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“I guess this is what you call my reality.” Ax-Punk drinks his stupid drink and I mournfully try to remember the name of the fire-drink. Dragon something-or-other.

Clunk-clunk-clunk goes Metal-Punk. Perfect.

I seriously consider distancing myself from him but the chances of me blending in are slim enough. Might as well stay in the group…

… and not think about whatever the Abyss-bound void is out there. What chamber is that big? It’s the size of the Five Hives but … it’s wrong, okay! Where’s the water coming from? What cruddy irrigation system waters houses but not food? Huh?! Huh?!

… don’t think about it.

Or… you could confront your fear, like you did the first week of staying in the Hives. You could walk until you hit the wall and then go up until you hit the roof…

Well, I’m not sure there is enough hustle and bustle to indicate people have settled up there enough for safe climbing. But still. All I have to do is find the wall.

“We should get you some plain clothes. You stand out a lot.”

Ax-Punk talking to Metal-Punk. Ignore them. Make plan.

Okay, two, well three, goals:

One) Find wall to this massive chamber. It’s just another Hive.

Two) Revenge.

Three) Escape.

Both of those – now that I’m thinking about it – likely will be facilitated by reaching the boundaries off this abyss-scape.

Except that if you get out of the boundaries, you face the Endless Sea – certain death. So actually bad idea. Except that this is a different realm so there might not be an Endless Sea…

Stop thinking about it.

Fire. Right. I want to drink…

… Bar fight. Nevermind.

“Drinks on the house!” Snake-Punk yells. I hear coins hit the bar.

He whispers something I can’t quite make out – something about leaving? And revenge plan.

“Yeah let’s do that!” I say. As unusual as it is, I actually don’t want to get caught up in this fight.

I’m pretty sure the punks agreed with me? But it’s loud! Okay punks, it is very loud and my hearing isn’t good differentiating in these scenarios.

I … eh, I’ll just take all the smoke in this room. Nobody’ll miss it and it’s free!

I navigate through the contorting bodies and thrown fists, mugs, glasses, chairs – oh. That was actually a table. This escalated. Wonderful! – and toward the door.

Hm. Is there law-enforcement that’s called to these? They are back home!

(And scolding adopted-parents. Lots of that!)

 

“Uh. Punks? Yo punks? Where are you?” I stand beside the door – away from the window because contrary to popular opinion, I am not an idiot. “Hey punks! We’re burning Bright-Shifts!”

They’ll … come out eventually.

 

Uh. What’s that?

I poke it with Umberuin.

Hm. A person.

Naw it isn’t.

Unless?

Neh.

But perhaps?

Hm. Snake-Punk did start a bar-fight – I could hear him talking in the background the entire Abyss-bound time.

Hm.

Okay, my good deed for the day is to pull some poor punk out of the way. Even if he isn’t Snake-Punk.

He smells like Snake-Punk.

Why is he on the ground?

And where are the other two?

DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING?

Okay, I did barely anything, fair enough. But still, the point remains. They should be out by now. I am not going back in.

I curl the smoke around me, the wind is tugging it…

… that’s a lot of wind. And unnatural amount of wind. Hm.

I do not like this place.

Where are those punks?

I’m bored. I want to go back home.