I was going to make it longer, but I was tired and today I'm a little busy. I own nothing just Crystal and Truffelio, Megan is owned by the gust m.
After walking by around fifteen minutes, Truffelio began to get tired. He looked up at Crystal but she just had a serious and determinated look on her face.
"Hey Crys! You haven't, by any chance, a car, have you?"
"First, don't call me Crys. Second, you really think I would do all this walk if I had a car? If I had a car we wouldn't even meet to begin. No. I worked there pratically all my life just to have a home, clothes and enough food, nothing more. I just had a little of money once in a while from Amanda, to me to play games in the Arcade. I not even know how to drive, in fact."
"But we're going all the way to Gamelot walking?" The boy asked unbellieving.
"Of course not." Crystal rolled her eyes. "Just some minutes more and we'll take a bus."
"First, I haven't money. I imagined you had a way to to take us to there. Second, no bus from here enter Gamelot."
"First, I have a little of money Amanda gave me, enough to us to go." And to me to back, she thought, but don't said it to him. "Second, the bus to New York stop on the road near the city. We'll just need to walk a little more."
"Oh, right." He muttered.
The two walked in silence to the bus stop, and waited there in silence, 'till Crystal decided to break it.
"Sorry me for ask, but what kind of stupid game is Truffelio? It don't sounds like a human name not even in Japan." She shook her head.
"I was my father who chose it. I don't know why he chose a Sugar Rush-like name if no one was supposed to know it even existed, but he did."
"Sugar Rush? That girly racing game? And why it?"
"My mother was from Sugar Rush before the curse."
"Wait, what curse?"
"I didn't told you? It's why they're here, my father cursed all the Arcade and brough all it's characters to here, to the real world."
"And why he did it?"
"I still don't know. No one, except him, remembers."
"And why you remember?"
"I don't remember, I was born in this world. I know..."
"All right, all right, enough of this nonsense." Crystal cut him as she saw other people were looking curiously at them. "Maybe, instead Gamelot I should take you to a psychologist." She whispered. "I will not do it because I don't want problems with adults."
"So you think I'm crazy, but was hearing and asking question just a minute ago." Truffelio smilled.
"Crazyness is believe this history is real, but it's interesting, I have to admite. So, what game I'm from?"
"Actually, both your parents' games."
"That are..."
"I'll not tell you. You think I'm crazy." He replied.
"Fine by me. I just asked to avoid the silence." She shrugged.
Luckly for them the bus finally came. Crystal slept all the way, while Truffelio was reading his book. He woke her up as they began to approach their destination, it was already night and the boy seemed a little nervous as they approached the limits of the city.
"We need to go quick for home." He said.
"Why? You're afraid of darkness?" Crystal asked playfull.
"Not the darkness. In fact I'm afraid for you."
"Why?"
"You'll not like to know, just come with me."
He began to run, street by street, 'till they reached a mansion near the square in the center of the city.
"So you live here? Not bad." Crystal muttered.
"It would be good if wasn't my father.
"Why your father?"
"He wasn't the same."
"The same when you was little?"
"No. The same when he and Mom meet, before the curse... Before the virus."
Crystal rolled her eyes. And agin he with that stupidness about a curse.
"They sounds like someone who will not be happy to see me here." She said loud.
"Oh, but it's still early. He isn't home. And believe me, my mother will love you."
She had serious doubts about that but followed him inside.
"Oh, Truff, there are you!" A woman suddenly exclaimed when he opened the door. Crystal thought she just could be his mother. "I was so worried about you. Where was you?"
"Out of the city. I went to find someone." He pointed Crystal.
The girl finally could look right at the woman. She had long, wavy light-brown hair and eyes the same collor, she had a soft smile and a sweet look and was wearing a pale pink, long dress and black shoes.
"Hello there, dear! What's your name?"
"It's Crystal, ma'am." Crystal tried to return the smile but failed.
"Please, call me Megan. So you're Truffelio's mysterious friend?"
Puzzled, the girl raised an eyebrow to him.
"Yeah, and I need she to see a thing before dad comes back." The boy replied, quickly pulling the girl up the stairs, but Crystal stopped midleway.
"Hey, calm down! I'm not going anywhere or doing anything. I will take the next bus to New York."
"What?! But, you're the only one who can uncurse the city."
"Look, I never said I believed you. In fact, I remember had told you that it was crazyness. I'm really not staying here. No family, no home, I prefer be in a place I know at least a little, the place from where I came."
"But you came from here. You has a family here!"
"And if I would believe you, they probbly don't remember me. No, thank you, but I will not stay."
Truffelio still tried to complain, but the girl runned off.