly.
"Sh-She said that she didn't think a queen should have a demon. So, I... volunteered to... host him, for the duration of the tournament," I murmured.
Simon blinked and moved away again. "I guess that makes sense," he whispered after a moment. "I just... wonder why you didn't tell me. And when you took that desicion. And why you took that desicion. Why didn't you tell me? And just... why?"
I hugged myself, moving my unfinished braid over my shoulder. "I... don't know," I mumbled. "I just... I was lonely. You're never around now, so I thought that... having some companionship outside the three others I live with would be nice."
The creeper boy seemed to melt, moving over and wrapping me up in a hug. "I'm sorry. I don't like it any more than you do," he whispered.
"S'okay," I mumbled, leaning into him and hugging him back.
"No, it isn't. I'll see if I can't get more time off, maybe on a schedule," Simon murmured thoughtfully. "I'd love to spend more time with you."
He pulled away, looking into my eyes with tender fondness. His forest-green gaze drifted down to the pendant that hung around my neck, the heart-shaped one he made me in the valley while he was sick. How he managed to make something so beautiful in that state is still a mystery the both of us.
The creeper boy carefully cupped the pendant with one hand, smiling at it and then at me apologetically. "I hadn't noticed. I should've noticed."
"I was braiding my hair," I murmured. He was close enough that if I stretched my neck... "You wouldn't have been able to see it."
Simon blinked slowly. Was he thinking the same thing? He might be. I suppose I should step away for a moment.
I closed my eyes in annoyance, huffing angrily. Blight!
I'm gone, I'm gone.
I groaned audibly, crossing my arms and glaring at a random patch of grass. Simon had a bemused smile on, still holding the pendant in one hand. "Blight?"
'Yeah..." I huffed. "He doesn't know when to talk and when he shouldn't. Sorry," I added as an afterthought, turning my head to look at him again.
The creeper boy hadn't pulled away, if anything he'd moved closer. I blushed under his gaze. He was scanning my face again for some reason. Eventually, his hand let go of the pendant and moved to my cheek. "You look so cute when you're mad."
I blinked, stuttering a little at his proximity, his eyes that seemed interested in every last detail of me. Why was I so interesting to him? "Th-th-thanks? I think?"
Simon chuckled, the fond smile reaching his eyes. "But you look so much cuter when flustered."
"C-could you stop? Doing that?" I mumbled. "Th-the compliments a-and everything?"
"I could," he conceded, not pulling away. My face was as hot as an oven. "But I love you, and I love complimenting you. So you're just going to have to deal with that."
I don't know who leaned in first, but the next second I had my eyes closed and lips on his. The kiss was long and sweet, slow, gentle. His hand on my cheek pulled me to him, leaving no space for us to breathe. Suddenly, a cold little snout lodged itself in my neck. I broke into a giggle, leaning back as Snowdrift nuzzled my neck.
"No!" I got out between giggles, trying to push him off. "Stop it! Stop it, Snowdrift!"
I heard Simon chuckle in the back of my mind, and then the fluffy white weigh was pulled off me. The creeper boy was clutching Snowdrift in his arms, kissing the top of his head and earning a lick. "We were kinda busy, pal," he told my pet.
Snowdrift tilted his head and trilled. "Eh, it's fine," Simon told him with a shrug, placing the snow fox down. "Just give us a warning next time, 'Kay?"
I smiled at them, feeling a tad disappointed the moment was gone. It was the first actual kiss I'd gotten from Simon in a while. The creeper boy got up and stretched, looking around the small clearing. "Let's go home. I want to make lunch for you guys."
"Can I help this time?" I asked him, getting up too. I tucked a strand of hair out of my face and behind my ears.
"Hmm... fine," he agreed with a smile. "But not too much."
"Okay," I said with a shrug. "Come on, Snowdrift, we're going back."
The not-so-little-anymore fox skipped over and padded past me, back the way we came. Simon wrapped an arm around my shoulders and led me through the forest, occasionally dropping little kisses on my head. I hugged his arm and sighed happily.
Am I forgiven for earlier? the demon in my head asked.
Not at all. Not. One. Bit.
