The sun was low on the horizon when Erik woke. He reached over and plopped his mask on his face, dismissing the protests in his thoughts.
I hate this thing, Erik thought. Every day it goes on, only to have me gawked at! I haven't done any wrong...
His thoughts rambled on until the sun was halfway up to it's peak. After getting out of bed, he dressed and readied himself for the day. He checked out of the inn, whose clerk joyfully told him to have a nice day and come again soon. Erik was not amused and refrained from simply flicking his wrist and strangling the boy to death out of annoyance.
Erik slipped through the shadows unnoticed (thanks to the houses and position of the sun) and headed for the town realtor. He noticed, though, that a fairly large spider had crawled onto him and was on his coat. Quietly he cooed it onto his hand and placed it on the ground in front of him. To him, it would have been quite rude to the spider to just brush it off or kill it – there was absolutely nothing it had done wrong! It couldn't help the fact that it was ugly and scary looking. Yes, he remarked to himself in a barely audible voice, they are just like you...
Ambling on to the realtor in a slightly cautious manner in the shadows makes you suspicious, of course, so to Erik, it wasn't much of a surprise that he felt a tap on his shoulder. Reluctantly turning around, he came face to face with...nothing. He turned around, but his gaze was caught finally by a giggling child whose head reached his mid-torso standing right in front of him.
More or less speechless, he stuttered out the word, "Hello".
The boy stopped laughing and returned the greeting. As the masked stranger turned and started to walk away, the youth trailed behind him. Erik was aware of the boy following him from the moment he turned his back on him (literally). Not bothering to talk to the child, Erik strolled into the realtor's house and rang the bell.
The realtor came in through an interior door, somewhat confused at seeing a dark, masked figure in the center of the room. Mentally shaking, he introduced himself as M. Dupont, Realtor. Erik did not care for the greeting ritual in the beginning of conversations, so began his request.
Monsieur Dupont looked quite relieved after Erik's speech was finished. After receiving a questioning look from him, Dupont told him, "It appears that I know of a house that should fit your needs. It is a tad bit out of town, slightly run down, but other than that it is fine."
After the address had been told, the forgotten boy spoke up, "No, Monsieurs! That house is haunted! My maman told me that there was a thing with a demon's face there!"
There it is, Erik thought angrily. There it is – proof that I am no person. Just a thing with no feelings whatsoever.
Dismissing the boys words and managing to keep his temper in check, Erik bought the house which he had learned to hate as a child. He now was home in Boscherville.
AN: Hope you all enjoyed!
Erik: I still hate you...
Me: Stop being so moody all the time!
Erik: ...
Me: ...Grouch...
AN: My, it seems I have captured Erik! Now he must become part of my talk show; FAKE TALK SHOW!
Erik: That's seriously the name?
Me: Yup. Get used to it.
AN: Read FAKE TALK SHOW on my profile page!
Me & Erik: ...
Me: Okay, then, I'll say it. 'K bye!