“Su wait… Dey wewe wunnin’ wiff a scawed “squiwwew” thing? Did ‘ou hab anythin’ to dwink duwin’ dah incident by any chance?”
[A Quote from a Seaside guard investigating a wagon theft]
[Pov Ix]
With the wagon suddenly hitting a pothole, I was jolted awake from my peaceful nap. I get up and look around quickly for a few seconds, with me seeing Charles looking at me trying to no laugh, he speaks.
“Swept weww?”
I give him a upset look and take in my surroundings, with me noticing the setting sun and seeing that we were by the coast of the great sea. Charles speaks again.
“Gettin’ cwose to Outah Gwow nao, an’ fank anu. Two day’s out on dah woad wouwd do anyone’s back towtuwe.”
Charles chuckles at the last part and I speak, sounding a bit annoyed.
“How close are we to Outer Glow anyway? Are we still in Inner Motor, or have we left?”
Charles takes a bit of bread from his bag and eats it, speaking and he chewed (Rude!)
“whewe neawin’ powt xewxes, aftah that it’s to Outah Gwow. An’ actuawwy… Wook whewe we just awwibed!”
Looking in Charles’s direction, I notice we had came to a large pre collapse structure. For how old it was the concrete was still in excellent condition, with the building still standing strong and even a part of the old sign still intact! “St Clair Movie Theater” I wondered for a bit of what a movie theater was until we got closer and I could see the outdoor post collapse structures. Firstly you had the giant dock, with it being so long that it looked like over a hundred ships could fit inside. And the endless the one room houses that lit up the quickly darkling sky, with the only thing separating the houses being the maze like pathways.
As we crossed the gate, we stopped at a wagon area and the driver turned to us speaking.
“We gib upsies duwin’ sunwise, hab a nice dawk time.”
And just like that he got off the wagon and headed over to his Raccoon, patting her on the head and started to untether her. Once the Raccoon was free, the wagon driver began to lead her towards the stables and both of them crossed a corner and disappeared. Looking at Charles I speak, grabbing my bag.
“You ever been here before?”
Charles speaks, getting off the wagon.
"Of couwse, many times. Buh onwy at dah docks, dah mobie theatah onwy once.
I speak curious.
“Why?”
Charles speaks as we begin walking.
“Those fowks in dah mobie theatah… Wet’s just say, dey dah type to be aboided.”
Making our way to the entrance of the theater, I saw a large long box with several guards peeking out of it and weirdly, around a dozen or so people looking very well dressed. After a few seconds of looking a bit confused I walk my way past the box and entered the theater itself.
Compared to how the placed looked from outside with it being a concrete slab, it looked like I had stepped forward into some sort of… Wonderland! All around me I saw a feast of bright multicolored banners, with the sound of live music and festivities all about. As I walked in shock I got a glimpse of the people who lived in this place, all of them wore bright colored attire, but there clothes also showed high class and luxury. And I saw them either dancing with there significant other, or sitting by the side talking and smoking by what looked like a restaurant. Making our way across the celebrations Charles speaks.
“Chawwes can bawewy eben heaw his own thoughts!”
I speak intrigued about this place.
“Charles what is this place, it’s unlike anything I have ever seen!”
Charles speaks as we find a place that wasn’t completely embroiled in celebration.
“oh dis pwace? It’s cawwed dah “unweaw” distwict.”
Both of us continue to walk as we try to find a place to rest, I speak again.
“What’s going on, is there some sort of celebration? And why haven’t I heard of a place like this, I’ve lived here for a couple years by now.”
Charles speaks.
“Dewe’s a weason. dis pwace had awways been out of dah way, an’ undah Tuwwos stuff wike dis was pwohibited. Am guessin’ since he am gone nao, dewe had been an expwosion of stuff goin’ wiff aww theiw new found fweedom, just peopwe who come fwom aww obah and keep it a secwet. An’ when it come to cewebwation, chawwes has nu idea.”
As we kept walking I tried my best to spot a inn or something, but had no luck. All I saw was a bunch of strange stores, and bars, lot’s of bars… Finally as we got deeper into the theater, into the more dingy and dark side of it Charles speaks pointing to something.
“Ix wook, a pwace to stay!”
I turn to see where Charles had pointed, and it was something I never expected. [Ozymandias’s House of Oddities!]
[Collection of rare and unusual items!]
