Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Visitor for Christmas

I should have posted this a few days ago, but I decided it was probably in my best interest to go dark for the holiday if I didn't want outside interference. As I've mentioned before, I'm a sucker for a good Christmas, even one in such a bizarre scenario as my host, myself, and Picasso.

Moth, you don't have to worry, she's been here the whole time. Sunday afternoon I was in the park in town, trying to raise money for when I leave Hope again and need to pay for my own food. I wasn't having much luck, everyone was a bit busy to want to head in to the park but I wasn't allowed on the main street because of local rules.

Out of nowhere, Picasso appeared, presumably popping out of the Path by the look of it, clutching a puppy and a broom handle. She looked like she'd been through a meat grinder or something, from how badly she was torn up. The puppy was in much better shape, and seemed pretty happy in her arms.

"Merry Christmas" She told me with a grin, holding out the dog for me to take.

I took the dog, staring at her. "You came here just to give me a Christmas present?"

She nodded and handed me the broom handle too. "I am Slendyclaws! Blood soaked tidings are here."

"You're really serious about this making friends thing, aren't you?" I asked, taking it and noticing she'd carved the word 'friend' into the wood.


"That's what I keep telling myself."

"Well, thank you, I guess. Where'd you get him?" I reached out to tentatively pet the puppy.

"Shelter," she told me, sitting down and pulling out a sewing kit. "He was gonna get the ax " She then started stitching herself up with a grimace

I paused for a long moment. "Do you want help with that?"

"Sure."

"What happened, and what can I do?"

"There are bleeding holes in me that must be closed" She handed me another needle, already threaded and ready.

I took it, swallowing hard. I know how to sew, I decided it couldn't be too different. As long as I could ignore the blood.


She waited a moment to see that I was doing alright, then continued. "Monsters in the Path... angry. They can hear the screaming. They use it to find me."

"I didn't realize there were monsters in there. I thought it was supposed to just fry your brain, not attack you."

"Different monsters. TWISTED FREAKS! Twisted shapes of man!"

 "Ugh. Why use it, then?"

 "Faster... Took me an hour to get here from florida."

"I dunno that fast travel is worth getting mauled."

"Not with that attitude it isn't"

I laughed a little. "I guess not."

We talked while we stitched her up, talking about a lot of things that don't really matter. She was in even worse shape than I'd first realized, and so I decided I wouldn't leave her alone. She couldn't survive the Path in her current shape, and I didn't like the thought of leaving her on the street after she'd come all this way just for me. So I took her back to Hope, where our host was a lot less irritated than I'd expected.

She's been here since, and it's surprisingly peaceful (So long as I keep her distracted from thinking about Duckie). I'm not sure when she's leaving, but I'll be glad for her company as long as she stays. Who says people can't change?

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  1. Good to know she's okay. I'm a bit insulted that I'm the only person she won't make friends with. Also, what did you name the puppy?

    ~Shadow

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  2. I just think the monsters don't like Picasso.

    I mean. When I go through the path they just tilt their heads at me until I'm a couple of meters away. Then they just go do whatever the fuck they do.

    Same principle applies to my members.

    -Veigar

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  3. She showed up at hope from Florida? Looks like we've been looking in the wrong places. Thank you Lils. Your cooperation has been invaluable.

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    1. Fracture. I've stayed silent until now, but I've grown quite tired of you showing your face on the blogs. Why don't you go back to groveling at the feet of that abomination you call Father? Maybe we'll get lucky, and that thing will tear you in half, and put you out of our misery.

      ~Shadow

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    2. Hows the cough shadow? Have you started vomiting black ichor yet?

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    3. I'll have you know I recovered from The Sickness. Why don't you come visit? I can show you just how well I'm feeling.

      ~Shadow

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    4. If you think I'm stupid enough to put up where she actually came from, then you've got another thing coming.

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    5. Should of just let him go on a wild goose chase and not have said anything.

      -Veigar

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    6. I suppose we'll just have to see what I have coming to me.

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    7. You have a lot of things coming to you, Fracture. All of them bad. I don't think I've ever been so disgusted by a human being as I am by you.

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    8. Couldn't have said it better myself, Lils. And Fracture, if you make me angry, the only thing coming for you will be me.

      ~Shadow

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    9. Let me add the homeless LARPing ex-history professor and a sickly high school brat who seems to think shadows are 'cool' to my list of 'Shit I Am Not Scared Of.'

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    10. I don't need you to fear me. Unlike you, I don't get off on other peoples terror.

      ~Shadow

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    11. Fracture, who you fear is not my concern. But I'm glad to see what my enemies think of me. I can use that.

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