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January 26th
It’s day three of my time in Sycamore Valley. I’d spent my first two nights fully performing. The audience wasn’t as big as the last venue, but that’s because this city is smaller. Sarge tried to get me a ride from the airport to this city, but all he could muster was public transport. People certainly looked at me strangely. I could feel all their eyes on me.
At one point, the driver came up to me and asked if I could take off my mask. He didn’t believe me when I said it wasn’t a mask. He then asked me to get off. I didn’t want to cause a problem, so I did, and immediately called Sarge. Outside of the whole instance with Unit_00, I’ve never heard Sarge get angry, but he did. It’s actually a bit terrifying. He becomes more articulate and his tone becomes frighteningly sharp. He then hung up and left me in the dark. I kept thinking about Bark somehow sneaking behind me to try and unzip me again. Obviously, that was impossible. He’s in jail.
I think I stood in the dark and waited for only five minutes before Sarge called back and said my ride would be by shortly. I asked him what he did about the bus ticket. He simply said he was getting a refund. I didn’t ask further.
Maybe the darkness was getting to me, but seeing a van stop in front of me, calling me by name, then telling me to get in was odd. If it wasn’t for Sarge clarifying it was my ride, I would have thought the worst.
The hotel here isn’t that fancy, to add onto this pile of ick. I’m happy to get to rest wherever there is a power socket, but this place was certainly run down. The bed wasn’t properly made, and the receptionist ran out of soap, so I had to use some from my travel bag. It was in the same pocket as my VIP passes. I hoped to find another kind person in this town, but my efforts were fruitless so far.
When I told Sarge this, he apologized to me profusely. However, he swore that the Frankstein’s Museum of Illusory Delight would make up for it. He planned on having me go there over the weekend originally, but said, if I wanted to go to the construction site for the skyscraper, I should go there while it was still open to the public. They would close it down on Monday to begin construction.
So, I went there. It looked like it was just a field of mowed grass with a few benches dotting the area. There weren’t any trees or the like, so it felt very barren. That made my search easy. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was looking for, but I felt I’d know it when I saw it.
And, unfortunately, I saw it. I’d found a water fountain. It had a folded, laminated paper sitting on top of it with the words “Out of Order” on it. It was taped down with green duct tape. Based on the amount of dirt on it, mixed with the discoloration of the lamination, I figured it’d been here for at least six months. I was about ready to call it good and leave, but, underneath the folded paper, I noticed it. It was another recorder. It looked identical to the one I currently had back at the hotel.
Can I just take a moment to say how gross I felt picking it up? Not because it was dirty, but… like… I had a hole in my stomach. I felt like I was going to throw up. This has to be an elaborate hoax, or maybe a scavenger hunt, right?
Anyway, I called Sarge. He told me to play it so he could hear it, too. I decided to take it back to the hotel to call him there. He and I both listened to the recording.
“Day Eighty-three… Year… ahh. I don’t know. I can’t keep track of this. My theories have all led me to here. I feel I’ve uncovered quite a bit, but I wish the locals would actual talk to me. They’re standoffish at best, and despicable at worst. Cool skyscraper, though. It’s rather weirdly named, too. Out the front it has a fountain with the depiction of a man with a rifle on his back. Then, above his head, made of what appears to be concrete, is the word, “Ertemie Highriser”. Biggest building for miles.”
“Locals aside, I went into the building. I wrote down anything I found with the QRTS. The readings here were abnormal. So much so that I feel, if I can just get to the top floor, I’d be able to finally put this mystery to an end. It’s here, the anomaly. I know it is. These are the exact same readings from Lakeside, only stronger. There is no doubt in my mind I’m in the right place.”
Doctor Sebinal, Day… what’d I say? Eighty-three? Year… uh…. Fifteen. Yes. Let’s do that. Fifteen.”
I sat in silence for a moment as the recording finished. Sarge didn’t reply. I already knew he was deep in thought. He must have known I was panicking, though, as his next words were calm. He said it was possibly an elaborate treasure hunt. I really hope he’s right, but I could hear the slightest bit of doubt in his voice.
Here's the next chapter. These chapters are certainly shorter. Overall, I feel this book is going to be smaller than the other two by a large margin. But hopefully it'll still be a good read! :D
Sarge/Chomby/Art/Story ©
pikminpedia Me
It’s day three of my time in Sycamore Valley. I’d spent my first two nights fully performing. The audience wasn’t as big as the last venue, but that’s because this city is smaller. Sarge tried to get me a ride from the airport to this city, but all he could muster was public transport. People certainly looked at me strangely. I could feel all their eyes on me.
