Farmers follies: episode eight
Deep in the bowels of hell, where the strongest of demons lurk about, there stood a birds cage, A familiar fellow trapped inside with chains on his arm, neck, wings and legs.
He attempted to fly away from his prison, but the cage and chains sparked at his attempts, prompting him to yelp in pain, and fall back down to the ground. "d..dangit.. What even is this..." He mumbled, looking around as best as he could. He hadn't stopped crying ever since he was dragged here, the smoke and fire being all he could hear and smell. He hated this place. He wanted to get out. To see lucky again, to find her and get out of this hell!!! But how? He's trapped... Surely there must be some exit, right?.. Wrong. For he was stuck in the worst part of hell.. Vesania's palace. Few rarely visit, and even fewer live long enough to leave. Only Vesania's generals have the ability to stay here... That and... A small fellow, who was peering into the room with worry. 'oh.. Another one?' He thought to himself, slowly making his way forward.
Retro's ears twitched, sensing the soft sounds of the intruders presence. Alarmed, he turned to face him, backing away further into the cage, hissing from fear. Startled, the intruder jumps back. "no no no wait, calm down! I mean you no harm!!" "HSSSSS... who... Who are you. Who. Are you the one who trapped me here!?" "No no not at all!!! M-my name is uh... Well everyone knows it already.. My names Rob! Uhm... Sorry for startling you, I just wanted to make sure you were ok!" "Me?.. But.. Wait.. Are you a demon?" "...n...not exactly" "...what are you?" "Well... Uhm..."
Fixing his hat, and cautiously tugging at his bowtie, he whispers "what I am is an enigma for all, for I cannot hear Vesania's call... So he keeps me locked with my friend I hold so dear, hoping maybe someday I'd give into fear..not like that's ever gonna happen... I.. I hope... It's not all bad though! It's pretty nice here sometimes!!!" Retro's head tilts, him registering what rob had sang to him. "Really? But.. You seem so sad.. Y... You're crying..." "So are you!...uhm... I think my friend Ricky said that.. If a soul in hell is a good person they.. Can't stop crying.. I.. It's how to tell if a being is a victim of a demonic kidnapping or... Something.. Yeah... I'm.. Guessing Vesania did so to you as well?" "Capture me?.... Yeah... He did... L...look I can't stay, I need to go as soon as I can!!! My.. My friends still out there, and she... She needs to be saved! Please let me out, please?"
Rob gave him a solemn expression, shaking his head. "I'm.. I'm sorry but.. Don't you see those chains?... Those... Those aren't going to go away... Not for A very, very long time...."
Retro's face fell... You mean... He's stuck down here? Trapped? Whilst lucky's stuck on the surface, alone and likely afraid? No... No it can't be... "There's gotta be a way to get these off! I can't stay here!!!" "I'm sorry, I wish I knew..."
Retro started to panic, and Rob winced at his fear. "I uh.... Oh! Are.. Are you hungry? Sometimes food can help calm one down!!" "Food?.. No I'm not eating the souls of the innocent! Forget it!!!" "What!? We would never!.. Its just some grilled cheese... I could make it!" They eat normal food down here? But the angels always said they ate the souls of the departed!!! Was.. That a lie? "Wait here, i'll go make some!" "Uh.. Ok?.." Rob ran off, leaving retro there. Maybe the grilled cheese is made with blood or flesh? Maybe there's an eyeball in them! Maybe....
His thoughts were interrupted when his stomach growled. Wincing, he lays down, curling up into a tight ball. He's hungry... So very very hungry... He hadn't eaten breakfast yesterday, or anything at all, so his hunger... Wait.. That scent.
Perking back up, he sees Rob walk back in with some grilled cheese. Instinctively, his head tilts. Food? Food? Is there an eyeball? Flesh? "Here you go! Uhm... Enjoy!"
Rob sets it down in front of him, backing away slightly. Retro sniffs at it, then lifts the bread. No blood. No eyeballs, no flesh, just cheese.. Lots of cheese... So hungry...
Before he knew it, he was chowing down fiercely, grumbling as he ate, table manners forgotten due to his hunger. Rob couldn't help but chuckle at this, he was acting so.. Silly! So cute! He's like a little mouse!
Eventually, the grilled cheese was gone, retro satisfied from the meal. Despite it being a simple made sandwich, it tasted very good! Almost like a gourmet sandwich! Wait.. His manners... Oops!
He gives rob a look of embarrassment. "s-sorry I uh... I didn't... Respect the meal" "oh its ok! Trust me I've seen crazier eaters. You're fine!" "...I hope so.. Uhm... Could I have some more? Please? If it's not much of a bother" "oh sure! Wait here, i'll make some more!!!" He tips his hat, and leaves, retro going back to laying down patiently, his tail wagging. Maybe living here won't be so bad?.. who knows.
He was unaware Vesania had been watching the whole thing unfold from this throne, gazing at him through a crystal eye. 'well well...' He thought. 'seems he's made a friend with the toymaker... Never the matter, I will speak to him eventually.. May as well let the little intruder get accustomed.. For he is never leaving my sight.'