Abandon looking at abandoned mine. Seek Boyfriend instead.

>>5748557

Shush you, let OP set the scene

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>>5748356
>>5748571

The entrance to the abandoned mine yawns before you, a gaping maw in the earth that beckons with an unsettling mixture of curiosity and trepidation. As you step into its depths, the air grows colder, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth and the lingering whispers of long-forgotten tales. The narrow tunnel ahead is lined with rough-hewn walls that seem to trap the memories of a bygone era.

Your flashlight's beam pierces the darkness, casting elongated shadows that dance along the tunnel's uneven surface. The occasional drip of water echoes like a haunting melody, a reminder that even in this forsaken place, life still lingers in the form of droplets that have carved their paths through stone.

The further you venture, the more pronounced the silence becomes, wrapping around you like a suffocating shroud. It's as if the mine itself holds its breath, waiting for your next move. Occasional glimmers catch your eye – the faint glint of minerals embedded in the walls, remnants of the mine's forgotten purpose.

The passageway splits, branching off into smaller tunnels that snake deeper into the earth. Each path promises the potential for discovery, but also the threat of getting lost in the labyrinthine maze. The air grows even colder, and you shiver, a sensation that has nothing to do with the temperature.

Amid the darkness, you notice something peculiar etched into the wall – symbols that seem foreign, ancient, and imbued with a sense of purpose. They tell a story of miners who toiled here long ago, their hopes and dreams etched into the very rock they sought to conquer.

As you continue deeper, the shadows seem to grow thicker, more tangible, as if they yearn to share their secrets with you. The mine's walls almost seem to pulse with a hidden energy, the whispers growing more insistent, as if urging you to keep going, to unravel the threads that have been woven into the fabric of Eldridge itself.

>>5748610
"Anyone there?"

>>5749048

The echoes of your voice bounce off the damp walls, carried away by the darkness. For a moment, the only response is the haunting drip of water and the distant rustle of unseen creatures. The silence seems to stretch on, leaving you with an unsettling feeling of isolation.

...

As the seconds tick by, you're met with nothing but the same heavy silence. The shadows cling to the walls like a secret too precious to share, and the air itself seems to hold its breath. It's as if the mine has absorbed your voice, leaving you to wonder if you're truly alone in this desolate place.

A shiver runs down your spine, a mixture of the cold and the eerie stillness. Doubt creeps in – perhaps this was a fool's errand, venturing deeper into the mine's depths in pursuit of answers that might not exist. The path ahead still splits, two tunnels stretching out like a choice between the unknown and the even more unknown.

With each option, a voice inside you seems to whisper, urging you to turn back, to retrace your steps and seek solace in the sunlight filtering through the entrance. But the symbols etched into the walls, the glimmers of forgotten minerals, and the palpable energy of the shadows all tug you forward, deeper into the enigma that Eldridge has become.

>>5749064
is there any difference between the two paths? Audible, wind, smell, etc.

>>5749214

The first tunnel, its entrance framed by jagged rocks, seems to beckon with an air of familiarity. The ground beneath is worn smoother than the other paths, hinting at previous footfalls. As you shine your flashlight along its winding passage, you catch glimpses of support beams – signs that this route was once frequented by miners. The walls bear scars from pickaxes, and the faint scent of iron hangs in the air, mingling with the dampness.

The second tunnel, in contrast, is narrower and seems less traveled. The walls here are rougher, untouched by the marks of human hands. Yet, the darkness within seems to shimmer with an almost ethereal quality, as if the very shadows themselves are alive. Your light dances across the walls, revealing faint glimmers that could be minerals or perhaps something else entirely. The air is cooler here, carrying an almost mystical sensation that raises the hair on your arms.

Each tunnel presents a choice – one that could potentially lead you deeper into the mine's history and secrets, but also further away from the safety of the surface. The voice inside you continues its insistent murmur, urging you to weigh the options carefully. Both paths promise a unique journey into the heart of Eldridge's mysteries, but which one holds the key you seek?

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>>5749392

With a sense of curiosity piqued by the unknown, you decide to venture down the second tunnel. The air seems to grow even colder as you step onto the rough ground, each footfall echoing in the narrow space. The walls, untouched by human hands, feel almost alive as if they're whispering secrets in a language that only they understand. Your flashlight's beam dances across the shadows, revealing glimmers that catch your eye – perhaps minerals, or maybe something else entirely.

As you continue deeper into the tunnel, the air takes on an otherworldly quality. A sensation of being watched creeps over you, raising the hair on your arms. The ethereal shimmering of the darkness plays tricks on your eyes, and for a moment, you could swear you catch fleeting glimpses of movement just beyond the edge of your vision.

