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Emptiness, isolation, nothing left here but the soft wind and rustling breeze. She didn’t know what she expected when her work was done, when the doors were closed, and when she was all alone. The lights were on but nobody was home, and it seemed that thought held truest of all when the place closed. When she was the only one left there. She was always the last to leave, her beautiful figure nothing more than an object in these parts, but that didn’t matter. She was alive and that’s what mattered. If she hadn’t done what she did, what she now does, than she wouldn’t have enough money to feed herself. Of course now she cheats corners as well, drugging, kidnapping, even killing people for a bit of pocket change– things aren’t lawful in this place but that didn’t mattered. Nobody would ever realize.

She didn’t need a melody, she didn’t need a piano playing a sweet tune to stand up on that stage. There she felt the light of the world upon her, the only place she felt whole… That was, other than in his arms. But he wasn’t here anymore. He abandoned her to go find treasure and adventures and women elsewhere. A bitter love-hate feeling formed in her breast, poisoned her heart, but that didn’t stop her from singing. Nobody would hear her, they would only hear her when she wanted them too. Not when she was pouring her heart out to ghosts and ghouls, the only beings that would listen to her other than that duck she knew. That duck who listened to her late at night, took her insecurities away, took her mundane world and colored it in pastels of hope… But again, like the thorn in her side, he was gone and that’s why her voice sung out so strongly.

She didn’t need an audience when she was pouring her heart out into the space of the world about her, it stung but she knew that if she didn’t than she’d never sing it out. How many more opportunities would she get before some random stranger decided it was time to end her career, before someone cut her down again, before she lost those pastel colors that he had painted her world in. Had it not been for the figure she saw, the shadow in the darkness that caught her attention, than she probably would have kept going until tears prevented her from doing so. A gasp of shock as she strained to see past the spotlight. This wasn’t right, nobody was suppose to be here! The doors were closed, anxiety bloomed in her chest and she immediately grew afraid, ready to pull her gun and shoot if she had to.

“Hello? Is… Is anyone there?”

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This couldn’t be right, this couldn’t be right at all. His mind pulled him in all sorts of different directions. He had never seen a place quite like this, quite as alarming and strange to him. It was much like Duckburg but accommodating not ducks that stood at three feet tall, sometimes higher, no it accommodated a different group of creatures. He was sure of it. However in the early dawn, with the oranges and purples spreading across the vast expanse of the sky, he wasn’t able to tell– not many of whomever lived here seemed to be out and about. At first he stayed in the woodlands that concealed him at the edge of the odd town, but having decided that there was nothing left but to enter, he slipped about the urban tangle.

He was quiet and he made sure not to alarm any that could be living within. It felt like he was in some odd horror story, one that had such a heavy air of mystery that it was almost suffocating. He was always so cautious as he moved, keeping to bushes and under objects such as cars. The more time he spent within this place the more people he saw– the more humans. He had seen them before, but they weren’t the most common occurrence in his life. He recalled Duckburg and how humans were very confused to stumble upon their humble abode so long ago, baffled at the fact that they could talk and do other things such as drive vehicles, make complex food, and watch television just like them.

He was snapped out of his train of thought when a bright light eclipsed his vision, he froze and was, quite literally, a deer caught in headlights. He saw the large car before him and was alarmed, his body tense and unable to move. He would snap out of it soon enough but by this point he was sure the human had seen him. Memories came back, sea salt ice cream and inky dark creatures that seemed almost to freeze time. Those were the most vivid memories of humans that he had. What he could glean from it was that humans had two types of reactions to oddities such as him– either very violent or very friendly. It was practically a coin flip to determine which one a human was.

“I’ll be on me way now if ye’ll let me…” He spoke up after a moment, trying to be as polite as possible to not set off this character, one who was practically towering over his three foot form.