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"Am I... seeing things?!" Mirii couldn't move a muscle, not even by imparting imperative commands from her mind.
Her eyes almost wanted to jump directly on the Inkling which was jumping and humming, while hitting the drum with his beater ball: rain keeps falling on him, sliding all the way down towards the already drenching grass.
A storm of arguments, theories and screaming speeches, was filling her mind, going in overheat faster than a puzzle cube could ever do. The beat was breaking through her eardrums with arrogance and egoism, as the music was holding an illegal concert inside her already busy brain.
The eyes of that alternate-one-leg hopping Inkling met the girl's ones multiple times, but his right hand kept calling for the drum and the rhythm which his mouth couldn't ignore. Mirii's eyes wanted to spin out of this world, reaching for a moment the stars and asking them what madness they were witnessing.
Suddenly, her mind throws away all that music and speeches, deciding to release a question bomb right onto those familiar, yet alien ears, infested by that dominating melody.
"Who are you?!" Her eyebrows and eyelids tried to hide her eyes, which were all grown out!
Her words impacted over the music, bouncing back in her own ears. Her mind flipped, leaving the mouth open and unemployed. Her stomach was complaining about those ancient beats, menacing her mind to provide the ultimate pain, if nothing was done for the ears.
The temperature of her forehead was increasing drastically, as veins popped out to reach the fresh air. Her fingers kept stretching, ready to take some wrists and spin them around faster than a valve. Her eyes were starting to see red… and not just that dancing Inkling, which was now moving in circle!
"I SAID, WHO ARE YOU?!" Her voice was a hurricane, shaking trees and grass worse than leaves!
The music was kicked right in the bottom, flying towards oblivion. The large words penetrate through his ears, throwing his brain around, bouncing within the head's walls. Reflexes stop the brain, allowing the head to turn over the girl, while breaking the laws of time and space.
"Aaaah!" His mouth couldn't hold the pain, his mind was now suffering.
His hands were as scared as his eyes, losing their will to hold down those hypnotizing instruments, which could told you the good old times with just one stare at their rusty appearance.
Mirii was now in control of her limbs, with adrenaline flooding in her veins: her eyes were already crumbling the red Inkling's soul, tying his courage with the rope.
"Name and occupation… now." Her arms folded, covering every spots which resembles a mental exit. The frown emerging from her face, was choking his mind with accuracy and dexterity.
"Name…? My… name?" His finger was pointing in front of his mouth, which was out of words to provide.
"Yes." Her right foot started to decorate the silent rainy air, with some splashy hits on the flexible grass.
"… uhm! I never had one…" His mouth was traducing his mind's complex language. "Is that a problem?"
Mirii's mind could fabricate a book of answers, which led to another overheat. The head drenched, begging the mind an urgent air supply for the burning forehead. The fearful memory was reminding the brain about that unpleasant information… as the brain immediately closes and archives the case.
The mouth was acting impatient, filled with the intense will to use its voice communication skills towards the Inkling with questionable age, but with a face so harmless to not hurt the eyes of a fly. For now, the mouth was sighing in front of the mind's slowness… until, a vocal message arrived right on her throat.
"Yes, it's rather suspicious. Every creatures in the world bears a name within their souls. It's part of our identity." Her head felt being above his, while her frown kept doing their choking job.
"Ugh! Then, it's a problem indeed!" His stomach retreats, covering his mind with mud full of shame. "Can you help me with it?"
"Huh?! You want me… to give you a name?" Her mind was as speechless as her mouth, while that same question was echoing all over her head.
"Please!" His hands knew better than his face, the situation which was about to be unfolded.
They clasped tight, enchanting a ritual dance with their wonky movements. Mirii's eyes couldn't help but feel attracted by their bizarre moves, watching their entire show in silence, despite the mind was demanding an immediate attention.
"Uhm… it's just a name, after all." The mouth smiled, thanking the hands to filled it with kind words to utilize. "However, my mind isn't really good or in any conditions to think about something as creative as a name."
His mouth got stabbed from the back, as the words were all escaping the throat's walls. His mind was picking up Mirii's newest vocal message pieces and started building an image, by putting each piece near the other.