A soft sound, like the distant tinkling of bells, reaches your ears. You pause, your heart racing, as the sound grows clearer. Stepping cautiously forward, you find yourself face to face with an unexpected sight – a little gnome, no taller than your knee, sitting on a rock with an impish grin.

"Well, hello there!" the gnome exclaims, his voice carrying a mischievous lilt. "Not many folks come this way, you know. It's usually the other tunnel that gets the attention."

You blink in surprise, not sure if you're dreaming or if this is just another layer of Eldridge's mystery. "Who... who are you?"

The gnome gives an exaggerated bow. "Name's Rum, at your service! I'm a bit of a wanderer, you see, and these tunnels are my stomping grounds. What brings you to my little corner of the world?"

>>5749426
Do you want to be my boy friend?

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>>5749577

A bemused smile plays on Rum's lips, and you get the sense that he's not entirely accustomed to this kind of proposition either. "Well, that's quite a direct question, isn't it? I appreciate the sentiment, but perhaps we should focus on our current situation and why you're here in these tunnels."

As you exchange these odd words, the atmosphere grows tense, and something about Rum's expression gives you pause. The glint in his eyes seems less mischievous now and more... predatory. The sensation of being watched intensifies, but now you realize it's not just a trick of the shadows – it's the very presence of Rum himself.

In an instant, the impish facade drops, and Rum's appearance warps into something more sinister. His grin widens, revealing sharp, pointed teeth, and the tinkling sound of bells takes on a more ominous tone. You feel a knot of dread tighten in your stomach as you realize that you're not facing a harmless gnome but something far more dangerous – a redcap, a creature known for its violence and thirst for blood.

"Seems like you've walked right into my trap, dear visitor," Rum hisses, his voice dripping with malice. "You're not the first curious soul to venture down this path, and you won't be the last."

Your heart races as the realization dawns upon you – you're not conversing with a friendly gnome but an entity that wants to do you harm. The mine's shadows seem to close in around you, and the ethereal shimmer takes on a malevolent hue.

>>5749894
Try to kill the thing? If we can't, run

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>>5750175
With your heart pounding and your survival instincts kicking in, you decide that you won't be an easy prey for this dangerous entity. As Rum's transformation becomes apparent, you steel yourself for the impending confrontation.

Without hesitation, you grip your flashlight tightly in your hand, using it as an improvised weapon. As you charge at Rum, he lunges with surprising speed, his pointed teeth bared in a feral snarl. The battle between you and the malevolent redcap unfolds in the confined space of the mine, shadows dancing eerily with each movement.

Your flashlight lands a solid blow on Rum's shoulder, and he emits a high-pitched shriek, his form flickering as if he's becoming one with the shadows. The tinkling sound of bells intensifies; a dissonant melody that reverberates through the air. In the dim light, you catch glimpses of his malevolent grin and the glint of his sharp teeth.

Rum retaliates, his nails elongating into wicked claws as he slashes at you with unnatural speed. You manage to dodge some of his attacks, but a deep gash appears on your arm as one of his claws grazes your skin. The pain is searing, but adrenaline fuels your determination to stand your ground.

As the battle rages on, you can feel the very essence of the mine pulsating around you – the shadows seem to have a life of their own, responding to Rum's presence. The ethereal shimmer that once danced with curiosity has turned into a chaotic maelstrom, threatening to engulf you both.

With a final surge of strength, you swing the flashlight with all your might, connecting with Rum's side. The redcap lets out a guttural scream, his form flickering violently before dissipating into a swirling vortex of shadows. The tinkling bells fade into silence, and the air itself seems to exhale a sigh of relief.

You're left panting and injured, the adrenaline beginning to ebb away as the mine's atmosphere returns to an unsettling calm. The walls, once whispering secrets, are now silent witnesses to the battle that just took place. The choice to confront Rum was a risky one, but it paid off – for now.

>>5750233
Explore the surroundings and see if he left something behind

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>>5750238
As the echoes of the battle fade, you take a cautious look around, your flashlight's beam revealing the aftermath of the confrontation. The mine's atmosphere seems to have settled back into an uneasy quiet, punctuated only by the faint dripping of water and the distant echoes of your own breathing.

You inspect the area where Rum had been, but there's no trace of the redcap remaining. It's as if he was swallowed by the very shadows he wielded. The ground is scuffed and marked from the struggle, but there are no remnants, no clues left behind to indicate his presence.

