@the-grey-kid-in-waterfall
The streets of Hometown after dark were silent, save for the unsettling squeaking and rattling of tiny wheels on concrete as a shadowed humanoid figure pulled their wagon down the street.
They walked slowly, in a sort of fugue state. Slowly lulling their head around and inspecting the surroundings illuminated by street lamps and stars.
“…”
A dim red light glimmers from within the wagon.
What, or who, will they find?
Soon enough they found the end of the road. The streetlamp here was broken. It had been for years. But underneath, standing with their back turned, their toes right at the edge of where concrete turns to dirt… Appeared to be the yellow lizard Kid from school. Huh. Too dark to tell for sure, though.
It was difficult to tell, but it looked like Kid was standing under the broken light.
Why were they here? What were they doing out this late at night?
Nevermind. It didn’t matter.
The squeaking and rumbling of the wagon came to an abrupt stop as Kris ceased their approach about a meter away.
“WHAT’S THE MATTER, KID? NEED A HAND?”