At one point, the driver came up to me and asked if I could take off my mask. He didn’t believe me when I said it wasn’t a mask. He then asked me to get off. I didn’t want to cause a problem, so I did, and immediately called Sarge. Outside of the whole instance with Unit_00, I’ve never heard Sarge get angry, but he did. It’s actually a bit terrifying. He becomes more articulate and his tone becomes frighteningly sharp. He then hung up and left me in the dark. I kept thinking about Bark somehow sneaking behind me to try and unzip me again. Obviously, that was impossible. He’s in jail.
I think I stood in the dark and waited for only five minutes before Sarge called back and said my ride would be by shortly. I asked him what he did about the bus ticket. He simply said he was getting a refund. I didn’t ask further.
Maybe the darkness was getting to me, but seeing a van stop in front of me, calling me by name, then telling me to get in was odd. If it wasn’t for Sarge clarifying it was my ride, I would have thought the worst.
The hotel here isn’t that fancy, to add onto this pile of ick. I’m happy to get to rest wherever there is a power socket, but this place was certainly run down. The bed wasn’t properly made, and the receptionist ran out of soap, so I had to use some from my travel bag. It was in the same pocket as my VIP passes. I hoped to find another kind person in this town, but my efforts were fruitless so far.
When I told Sarge this, he apologized to me profusely. However, he swore that the Frankstein’s Museum of Illusory Delight would make up for it. He planned on having me go there over the weekend originally, but said, if I wanted to go to the construction site for the skyscraper, I should go there while it was still open to the public. They would close it down on Monday to begin construction.
So, I went there. It looked like it was just a field of mowed grass with a few benches dotting the area. There weren’t any trees or the like, so it felt very barren. That made my search easy. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was looking for, but I felt I’d know it when I saw it.
And, unfortunately, I saw it. I’d found a water fountain. It had a folded, laminated paper sitting on top of it with the words “Out of Order” on it. It was taped down with green duct tape. Based on the amount of dirt on it, mixed with the discoloration of the lamination, I figured it’d been here for at least six months. I was about ready to call it good and leave, but, underneath the folded paper, I noticed it. It was another recorder. It looked identical to the one I currently had back at the hotel.
Can I just take a moment to say how gross I felt picking it up? Not because it was dirty, but… like… I had a hole in my stomach. I felt like I was going to throw up. This has to be an elaborate hoax, or maybe a scavenger hunt, right?
Anyway, I called Sarge. He told me to play it so he could hear it, too. I decided to take it back to the hotel to call him there. He and I both listened to the recording.
“Day Eighty-three… Year… ahh. I don’t know. I can’t keep track of this. My theories have all led me to here. I feel I’ve uncovered quite a bit, but I wish the locals would actual talk to me. They’re standoffish at best, and despicable at worst. Cool skyscraper, though. It’s rather weirdly named, too. Out the front it has a fountain with the depiction of a man with a rifle on his back. Then, above his head, made of what appears to be concrete, is the word, “Ertemie Highriser”. Biggest building for miles.”
“Locals aside, I went into the building. I wrote down anything I found with the QRTS. The readings here were abnormal. So much so that I feel, if I can just get to the top floor, I’d be able to finally put this mystery to an end. It’s here, the anomaly. I know it is. These are the exact same readings from Lakeside, only stronger. There is no doubt in my mind I’m in the right place.”
Doctor Sebinal, Day… what’d I say? Eighty-three? Year… uh…. Fifteen. Yes. Let’s do that. Fifteen.”
I sat in silence for a moment as the recording finished. Sarge didn’t reply. I already knew he was deep in thought. He must have known I was panicking, though, as his next words were calm. He said it was possibly an elaborate treasure hunt. I really hope he’s right, but I could hear the slightest bit of doubt in his voice.
Here's the next chapter. These chapters are certainly shorter. Overall, I feel this book is going to be smaller than the other two by a large margin. But hopefully it'll still be a good read! :D
Sarge/Chomby/Art/Story ©
pikminpedia Me
Category Story / All
Species Exotic (Other)
Size 2033 x 1170px
File Size 222.7 kB
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