Reality of Daydreams

General Mustache

I met the eyes of a man, (thankfully human) wearing a strange hat with one of those old-timey mustaches. His expression held a small look of relief. I didn't know how to take it. Was it that I obviously posed no threat to him? Or were they expecting something far worse than my scrawny self? He bent down and offered me a hand. I noticed his clothes. Reminded me of something out of the revolutionary war, a general maybe? But the language was still not familiar. I took his hand and was practically lifted up completely by him. I'm not that scrawny, so I knew instantly not to get on his bad side. Once standing on the same grounds as them I noticed another thing. He wasn't too much taller than me, a couple inches off from six feet last I checked. I still felt a sense of urgency and danger but after seeing a "familiar" costume the feelings had calmed themselves a bit. Until I heard that voice again. Like before I couldn't understand a word it was saying. Maybe it was the shock, but I looked up at him right away. Meeting his dark old eyes. He was only a couple paces away but I felt as though he could kill me in a single movement. Unfortunately, I couldn't stop myself from visual shuddering in fear. Great! I thought in my head looking away. Now he knows I'm afraid.. wait doesn't that only imply to animals? Would it imply to this situation? Was that a gun over his shoulder? Oh dear. I tried to keep my eyes from widening too much as my thoughts raced on. The man near me had been speaking with the other for some time now as I stood there awkwardly centering my weight on one leg. Bleeding. Wait. Who saved me? Why did they leave me here and not bandage up my leg at least? I smiled a bit. Yeah man, you saved me from drowning why didn't you just bandaged my ankle up before it gets infected and crap. I felt like one of those shy kids that didn't want to interrupt the adults who were talking just to ask to use the bathroom but still didn't want to just leave them.... you know? Except maybe bleeding was a bit more important than needing to pee. I had been looking down at my injured ankle as the sense from it left, the holes in the sweats and blood were mostly covered by the mud from before.

I didn't realize they had stopped talking until I felt something drag me forward by my upper arm. I tripped onto my bad foot and started falling with a shot of pain. Being someone that falls over a lot, (though normally as a result of my clumsiness and not excruciating pain) I have decent reflexes when it comes to not getting hurt when falling. The reason I say this is because mustache didn't buy my fall to be real and tried to pull me back to my feet. The pain had already gone way past my normal no-complain zone and now it was nearing the swear-zone.

"YOU BLIND?! I BLEED!!!"

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A/N

I love not knowing what to write until I actually sit down and type it up! *sarcasm, but with acceptance* 

Maybe someday (if I actually get to the end of this story) I'll be able to go over and edit everything properly... not today though! (deal with my awkward wording and grammar until then please~)

Like always no promises for a second chapter before the end of the day... but you wouldn't be wrong to expect it... but don't

Be sure to check out "Mottled Bird and Tea"  by  @StarcladKnight   

(I am the creator of one of the characters, if you can guess which one err.... good job... I guess? I haven't been too good keeping up with it though... hehe.... sorry)

Later hater   \(^o^)/