"You don't need that Puppeteer" [OFF]

"Bismark Library"

"Why don't you live a little?"

He thought about Zacharies words quite a bit.

The Batter had finally moved from his 'waiting spot' despite his initial stubbornness. There wasn't a set goal in mind for him, just aimlessly wandering around Zone 2 looking for whatever objective he was meant to achieve. So far it seemed just as bleak as Zone 1.
Without anyone to guide him he felt almost completely lost.

He still couldn't quite understand what Zacharie had implied to him earlier. He was certain that his puppeteer wouldn't just leave him out of boredom. He was important. He was not disposable.
At least that's what he hoped.
Perhaps they'd come back after all three days can't be that long.

Zone 2 was practically a sea of magenta, surrounded by a quaint sea of plastic. He had read the sign as he had left his original waiting spot.
"BISMARK"
He assumed that's what the residents called this place, it was similar to the different areas of Zone 1. The buildings loomed over him somewhat threateningly. It wasn't like he was afraid of them but he did feel very alone without the guidance he had gotten used to.

Perhaps it's not that bad. The Batter could do whatever he wanted now, right? Until The Puppeteer came back he had freedom. Maybe he could actually enjoy himself.

No, he can't do that. No matter what he has to concentrate. His mission is important, he must complete it.

In front of The Batter there was a large, boxy building.
"library"
The minimalist sign was practically the only major detail on the building minus an arrow printed on the wall pointing downwards and the tiny, hollow windows. The sign wasn't even capitalised.

The Batter wasn't sure wether or not this building was of any significance to him but he decided to enter anyway. On the entirety of his mission so far this was the only place of leisure he had seen yet.

Much like the rest of the world the inside of the library was made up of one singular colour. A deep blue. There were two Elsen speaking to each other however they departed before he could intrude.

The long and short of the situation was that there were spectres on the upper floors on the building. Oh, and someone had been tearing pages out of the books but that was the least of his concern. The Elsen of this Zone were certainly more tense than those of the previous. However, he had to purify this place.

The second floor seemed fine. If he wanted to he could've stopped and read for a while if he wanted to but... well, he had more important fish to fry.

The third floor. This was supposed to be the one infested with Spectres however as of now it seemed rather tame and quiet. No, as far as Batter could see it seemed like the rest of the library. The entrance to the fourth floor was blocked, according to the Elsen at the front desk it was because of the page-ripping problem. Either that or the spectres. He hadn't bothered listening to the Elsen very closely and he couldn't remember.
The Batter would have to do their dirty work for them again.

So, matching pages up with different books? Seemed easy to him. He could to that without any guidance surely.
So, the pages were stuck upon the wall. Rather odd set-up. So... 'Why couldn't they have just done this themselves?'
Probably because of the threat from Spectres, but The Batter was practically alone at the moment.

The room was split into five rooms: hallway which connected to the other four rooms, which were of course full of books.
The Batter plucked one of the pages from the wall, looking over its jumbled contents. It had a pattern on it, Batter didn't know what it was. He held it crumpled up in his hand, trying to decipher it. The attempt was fruitless, he gave up.
He fumbled around, trying to find a book that perhaps had a similar pattern. He frequently tried to jam the page into different books. Of course, that didn't work. The quality of the paper was badly diminished due to the reckless actions of The Batter. By now he had gotten rather irritated by what should've been a simple task.

The Batter heard a faint noise behind him, hesitantly looking over his shoulder. There, three spectres hovered before him. They were... the wrong way around? He didn't have much time to analyse it and sprung up to his feat to face the three menaces.
There was a presence by his side. Alpha. He had completely forgot about the add-on. This was his first time fighting without the much needed guidance of his Puppeteer. These spectres, however, looked weak. They should be easy to purify.

A swing of the bat, a miss. Again, a miss. The Batter looked at his hands in confusion. They were shaky. Confusion hit him, he... usually wasn't like this. Damn. Well, he was out of CP now and he'd have to stop a while.
Perhaps Alpha would help out.
That didn't happen.
Well, fuck.

For a good while he just sat there, looking a little sorry for himself. The three Spectres attacked him and Alpha until he had gotten his strength back. This cycle would repeat over and over again.
Another swing of the bat, another miss.
He should really just use his Competence but that thought hadn't crossed his mind and instead he was constantly swinging out of blind rage.
None of them landed.

He didn't remember what else happened during that visit to the library.