A/N: do any of you want chapters to be longer or shorter?
Im still unsure where this fic is going... not a good thing
Still no one has contributed any ideas and im running out of ideas for the plot
I guess ill just write it as a documentation of events kind of book? With no clear plot? Idfk ill figure it out later.
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Robert was in some sort of cinema. An abandoned one. The ceiling was dilapidated and falling apart, some areas fully collapsed. The roof still remained over the ceiling, preventing any sunlight from filtering in. Robert held the gun by his left arm, clutching the pistol grip.
Y/N held the pipe, looking around the room next to the main cinema room. Old snack vendors and soft serve machines lay to the right of the room. On the left was checkout and reception.
They walked over to one of the small shelves stocked with candies and stale pretzels. They brushed their fingers over the plastic-foil alloy packaging, pulling the top layer of thick dust off of it.
They looked at the two fingers used to swipe over the packaging. It was covered in a metallic silver substance. Confused, they tried to look more closely at the packaging. Some portions of the bags were covered in a thick black substance.
It was already crusting off the bags. What had happened here?
They picked at it for a while before finding it of no interest. They flipped the bags over to see the expiration date.
1/25/3070
They looked at the date before falling into a deep thought. What day was it today? What year was it? Most importantly, where were they?
Huh. That's weird. I can't remember anything about the time and date. Strange.
They shrugged it off and dusted the bags off with their hands. Whatever day it was and whenever it had expired didn't really matter. Food was food, and in a survival situation they were in, it was crucial to eat everything in sight.
Wasn't that what all the professionals said?
They stuffed it in their pockets. Anything that looked like candy went into their various empty pockets. Granted, they couldn't hold much, but there were enough candies in the bags to sustain them for a while.
"Robert! I found the food stand! Fill your pockets with some of this candy! We'll need it!" Y/N yelled.
Robert, searching up and down the theater room's aisles, paused, turned around and went to Y/N.
"What kind of candy?" Robert asked, walking to the shelves.
"The kind that you eat," Y/N replied.
Robert rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Mr. Helpful two-shoes."
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Y/N's POV
We split up. I know, I know, that I said we were going to stick together. But the downtown of whatever city we're in was just so large we thought it was smarter to split up to cover more ground.
I went to a library. Not to relax and ease my nerves (though I would have wanted to), but to learn more about the city and the planet.
I pulled out my notepad and generic pen I had in one of my candy-filled pockets.
I was going to document everything I learned and share it with Robert.
Well, speaking of documenting everything, I should at least write down who sent us to this planet.
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