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A new foe comes to Storybrooke, they think. Though they haven't seen this foe yet, they have a feeling he/she's bad news.
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"Robin, you really need to stop leaving your socks on the floor. I'm so tired of picking them up!" I complained to him from the top of the stairs.
He looked at me from the couch where he and Roland were sitting, "I'm sorry dear." He said.
I walked down the stairs tiredly. I hadn't hardly slept the past few nights, I was beginning to get uncomfortable. I got to the bottom of the stairs, "I'll be home later." I said, walking through the door.
I walked to city hall, like I always enjoyed doing. It took my mind off of things and gave me a moment to myself- well, to me and the human inside of me. I knew I'd have to start driving there soon, though, because I was beginning to get too tired to make the short journey.
I had a meeting to go to after I first went into my office. I stammered my way down the hall into the conference room, bringing papers and such along with me. I opened the door and walked to the table, where Emma, Belle, and other city workers sat.
"Good morning." I said tiredly, somewhat dryly.
"Good morning, Regina. How are you feeling today?" Belle asked politely.
I huffed, like a slight laugh, "Tired. That's what." I said, trying to smile a little.
Belle looked at me sympathetically, "Sorry that you're feeling tired. Hopefully your day will go easy on you after this."
"After this? Is there some kind of bad news I'm going to be receiving?" I asked, eyebrow raised.
Emma leaned forward in her chair and placed her elbows on the round table, crossing her arms. She leaned down and moved only her eyes to look up at me, "There's been some bad things going on in Storybrooke."
I stared at her gently for a moment. I took my chair and scooted it out, then sat in it, placing my things beside me onto the floor. "Do tell?" I asked, concerned.
Emma looked nervously over at Belle. They shared the same look.
Belle directed her attention toward me, "Well, for starters, Grumpy and the other dwarves were sitting by the harbor the other day."
I tilted my head, "Go on?"
"They noticed something in the water, swirling and moving around. They said that a purple, black-ish fog rose from the water, and then they forgot what happened next."
"They forgot? Like just poof?" I asked, now thinking I was being played.
Belle shook her head, "No, no. They remember what happened then, just not after that. They had forgotten everything afterwards, as soon as they woke from their daze, they rushed to tell Emma." She said, looking over at the blonde sheriff.
I directed my attention towards her now, "Sheriff?"
Emma nodded, "All true." She said, really sounding very concerned and almost nervous.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "And that's all they remember?"
They nodded.
"What else is going on?" I asked reluctantly, now leaning my head into my palm.
Emma looked over at Mr. Gold, who had been sitting quietly this whole time. Surprisingly. "Gold was robbed, again."
"Keyword 'again', Emma. He gets robbed all the time." I argued.
"But this time," Gold stepped into the conversation, "This time it was something invaluable. Something that wasn't worth stealing, unless the wrong person was stealing it."
I extended my neck, waiting for him to continue. "And what was it?" I asked, becoming slightly irritated with their slowness to speak.
He took a deep, nervous breath and let his eyes wander around the room. "Ingredients." He said.
I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head, "For what? An omelet?" I began to scoot my chair out from the table, "I don't have time for this, I have a whole office full of-"
"For a potion, Regina. A very strong potion. One that can easily wipe out all the memories of everyone here, or kill us all. It depends on what the person wants to use it for." Gold interrupted.
I looked at him sternly and slowly sat back down. "Wipe out everyone's memories?"
He nodded.
"What does this potion consist of?" I asked.
His nose wiggled a little, eye twitched. "The blood of an ogre, a piece of hoof from a unicorns foot, and a lock of hair from two things her enemy loves."
"Two things her enemy loves?" I asked.
"Yes, it has to be human or animal." Gold replied.
"And a hoof of a unicorn? Why do you still keep these thinks around, Rumple?!" Belle asked, sounding a little accusing.
He shook his head, "For a rainy day, love." He said, sounding dark.
I bit my lip hard, worried for this person's enemy. "Is that all? I don't know what I can do other than put the sheriff on look-out." I said, directing my attention toward Emma.
She nodded, "Already on it."
"Meeting ended." I stated.
I got up from my chair and walked back to my office, laying my things down beside my desk. I walked to the table beside the door and got the things off of it from the secretaries that I needed to do. Today's pile was quite large compared to other days, so I immediately sat down and started working on it. Paper after paper, it seemed like it would never end. I just wanted to go home and take a nap, but I had a job still.