As you explore further, you notice something glinting in the corner of the tunnel. Kneeling down, you pick up a small, tarnished bell – it makes the same jingle that had accompanied Rum. It's a somber reminder of the encounter, a trinket that once held an ominous melody. You slip it into your pocket, a memento of the danger you faced and the secrets you've uncovered.

With the immediate area yielding no further clues, you turn your attention to the walls themselves. The symbols etched into the stone seem to have taken on a new significance after your encounter with Rum. They tell a story of struggle, of miners who sought to uncover the mine's secrets, only to be met with darkness and danger. The pickaxe marks and scratches seem to mirror the scars left by your battle, a connection that sends a shiver down your spine.

>>5750280
Try the other tunnel?

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>>5750378

With the memory of your encounter with Rum fresh in your mind, you contemplate your next move. The immediate area holds no further clues, leaving you with the decision of whether to explore the other tunnel or retrace your steps. The symbols etched into the walls seem to offer a haunting reflection of the danger you faced, and you can't help but feel a sense of urgency to uncover more of Eldridge's enigma.

Resolving to press on, you turn away from the scene of your battle and make your way back to the branching path. The tunnel stretches out before you, inviting and yet tinged with the unknown. As you step onto the rough ground once more, the shadows seem to part, granting you passage with an eerie grace.

However, as you venture deeper into the tunnel, your earlier injury begins to take its toll. The gash on your arm throbs with each heartbeat, and a wave of dizziness washes over you. The world around you blurs, the flickering shadows becoming indistinct, and before you know it, consciousness slips through your grasp.

...

You wake up with a start, your surroundings unfamiliar and your heart racing. Blinking, you take in your surroundings – you're lying in your own bed, the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. The TARNISHED BELL from the mine is placed on your nightstand, its surface catching the light.

You touch your arm, the memory of the gash still fresh in your mind, but it's gone – replaced by a neat bandage. Confusion and unease churn in your stomach. How did you end up back in your room? And why does it feel like a dream? You sit up, glancing around, and that's when you see it – a looming shadow beside the bathroom door, a shape that defies explanation.

Your heart races as you take in the sight, a primal fear gripping you. The shadow seems to pulse with an otherworldly energy, and you can't tear your eyes away. The sensation of being watched intensifies, and your breath hitches in your throat.

Just then, your mother's cheerful voice rings out from downstairs, completely unaware of the unsettling presence in the room. "Breakfast is ready, dear! Come down before it gets cold."

>>5750419
Eat breakfast

>>5750419
Throw pillows at the shadow thing

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>>5750458


With a mix of curiosity and apprehension, you grab the only pillow you have in your room. As you clutch it tightly, you can't help but chuckle softly to yourself – all the other pillows are still packed in boxes downstairs, a detail you've yet to rectify. You take a deep breath, reminding yourself that you're facing the unknown, and with a sudden motion, you hurl the pillow at the shadowy figure near the bathroom door.

The pillow sails through the air, making a soft whooshing sound before making contact. The shadow springs to life in a manner reminiscent of someone being abruptly woken from a nap. It jolts with apparent shock as if taken aback by the unexpected pillow projectile. Its two bright eyes widen, the shape of its form shifting with a fluid grace that belies its ethereal nature.

A chuckle escapes you as you witness this surprising reaction. The shadow, with its cross between a silhouette of a devil and a bedsheet ghost, conveys its startled state with a whimsical flair. Its expression seems almost embarrassed, and for a moment, you're struck by the absurdity of the situation.

As the figure's initial surprise ebbs away, its eyes flicker between you and the pillow on the floor. Despite its unusual appearance, you sense an air of friendliness about it. It's as if the shadow, despite its mysterious presence, doesn't intend you any harm. The shadow lets out a series of high-pitched murmurs and squeaks, a language that remains enigmatic to you.

A sense of curiosity overrides any lingering unease, and you sit back down on the bed, studying the shadow with a mix of fascination and amusement. While you can't understand its sounds at the moment, you have a feeling that given enough time, you might be able to make some sense of them.

As you sit there, the shadow lingers, its presence now almost reassuring. It's as if this mysterious figure is the one that brought you back home, tending to your wound and leaving the "[TARNISHED BELL]" on your nightstand. The lines between reality and the unknown blur further, and you can't help but wonder how this shadow is connected to Eldridge's secrets.

>>5750569
Ask if smiley ghost face wants to join us for breakfast

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>>5750677

With a mixture of amusement and curiosity, you address the shadowy figure in your room, affectionately dubbing it "Smiley" due to its whimsical appearance. "Hey there, Smiley, would you like to join us for breakfast?"

