It’s places like this where Fred Jones found his own name, and how strange it is that he found himself in buildings that hold he structure of voids and wormholes more than that of concrete and brick. Reality is forgotten where vines and dirt are more abundant than walking life, and when Fred gets a call from a woman who has more wrinkles on the skin of her hand than anything else, he would do anything to calm her nerves. She said there was someone in the yard of the home across the road, a figure was all she knew. Without a moment to ponder the action, he’s already there at the back door, his bike by the tree, not wanting to take the van or the gang just yet, not unless it was a mystery to be solved.
In short, he’s the one that opened the back window and made his way through, his clothes now littered with a line of dust and mud, not to mention the few specks that fell on his cheeks and hair, but it’s not the worst that he’s been through, in fact, this is nothing. He doesn’t stay to inspect, as the monster is in the yard, rather, he forgets time in all forms, for one moment he was opening a window, and the next, his ear is pressed against a doorway, hearing for another, wishing to at least use surprise to his advantage ( for it must be a small danger, people want to hide in the dark, not the light ). Upon hearing a motion, he opens the door with a crack, his first reaction to the noise are two components, for he didn’t know which it could belong to: it could have been the figure or another in need of assistance, and once he finds another exclaiming, jumping away, his first instinct is that she’s falling, almost causing him to reach out his arms, at least before he gave the moment a closer inspection, and a clearer mind found Luna of the Hex Girls.
“How long have you been here?”
The sudden encounter had sent Luna into the rickety old porch railing, her heart pounding rapidly as she tried to calm herself. The young woman gave a silent thanks to the nearly rotted railing that somehow had managed not to dump her onto the ground below. The familiarity of the voice slowed down her pulse to a more normal rate, and Luna took a moment to readjust herself to a better position, not leveraged on an old railing due to fall apart any day now.
“I—I um, don’t know,” she answered quietly, taking a look around as if the surrounding area could give her a clue. “Couldn’t be more than a couple hours, I guess? It’s a large property. What about you?”