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Eba's POV
I walked Annie from the apartment complex all the way out to the little clearing where I train. I could tell the trip was hard for her—her breathing, trembling legs and occasional stops to 'straighten her clothes' made that obvious—but she didn't once complain. I was used to the journey, having made it twice a week for months when Blight needed to feed off plantlife. I still missed my demon terribly, but it had gotten somewhat easier as days passed.
The clearing was just as I'd left it. Three stumps clumped together in the center, a poor, abused sapling near the tree line, and lots of big patches of flattened grass. I clasped my hands together, looking at my friend beneath my hood's rim. "Th-this is where I train. It's nothing special..."
It took a moment for Annie to get enough oxygen into her system to speak. "No, I... think it's nice. Out in the open... instead of locked in some... fancy gym."
I nodded, looking up at the tall oaks, then back down at her. "D-do you, um... need a minute?"
Annie opened her mouth as if to argue, but seemed to change her mind. "Y-Yeah, I think... I do... lords, I'm so out of shape..."
I helped her sit and then sat down next to her on one of the stumps, fiddling with a leaf I found on the ground. "N-no you're not... i-it's just a really long walk."
My friend smiled but didn't say anything. It took a couple minutes and then she got up and took a deep breath. "Okay. I'm good now."
"You sure?" I asked, placing my cloth-wrapped sword on my lap and unraveling it. "I can wait if you're still tired..."
"I'm sure," she answered. Annie had brought a sheathed weapon, slung over her shoulder with a leather strap. Now she slid it from its leathery confines.
It had a beautiful silver blade with blue tint, and an iron hilt that sported a few carvings and was wrapped in leather. It was too short to be a longsword, but certainly longer than an average weapon. Annie seemed to admire its features as much as me.
Her fingers ghosted over the shining metal. "It's an heirloom, belonged to my dad's grandfather. It's been gathering dust for ages in my house, so I thought I might as well put it to good use."
I nodded. "I-It's very pretty," I said hesitantly, infinitely curious but not wanting to seem like a freak about it. "D-Do... do you know what it's made from?"
Annie frowned. "No... I don't know much about swords and the like."
"Oh. That's fine..." I mumbled. "Does... th-the sword, have a name?
Annie nodded, passing her finger over its blade again. "My dad told me it was 'Death's Bane'."
"That's... a pretty cool name for a sword," I murmured, staring at the weapon in question.
Annie nodded. "Yeah. A bit dramatic, I think, but still cool."
She got up and stretched, taking the sword from its place at her stump. "I thought we were gonna practice?"
I got up hurriedly, drawing my rapier. "Y-Yeah. Um... how much do you know about fighting?"
Annie shrugged. "Nothing. I've never used anything bigger than a kitchen knife in my life."
I pursed my lips, thinking this over. "Okay... I guess we could start with... how to block an attack?"
"Wasn't I supposed to be the one helping you get better?" she asked.
"W-well... yeah, that's kind of... why we're here," I mumbled. Would she be offended by this? Should I tell her? "But... you said you weren't good at fighting... so... I thought it'd help you train too..."
Annie nodded, picking up the sword. It seemed a little heavy for her. "Okay... so, then, how do you block an attack?"
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My friend was lying on the soft grass, breathing heavily. Her sword was dropped haphazardly nearby. We trained for about three hours and a half, maybe four hours. It was certainly longer than I usually train; even my own breathing was labored. I sheathed my Toothpike and stretched, knowing I'd have sore and tense muscles in the morning if I sat down so soon. I told Annie earlier, but she only gave me a halfhearted nod and flopped down.
I put my hoodie back on, pulling the comfortable fabric over my hair. "A-are you okay?"
It took a while for her to respond. "Yeah... I'm... I'm fffine."
I wrung my hands together, feeling bad for pushing her so hard. "Y-you sure?"
Annie heaved a sigh, sitting up with a groan. "Eba, I'm... well, I'll be alright in a few... hours," she ended with a reassuring smile.
"Oh." Guilt stabbed at my soft little heart. "W-was I too hard? D-did I... push you?"