The shadow's eyes seem to brighten as you speak, a subtle change in its form indicating its response. The series of high-pitched murmurs and squeaks it emits take on a more animated quality, and you can't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with this enigmatic presence.

Just as you're about to engage with Smiley further, your mother's voice echoes from downstairs, laced with a touch of impatience this time. "Honey, breakfast is getting cold! You really should come down before it's completely ruined."

With a nod to Smiley, you pocket the TARNISHED BELL, a tangible link to the mysteries you've encountered, and head downstairs to join your mother. The ordinary routine of breakfast is a stark contrast to the extraordinary events you've experienced. Your mother, blissfully unaware of the paranormal occurrences, chats cheerfully about mundane topics, and you find yourself torn between the normalcy of her conversation and the secrets you've uncovered.

As you sit at the table, the sensation of being watched returns, and you glance towards the hallway, catching a fleeting glimpse of a shadow that seems to dance just at the edge of your vision. Smiley, it seems, is incredibly shy around others and has chosen to hide within your own shadow to remain unnoticed.

Your mother's routine strikes you as peculiar – a comforting routine that contrasts with the eerie mysteries of Eldridge. She moves about the kitchen with practiced ease, oblivious to the strange presence that seems to linger just beyond her awareness.

>>5750925
Mom, do your remember when I came back home last night?

>>5751017
Continuing with breakfast, your mother's cheerful conversation fills the kitchen. As she stands by the sink, her hands immersed in soapy water and the clinking of dishes in the background, you seize the moment to inquire, "Hey, Mom, do you remember when I came home last night?"

Pausing for a brief moment, she scrubs a plate before replying, "Last night? Oh, yeah, you got back pretty late, didn't you? We've been so caught up with unpacking and settling in that I didn't pay much attention to the exact time."

A mixture of relief and curiosity sweeps over you. It appears that your return last night hasn't raised any red flags for her. Her focus remains on the mundane tasks of the day, seemingly unaware of the mysterious events that unfolded when you arrived in Eldridge.

As you share breakfast with her, Smiley's shadowy presence occasionally catches your eye, lurking at the periphery of your vision. It's as if this enigmatic figure is a silent observer of your everyday life.

>>5751037
What's your plan today?

>>5750925
man, mom got serius cake behind her

>>5751058

Absorbing the mundane rhythm of your mother's activities, you find a natural opening to ask, "Hey, Mom, what are your plans for today?"

She dries her hands on a kitchen towel and turns to you with a smile. "Well, I've got a little meeting with the folks from the town's community center in the evening. We're discussing the upcoming fundraising event, and you know how much work those can be." She chuckles, clearly preoccupied with her thoughts on the matter.

As she talks about the meeting and the various tasks she has lined up, you notice something intriguing happening behind her. Smiley's shadowy form has begun to mimic her movements on the wall in a playful, almost mocking manner. You can't help but laugh softly, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the enigmatic figure.

Deciding to wrap up your breakfast, you grab your plate and stand. With a smile, you say, "I think I'll go wash up and get ready for the day. Maybe I'll head out and explore a bit."

As you scrub your plate in the sink, your thoughts drift to the tasks ahead. You recall having 2 packets of work due for your ONLINE CLASSES today – an obligation that tugs at you even in the midst of Eldridge's mysteries. Balancing your academic responsibilities with your growing curiosity about the town's secrets could become a delicate act.

You contemplate your options: delving deeper into your online classes, trying to connect with the locals to uncover more about Eldridge, or even revisiting the abandoned mine. However, you're conscious of the fact that staying out too late might raise concerns for your mother. Her blissful ignorance of the oddities around her is something you'd rather not disturb.

>>5751084
Study and don't be a lazy girl. Did we inherit mom's assets though?

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>>5751160
With a determined resolve, you remind yourself of your responsibilities and opt to focus on your online classes. "No slacking off," you mutter to yourself, channeling your inner discipline.

You retreat to your room and settle into your study area, your concentration honed on the coursework that lies ahead. The next several hours blur as you immerse yourself in readings, assignments, and online discussions. The digital realm of education consumes your attention, the mysteries of Eldridge momentarily shelved.

As you delve into your studies, you catch your reflection in your laptop's screen during a momentary break. You have a mane of vibrant red hair that frames your face, and your green eyes reflect both determination and curiosity. Freckles adorn your cheeks, adding to the overall picture of a young woman with an unassuming, plain appearance.

Your mother's words echo in your thoughts – "You take after your father." It's a phrase you've heard countless times, a reminder of a connection you've never been able to forge. You push the thoughts aside, refocusing on your studies.

