Mr.
Starless: [Hey girls!
I’m back!
Wait, where’s Dylan?]
Elya and Silvya seemed to be worried; being closer to the ground, they felt it rumble, not having a clue why.
Elya: [Dylan left…]
Silvya: [We don’t know where he went…]
A bead of sweat formed on Mr.
Starless’s forehead.
Remembering that Mogi hasn’t shown up either.
Mr.
Starless: [Hey…]
He leans down to their level, putting his hands on his knees for support.
Mr.
Starless: [We should all go look for Dylan!
I’m guessing he hasn’t gone too far!]
His facade lights up the twins, and they go flying through the densely packed crowd, ready for their search.
Mr.
Starless frantically calls out to them to wait for him and starts running after them.
Albeit much slower.
First stop!
The Drunk Fart!
Elya: [Hey!
Hey HEY!!]
Silvya: [Hello!!]
The drunk guy selling overpriced apples was getting really annoyed with these two children bothering him.
Probably his own karma playing a part in it.
Swindler: [What’cha want, shitheads!
I’m tryna sell some stuff here and you’re in the way!]
Elya & Silvya: [Have you seen Dylan?]
The swindler thinks for a second, even scratching his chin hairs.
Trying his best to remember who that was again.
Swindler: [Nope!
No clue where that guy is!
Now leave me alone!!]
Elya & Silvya: [Aww man!]
Elya: [Welp, let’s go find Elliot!]
Silvya: [Oh, yeah!
He’s in love with her, right?
He’s probably drooling at her right now!]
Second stop!
Dylan’s crush!
Elliot was selling some fresh bread to some people, all with that plastered-on smile she has.
Elya & Silvya: [Hello!!!]
She looks down and sees the cute faces of that one guy’s sisters.
Elliot: [Hi!
Would you like some bread?]
Elya: [Nope!]
Silvya: [Have you seen our brother around here, maybe stalking you a little?]
She’s weirded out by that question; the reason being she doesn’t think that boy’s been spying on her, but now how would she know if they’re talking out of their asses.
Elliot: [No… I don’t think so… he could have bought you guys surprise sweets though.]
Elya & Silvya: [THE CANDY APPLES!]
Their dad finally makes it over to them, only to stop so he could cough and wheeze.
Mr.
Starless: [Holy hell! Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
You both, are fast!
Can you maybe… slow it down—]
And just like that, they were off like the wind.
Mr.
Starless just stands there, speechless, before collecting himself.
Mr.
Starless: [Fucking hell… s-sorry about them!]
He also picked up the pace and dashes out of there, leaving Elliot wondering what had happened to him.
Final stop!
Candy apple man!
Elya & Silvya: [Candy Apple Man!!]
He looks down and sees two big, puffy eyes.
Elya and Silvya were tired of this game, and were missing their big brother.
Candy Apple Seller: [What happened little ones?]
Elya: [We can’t find our big brother!]
Silvya: [We’ve searched everywhere that he could’ve been!]
The seller thinks long and hard.
Whether Dylan was somewhere in the crowd.
But since the area was way too packed, he only remembered blobs.
Candy Apple Seller: [Sorry!
But I got nothing!]
They both look defeated, thinking that Dylan must’ve left them to go hang out with Mogi, or someone else entirely.
Then, Mr.
Starless showed up.
Mr.
Starless: [Hey!
Could you girls MAYBE stop running away so quickly.
It’s way too dense in these crowds for me to keep finding you guys—]
He then notices the sniffling coming from their faces.
He immediately calms down and reverts into loving, dad mode.
Mr.
Starless: [Oh, c’mere you two…]
They both ran into his extended arms and started sobbing their eyes out.
Elya & Silvya: [Big brother left us!!!]
That one bead of sweat, multiplied by 4.
Usually Dylan isn’t gone for too long; if he were, he’d have got his sisters a surprise by now.
Then he thought for a minute.
Mogi isn’t here with them.
Dylan and Mogi are best friends.
Which only meant one thing…
Mr.
Starless: [Hey… Girls… could you wait here for a few minutes.
Daddy’s got some things he needs to discuss…]
He pats their heads and dashes off without them.
Village folk were pushed and shoved out of the way, as Mr.
Starless frantically ran to the only place he might get an answer.
Since he remembered Dylan and the gate-opening guy used to talk whenever he walked by.
Mr.
Starless: [Hey!!]
He latches onto Mr.
Reygan’s shirt.
Shaking him from side to side.
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Starless: [Where!
The Fuck!
Is Dylan!]
Mr.
Reygan doesn’t even bother to respond for a moment, his eyes glued to something a lot more troublesome.
Mr.
Reygan: [I tried to stop him… He wanted to see his friend… He didn’t want him to die…]
Mr.
Starless: [What are you talking about—]
*BOOM!
He’s interrupted by the shaking and rumbling the twins felt earlier.
Finally, deciding to look at whatever was bothering Mr.
Reygen so much.
Mr.
Starless: [Oh my God…]
That, that’s the only thing that would come out of his mouth.
As the blood-stained, dirty creature pushed away some trees, stepping out of the forest…
For the first time.
A couple of blonde and brown hair strands fell out of its mouth; Mr.
Starless felt as if he was about to vomit.
His grip on Mr.
Reygan’s shirt tightened as he leaned on him for support.
Mr.
Starless: [Holy fuck!
Holy fuck holy fuck!!!]
The thing’s strobe lights illuminated the meadows that connected the two.
It looked around before snapping its head right at Mr.
Reygan and Mr.
Starless.
The stature and disgusting face of the creature horrified Mr.
Reygan and Mr.
Starless.
Mr.
Reygan: [Get inside.
Evacuate everyone you know… NOW!]
He followed those wonders to a tea, running as fast as he could back to where the twins were.
Mr.
Reygan stays behind, knowing what he will have to do.
It roared loudly, somehow reaching the ears of Mr.
Reygan, which bled.
He held his ears to mitigate the permanent damage.
The ground also started shaking violently once more, feeling as if an earthquake was about to hit.
In an instant, the thing was only a couple of metres away from Mr.
Reygan.
Feeling as nothing more than bait, he tried to stay calm and look the creature down.
Mr.
Reygan: You don’t scare me!
You don’t scare me at all!!
He repeats the same line over and over in his head.
Keeping his eyes closed, so he didn’t have to look at its jaw dislocating as it lowered its mouth over his head.
Every second, his ramblings got louder and faster within his safe escape.
Drowning out the noise of his head, and limbs got ripped off slowly.
I say, he didn’t experience any pain.
But that’s for you guys to interpret.