"Yeah," she answered, deepening my feeling of remorse for a moment. "But that's what, uh... fighting, teachers do, right? They push you to your limits so you get better. Did you have a teacher like that?"
The guilt was washed away by a deep sadness. I suddenly missed my demon very much. "Um... yeah, I-I guess. He did push me a bit... or... a lot. But I'm glad, cuz... y'know, I... I know how to... fight now..."
Annie nodded. "Maybe you could bring him over to help us both. Do you still train with him?"
I pursed my lips, not really knowing how to tell her. "Uh... I-I don't... we... i-it's complicated," I mumbled, sitting down. My legs thanked me infinitely.
My friend shrugged. "That's alright, it was just a suggestion. You don't have to explain anything."
I sighed in relief. "Thanks..."
Annie got up and sat at the trunk next to mine. Our breathing was the only sound apart from that of leaves waving in the wind for a moment or two. I flinched when foreign fingers suddenly began to draw back my hood.
My friend smiled apologetically. "Sorry. Why do you hide your hair?"
"Um..." I slowly, and reluctantly, pulled my hood back. "I-It's too bright, I think. I-I like it, I like the color, but I don't think anyone else does..."
Annie smiled incredulously her head. "It looks great on you. Did you dye it yourself, or...?"
I combed my fingers through the long magenta strands. "Mhm. M-My parents bought me dyes for my birthday a few years ago. I liked this one the most, so I've been redyeing it the same color every."
She nodded. "You did a good job, then. But don't hide it. I'm sure everyone who meets you loves the way it looks."
"D-d'you think so?" I asked, staring down at a steak of magenta I'd brought over my shoulder.
"Yeah, I do," Annie assured me.
"B-But I don't like it when people stare at me... it makes me nervous..." I explained.
"Well..." She seemed to consider something for a moment, and then flashed me a smile. "Maybe I could help with that."
"You're already helping me with training..." I reminded her.
"I haven't been a lot of help in that aspect," she countered, "but talking to people is my forte, so I'm sure I'd do much better helping you regain your confidence."
I hugged myself, thinking her proposal over, then took a deep breath, giving myself time to chicken out. Somehow, I didn't. "Okay... I-I guess, if you want to... help me with that."
"You sure?" she asked. "I don't want to push you either."
"I... I'm sure," I said firmly, trying to convince the both of us.
Annie nodded, rubbing her hands together. "Great! I'll see what I can think of to make you feel more secure about yourself. But, before that, I'm hungry. Let's go back to the city, okay?"
My stomach growled loudly as I got up, making my face hot. I drew my hood again and picked up Toothpike, taking long strides away from a Annie, who had broken into a giggling fit.
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Thomas' POV
I opened my eyes lazily, turning over in my bed. Everything was dark, the house lit only by gentle moonlight that cast a blue hue on everything inside. I wondered briefly how I had even gotten here, since I couldn't remember much from yesterday other than gray and a flash of green. Javer was fast asleep on the other bed, lying strewn all over the uncomfortable cloth that felt heavenly to sore limbs.
I noticed a shadow that split the beam of light entering through the window, piquing my interest. It didn't look like a person, or a tree exactly. I debated with myself wether or not it was worth getting up before swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I suppressed a groan when my muscles complained painfully, getting up on wobbly limbs and turning to the source of light.
A single grey tulip stood bent inside its little clay pot. Its leaves and petals drooped sadly, a couple of them lying dead on the soil in which it stood. A sigh escaped me as I walked closer. I lifted the soft flower with gentle fingers and stared at it fondly. Then, closing my eyes, I let warmth leave me and enter the dying plant. My eyelids felt heavier than before, but the effort to keep them open was worth it to see the tulip standing proud and tall once again.
I smiled at the flower and brushed my fingers over its leaves. "You looked so sad without me," I murmured at the plant. "I'm sorry to have been gone for so long."
A few seconds passed before I realized what I was doing. I rolled my eyes and walked back over to my bed. "I must be going mad," I told myself, rubbing my tired eyes. "Apologizing to a flower."
I stared back at the tulip from the edge of my bed. The moonlight turned its colors silver. It still reminded me of her. So many things reminded me of her. Maybe I wasn't talking to the plant, apologizing to it. I was trying to talk to her.
