Mystery Man: Pt. 5
A/N: this chapter is a bit shorter than usual, so i’m sorry about that. I’ve been pretty busy lately, so I haven’t had much time to write. Enjoy!
WC: 965
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Wednesday finally wakes up. “Welcome back. What’d you see?” I ask. “Where are we?” Wednesday asks. “A bus stop. It’s the only shelter I could find that wouldn’t have people calling the cops on me. A guy holding an unconscious girl and insisting that she’s fine isn’t a good look.” I explain, with a slight smile on my face.
“What happened while I was unconscious?” Wednesday asks. “I heard some loud stomps, and I didn’t want to risk getting butchered to death by a giant monster, so I grabbed you and Thing and ran the hell out of there. That trip to the meeting house was rewarding, though. I found my father’s wallet, and I found out that the monster is a human. As I was running I saw it’s footprints turn into human ones.” I reply.
“If you pick me up again I’m cutting off your hands.” Wednesday warns. I chuckle. “Trust me, I only picked you up because of the circumstances. I know better.” I reassure her.
(Wednesday storyline up ahead, feel free to skip)
“This rain isn’t gonna let up anytime soon. I guess we’re stuck here.” I say, and sigh. “Wanna attempt a non-awkward conversation to pass the time?” I offer. “I detest any unnecessary time spent with you.” Wednesday replies. “Alright then, your majesty. As you wish.” I playfully bow down to her. If looks could kill, i’d be with my father right now.
After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Wednesday speaks up. “Are you going to the Rave’N?” Wednesday inquires. “Why’re you asking? Are you tryin’ to ask me out?” I ask, my lips curling up into a slight smirk. “Absolutely not. I was just… curious. That’s all.” Wednesday replies. “I think so. I could go as a tiger and scare the shit out of people.” I joke. Wednesday doesn’t respond. I might be going crazy, but I think I saw her smile a little bit.
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Everyone is gathered in town while the Mayor blabs on about the town’s forefather, Joseph Crackstone. They’ve built a statue of him to “celebrate his memory.” Honestly, I couldn’t care less about a guy who killed innocent people, stole their land, attempted genocide, and overall was just another dickbag white guy in history. But, I guess Jericho does.
After the mayor finishes up his boring speech, the band starts playing “Don’t Stop” by Fleetwood Mac, and the mayor presses a button that makes water start running out of the statue. Who the hell thought this was a good idea? Now people will make wishes in a pool of pilgrim piss.
I feel bad for Wednesday. She’s stuck playing a song she probably hates, for a statue of a man she also probably hates. Honestly, she probably has something up her sleeve. The statue suddenly blows up, and everyone starts freaking out and running. Except for me, this is free entertainment. Good riddance, bronze bigot. Wednesday starts playing Vivaldi’s “Winter.”
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~ENID’S POV~
I hold up a colorful long sleeve shirt to Wednesday “Too much?” I ask. Wednesday turns around to look, and immediately turns back around to continue typing on her typewriter. Wednesday sighs. “I feel like you just napalmed me, Enid.” She replies. “So glad I have my date with Y/N tonight. I was starting to think he wouldn’t ask me out. I was, like, 83% sure he’d ask you on a date instead.” I explain.
“Don’t worry, if he asked me out, i’d decline. He knows better than to try and develop our partnership into anything more.” Wednesday assures me.
“Well, I need to go now. Wish me luck!” I say, and grab my pink fluffy jacket and put it on. As i’m walking out, Wednesday speaks up. “If you- I mean… if he breaks your heart, i’ll nail gun his.” Wednesday says. Weird. She rarely messes up a sentence. I shrug, and continue making my way to where i’m meeting Y/N.
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~Y/N’s POV~
I’m about to leave my dorm for Enid and I’s date tonight, but my alarm clock starts blaring out of nowhere. I must’ve accidentally made my morning alarm 9:00 pm and not 9:00 am. I walk over to my nightstand and turn it off. I pause for a second when I notice father’s old pocket watch mother brought from home. I pick it up and look at it. It’s broken. It hasn’t worked since my father bought it at an antique store years ago when he and I went on a father son bonding trip.
I use my claws to pry off the back to see if I could get it to work again, and a piece of paper falls out of it. I pick it up and unfold it to see whats on it. The words “I’m alive” are written in red ink. My eyes turn into saucers as I stare at the note. My mind starts swirling with question after question. How is he alive? Did he fake his death? Or did he get resurrected somehow? If he’s alive, why hasn’t he come see me? Or Kat? Or mother? Why would he fake his death?
I leave my dorm and run straight for the bathrooms. When I get there, I can hear one of the showers running. I walk over to a sink and splash some cold water onto my face. The shower stops running, and someone steps out. I turn to see who it is. “Shit! Don’t look!” They yell. I feel myself turn to stone, and everything turns black…
To Be Continued…