The Most Peculiar Sort of Person (Hiatus)

The Most Peculiar Sort of Person

I met them while I was working. They stood out right away, which really isn't that hard to do when you're in the mall's food court. Artie's Pizza Palace, to be exact. They walked in singing a song together, then just stared at me rather than ordering.

It was like they tried to be opposites. The girl on the left had blue eyes, the one on the right had brown. Left had short black hair, framing her face while Right had platinum blond hair hanging down to her hips. Long story short, they were weird from the start.

"Are you sure about him? He seems a bit-" Started Right, cutting herself off.

"Plain? Yeah, kinda." Said Left, finishing for Right. "Still..."

"His nose is rather interesting." They said in unison, nodding.

I sighed, looking down at the register. Not only did I have a scar going across the bridge of my nose, and up above my eyebrow, it was also slightly crooked from being broken. Twice. "Are you going to order?" I asked, hoping I sounded somewhat confident in my cashier abilities.

Left wrinkled her nose, and Right shook her head. "Ew, no. This place is terrible." They both said, before Left started digging around in her pocket. She pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, flattening it out on the counter, then stabbing at the address written down with her middle finger. "Be there tomorrow at 4, aye?" She said, grabbing Right's hand and pulling her out the door.

I wasn't going, of course. I wasn't so stupid as to meet up with two strange girls downtown. Something about it certainly did interest me though. Like, who the hell says 'aye' in normal conversation? 

And the whole finishing each other's sentences was just creepy. Those girls were something out of a horror movie.

Nope, I was most definitely 100% not going.

Yet, somehow, I ended up in front of an old abandoned building the very next day, right at 4. "Oh, fuck it, what am I doing?" I grumbled to myself. I was at the right address, I had double checked on my phone, it just didn't seem possible.

Who invites somebody to meet them at a crumbly old building? I sighed, pacing back and forth and checking the time at least three times every five minutes. Finally, at 4:22, they arrived, once again singing some song I had never heard.

"Oh, hello!" Left said cheerfully, and Right gave a little wave. "I don't believe we introduced ourselves. This is Harley." She said, motioning to Right.

"And this is Karli." Harley said, poking Karli's cheek. I should have guessed their names would rhyme. Of course.

"Were you waiting long?" They asked together, and I just shook my head, not wanting to sound too pathetic. 

"Oh, good!" Chirped Karli, fishing keys out of her hoodie pocket then handing them over to Harley. After a moment of fumbling around, the door was open. I really can't say what I was expecting. I guess I had thought we would walk in to find a dusty old room with moldy wallpaper, but no.

It was smaller than I had expected, though still big enough. A futon was pushed up against the far wall, and a small TV sat across from it. There were old gaming systems sitting next to the television, and stacks of board games next to the couch. The strangest thing, though, was the large fish tank stretching across the entirety of the left wall.

"I don't understand." I said, nervously scratching at the back of my head.

"If you don't understand-" Harley started.

"Then why not just ask?" Finished Karli.

"Okay then. Why did you invite me here? And, um, what exactly is this place?" I asked, and Karli grinned, enough to tell me that they had something planned.