"Your mind… is as hungry as a pack of large Squids. If you give it bait, you'll soon catch the name suitable for my humble identity." His ears were crying, as they remembered their good friend Music.
His hands couldn't help but feel sorry for their friends: without even asking permission from his mind, the hands fell on the instrument tools, catching them while using a claw formation. The mind ordered the hands to hold on, waiting for the girl's mind to decide the fate of the Inkling's entire identity.
Thinking… thinking… that's what her mind kept saying throughout her head. The eyes were still glued on his hands, begging for the mind to free them from this odd curse. What they received in response, shocked their irises: the mouth agrees with the mind's brief speech, by using a smile.
"I just found the perfect name for you." Her head confirms her own statement.
"Joy!" His body was shaking, starting an improvised dance combined with the hands' music skills over the drum. "Then, reveal it!"
"Beat." Her mind stood still, hiding behind the time for the incoming answer.
"Beat? Beat… uhm…" His chin called his right hand for a quick massage, while the mind entered inside its jury room, discussing the name stranger with his emotions.
The time was disguised in minutes in front of the girl, but the red Inkling didn't even notice such phenomenon. His mind finally reached the verdict, as it was sending precise words handed over his mouth.
"Beat! It speaks so much about me!" His smile formed the fireworks of the parade show.
The girl felt the urge to move around, jump and sing triumphal notes. However, she could only imagine that… since she never bothered to learn its secrets, throughout her young life. Her heart felt becoming a large sponge, thirsty of more emotions.
"Thank you so much, kind girl! I can't leave you alone, after the treasure you sent me with only your generosity: is there anything I can do, to let you receive a treasure full of wonder?" Beat bowed, carrying his heavy words on his back.
The girl saw something shining in the horizon: she was immediately attracted, ready to jump on it as soon as her mouth had the talking initiative.
"Do you know where are the Inkling Hot Baths?" She was getting mentally ready to dive in a pool full of relax and relief.
"Why yes! Were you in this forest, just to get the chance to visit them?" Beat shook the words off, forgetting very soon their supposed heaviness, while relief was now hopping on his shoulders.
"I was… however, the road I was following earlier disappeared in thin air. Now, I don't have any clue which would help me get near them… or even finding a way out." Her mouth was crying more than her own eyes.
Beat caught her words, which were drenching in tears: the red Inkling got even redder, opposing the fate who led the girl into this oblivious nightmare with his frown. He opens his right arm, in such speed that Mirii begged the time to slow down for a moment.
The music… the rhythm… it rose from the air's ashes!
"Tumtumtum, tumtututum!"
"Tumtumtum, tumtututum!"
Hopping and humming, Beat showed his back over the girl, as his legs were bringing him in an unknown direction. The sudden movement woke the girl from her talking statue form, as now sense of action was getting through her mind.
"Wait, where are you going?!" Her right arm stretched, as far as her elasticity could allow her.
The Inkling was about being eaten alive by the fog, as his music was already facing some of the drastic consequences, inside the white-covered area. Fear jumped over Mirii's throat, controlling her legs to move faster than the water dropping from above.
She was breaking records, defying traction logic and ignoring safety precautions: no matter her will stronger and bigger than her own limits, Beat was unintentionally performing a magic act which Mirii would pay with her credit card in order to not see.
Money got her nowhere, as now the only thing standing in her way, was just rain and a bunch of lonely trees, staring at the girl with their lack of behavior.
"BEAT! BEEAAAATTTT!" Her hands were together her mouth, reproducing a voice louder than the rain's sad melody.
Her words were lost inside that cursed fog, never satiated to miss out any meals provided by mere mortals. She threw a sigh, which the girl wasn't even interested to see where it'd fall.
Mirii… where are we now?
"I don't know, Hunley… Beat left without saying a word about his destination." Her legs were losing energy, copying the same state of her mind.
The rain falls heavier than before… and the fog felt even thicker.
Beat? Who's Beat?
Suddenly… on that tower of memories, small cracks formed from the bottom, then quickly sky-rocket over the top, releasing the music, the name, his face, her reactions, as they were all appearing over chunks of glasses. What her mind was seeing ahead, is nothing more than a large mountain-like pile of shattered glass.
"… what's going on here?" Her head started spinning, throughout a windmill of an endless army of questions.