The TypeWriter

Section XVIII

After around an hour of walking, Bads legs got tired, and he didn't have the faintest clue of where he was at

He forgot to lock his door too. He didn't even remember what his home looked like,

He figured that he'd find his way back by walking the way he came. He'd assumed he just walked a straight line when he didn't.

Another hour or so passed, and he was still lost. He wasn't wearing many layers, and the night only grew colder

He continued walking and walking, his breath deepening due to the cold temperature. He shivered every once in a while, rubbing his arms as a way to keep warm

He looked for anything that was familiar, but he saw nothing, his memory was getting worse and the cold wasn't helping, it got even worse when snow began to fall

By this point Bad was even further from his home than before, he simply started to run to cover more ground

He just kept running as a pit grew deeper and deeper down in his stomach

He began panicking. He ran everywhere and took all sorts of turns. His once clear mind had begun panicking

The snow still fell and covered the floor, it just kept getting colder and colder

That onto of Bads frantic running only made breathing more difficult than it should've been

Bad soon grew tired and dropped to the floor, he did his best to breathe as he forced himself up

He continued walking despite the pain he felt in his legs, he also ignored the sharp painful, cold wind that he breathed in

He just kept walking

Hoping he'd at the very least find someone to help him

Yet, no matter how far or long he walked there was no one, only the moon and old, dim street lamps, he'd been walking in mostly darkness for a good while now

But one thing caught his eye immediately

It was the white coat and bear mask that Cucurucho wore, except they were just left out on a balcony, which confused Bad

He just stood there staring before seeing light seep through the frosted glass doors, just then those doors opened

And out walked a tall man with pale skin, long glowing white hair, and something white that covered one eye, it looked like it was metal and embedded into his face

He had a small white tail and little bear ears that twitched slightly from the wind brushing past, his hands were white before fading to his skin color and the same went for his long slender legs

Just then he caught sight of Bad and quickly grabbed his things and dashed inside

Bad found his complexion to be beautiful, like that of an angel

Just then the front door swung open and Cucurucho emerged, he dashed towards Bad who looked pale and ill, and since he stopped walking the pain he felt earlier coursed through him and so did the exhaustion

His knees gave in just then but luckily Cucurucho had caught him and helped him stay up

"What are you doing here?" Cucurucho asked, Bad simple staired at him for a moment, he quickly realized that the familiar bear masked was infront of him

He thought he'd died for a moment there ans that this was an angel talking to him, then again he was also a bit dazed

"I.." Bad mumbled

"Well?" Cucurucho asked sounding a bit annoyed, he sighed before speaking again, "Never mind, it's cold outside and you have barely anything on. Let's go inside"

Cucurucho led the cold demon into his home and sat him on the couch, "Are you more of a coffee or cocoa person?" He asked, his voice sounding softer than the tone he'd used just moments ago

Bad was still a bit dazed, so it took him a moment to realize that he was the one being spoken to, "Coffee," He replied softly

Bad stared at the fire that blazed in the chimney in front of him, he found it to be beautiful, he found himself reaching for it slightly when Cucurucho came to give him a cup of coffee

Bad grabbed it but the mug was hot and he felt a slight burning sensation on his hands, it made his eyes squint slightly from the pain

"Well, care to tell me why you were out in the cold snow far from home?"

Bad didn't respond immediately, he stated at the coffee in his hands for a moment, "I planned to take a small walk."

"If that really was the case, then how'd you end up all the way out here?"

"I wasn't exactly looking where I was going, I sorta had my head to the sky that or my eyes were closed,"

Cucurucho let out a deep sigh, "How long were you out walking? Your home is about an hour away from here, maybe more"

"I've been walking for a while now, I realized I was lost when I looked around. I'm pretty sure I walked for about an hour."

"Did you just start taking random turns or something from there?"

"Yeah... I also started running at some point, and it just kept getting colder and colder the more I ran!"

"Well, it's too cold to take you back home and too dark. You'll have to stay the night here or at an inn, but I highly doubt any are open right now"

"Hey, I just noticed your voice doesn't sound robotic! And there's like some sort of black box in your neck." Bad pointed towards Cucurucho's neck as he said this

Cucurucho hadn't realized that he not only forgot to adjust his voice, but he also forgot to put on his mask

Bad placed his coffee on the low table in front of him before leaning in to better look at Cucurucho

"Why do you wear a mask? You look quite dashing without it,"

Bad placed a hand on Cucuruchos' face, "Your real eyes are also a beautiful color. Something about them intrigues me. That bright green color feels so out of place with what you look like, yet that's what makes them beautiful.

Cucurucho stood up and straightened Bad up as well. He put his hand on his forehead only to be met with the heat of what felt like lava

"You're sick, I'm not surprised. Let's get you in warm clothes and into bed"