I couldn't hardly concentrate on my papers between my baby moving all around and the thoughts that were slammed into my head today. The worries, actually. Who was this mystery person? Was this person responsible for the fog and loss of memory?
"Madam Mayor?" I heard a voice from the door, interrupting my thoughts.
"Come in." I replied, never looking from my work.
The doorknob twisted and the door gradually opened. One of the secretaries came in, "Hello, Madam Mayor. Someone is here to see you."
"Who?" I asked, now looking up curiously.
She shrugged, "I didn't catch her name."
"Claire! I've told you numerous times to get people's names! How many times-" I stopped. I saw her face drop in sadness; she was new and just trying to get things in order. "Please bring her in." I said after taking a deep breath, trying to calm my anger.
She nodded and quickly walked out. Soon, I heard a pair of feet walking down the hall. I had gone back to my paperwork already when a voice let me know she was in the room. "Hello." She said, almost sounding coy.
I looked up at this tall, skinny woman. She had dark red hair and dark, almost purple eyes. "Hello, how can I assist you today?" I asked, furrowing my brow.
She looked at me again, this time I knew she was being coy. She pursed her lips and walked closer toward me, "You can't." She said maniacally.
I looked at her confusedly, "Then why are you here, miss, miss…?"
"For you." She replied before she blew into the palm of her hand, a dark, black-ish purple smoke rose from it. Suddenly, I blacked out. I was gone. I was out.
"Daddy! Can we go get ice cream today?" Roland came running down the stairs.
Robin shrugged, "Sure, why not? Let's wait until mom gets home, though, I'm sure her and the baby would want some, don't you think?" He smiled.
Roland looked saddened, "I guess so…but when is she going to be back?"
Robin looked up at the clock, "Well, she has to finish working at five, then she'll go to pick up Henry. We can get ice cream after dinner."
He pouted, "That's a long time. Can't we just have it twice?"
Robin laughed and picked his son up into his strong arms, "We can't have ice cream twice in one day."
"But mom did!" Roland argued.
Robin let out an even louder laugh, "Your mother is eating for two. It's not necessarily good for her, but sometimes it happens. Besides, when did she eat two ice creams?"
Roland smirked and his eyes widened, "Oops." He said guiltily.
He shook his head, "Silly boy. Let's keep this between us, okay?"
The young boy nodded at his father, smiling. "What if I'm eating for two, then do I get two ice creams?" He asked curiously.
"I don't think you're eating for too, that doesn't work like that." Robin chuckled.
Roland stuck his bottom lip out, "Why not?" He asked inquisitively.
Robin chuckled again and stood his son back on the floor, "That's a later conversation." He said awkwardly.
He went to the refrigerator and grabbed some things for their lunches. He made them both some sandwiches, then they sat down to eat them.
"You know, Roland, you get to go to school next year." Robin said, taking a bite of his food.
Roland's eyes widened, "Will I like it?"
Robin shrugged, "Hopefully you will. I know Henry does, I bet you will do."
"It sounds scary."
Robin smiled, "Nah, no scarier than flying monkeys." He joked.
Roland shuddered jokingly, "Okay, good." He giggled.
Robin noticed he wasn't eating his sandwich, "Eat up, son. I told your mom we would do the grocery shopping today." He said with a mouth full of food.
Roland immediately sped his pace up, soon finishing the sandwich. They grabbed the car keys and went to the small grocery store, finding everything and then some that was on Regina's list.
"Ooh, ice cream." Roland pointed out from the shopping cart.
Robin chuckled, "Eh, okay." He said. He opened the cooler and got some out, placing it in the cart.
Roland turned to it and was about to take the lid off, before Robin stopped him. "No, no, no. We're still sharing this with your mother." He warned.
Roland's face pouted a little, then he put the ice cream bucket back into the cart. "Daddy, can I walk for a little while?"
Robin nodded and walked over to pick him up from the cart. "Stay close to me, don't wander off."
Roland agreed to his terms and walked behind his father. They went down a few aisles, picking up certain things from the list, and some that were not.
