Fantraveler 2: Friday Night Funkin

16: Skirmish

     I finished eating everything. Bacon Soup doesn't taste like I thought it would. It actually tasted like beef stew, but instead of beef, it's bacon. Coca-cola was good too.

     I walk outside and change back into my regular clothes. I then start to smell something. Smoke. Like, not a house on fire kind of smoke, or a cookout kind of smoke...

     A drug kind of smoke. Like someone lit four packs of cigarettes at once. I walk into an alley from where I smell it. I turn the corner of a building and I see Garcello leaning against the fence, smoking.

     "Uhhh... mornin," I say. It's late evening, but there's no point.

     "Hey, kid," he says. "Did the smoke catch your eye?"

     "Actually it caught my nose. You could smell it from a mile away." he chuckles.

     "I would have offered you one if you weren't so underaged." he hits his cigarette. He draws in slowly and he lets the smoke out through his nose.

     "Imma be straight with you, you're gonna kill yourself doing that."

     "Maybe you're right." he draws in. "Maybe it does happen. In another timeline at least," he says as he exhales. Wait... is there lore I haven't heard of yet?

     "Just a second." I tap my communicator. "Vac, any new Garc lore I might not know about?" I hear typing on his end.

     "Well, there was a live stream on youtube yesterday from the creators discussing and answering questions about Garcello."     "Well great because he just mentioned something that could be stemming from new lore." Garcello looks at me with such a confused look.

     "Well, if you're referring to when he said 'In another timeline at least' They said in the Livestream that starting then Garcello's death is unofficial. Like an alternate timeline, so it didn't really happen. He should still be alive" I smile. Garc is one of my favorite characters.

     "Breaking the fourth wall I see," Garcello says. I look at him, confused. "Communicating with something or someone not from here, basically breaking the fourth wall." he takes a long drag.

     "So, I heard you were pansexual," I say. He coughs as he exhales.

     "How the f*ck do you know?" He says, still coughing a bit.

     "A broken fourth wall told me," I replied. "It also told me you're twenty-six, five foot eleven, your bday is April fourteenth-"

     "Ok, I get it. You know stuff that I don't talk about often." He says, a bit pissed. "Who even are you anyway?"

     "I-" ... "you're gonna know later," I say. I walk away, saying nothing else.