Crying Ravine

Ch 7- Underwater Coffin

   Everyone stared up at the tall creature treading throughout the market. Every now and then, there might of been someone near the height of the snail, but it was quite a rare sight; it was quite a common sight though when the traveling circus was in their small town. That wasn't the only reason people glared and store at the tall creature.

   Slurp watched his step throughout the market, trying his best to not step on anyone. He wasn't too used to being the tallest of a crowd. When people saw him, they simply just moved out of the way. Slurp couldn't tell if it was a sign of respect or fear, maybe even a mixture of the two. He glared at the poorly-spelled signs. Most spoke almost perfect English, but most of their spelling was quite a horrendous sight to behold. He attempted to interpret most of the signs to try and get some of the stuff he needed before he forgot about.

'I guess not many books get out, huh?' He thought looking at a sign that seemed to be gibberish

"I guess not many books get out, huh?" A voice repeating back yelped, sounding exactly like him.

Slurp searched for the noise as he looked at a booth with barely anyone there. All together the appearance had a greenish-aura. The stand was draped in a lime velvet (ew velvet) sheet with a rose pattern, covering it from the blazing "sun" . There was many little trinkets in the stand such as fidget toys and office items, but there was only one thing that instantly drew Slurp closer. The huge fucking bong right in the center of it all. Its insides glew a bright green , blinking. The bong had several thick heavy duty wires wrapped around and connecting to all the gaps. On top of the stand was a Swish satellite, a cable company from his world.

A little Bagel (the fucking people not food lmfao), came out from behind the huge bong. They were short and glew a faint green. Their hair was straightened and came to around their shoulders. They had on a purple velvet robe with the same pattern.

"How'd you do that silly man?" Slurp said , looking them in their baggy eyes.

"magic.- hey bro... you stepped on my most prized possession." They said , reverting their line of sight to Slurp's bulky boot.

"This is a used condom." Slurp yelped, quickly peeling off the bottom of the soul , then wiping his hand on his pant leg.

"you better pay up, 1,000 wrenches dude." They muttered , reaching their hand out.

"HUH- I-I...(????) I only have 100..." Slurp yelped , confused and panicked.

"well you're working that off now, good job tall man. i'm treebark" The man said, reaching his hand out.

"I'm..... Bell!" Slurp said , looking around for something to give him a fake name.

"well bell you're going around and giving people samples of batteries.... they a new trip dude" Treebark spoke , then whispered the last part.

"Okkaaay sure..!" Slurp said , quite concerned.

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The two stepped into the wet damp room. Wood covering the walls seemed soggy and moldy, as expected. Filth's eyes darted to the desk in the back of the room with someone sitting behind it. Her long orange strands of hair sat on her shoulders despite the fact they were all underneath water. Her prosthetic horn peered from the middle of her face, showing she'd been injured recently. She looked at the pair standing right in front of her , angrily, her lids half-way closed.

"Filth- you have the AUDACITY to show up here with your new... SIDE PIECE after we last met up!" She yelped in anger , raising her voice.

"do we know her?" Filth whispered, leaning into Grave