the mold-soot family lore

the city

I defiantly proof read this.

anyways this is for you WF

Nightmare POV:

WF installed alarms yesterday.

He said it would help me with my paranoia, and in all honestly it kind of did. 

I still go around checking those pockets of space someone could hide in, and I doubt I will ever stop doing so.

WF wants me to get out of the house, and of the garden. He says how he wants me to go to the city, since being cooped up here is 'bad for my health,' whatever that means.

And so, in the first time in 3 years I get my ass up and leave. I had gone to the city before, but I always had been accompanied by someone. It was usually WF but on the rare occasion Cora came home I would go with her as well. I loved spending time with Cora, I realise that it was rather selfish of me trying to replace her previous parent. So, I truly try my hardest to fix my previous mistakes and bond with her. But to be honest, I'm not sure it's working. 

Breaking myself from my thoughts I realise I have reached the gate. Opening it slowly and taking a step out, I look at the house behind me.

Something upsets me by seeing my home in this way.

Seeing it the way that anyone passing would.

That unsettles me. 

But I go on, turning my back on the house and walking to the train station. Yes, I could take a car, but I like the experience of the train. It reminds me of when I was younger, even if I don't exactly miss that time.

As I walk for about half an hour the train station finally come into my vision. Along with this I also notice the dark clouds forming in the sky. I guess it's going to rain later, seems I have to buy an umbrella. 

Going inside the train station I admire how clean it is, not a single trace of gum of litter on the floor. 

That makes me happy.

I go over to the ticket stand and buy one to the city at 12 PM and another ticket back to this station at 6 PM.

Glancing down at my watch I notice that it's 11:50, giving me 10 minutes to get to the train. 

I notice how empty the train station is, apart from the few people walking by. Although, I couldn't see any of their faces. 

This, once again, unsettles me. It makes me feel as though this isn't real. Like a dream, but it isn't. I know it isn't. So I continue with my day, getting to the platform in 5 minutes, and standing awkwardly for the next 5 until the train got there. 

I get on the train and stare through the window. Watching how quickly the things outside would go past. 

It amuses me. 

After a 30 minute train ride I arrive at the city. I get off and immediately realise the dark clouds.

It was definitely going to rain. 

Now on the platform I feel a sense of familiarity, recognizing the train station after being there so many times. A nice wave of nostalgia washes over me.

I like nostalgia.

Walking out of the train station I think where to go next, in the end I decide to go to the bookstore. I had heard of a new book WF was obsessed with, some love story about some guy named Voldy and the over named Lucious. Although, I failed to find in the bookstore. 

That disappointed me. 

Leaving the bookstore I realise how hungry I am. I had decided to skip breakfast as I had woken up late and wanted to get to the city sooner than later. I remember a nice little café around the block, I used to go there with one of my old friends.

I wonder how she's doing, it had been a while since we had spoken. When I had worked in the mafia she was my assistant. Remembering how bored I would get when I was at home a thought crosses my mind.

No.

Well, maybe.

I mean I was useful in the mafia, I least I think I was. I doubt WF would mind that much, and if he did well, he didn't have to know. 

I shrugged off the thought as I sat down at the café. Looking at the menu I begin to lose my appetite, not that it didn't look good. It was simply that I didn't feel safe there, like something was wrong.

So I got up and left.

Reaching the door I realised it was raining .

Well, shit.

"Hey, uh, do you need an umbrella?" A voice calls out from beside me. I look to my side and notice a tall fluffy blue man standing there, holding out an umbrella. 

He sort of looks like a blue Sour Patch kid. 

"Hello?"

"Oh, sorry. I was lost in thought, what did you say again?"

"I asked you if you need an umbrella," he repeats, "Oh wait, I should probably introduce myself. My names Huggy Wuggy," he smiles holding his other hand out for me to shake.

"I'm Nightmare, it's nice to meet you Huggy Wuggy."

"Likewise."

"So, about that umbrella?"

"Oh yeah here! If I can ask where are you heading?"

"Well I'm not quite sure yet."

"Well then, could I accompany you where ever you're going?"

I look at the grin plastered on his face. Something about this feels wrong, but oh well.

"Sure thing."