•The Curse•

ch. 30

No one's POV

They then turned to look at the cowboy and see him glaring right at them with his arms crossed.

Craig: "Um, you sure?"

Man: "Yes, of course! He's the towns hero!"

Molly: "More like towns killer.."

she mumbles under her breath. The town's praise for their cowboy hero leaves Molly unconvinced. She shares a skeptical glance with Craig.

Craig: "Maybe he's nice once we get to know him more. Plus, remember food."

Tweek, now perking up at the mention of food again, clutches onto Craig's shirt, his stomach's rumbling growing louder. Molly hesitates, but the prospect of a warm meal and a roof over their heads prevails.

Molly: "Fine, but if he tries to kill us, I'm blaming you."

Craig playfully grins at Molly.

Craig: "Deal."

Together, they follow the town's guidance towards the cowboy's house, their thoughts lingering on the mysterious hero who awaits them. As they move toward the cowboy's residence, Molly can't help but wonder what kind of character they are about to encounter.

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The group finds themselves seated on a couch, facing the cowboy, who sits across from them. A table brimming with various dishes separates them. The townsfolk peered through the window, their curious gazes peeking in discreetly. The windows are closed, preserving the privacy of their conversation, but the presence of the staring spectators adds an element of intrigue to the atmosphere.

The table is laden with an assortment of dishes, each item exuding an aroma that makes their mouths water. Molly, still suspicious, observes the setup with a mix of hunger and wariness. Craig, on the other hand, can't hide his excitement over the prospect of digging into a proper meal.

Craig is the first to reach for the food, filling his plate with a sampling of the dishes. Molly, her appetite piqued, follows suit, taking a moment to consider before selecting a few items for herself.

Tweek, who was now awake and sitting and not laying in Craig's arms, is now eating the food, finally tasting something good and cooked for once

Craig devours his food with enthusiasm, savoring each bite. Molly, too, relishes the flavors, her hunger satisfied. Tweek, now fully awake, joins the feast with a renewed vigor.

Meanwhile, the cowboy remains silent, his presence enigmatic. The villagers continue to peek through the windows, their curiosity piqued. Molly occasionally glances towards the cowboy, her guarded expression hinting at her lingering skepticism.

Molly swallows the food and then wipes her mouth with the napkin, then she clears her throat

Molly: "So uh...what do you want?"

Molly's question cuts through the silence, breaking the contemplative atmosphere. She wipes her mouth with a napkin, her gaze focused on the cowboy. Meanwhile, Craig and Tweek exchange glances, their curiosity piqued.

The cowboy, seemingly lost in thought, looks up at Molly. His gaze is stoic, but a glimmer of amusement flickers in his eyes. He leans back in his chair and responds in a calm, measured tone.

Cowboy: "What do I want? That's an interesting question."

Craig and Molly share glances, waiting for the cowboy's explanation. Tweek, now fully engrossed in the conversation, swallows a bite of food before speaking up.

Tweek: "Well, we kinda want to know why you decided to be a "hero' and all that stuff."

Curious murmurs ripple through the unseen crowd outside the window. The villagers can't help but hang onto every syllable of the conversation unfolding.