Y/n's POV
"The same pen!?"
"Senior?" The others cried
"Yep." The strange man said and climbed up on the table,
"Well, not from grace field at any rate." He said and lifted his white button-up shirt enough for us to see a tattoo just like us, yet instead of the numbers we had on our neck, it read ETR3M8.
An ID code... on his abdomen?
"I come from a plantation called glory bell. I escaped it 13 years ago... With my colleagues. And thanks to this pen." The strange man said as he stood on the table
"He's the same as us..." Jemima said in awe
"That's right." He said as he walked forwards towards us, his boots hitting the table with loud thumps
"I'm just the same as you. Ended up here while searching for Minerva"
Other humans... other escapees...
"However..." He said and slumped down
"When I finally reached the place for real, Minerva wasn't around," He said while he acted all bummed out
"I waited for a hella long time, ended up living here, and no trace of the man. No way around it, man's a dirty liar"
"Though... I gotta say I'm grateful for this shelter y'know?" he said while everyone listened to him eagerly
"There's lots of food and water, there's even running electricity and plenty of living space, too... everything's provided for. And a lot of material about the world, not to mention all the valuable information. Hurrah for my man Minerva!" The black and white-haired man with a smile
"Say, where's the rest of your group then," Emma asked,
I wonder how many more adults there are here...
"Dead. All of 'em. I'm the only survivor."
What?
The children grabbed onto each other, they all had worried frowns on their faces.
"AH- COME ON DON"T GET ALL GLOOMY NOW! IT ALL HAPPEN A LONG TIME AGO." The man yelled, you couldn't tell if he was trying to cheer the younger kids up or just being crazy.
It was hard to decide.
"But..." Chris started to say but closed his mouth being careful not to reach a touchy subject
"And I gave up looking for Minerva a long time ago too. Now I'm just taking my time and having it easy." He said waving his hands around.
While watching the man rant you noticed that he only had one glove on,
What the heck.
"What's up with you guys though? What sorta group are you?" The old man said
"Ah! We're..." Don started
"Hold it." He said holding his hands up,
"You're from grace field, and... the 16 of you escaped 7 days ago. that much is clear enough. A glance at you all and it was obvious"
How much does he know? How did he find out...?
Questions started spinning in your head.
"What I wanna know is...How come a bunch of total suckers like you chumps... managed to survive this long, without a single one biting the dust?" He asked
Emma looked up and the old man with a surprised expression. You stood to the left of her.
"Huh?" Don asked
"Look, it's just like I said... This is a shelter. Food, water, furnished rooms... it has everything."He said kneeling on the table with his hand gesturing his words
"However...stocks are limited, You know?" He said with a creepy smile that sent a shiver up our spines
"I'm not letting anyone take a single bite of my share. I'm serious. I'm older thank you. I came here first. this is my home. And consequently... Y'all gonna die. Cause you're weak." He said bluntly. It felt like a punch to the stomach.
Your body stiffened
This man was irritating you.
"Were not-" Dominic started but was interrupted by the strange man
"Are too. just look at you."
"it's obvious you all never even been in the grip of death. You've barely scratched the surface of the very basics... and yet you're all here. This is nagging at me. The very image of naive chumps who know nothing... That's why I guarantee it... you will die." The man said with a smirk as if he was of a higher statice than us, his face said it all. You already hated him.
"No matter what you do, it's simply impossible to stay alive out in this world." The one gloved man said, What was the use of that glove if you don't have another one for the other hand...?
"Is that what happened to your former colleagues?" Ray asked
"Exactly. Dead one after another, cause they were all wimps... until I was the only survivor. I was the only one able to survive. 13 years... Only I... Only I figured out the trick to staying alive." The man said
"The trick...?" Chris asked, he was hugging Emma.
"Drop the dead weight."
"Comrades equals dead weight. Hope equals dead weight. caring equals dead weight. All of that just weighs you down." The man said with a scowl.
"You're wrong!!!" Emma yelled slamming her hands loudly on the wooden table.
"Afraid I'm not. It does." The old man said and reached behind himself. but before you could stop him... he had already had Emma in a headlock with a gun pointing at her head
"EMMA!" You yelled
The mad man stared dangerously at you.
"Worst dead weight of all is a troupe of clowns passing as chums." He said
"Hand it over."
Everyone stood petrified, What if he pulls the trigger? What is 'it'?
"Your pen, kids. Give it to me already. I'll be keeping it so that y'all will never step in here again." He still held the gun in his hand, would he pull the trigger on a kid? Become a murderer of his own kind? Probably. This man couldn't care less about us and he made that very clear while giving his whole speech.
"Damn you..." You whispered under your breath. The man didn't seem to notice.
"I don't want anyone weighing me down. Sorry, but you guys have to leave. Well then, gimme your pen and get the hell away from my face. Otherwise, every single one of you is gonna die right here and now."
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Hey, look! A chapter!
Hello, there my dear friends ^^
Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I was thinking of updating a few weeks ago but I guess I never did...
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