What if... (hfjONE-shots)

...Airy Returned to Earth (Pt.18)

Heyo once again my Edgelings!

OH

MY

GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!

I wanted to get this chapter out so much sooner... but first I got sick for a week and had zero energy, then I had to do my school science fair experiment (I got second place in my category btw), and now my power is out because we got an ice storm... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nonetheless, here we are! : D

Better late than never I suppose...

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The air was dense with floating water that the burning summer sun sucked into the atmosphere, though currently the sun was nowhere to be found, hidden away beneath the horizon. Its heat still lingered over the asphalt, drawing up the sour smell of the solidified rock puke. The rough black substance covered a large rectangular surrounding a rather rough looking motel. Most of the cars present were parked up close to the building, but one beat up tan vehicle was parked crooked across to spaces in the back, directly beneath an old, flickering lamp post. 

The parking lot was devoid of life, every car empty, the residents of the motel tucked away in their rooms lining the side of the old, musty, tan-plastered building. The heavy air was stirred by the occasional weak breeze, half-heartedly blowing in lazy, irregular breaths. The asphalt around the motel was edged with a grainy strip of dirt dotted with the occasional weed, and beyond that border was more asphalt and concrete. It stretched in all directions, the few specimens of plant life small and scraggly. A whole world poured over with cold stone, swarming with blaring vehicles and objects who preferred to spend their nights away from home.

The most prominent growths were the massive brick and cinder block buildings jutting up from the ground layer of concrete. In the dark of the night, the old, dirty street lights and the constant stream of racing traffic lit the store fronts, the glass reflecting the yellowed glow. Many establishments showed signs of life, even at this late hour, dark silhouettes outlined in the windows, the malty, pungent tang of alcohol leaked out from the joints and permeated the humid night air. 

A cacophony of uproarious laughter and enraged yelling rudely interrupted the utter silence of the dead, stone forest of buildings interlaced with streets and sidewalks. Glasses clinked and clashed within the late night bars, every object within those walls wasted. 

In one corner, just beyond a pool table, a small circle was beginning to form around a particularly heated conversation between two of the bar's patrons. The tension between them abruptly snapped and the wood fence post lunged out and landed a punch on the other object's face. Rowdy cheers exploded from the drunken crowd as the second object retaliated with a punch of his own. Roars of anger and grunts of pain bellowed out from the squabble as the intoxicated onlookers enjoyed and encouraged the entertainment.