Marcassin, Gascon, Tiny, Jayden, Anahita and Abyssa entered the new world, and Gascon looked around in awe. It wasn't too terribly different from any other town he had been too, but it felt different. There were blackened roads with stone sidewalks, rather than metal like in Hamelin. The buildings were tiny, and had names like "Julie's Jewels" and "Paige Turner's". And there were huge metal machines that went along the roads with people inside of them!
"Gascon, Tiny, Your Majesties, and Captain, welcome to Motorville." Abyssa told them proudly, but Marcassin wasn't listening. He was already running off somewhere! "Wait, Your Majesty!"
"Dad!" Marcassin wasn't listening to either of them. He was heading towards Leila's Milk Bar, where Gascon saw a woman who looked similar to his mother, but with much shorter hair, coming out of the store. "Dad, come back here!"
"Oi, Youer Highness!" Tiny called, but Marcassin walked right up to the woman.
"Melody?" The woman looked at him, confused.
"Grant? What are you doing here?" She asked, then studied Marcassin up and down. "And what on Earth are you wearing?"
"Mom! That's not Dad!" Abyssa called, gaining the woman, Melody's, attention. "That's Emperor Marcassin from Ni No Kuni!" Melody's eyes went wide, and she looked back at Marcassin in shock.
"Ma-Ma-Ma-Marcassin?" Her voice dropped lower. "What are you doing here?" She looked behind him at Gascon, Abyssa, Jayden, Anahita and Tiny. "And, you've met Abyssa... Nicky's walking... Kaden... And a fairy...?"
"Melody, there's not much time." He told her. "Where's Nicky?" She looked at Anahita, who shook her head, indicating she wasn't Nicky, and Melody looked back at Marcassin.
"Nicky? Probably at Oliver's house if that's not her. He didn't have work today, and she and Albus are in town for a little while."
"I know where that is!" Abyssa told them, grabbing Tiny and Gascon's hands and running down the street. "Bye, Mom!" And they were off, Marcassin running behind them as quickly as he could, Abyssa pulling them along until they reached the white house with the orange roof. "Oliver! Oliver! Oliver!" Abyssa called, running into the house, Tiny following after her quickly. Gascon looked at Marcassin, who had suddenly come to a stop. He hadn't seen Oliver in twenty four years, minus the brief visit ten years ago. To have been able to come to this world so easily now and stand before the house where, not only the savour of his world numerous times, but one of his closest friends and family... Gascon couldn't imagine what was going through his dad's head.
"Dad?" Marcassin jumped at Gascon's voice. "If you want to stay out here you can." Marcassin shook his head, regaining composure.
"No, I'm okay. Let's go inside." As father and son neared the door, they could hear Abyssa talking.
"I promise, he's really out there! He's probably just as nervous as you are!" Then the two entered the house, and there he was. He had a few silver hairs mixed into the fading red and he didn't stand as tall as he used to, but the bright blue eyes and wrinkles where he smiled gave him away.
"Oliver?" The old, yet younger man looked up from Abyssa, and he smiled when he saw them.
"Marcassin. You really are here." He murmured, standing up and going to his old friend, the two older men embracing the moment he got to him. Gascon smiled, seeing his father's grateful grin.
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WARNING: SPOILERS!!! ~A Watty's 2019 Submission!
De TodoI debated this for a while, and decided to do it. These are chapters or small bits that I want to put into my stories in the future! I type them all the time, and decided to let you guys see them early! But I you don't want to see any of them, then...
