My lost friend

Song.....?

We both looked at the slight ruins of the community house and I sighed. "I'm gonna tidy this up, rebuilding also. Do you think you could grab me a few materials for it Deery?" People assume me calling Callahan Deery would be some sort of lovers pet name but it's not. He usually dressed as a deer so I've decided to call him that and he's okay with it.

He nodded fast and skipped off to grab me some brick and cement. "this is gonna take a while" I murmured before getting to work. I grabbed the tool kit on the floor and looked threw it. It was Sam's property so I kinda hoped he wouldn't mind. If he did I'd apologize and give him some gold to say sorry...it usually worked.
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A few hours passed and we were nearly done. To be honest I wasn't planning on doing this. I was a king....not some worker. But I enjoyed helping so here I am.

As I worked, I could feel eyes on me. It made me...I didn't like it. I knew exactly who they were as well. He sorted out my posture and my crown, keeping it down secure on my head but obviously I had to make sure my hair looks good before.

He pooffed out my cape and sighed "Callahan" I called to get no answer. I pause, slightly confused "Callahan?" I knew I wasn't gonna get a voiced reply but normally if get something.

"Row row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream"

Erets head snapped to the side, trying to figure out where the voice came from. He scanned the bushes, trying to find someone.

"Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life....is but a....dream"

I was to say the least, freaked out. Nursery rhymes were always creepy. This one, whoever is singing it is supposed to be about the American minstrels show and its probably about that because if there horrific, racist portrayals of black people. No-one ever looks that closely but I do. My mother would sing them to me and when it hit 'Pop Goes The Weasel' I started to look closer.

"No no no she won't, find someone like me"

My head snapped to the other side. Are there two people, is it the same one?
"That's not how the goes....who's there?" I  called, getting my sword out and throwing on my amour. I was none the less terrified. Who can sing in such a creepy voice huh?

"Carelessly carelessly carelessly carelessly, it took my self-esteem"

I walked over to the bushes and started to stab my sword into it. "Come out. This is your king speaking" I called, prodding it again. A sudden rustle erupts from the other side. I spin around and groan to see Karl and George.

"So so so I float
Gently down the stream
Carefully carefully carefully carefully.... nothings as it seems"
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Me and Callahan walked back to the castle. I don't know if that was real or fake. It sure felt real as fuck but...I don't know. I was brought back from thought by a punch in the arm.

I shake my head and look around. "Oh Ranboo....how's it going memory boy" I asked, smiling. He didn't answer.... he seemed to be in-or well seemed to be someone else. I wave my hand and he also snapped out of it.

"How did I get here" he completely ignored us and walked off with his memory book him hand. 'weird' me and Callahan share a glance of confusion and discomfort but push it to the side.

"I'll make dinner tonight yeah?" He nodded happily and we both locked arms before heading off to the kitchen