Mulling over the information I'd learnt from the pair as I stitched between the thinning crowds of people,I let a sigh of empathy escape my lips,poor souls,there was something wrong with those woods,I give them that. There was something in the woods tales,though,never helped in quelling the fear,and I guarantee that people took the legend and ran with it,making it into a bigger deal than it was,and making people more afraid by acting like a monster to scare more people off and spread a terror amongst the people who believed. There was,definitely,something in the woods,though I doubted highly it was a monster,the stories were creepy (don't get me wrong on that) but unbelievable in almost any sense,being outlandish at least and downright signs of insanity at close to most.
Shaking my head slightly,I pushed those thoughts aside,burying my pale hands in my pockets as I walked past a few set up stalls and I scanned them absently,eyes glazed over slightly,my expression only a small frown. Looking around with a dreary expression,I wandered aimlessly,watching blacksmith hammering away endlessly on an iron,metal glowing a bright orange-yellow colour,illuminating the steel eyes of the smith as he worked,sparks flying. Walking past the working man,I passed many store holders,each a mere blur compared to their surroundings,all either barging over the wooden tops of their stalls or just sitting idly in wait.
Slipping my hand into my back pocket,I pulled out a slightly worn,a small rip off of it in the corner,slip of paper,reading the inked words,the signature almost an unreadable scribble,akin to a child's scribble,the only letter visible a scrawled letter 'J' followed by a sort or flowing line. I sighed,the signature making me bite my lip,feeling my eyes stinging,making me growl,furiously folding it and shoving it back into my pocket,rubbing harshly at my eyes,I couldn't cry over this! Damn this day,that memory,and I was just getting that out of my mind,as well,maybe washing it with not the best things,but still out of my mind,gone.
Rubbing my eyes all around,I could easily feel the odd shape of my eyesockets underneath my pale flesh,bringing a wave of shivers down my spine as I jerked my hand away,focusing on my feet as a woman whose gaze was directed down harshly brushed shoulders with me,only muttering a soft, "Sorry." before she continued on. Her long hazel braids flowing behind her were all I saw as she quickly walked away,me just as quickly shaking it off,shrugging absently,it happens all the time. Looking forward,I noticed I was almost the at the place I wanted to be,making me sigh,I'm doing that a lot today,and melt into the feeling of hesitation,before sighing,walking up to the door. A warm orange glow came from the windows on both sides,as well as underneath the light coloured oak door,bringing back many memories basked in that same light.
Smiling fondly,I let the flames of the memories ignite as I gently opened the door with my fingertips,how we'd promised to open it after we both got a stray splinter in our palms that had been sealed underneath our healed skin,the smell of liquor and food hitting my nose and heartstrings. Hearing the ring of the bell that accompanied the door's opening,I walked straight up to the bar,easily sliding onto the soft and familiar red and violet fabric of the bar stool that I'd sat in many times as we would talk and joke over food and a few drinks,never enough to get drunk,though. The bartender,a going by the nickname Grillz was a man with fiery orange hair that was wildly brushed back and eyes that held a milky amber colour with glasses resting on the edge of his nose,walked over to me and smiled,the glass he was polishing set on the counter as he asked,with a quirked eyebrow, "The usual?" to which I nodded,smiling. Grillz walked over to the shelves that held brands of liquors of all brands,from the expensive to the cheap,and he grabbed the neck of one of the bottles on the tallest shelf and started pouring it into a rock glass,and placing it in front of me after returning the bottle onto the shelf.
"Thanks,Grillz." I said,giving him a smile of thanks as he nodded in acknowledgement,flashing one of his rare,albeit small,smiles as I took a sip from the drink,the familiar burning in the back of my throat welcomed as I rested my chin on my palm that cupped my cheek. Swirling the drink,I watched it absently as it tried to lick up the sides of the glass as I was muttering a soft, "To the memory of this day,to you,..." taking another sip of the burning liquid,I ignored the part of the name dying on my tongue,the memory burning my mind with every recollection of them,they were gone. Shaking my head absently,I took another sip as I looked at the other people who were sitting at tables from over my shoulder,only seeing three people on my left and no one on my right. Watching for even a few seconds as I did,you could easily guess they were a family,a mother with dyed blonde hair and the father with dark black hair,both having striking blue eyes that watched the child who was playing with plastic dinosaurs,both the adults having a lovingly yet tired look as they drank from their frothy beers.
Hearing the sound of the bell,I heard heavy footfalls and looked back to my drink,keeping my gaze locked onto the drink,watching out of the corner of my eye as a man slid onto the stool two seats away from me. The man had a quite lot of muscle on him,chiseled arms lay on the bar as Grillz walked over and asked what the man would like to drink or eat,since this was a sort of mix between bar and restaurant,and he responded with a surprisingly smooth, "The strongest drinks ya got." As he said this,he fished out his wallet from a pocket in his jacket wrapped around his abdominal area,and punctuated his sentence and handed Grillz a wad of money,which I knew from his expression was quite a bit,making me weirdly glad I got my drinks for free. As Grillz gave the guy a drink,I looked back to my own,the unevenly reflected expression of me making me realise I still had to finish my drink before the place closed,since time had unexplainably flew in the time I'd talked to the two,Chara and Frisk.
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