Can't even get a drink

Franky and myself Pathed out of the hideout, so I could get some booze, because I had ran out.

Now before any of you come along, proclaiming loudly how much of a dumb fucking idea it was to not only get drunk, but to do so outside of the safehouse, I'm well aware and at the time could not give less of a shit, could not give less of a shit now either, so save the lecturing.

But yeah, after getting the booze from the closest store, we went to the park, where I proceeded to try and get shit-faced. I was about half a bottle in when he appeared out of nowhere, startling us from behind with that thick Jamaican accent.

Me and Franky scrambled off the bench, me pulling my gun out whilst Franky got into this animal-looking stance, as if ready to pounce at the source of the voice. The weird looking freak just raised his hands, holding a book in one of them, smiling at us revealing his golden teeth.

"Calm yourself and your pet thing, I have not come to raise conflict."

"Yeah, like I'm going to believe that." I tightened the grip on my gun.

"From where I'm standing, you are currently the one that is escalating the situation."

"You're the one who fucking snuck up on us!"

"I did no such thing, to sneak up would imply ulterior motives on my part. What I did was merely approach you."

"The fuck for?" I allowed myself to lower the gun, despite it being night time we were still in the middle of a public park, waving the gun around wasn't a good idea. Franky eased up as well, which in result allowed our visitor to let his hands down.

"You present a quandary, your participation in the current unfolding events is confusing, hence why I'm here, to clarify."

This guy was already annoying me, I was not in the mood for cryptic bullshit at that point in time, it didn't help that I was also buzzed.

"Clarify fucking what? Fuck off dude, before things really escalate." I began to turn towards Franky, about to ask him to Path us out.

"Clarify as to why you are still here." That made me stop, no, not his pseudo-philosophical implications, the fact that he was interested specifically in me.

"The fuck you care?"

"Same reason I keep an eye on any other unravelling event..." He began to slowly pace to the side of the bench that was between us "I am our Grandfather's tool, one of his many tomes, the purpose of which..." He stopped by the side of the bench, probably noticing that we were slowly backing away "Is to learn."

Then he pointed his finger at me.

"You, Kyle (My last name) are a curious part of the events, mainly due to how insignificant you are..." I was about to interrupt him to not-so-politely ask how the fuck he knew my full name, but he just carried on speaking over me "It is quite obvious that, that other... thing..." Heard level of disdain there, which probably meant that he was referring to the Bandaged Idiot. "Is the key part in the events that will unfold, so the question is, why are you still here?"

"Because I love every fucking minute of this hell that I'm in." I proclaimed sarcastically, if you couldn't tell "Look mate, if it's my reasoning you want, go read my blog and stop wasting my time." I was kind of getting tired of the conversation at this point.

He began laughing. That laugh was... too clear for a regular person. You know how when people laugh you can actually hear the throat release air, or their voice go higher, or lower, depending on the type of laugh and all that other similar type of shit? None with this guy, his laugh was way too clear, no change of pitch, no sensation of breath escaping his mouth, nothing, as if he was hollow on the inside.

"You poor, deluded fool." He leaned on the bench with one hand "I have no interest in your petty romanticized, vengeance-fuelled motivations!" He leaned his entire body on the arm of the bench "I am curious as to why you are still here."

Was getting kind of confused at this point, also irritated "Yeah, I got it the first time, no need to re-" then I cut myself off remembering what the bandaged idiot commented on my last post "Wait, are you implying that someone's keeping me here?"

No response, just that smug smirk.

I offered one in return, coupled with a mocking laugh, just for good measure, because what he was implying was absurd "Now I know that you're just some goon in a goofy costume, sorry mate, hate to break it to you, but once all of my shit is done here, I'm blowing my brains out."

Whatever smirk I had on my face disappeared quickly when he gave out that empty laugh again "Is that so?" He got off the arm of the bench and began walking away from us with his arms folded "Be weary Kyle (My last name) the out you think you have, may not be as accessible as you might think." He stopped and turned around, holding his book by his chest "Think about why you're still around." He offered a last smirk before opening his book, from which a wave of pages suddenly flew in our faces, obscuring our vision of the costumed freak.

Once the pages settled on the ground and I could see clearly again, he was gone. Following him, the pages fell apart into dust and were blown away by the wind.

Fuck this shit, can't even get shit-faced in peace.