"I can't go back yet," I whispered to myself, not taking my eyes off the beautiful plant. "So many people need my help here..."
Who needs me more? I wondered, laying back down and pulling the scratchy blanket over myself. Her or them? Who do I need more?
I'm so tired, I thought, closing my eyes and letting sleep envelop me. Dreams, not all pleasant, swam in my head. Dreams of her.
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Javer's POV
It took the help of two other guys to lift Thomas back to the house, which was unfortunately on the other side of the village. I wasn't much help, what with having practically run a marathon while down in the mines. We dumped my friend haphazardly down on his bed, and I then flopped onto mine. It felt like five minutes had passed when I woke up again, still sore all over, and feeling heavy from head to toe.
Thomas was still sleeping on his own bed, now wrapped up in an uncomfortable-looking blanket and with a slight frown on his face. I stretched, not quite managing to suppress a groan that escaped my lips, and got up. The light that crawled in through the window signified that it was well past morning. Getting to sleep in was a rare treat that I wish I could enjoy more often.
Opting to get revenge now that I had the chance, I walked over to the chest in the corner of my one-room house and quietly opened it. I hadn't had time to move my things back from Miron's place—potion bottles, resources, brewing stand, that sort of stuff—so there were only books in there. Still, heavy-as-bedrock alchemy textbooks were exactly what I needed right now. I began sifting through them. A familiar, ancient book surfaced from where I'd stashed it.
I considered putting the faded white-and-gold item back for a moment before turning around with it and hiding the book between my lumpy mattress and the bed frame. Once that was dealt with, I walked back to the box and brought out the biggest piece of scientific literature I could find, a hefty seven-pound beast about the quirkyness of milk, sweet berries, and compounds brewed from both.
I then walked quietly over to the head of Tom's bed, staring down at the sleeping beauty. I raised the textbook above my head, taking a single step back. Then I dropped the book onto the floorboards. The loud boom made me jump, and it did more than wake Thomas. My friend sat up with a jolt, shouting in surprise and swinging a fist my way. I managed to avoid the blow only because the noise had spooked me too.
Thomas blinked, taking a few deep breaths as he processed what had happened. A couple of seconds after, my friend glared at me. "Javer! Why did you do that?"
"Revenge," I explained with a shrug.
Tom sighed, rubbing sleep from his eyes with a grimace. "Right, I forgot that's how you did things. How... I was wondering how you got me in here by yourself."
"Definitely didn't do it by myself," I answered. "Harris and Doren were in the vicinity, so they helped me lug you back here. People weigh a whole lot more when unconscious for some reason."
My friend snorted, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed to sit up. "Uh-huh. We had something to do today, didn't we?"
"Help people get their stuff back, yeah," I answered.
Thomas hummed, getting up slowly and painfully. "You sure you can tag along?" I asked him. "Maybe you should get the Healer to, y'know, heal you."
"I'm sure," he muttered, stretching his legs. "Do you know who's missing things? Did you take notes?"
"Dude, I'm an alchemist-in-training," I said with crossed arms. "If a plant grows somewhere it shouldn't, I will write that down. Who knows what it could be useful for."
"Right," Tom huffed, walking over to the door with a bit of a wobble in his step. "Then let's go."
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We spent a good couple of hours checking houses. The first one we visited, belonging to a woman who'd lost a gold pendant, stumped us immediately. She had a clear view of her bedroom door—which was locked, and where the pendant was kept—from the kitchen where she'd been cooking before she noticed the item was gone. The only other entrance was a creaky-as-all-hell window that she and her husband purposely left ajar. Only a bug of some kind could crawl through that space quietly, but then how would it pick up a heavy gold pendant?
The second house's mystery wasn't much easier to decipher. A boy had lost a gold coin his father had given him, and he kept said coin in a hidey-hole under the floorboards. These made no sound when removed, but the kid kept the coin hidden beneath a bag of little bells, which definitely made a sound when removed. On top of that, it was pretty tough to even find the hidden space. You had to move the bed, which creaked when pushed over the floorboards, out of the way before opening the impromptu safe.
