Playing the Fool

Chapter 26

How long had it been? Not that I care, considering we can never leave this place even if I tried to find a way like the...

Glancing around the figure noticed their overly cheerful British friend was nowhere to be seen, which was odd normally Fanciso couldn't get away from him. Taking another drag on his cigarette, the frenchman breathed the smoke out through his nose in a sigh. The only upside to this whole mess was that he never had to relight, seeing as this world seemed to be stuck in a time loop. It drove a few of the others nuts but Francisco could careless, nothing could bother you if you didn't care.

Still a voice in the back of his head, the one that sounded annoyingly like his P1, whispered concerns about the Bubbly psychos' where abouts. Francisco didn't want to care again, it only made it hurt worse when people left you. But that stupid little voice wouldn't shut up so, with another bored sigh he pushed himself off the nonexistent wall he'd been leaning on.

He's probably somewhere bugging Allen again...

The scruffy frenchman thought, ignoring the nagging voice that got louder and louder along with his own gut twisting uncomfortably. Oliver was fine, there wasn't anyway that idiot could have gotten into to much trouble in here right?

Something caught his attention as he was walking around, it was a mirror? What the hell? How was that possible... the mirror was their key out of here it shouldn't be there. Noticing a figure curled up next to the mirror, Francisco ignored the pained twinge in his gut as he wandered over. Unable to stop the slightly relieved sigh when he saw the figure clear enough to know it wasn't the strawberry psycho, he glanced back at the mirror for a moment. 

 Should I tell the others? ...what's the point, we can't do anything about it.

Returning his focus to the person staring blankly at his leg, Francisco raised an eyebrow. This wasn't a 2p... she wasn't a capital even. 

"Hey... kid... What are you doing here?"

She didn't respond, just continued staring ahead. Whoever this was she'd clearly come from the mirror, and that wasn't his problem. Leaning against the none existent wall across from her and the mirror, Francisco took another drag on his cigarette. Breathing out a steady stream of toxic air, he heard a small voice whisper.

"It's bad to smoke, it's bad for you... it shortens your life, so why do you smoke?"

Glancing down he saw the girl was staring up at him with dull blue eyes, shrugging before taking another drag he said in a dull voice.

"Who wants to live forever?"

"That's a good song, by Queen... my favorite was I'm going slightly mad."

That was not the response he had expected, Francisco gave her a withering look. She barley blinked in response, before saying in that same dull voice.

"Why are you so eager to die?"

Blowing smoke in her face, Francisco rolled his eyes.

"Why are you so eager to live? I don't see the point anymore, besides it's not like I'm going to die anytime soon. I have the right to live the way I see fit, kid."

"Doesn't someone ask you to stop? Everyone has someone like that you know, someone who pulls them back when they get to close to the edge."

Oliver's annoying smiling face flashed through his mind, shrugging he inhaled more of the toxic.

"Not really..."

'Liar'

Ignoring that, his gaze returned to the mirror. 

"So what's your story? You piss off someone out there or something? They claimed to not stuff people in mirrors with out a reason."

Her eyes grew distant again, looking towards the mirror as well she said.

"I don't really know what happened, are we really inside a mirror?"

Tapping his hand against the glass he nodded, before pulling it away quickly as touching it burned. 

"Yep, don't worry too much kid. Unless England personally put you in here with the rest of us you can probably still get out."

Noting this did nothing to comfort her, his permanent frown deeper slightly.

"You don't want to get out?"

She made no response, closing her eyes she leaned against the nonsexist wall too. After a little while she spoke.

"Not really... nobody really cares out there, I doubt they'd even notice I was gone... At least in here I have a reason to being left alone, it's not as unpleasant as believing nobody cares about me... Sorry, I'm not usually this much of a downer."

Without thinking Francisco found himself petting her head in a comforting way, she didn't flinch away but she did give him a pondering look.

"Don't think on it too much kid, you just reminded me of myself a long time ago thats all. I'm not exactly the mushy type, that's Ollie's job."

Her eyes lit up to that for some reason, grabbing his other hand she stared up at him in a pleading way.

"You know Oliver!? Is he here? Can I see him?"

"He's... I don't know to be honest, I mean normally he's never five steps from the my side the pest. I just noticed it was usually quiet, so that lead us here. You know the rest kid."

Her face fell a little, and her grip in his hand didn't loosen at all. With another sigh, Francisco sat down beside her. Jumping slightly when she suddenly jumped on him, burying her face in his jacket. Staring down at her for a little while, he shook his head muttering.

"Kid you barley know me... you shouldn't be so trusting to people you've just met..."

When she didn't respond, not that he was expecting her too Francisco patted her back feeling a little awkward. Comfort really wasn't his thing, taking another drag on his cigarette he stared at the mirror. Wondering what had been going on lately in the real world, and not really caring at the same time. Oliver would either have to find his way back from where ever on his own or wait until Francisco finished dealing with this kid.

(To be continued...)

(I know this isn't how he's normally portrayed but I needed to add a bitter character who smoked. I always felt like the 2p's act the way the 1p wish they could act sometimes yah know. Like Arthur wishes he could be more open with people and cook better, but also the 2p's do the things the 1p's want to do but hold themselves back from doing like Arthur wishes he could just kill someone and not care though he stops himself from doing so. Everyone's done it (not murder), there's someone everybody wishes they could be like, both dark and happy thoughts. I feel the 2p's are just a physical version of these thoughts that just got a little out of hand)