Robin picked up a box of macaroni & cheese and turned around to show his son, "Hey, look Roland." He said, turning around. "Roland?" He asked when he noticed his son wasn't standing to his side. He turned to his other side, then turned all the way around. "Roland?! Where are you!?" He shouted frantically.
He ran down the end of the aisle and looked both ways to see if he could see his son. He went into the main aisle and ran down it, searching each aisle he passed by. None of them had his son in them.
He went to the front desk, "Miss, I have you seen a little boy, about this tall," He showed a measurement with his hand, "Brown, curly hair. Anything?"
The woman shook her head empathetically, "No, I'm sorry, sir. If we see him we can call you. Do you have a number we can reach you by?"
Robin nervously nodded and began writing his number on a piece of paper. "Here." He said, handing the woman the paper.
The woman smiled at him and took it, stuffing it into her smock. "We'll be sure to watch out for him." She said, her smile slowly fading into a frown, then when he turned away, into a devious smirk.
Robin walked out of the grocery store, leaving his cart full of things inside. He looked down both ways of the parking lot, no cars were leaving at the time. He ran down to the store beside this one and looked inside, he wasn't in there either. After another thirty minutes or so, he went back home to search there, but still no luck. He collapsed on the couch, "What am I going to do?" He whimpered.
He decided he needed to call Regina. He called her cell-phone, but no answer. He tried again, no answer. Finally, he called city hall.
"This is the mayor's office, how may I help you?"
"Regina?" Robin called out desperately.
"Yes?"
"Regina! Why haven't you been answering your phone?! I was worried sick!"
"I-"
"Roland is gone." Robin blurted.
There was silence. Neither adult said a word.
"Hello?" Robin said.
"Yes, I am here. Look, Robin, I have to stay here. There's some troubles here at the office, but go look for Roland." She said, clearing her throat mid-sentence.
"Regina, you don't understand. I've looked everywhere I know of! I don't know where to go! And isn't this a little more important than paperwork?!"
She cleared her throat again. "I suppose." She replied dryly.
"You suppose?" He paused, "Regina, do you not care that our son was taken away from me in the grocery store, nowhere to be found? Because that's what it's sounding like at the moment." He said, clearly becoming agitated.
"Your son, Robin. Roland is not mine at all."
Robin paused out of shock. He didn't know what to say.
"Now, if you're done wasting my time, I need to get back to work." She said.
Robin looked at the screen on the phone to make sure he was still actually talking to his wife. "Fine, then. Goodbye."
He ran to the door of their house, opening it and running outside to try and look anywhere and everywhere for his son. He looked at his watch, it was 4:30. He didn't know where to go after this, he decided to check through the town. He started at Granny's, making his way through Archie's office, Gepetto's clock shop, and all the way to Dr. Clark's. Roland wasn't in any of these places, nor had anyone seen him.
He reached the city hall, where his apparently irritated wife was still. He walked into the foyer, leaning over the desk that the secretary was at.
"Hello, what can I do for you today?" She asked.
"I need to see my wife." He said, quickly and bluntly.
She nodded and led him into the mayor's office. "She's been in here all day, never even came out to eat. She was pretty mad this morning, after the meeting she had."
Robin turned the doorknob to her office and let himself in. "Regina, look I know you're busy and all but we-" He stopped and looked at her desk, with her empty chair behind it. He turned to Claire, "I thought you said she hadn't come out all day?!" He yelled.
She winced, "She didn't! I never saw her!"
"Check the bathroom." He demanded, now becoming extremely frantic and worried.
Claire did as she was told and walked off, Robin walked in. He looked around the empty office for any sign of where she might be, and any sign as if she was in danger. He looked on her desk at the large stack of paperwork and shook his head, "She was so busy. She wouldn't just leave." He said to himself. He walked closer to her desk, then examined the chair. He picked up a long, brown hair from it, "That's not…"
"She wasn't in there." Claire stated, bursting back into the room.
"We must find her. Stay here, I'm getting Emma and the Charmings for help." He replied, sounding worried, but still strong.
DUN DUN DUNNNNNN! WHERE'S REGINA?! WHERE'S ROLAND?! WHO TOOK THEM!? SAME PERSON?! SO MANY QUESTIONS D:
Who is this new villain?! Any guesses!? First person to guess right will win...well...nothing really lol. But they'll win! You get the pleasure of saying, "I GUESSED IT RIGHT!" :) hahaha.
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