Don't Cry

”Suites Von Jarl, Suites if you like. Many people just call me, doctor, which I’m also fine with until we hit public scenes. You’d be surprised how many doctors walk around.” his head tilts to the side, the action mimicking a curious bird before the feathers of his fluffed up. The black plumage frizzling before flattening down again.

”I think a bird is the closest you can get to what I am yes. So are you.. human in a way? Or do humans look like this is your world?”

    “Suites..! Suites!” No, not sweets, Candyman. “That’s a fitting name, sir!” It suited such a unique fellow like them- oh, doctor? 

It had been a normal day like any other. Going around from place tonplace, meeting up with fellow buds in the league, and just generally doing his own thing. And as Candyman had been conversing with another person, he happened to catch a familiar voice.

That said, it seemed familiar because it sounded exactly like him. With one swift turnaround he quickly realized who was approaching him. It was.. him. But also not exactly. A few seconds of confusion clouding the mutant’s head before suddenly remembering that he indeed met this double before!

“ Oh my god- it’s you!! ” Candy excitedly blurting out. Grinning the biggest, dorky smile you could imagine.

   “It’s me!!” Candyman had spun and done a little pose, looking ecstatic to see his double. Oh- wait, were they talking to someone? “Haha! Sorry to intrude, I’ve been actually looking for ya! I wasn’r sure if ya were still in the city or not!” He certainly hadn’t fought them at all and more than that- Candyman was mostly MIA for a good while.

“Manifestation of foreign entities? Very much so! But they’re usually killed or captured. Many enjoy doing experiments, I am quite surprised you weren’t nabbed up! That means that no one knows that you appeared here just yet. Or at least whatever they were prepare for happened elsewhere than the initial spot. A mistake on their part..” he nods to himself, was that the best he could do to explain it? Probably not! But he could only dumb it down so much without worrying the other even more. It wasn’t like he was lying. however. The dealings of the city were quite random and mysterious. A day without an explosion or a toxic leak meant that everyone was either dead or vanished.  “What do you call yourself, my good fellow? We might as well become acquainted while you’re here for the ride.” 

   “Well, it’d take a lot to catch me! ...Wait- did you say experiments?” So it wasn’t like the police? That was something concerning!     However, his fear seemed to disappear rather quickly when they asked his name. 

It’s been a long time since he’s first met his double. As confusing as it was, the presence of the other was still very comforting.The idea that he wasn’t so totally alone in his mutation and what it was capable of.      So here he was, striding down one of the less crowded streets of ShineCity. It was...uncommon for him to simply walk- typically Candyman enjoyed leaping across rooftops as it was faster, but surely his double wouldn’t be doing that. He remembered them meeting up just on a walk.     There! He recognized the bobble head anywhere! Himself, but not.

”The lovely toxic city of Zaun my dear friend. The underbelly of another city, equally as advanced in technology. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were sucked down here. Or perhaps, manifested randomly! There have been some odd instances here and there, perhaps a failed experiment. You could be in another timeline, another dimension, or a completely different planet for all we know.” he rubs his beak perplexed. ”I have never heard of this ’Shine City’ as you call it, I take it you came from there?

  Oh, these all sounded.. bad! Randomly manifested...? Was there even a way to come back? He couldn’t quite recall what he might have done to get himself into this mess. The last he remembered, he was participating in a Lethal League match against his friendly neighborhood crocodile friend, Latch. 

     Don’t stare. Don’t stare. Don’t stare, that’s rude. Candyman held a coffee cup in his hands, eyes landing on the very short... goat? Also occupying the cafe. Who... was that? What was it? Be kind. Don’t be rude.       Candyman leans towards the goat, wanting to see if he could spot any...zipper or... Nothing?

Alright. Don’t be rude. Maybe ask their name! Maybe-

His head tilted, staring for a moment in silence before speaking again. His metallic hands making a motion to the tubes. “Due to complications I am unable to transfer blood through my system without aid. These two are prominent in my form but not major. They look much more complex than they are.” Shoulders lifted with a shrug, his many arms moving behind his back as he leaned forward. Observing the stranger.  “You must be new in this area. I should mention now you are lucky to run into my my friend! Lucky indeed, you see in some areas the air is toxic.” He taps his finger against the birdlike beak of his face mask. “But everything here is, air, water, food, if you’re not careful.” 

    “Wooah... I get it!” So that’s what the tubes were for! Rather nice of the stranger to indulge him! He thrusts his cane back against the ground, leaning on it as he listens to them speak.    Friend? Friend! Yes, of course! Wait-

    “W-wait, toxic? The air? Food? Water?” That didn’t sound good, it sounded as if he were in ShineCity’s sewers... oh dear. “I’m completely new to the area! I haven’t a clue where I even am... do you know, mister?” Oh wise bird...bird? Bird. Person. “I’m from ShineCity!”

@tap-dancing-candyman

”….Is that your actual head or is it a mask?”

“Ah-?”     Candyman had turned around on his metal heel, tilting his head to the other in curiosity. Oh boy, someone out here? By this point he’s become used to the question. Strangers would often ask trying not to be rude, but in ShineCity things have begun to get more...weird. It’s been a less common question now.  Speaking of ShineCity... this place looked veeerrry different!