Part 10: Impish
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Originally Posted by zigbigadorlube
Whew! Glad that that's over I think I have a few things to settle with that little red man after everything I've been through tonight. I search him out in hopes of some hefty compensation for my trouble and information on the missing persons.
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Alright, time to wake that little red thing up again! You head down the long tunnel, go through the mattress room and the dining room and knock on the bedroom door.
"YO! RED THING!" you yell. You're knocking on the door with your foot rather than your hand because... well, because it seemed like a good thing to do. Today you've fallen down a big hole, climbed up a rope, met a tiny red person, lost two people to a mysterious spooky forest, gotten drunk, drank magical weed killer, ate cabbage-flavored candy and killed a plant by vomiting on it; my point is you're not thinking all that clearly right now. So yeah, you're kicking a door instead of properly knocking. It's really not the weirdest thing to have happened to you today.
"Ayyyy, cut down on the racket!" you hear from the other side of the door before it opens. "Oh, it's you again," the red person says, "whaddaya want? You take care of that problem?"
"Shlur dud," you say. Oh dear, now you're slurring. I hope that's from the hooch, not some sort of brain damage from the weed killer potion.
"Faaaaaaaaantastic. Now I can get my stuff fired back up," the red person says as they walk past you. You notice they're wearing a little robe, which is kind of adorable.
"You'rle jush adorbible," you say, smiling.
"...Th...anks," the red person says, continuing towards the boiler room.
"Shay!" You yell, following them. "Iz you a boy or girlil? I can' tull."
The red person gives you a wary look, probably wondering if you're drunk and/or brain damaged. The answer to that is yes. Just yes.
"I'm a guy, thanks," he says. Yep, I can refer to him as "he" now. "I should be insulted that you couldn't tell, but it happens a lot..."
"AH LUV YOUR LIDDLE ROBE!" You shriek, grabbing his shoulders and getting entirely too close to his robe. "It'sh stripey."
"Yyyyeah. Uh, forgive me for being frank, but what's wrong with you?"
"Hooch n' weed killer," you slur matter-of-factly.
"That... That'll do it." By now you've both reached the boiler room. The red dude pulls a matchbook out of the pocket of his robe, lights a match, and tosses it into the boiler. A warm glow emits from inside.
"Wusshat fer?" You ask.
"This is the secondary power system for the town," he replies, shuffling back down the hallway.
"Wun liddle buller?"
"Yup."
"Huuuuh."
"Are... you gonna be alright? You don't really seem fit to be... walking."
"I'm shooper," you say, walking into a wall. "Otch."
"Yeah, uh... lemme give you something for that, alright? Just sit down here," the red man says, motioning to one of the tiny wooden seats in his dining room. You huddle down on the tiny chair obligingly, your knees almost up to your chest. You rest your battleaxe against the wall next to you - yeah, you still have that. The red man looks at your battleaxe with a bit of fear, most likely not trusting you with it given the state you're in. I don't blame him.
The red man goes over to the tiny kitchen portion of the room, an area you hadn't really noticed before for some reason. There's a tiny oven next to a tiny counter and tiny sink, and next to that a tiny cupboard. It's all very tiny and very adorable.
"Yursh adurbible," you mumble, barely coherent. I think you're repeating something you said earlier, but I can't even tell at this point. While the little red dude works at whatever it is he's doing - you don't know, you're not even watching - your mind begins to wander. All at once, you remember what you had been doing. "WURSH MUDDER MARE IN OOBLE?!" You yell.
"I'm sorry?"
"
WEESCH MITER MURRN OBLE?!!?"
"I really can't... just hold that thought, okay?" the little red guy says. You let out some sort of grumble/squeak hybrid and do your best to not forget what you're trying to say.
Shortly after, the red dude brings you a tiny cup of something. A strange purple steam is rising from it.
"Drink this, it'll help," he says. You frown at it, your lips pushed out into a pout.
"Uble..."
"Yes, uh, ubble. Drink this then tell me all about it."
Giving in, you drink the liquid in a single gulp. It tastes like snozberries.
"Now... What were you trying to say?"
"Where'sh misder muyur ond abil?" you ask. Good, good, you're getting a little better.
"I don't know what or where those things are."
"Misder Mayur ind Abel," you repeat, carefully sounding out each syllable. "The plant took thim."
"The plant took your friends?"
"Yesh."
"Hm, I... aw jeez. I don't know where they could be. I didn't know the plant could
take people."
"It took me," you say.
"It took you?"
"I was in the forest and then... I was in the boiler room. And I threw up on the plant and it died."
"Huh... I don't even know where to start. If your friends weren't in there, I don't know where they could be."
You sigh and get up. "I guess I'd better get to looking for them, then."
"Yeah, good luck."
"Thanks for the stuff, I feel a lot better now. Oh, before I go, what's your name?"
"Jablo."
"Jablo?"
"Yep."
"Wait, are you related to Peeblo?"
"Oh, what, just because we're both Imps we must be related?"
"I'm sorry, I-"
"He's my cousin."
You exit the dining room with your battleaxe in tow and head up the stairs to the surface. Where should you even begin to look? Okay, let's take stock of things. You have with you a flashlight, a battleaxe, an empty hooch bottle, a few of Abel's potions and a few more pieces of candy in a pretty kickin' backpack. You definitely need to find Mr. Mayor and Abel, and Lise, Tesel, Afrodonkey and Fluffy might also be missing. Ugh, so much to do.
Where will you go?