[Also Inn inside]
The sign was so bright I had to block my eyes a bit and spoke to Charles as we made our way inside.
“Finally!”
As we entered the building, it was dark with it seeming like nobody was here. After a few second Charles shouts out.
"Hewwo! Hewwo! we wouwd wike woom fo’ dah dawk time!
Still nothing. As we continue walking I speak.
“The owner probably isn’t even here, let’s find another pla-”
Suddenly the entire come exploded in light, with me looking around for a few seconds, until we came to a staircase, with two figure standing on top of it. Both of them I couldn’t see that well, but I saw of one of the right raise something and shouted out for us all to hear.
“May I nao intwoduce to 'ou, mastah of dah unknown, keepah of dah stwange… Ozymandias’s!”
With that the figure on the left started rapidly coming down, and I got a good look at this “Ozymandias” He was a skinny unicorn with a black coat and long silvery hair, he wore a long slightly tattered red robe with a pointed red hat and had several pieces of jewelry on his ears. Once he finished coming down he looked at us with a growing smile and spoke.
“Oh isn’t dis a amazin’ mowning, bisitows Mauwice!”
I looked to see the other fluffy coming down, this must be Maurice. He had a long scruffy brown coat, with a orange mane. And wore a suit with a wrapped cloth over his head.
Charles speaks looking confused.
“'Ou know it’s dawk time wight?”
Ozymandias look shocked for a few seconds before speaking again, chuckling awkwardly.
“Oh, sowwy about that Hehe! Buh wewcome, Ozymandias am dah name an’ hewe his fwuffy’s youngah bwuddah Mauwice!”
Maurice chimes in.
“Onwy by 1 minute!”
Ozymandias continues to speak.
“Weww come nao, wet me show 'ou awound fwuffy’s home of dah stwange!”
Charles was going to speak but didn’t have time as both Ozymandias and Maurice lead us around the house of oddities. It at first pretty regular stuff at first, with multiple displays showing artifacts from all across Motor and Chicago, with the highlights being a Talon sword, several pieces of old Tribal furniture, a collection of old things from the Old Green Roof and a case with a mummified piece of skin, with the text stating it was from some person I never heard of. To be honest it wasn’t that impressive but still Ozymandias seemed exited to show us all of this, saying as we walked that we were his first consumers in over a week. The next exhibits, with some of the more strange stuff were so flat out fake it wasn’t funny. A haired “fish” A ghost detector, the skeleton of SteedHeart (The idiot doesn’t know his skull was destroyed!) And the worst of all… A signed autograph from Anu. Me and Charles have had enough of this nonsense and I spoke with a annoyed tone.
“All of this is fake! Junk all of it is…”
Ozymandias seemed defensive but I sensed that in the back of his mind he knew it was true and Charles spoke.
“Wewe just wookin’ fo’ a woom, that’s aww.”
As we made it back to the front, I could see a sense of defeat in Ozymandias and felt bade about what I had said. As Ozymandias was looking a for a key under the front desk, Charles spoke looking at me.
“Aftah we get dah bwacksmiths, shouwd we go stay in Outah Motow ow go an’ twy to find quin? Chawwes say’s we-”
Ozymandias suddenly got up from desk, looking a bit in shock and spoke.
“Did 'ou just say Quin!”
We are both confused but Charles speaks.
“Why?”
Ozymandias speaks, still in shock.
“she am a cwose fwend of mine, taught fwuffy su much about dah outside wowwd! Why am ‘ou seawchin’ fo’ hew?”
Charles speaks.
“It’s somethin’ impowtant, say do 'ou know whewe she am? It’s somewhewe in Maximus chawwes knows.”
Ozymandias nods and I already know what Charles is thinking as he speaks again.
“Most of dis cowwection am fake, how about dis? ‘Ou come an’ hewp us, an’ maybe can impwobe dis cowwection an’ meet an owd fwend?”
I could see Ozymandias think for a moment before speaking.
“It wouwd be a wong jouwney, buh am wite about dis cowwection. Nothin’ mowe den a fwaud wiff it’s cuwwent state! Ozymandias wiww come wiff ‘ou, as am expewt of dah unknown, an’ as a fwend of quin!”
He speaks again his smile coming back.
“Mauwice pwepawe my twabewin’ kit!” Fin
Thank you for reading my story! I hope to have the next part done in a few day’s to a week, and of course constructive criticism is appreciated. May you have a good day!