On both occasions, Thomas and I had left without being able to give the families anything other than words of encouragement and hope. We again promised that we would find their things, somehow, and then moved on. The whole detective thing was apparently more work than we'd thought. For the next couple of houses it was at least easier to see where a thief could sneak in and take the gold, but we still had no culprit.
We reached the last house and stood just outside, our brains practically fried. We were both still sore and tired, but 'the villagers came first'. Sometimes I hated how much of a goody-two-shoes Tom could be. And I especially hated how much I agreed with him. I took a step closer and knocked on the door.
A young man, maybe a couple years older than Tom and I, opened the door and walked out. "Oh. Hey. Are you the ones going around searching people's houses? To find the missing gold, I mean."
"Yup," Thomas answered. "Are you missing something too?"
"My dad is," he said, rolling his eyes. "He made a golden spoon, and it's gone."
My mouth opened involuntarily in a smile of recognition. "He's the spoon guy?"
"Yeah," the young man sighed. "He's the spoon guy. Come on, I'll take you to his workshop."
He led us around the house to a shed directly behind it. There were a couple off misshapen tanning racks outside, a half-built fence, and a few of flimsy-looking tools leaning against the unimpressive structure. Inside was chaos. There was a smithing table, a fletching table, both of which looked to have been built by a gremlin, a grindstone, a stonecutter, a smelting furnace and a couple of boxes here and there, all stashed in the same crowded space.
"Tadah," the guy said, gesturing to the mess. "This is where my dad does everything. He's never really been good at much, so he tries to do a lot at the same time, which as you can see doesn't go too well.
"He kept the spoon in here," he continued after a second, opening a small drawer filled with clay molds and a couple of ugly spoons. The drawer rattled with its contents and squeaked as it was pulled out. "Dad spends most of the day here, and as you could tell this thing is very loud. We were wondering if you'd be able to find out how and who managed to take the spoon from right under his nose."
Thomas nodded. "We'll see what we can do."
"Thanks," the guy muttered, walking past us and back into the house.
Tom and I exchanged looks, turning back to the drawer with a distinct lack of gold, although certainly not of spoon. "So, J, what do you think?" my friend asked.
"I think we, as detectives, suck," I answered, looking around. "And whomever pulled this off is fucking magical. How in the everloving fuck could someone steal so much—in a day—and from such... difficult spaces is just... I can't even. Like, within an hour someone took what comes at around five pounds of gold from locked boxes, trapped hideouts, a workshop someone was currently inhabiting, all over the damn village!"
Thomas sighed. "I know, but you didn't have to shout it back at me."
"You asked me what I thought," I said with a shrug. "That's what I think."
"Maybe stop thinking about how impossible this is and start thinking of solutions to the problem," he suggested.
I blew out a long breath. "Right..." My eyes widened as an idea hit me. "I know something we could do," I told him. "Miron taught me how to brew a special potion to see people's fingerprints."
Thomas frowned at me. "Why? And why didn't you tell me from the beginning?"
"Do you know how much useless shit Miron crams into my lessons?" I asked. "I know how to make bee repellent, anti-sneeze cream, styling gel, a bird-proof lotion, and cool neon green lamps," I began listing. "There's some things I remember and then others I completely forget."
"Alright, alright," Tom said with a smile. "Let's just make that potion thing and start checking for fingerprints."
"First we're gonna have to find Miron," I told him. "I don't have any brewing equipment back home, or any materials, and that guy keeps his house under lock and key twentyfive-seven. So we need him to open the door."
"Okay," my friend said with a nod. "Where do we look for him?"
"If he's not in his house then I have no fucking clue," I answered.
Thomas fought back a snicker. "Then let's hope he's home."
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Author's Notes
I really like this chapter, although it isn't one of my favorites. I hope you guys like it too.
Here's your review review, Scar:
ScarOfHerobrine, heh, I'm glad you liked them as much as I liked writing them. Eh, it's fine, better late than never. Yeah, had to stress that enough and then some. Yes, how would he speak otherwise? :P Maybe so, maybe so. You'll find out soon enough. Heh.
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