Everybody Dies
Toony chewed on his napkin, this wasn't going well.
Dinner was suppose to be a delightful evening, but instead Pandarsenic was seen motionless on the ground. His chair fallen back on the ground beside him. Wine spilled all over his nice, once-clean, white bib. Neighboring chairs' Webadict and Org rushed over to his side, but the poison had already finished its malevolent business.
There was banging at the front door. Everyone except Webadict, Org, and Pandarsenic (understandably) dashed as fast as they could sprint to see who this visitor was.
Inaluct stood wide-eyed and surprised when nine people swung the huge wooden door back, almost causing him to tumble backwards.
Parcville was a town at the base of Mount Cosanostra, it was a plain town with a population in the thousand range. Life was ordinary and that's what everybody there enjoyed. Parcville had a reputation of being boring and difficult to find through maps, new faces were a sight to be seen.
Four days ago I received a letter in the mail by an anonymous sender, that would be a Friday I believe. I would soon find out that eleven others would receive the same exact letter. Straight down to the font and spacing. At first I scoffed at the letter, "Anonymous letter? Why would I open something from someone that didn't even have the decency to reveal their name? The right thing to do would have been to throw that wretched letter in the fire, but I opened it.
Inside was a single piece of paper folded twice to fit the letter size. I fetched my reading glasses from my coat pocket (it was winter) and casually read the first few words out loud before I focused all attention on it through my head.
My automobile was a piece of crap to be honest, but I had to follow the directions of that letter or I would've been screwed.
I should have expected my junkmobile to break down half way up the mountain, I still couldn't believe I was going through with this "Important meeting", what nonsense I thought, but...I had to go. At the end of the letter was a piece of hair under a strip of adhesive tape right at the bottom.
It was my hair. Blond and curly,
they knew who I was somehow.
About fifteen minutes later a hatted man with a curly mustache came cruising by on his curved dash. Seeing my predicament he pulled over beside me and tilted his hat forward as per greeting.
"Hello there!" He said in the most casual manner. "Heading up the mountain as well? Hop in I've got plenty room!" The young chummy man leaned to his side to open the door for me.
"Thank you." I said, keeping my eyes at a slight angle away from him.
The ride wasn't much further, but oh boy did this guy love to talk. I don't even remember what he spoke about, some young chick he saw or something. I was too busy pondering why we were being told to drive up the mountain to the old abandoned cabin I recalled as a young boy. There was a sharp pain in my ribcage suddenly, I turned and saw that we had stopped and the hatted man was jabbing my ribs!
"Excuse me, but I don't remember us ever exchanging names.." I saw the old cabin in the corner of my eye for the first time, guess we reached our destination while I spaced out.
"Oh right, yes yes. I'm SirBayer!" He stuck a hand out, I shook it twice before forcibly letting go. "ToonyMan."
SirBayer frowned for the first time I had seen him, "You got that letter too, right? That's the only reason you would want to come up here..." He trailed off.
I shook my head and showed him the letter I kept in my pocket (I took the tape and hair off obviously). His eyes widened and he jammed his hand into his own pocket eagerly like saving two seconds would have been worth hurting his fingers. Out he pulled a letter of his own with every detail identical except the name, there wasn't any sign of tape being pulled off or anything, I tried my best to be nonchalant about checking.
A silence befell us as SirBayer realized he should probably turn the car off now. We exchanged glances a few times awkwardly.
"You think anybody else got this letter?" He asked questionably.
The sun was starting to set as we entered the long abandoned cabin. Or so we thought anyway. Unsurprisingly the front door was unlocked. I swore to God we would have a blizzard or similar that would keep us cooped up there, but that never happened thankfully, at least I thought having a blizzard would be the worst of our worries. It wasn't.
After five minutes of looking through the suspiciously clean house, which wasn't surprising but was still suspicious non-the-less there was the sound of shouting from a oddly high-pitched voice from outside. SirBayer and I went to the front door to discover two guys.
"Hey there!" SirBayer shot a hand out to both individuals. "I'm SirBayer and this is uh-ToonyMan!"
I waved my hand in a plain manner, I could see the other two felt my pain matched up with this foil.
The first one SirBayer shook hands with called themselves Dakarian and they must have been the one shouting because the voice was very similar.
The second man was less willing to talk, even after SirBayer shook hands with the well dressed man and asked him for his name. Dakarian interrupted the interaction.
"SirBayer, this is Rysith. He's mute so try to lay back with the questions." Dakarian gives SirBayer a stern look.
"Oh, sorry..." SirBayer frowns for a second time, he doesn't know what to say.
Suddenly a loud revving is heard lower down the mountain and starts steadily growing louder as it gets closer (obviously). The four men turn their focus towards the noise to see who the newcomers are. A single light appears through the darkening sky as what can be made out as a two wheeled vehicle comes roaring up the mountain in an increasingly foreign way, which is an odd way to put it.
That's when I had a huge realization that in a five second period lasted five minutes.
I don't know any of these people. In a town of a thousand I don't have the faintest idea who these three people are. That couldn't be possible, I'm was going to have to do some questioning later.
Time restored back to normal, the biped vehicle had two passengers on board, both wearing some protection over their head and thick shiny jackets reflecting off the fainting sun. The driver turns off the vehicle and takes their head protection off with a swish of their hair. What I heard next was unexpected.
"Who the hell are you people and why was I told to come here? You could all suck lemons for all I cared!"
to be continued
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