(Chp.4) Reminence of Remains

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The three chatted and had their tea, sharing stories till sunset as they did so. In fact, Pablim and GC have had quite the number of adventures together- in which most of them Pablim was sent to save GC from a certain death. "What kind of life had this kid lived?" Was all Karl could think as the stories kept comming, one after another more and more piled in. In one of their adventures GC was battling another child in the river not to far from where Karl lived, almost drowning in return. For some odd reason Pablim thought this was to be especially hilarious. He said it was like watching two raccoons battle over an old crumpet, Karl did not return the same energy- he thought it to be a rather horrific story himself.

While Karl enjoyed learning more about his new roomate, he also despised learning about how the man outside the church, now known as Robin, was connected with the man Pablim. At that moment Karl wassent sure of how to feel about Pablim, but he also knew that GC had much trust and faith in him- so he supposed he should trust him enough for GC's sake. It was at this point Karl decided to take a stroll, absorb the night's wonderus air while the moon was still in full bloom. This left Pablim and GC to themselves, a situation they were very familiar with.

"You know Pablim, that little maid of yours used to bring lunch by the church everyday. He'd eat it infront of the glass claiming we were 'picnicking.'" GC spoke to break the unbearable silence, she was aware that Robin was under Pablims command, which made her wonder all the more- just why Pablim would put her through that just to sit and have tea with her as if nothing took place. None the less, she knew Pablim would never hurt her intentionally- right? I mean, she considered Pablim to be her very best friend! A rather pathetic notion indeed.

Just as Pablim was about to respond, the door to the old house was brutally knocked off itxs hinges. From the bitter outside winds emerged Robin, the man from the church. GC hopped off her chair with haste, not wanting to be this man's next victim- again.

"Pablimmmmm, I'm out of gatorade!" Robin whined like a small child as he walked further into the home, ready to pester Pablim to the fullest of his extent.

"Robin! Look at what you've done, now this lovley little home has a giant gaping whole in it- you'll have to fix that you know." Pablim spoke, raising his voice ever so slightly at the child-like man befor him. Even if Robin did practically whatever was asked of him, he still found ways to cause unintentional mayhem; not because he was smart enough to work around the rules, but because he wassent.

"Urgggggg, but I don't want too!" Robin frowned as he slumped, preparing to fix the door with the tools from within his belt. He begrudgingly began his work, though not without shooting GC a malicious side eye every now and then. As Robin fixed the door Pablim spoke, putting a plan in motion that none saw comming.

"Hey Robin, I think nows a good time." Pablim said calmly, standing as he did so. The words seemed innocent, the rather evil nature of them hidden deep within.

"What ever do you mean?" GC spoke, noticing Robin smirking back at her. Little did she know, theese were the last non-frightned words she would speak for a long time.

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(Sorry for the short chapter, it's just a filler.)

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