Hitting the Town
(Friz's Point of View)
After all nightmares
were described in all their weirdness, the question was raised of what there
was to do today. I mentioned that I would like it if Ghast and I could go into
town and look around a bit.
"Not dressed like
that." was Gary's reply. He chuckled as he said this, and I remembered that
Ghast and I were still only wearing diapers. I blushed at this even as Gary
nonchalantly continued the conversation by presenting us with cargo pants that
would cover our diapers quite nicely. After getting dressed I noticed that the
top of the diaper peeked out of the pants a little, but decided that it didn't
bother me. If people were willing to judge based on appearance, why should I
entertain their bullying? Ghast got ready as well and didn't seem the slightest
bit bothered by his diaper showing, though I didn't find it odd after what I'd
learned about him this morning. I bid the room farewell and Ghast and I took to
the stairs in a way only I could devise: ice slide. After Ghast used his Shadow
Sight to ensure that there was no one in the stairwell, I concentrated and sent
a pulse of anti-energy through the stairwell, creating a layer of three-inch
thick ice that banked at every curve, leading to a fun and safe way to the
lobby. I went first because Ghast wanted me to, and it was fun surfing down the
ice on my bare paws. As serious as the situation would have been if we had only
a week to change history, having a couple months or so to figure out what to do
prevent me from feeling stressed about the whole thing. I slid into the lobby
without stopping and almost kept going had I not deployed my claws for grip.
Ghastillo came sliding in shortly after, and I caught him to prevent him from
sliding further. I waved my paw at the ice and it evaporated. I looked around
to see the lobby empty save for a very peeved rabbit. She stomped over to us
and unleashed her fury without warning. Excluding the absolute colorful
language, she said the following.
"Just what do you
think you're doing? Is making my job harder that
entertaining?" she steamed.
"What?" I asked. "Oh,
you must be the manager. Sorry about that, it's been a long story and I needed
some comic relief."
"What does that
even mean?" She asked back.
"I mean, it's been
a long week. I needed some stress relief." I corrected myself. "I'm truly
sorry, it won't happen again."
"It better not!"
the rabbit screamed. She turned around and stomped off, leaving a trail of hate
in her wake.
I turned around to
leave, muttering to myself, "At least not in your lobby." Ghast stayed silent
the whole time. My guess was he'd had a run in with her before and didn't like
what she had to say. That or the swearing I omitted was what kept him shy. We
left the building, me infuriated at the nerve of that woman and Ghast just
confused at all that was happening.
"Friz?" Ghast
asked. "Where are we going, anyway?" I tried my best to get back into a good
mood as I proclaimed:
"One of my
ancestors was a fairly well-known poet, and I wanted to go to the bookstore and
see if any of his works are there." I said enthusiastically. We found the
bookstore with little trouble, apart from a certain run in with a very irked
hyena that I merely had Ghast take care of with his Shadow power. The details
shouldn't be posted about what the confrontation was like. Mainly because I don't
like any of the things the hyena had to say.
Inside the
bookstore, I went immediately to the poetry section while telling Ghast to stay
out of trouble to which he replied that he wasn't leaving my side. In the same
aisle as me, he took to looking through some epics by some dude named Homer. I
found my ancestor's work, his name was Bliz Nightly, and I began reading the
first poem I laid my eyes on. My face scrunched in disgust.
"This is horrible,
how was this ever popular?" I asked aloud, putting the book back. "So much for
that. My mom said that his poems were some of the best in this time, but that
was just dreadful."
"Must be the
timespan difference." Ghast commented without looking up. "Quick question, do
you speak Latin?"
"What? Let me see."
He showed me the book. "This is Greek, Ghast. Who is this by?"
"I dunno. Don't
speak Greek either." Ghast replied. He replaced the book and we went to another
section of the store. "Think we would find any good information if we buy a
newspaper?"
"I would if I had
money, Ghast." I replied. "They're a credit each, and I'm poor as dirt, so
yeah." I was perusing through the educational section and stumbled upon a
peculiar sub-section in the form of a single novel. It was titled, The Supernatural and You: Your Guide to All
Things Supremely Strange it was by some dude whose name is irrelevant. I
didn't credit the book on its accuracy, but it would be nice, I thought, to
give it a chance. The price said thirty credits, so my sigh that followed was
appropriate. "Remind me why I'm in a bookstore with no money."
"Your ancestor-"
Ghast started.
"Nevermind. Don't."
I sighed. "Let's go, I suppose." We began to walk back to the hotel when I ran
straight into someone on the street.
"Hey, watch where
you're going, BRUTUS." The man exclaimed.
The last word, though I didn't understand, sounded like it was in a language I
recognized. Was that Latin? He kept walking, and I turned to Ghast.
"Do you know anyone
or anything that slips into Latin suddenly?" I asked him.
"Isn't that the
language you use when summoning demons?" Ghast answered with a question. Great.
Demons. Just when I thought my day couldn't be any more willing to give me a
rather rude gesture. I hastened to the hotel at this point.
As soon as we were
in the room, I started drilling the occupants. First to receive a barrage of
questions was Nick. "What do you know about demons?" I asked with a rather rude
tone in my voice. Ghastillo and Nick, as well as everyone else, were extremely
confused. I asked again.
"What do you mean?"
Nick replied.
"What language do
you use to summon them?" I asked.
"Latin, I think.
Why?" Nick replied.
"And you!" I
screamed at Gary. "Where did you get the money for all the things you've
bought?"
"Well see, that's a
funny thing." Gary replied, dodging the question a bit. "I didn't exactly buy them,
really." He explained...