As the daylight wanes, you find yourself making steady progress on your assignments, a sense of accomplishment replacing the earlier mysteries that occupied your mind.

>>5751391
>"Smiley can you me show anything?"

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>>5751425

As you continue your studies, the shadowy presence you've come to know as Smiley seems to linger nearby, its form dancing on the wall as if it's watching you intently. During a momentary break, you glance up and meet its bright eyes, prompting an idea.

"Smiley, can you show me anything?" you ask, your voice soft but hopeful.

The shadow's form seems to flicker for a moment, as if it's unsure how to respond. Its eyes hold a curious glint, but its movements convey a sense of confusion, as though it's grappling with understanding your request.

>>5751462
>"Not even a trick? Or where you pop out from?"
Guess that's a no. Continue studying and planning for the next expedition

>>5751462
Did you come from the bell?

>>5751480
You reach into your pocket and pull out the TARNISHED BELL, the object that seems to hold a significant link to the town's secrets. Holding it up to Smiley, you meet its gaze once again.

To your surprise, the shadow's reaction is more pronounced this time. Its form seems to quiver, its eyes widening as if in recognition. With a fluid motion, it extends a shadowy appendage toward the window, almost as if it's directing your attention outside.

Following its implied suggestion, you turn to look out the window. There, across the road, stands the gas station. The afternoon sun casts long shadows, and the gas pumps stand in eerie stillness. However, there's something notable – or rather, the lack of something. The parking lot is deserted, devoid of any sign of human presence. The gas station, usually bustling with activity, appears deserted, almost frozen in time.

A shiver runs down your spine as you realize the significance of this scene. Smiley's gesture seems to imply a connection between the TARNISHED BELL and the gas station, a place that seems to hold its own mysteries within the quiet facade.

>>5751511
"Thanks smiley, wanna check it out?"

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>>5751513
"Thanks, Smiley. Wanna check it out?" you ask, your voice carrying a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

As if in response, the shadowy presence seems to sway with excitement, its bright eyes shimmering with newfound energy. With a newfound sense of purpose, you gather your belongings and head downstairs, making sure to let your mother know that you're going out for a bit while she's busy getting ready for the community center meeting.

The late afternoon sun bathes Eldridge in a warm glow as you cross the road and approach the gas station. Smiley's presence lingers at your side, a silent companion in your exploration of the town's secrets. As you step onto the gas station's worn pavement, a feeling of unease washes over you, and your gaze locks onto the building's entrance.

A faint chime sounds as you push the door open, revealing the interior of the small, dimly lit convenience store. Shelves are lined with an assortment of goods, their labels faded and worn with time. A sense of nostalgia hangs in the air, the place seeming frozen in a bygone era.

At the counter stands a figure, his appearance matching the eerie atmosphere of the gas station. Mr. Grady, the elderly man who runs the establishment, gazes at you with a knowing look in his eyes. His skin seems weathered by time, and his gaze seems to pierce through you as if he's aware of more than he lets on.

As you approach the counter, Smiley's presence seems to waver and shift, and you realize that the shadowy figure has hidden itself within your own shadow once again. Mr. Grady's gaze seems to linger a moment longer on your form, his expression unchanging.

"Welcome," he greets, his voice carrying a peculiar tone that sends a shiver down your spine. "What brings you to my humble establishment, my dear?"

>>5751544
"Can you tell a little about Eldridge? I'm new here. "

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>>5751544
You decide to engage Mr. Grady in conversation, hoping to learn more about Eldridge and its peculiar atmosphere. "Can you tell me a little about Eldridge?" you inquire, your tone polite yet filled with genuine curiosity. "I'm new here."

Mr. Grady's eyes seem to shimmer with a depth of knowledge as he regards you. His voice carries a hint of mystery as he begins to speak. "Eldridge is a town with a history, dearie. One that runs deeper than the mines that used to thrive here. We're a close-knit community, bound by secrets, some of which have been buried for generations."

He pauses, as if considering his words carefully before continuing, "People come and go, you see, but the heart of Eldridge remains. We have our stories, our traditions, and our... peculiarities." His gaze seems to linger on you, as if he senses something beyond your words.

You press further, your curiosity growing. "Peculiarities? Can you tell me more?"

Mr. Grady's lips curl into a cryptic smile. "Ah, my dear, some things are better discovered on your own. But I'll offer you this morsel of wisdom – tread carefully in these parts. Not all that glitters is gold, and not all that's hidden should be revealed."

You nod, understanding that Mr. Grady's words hold deeper meaning. Just as you're about to ask more, a customer enters the store, and the conversation takes a pause.

>>5751790
Check out what's on the store

>>5751816
+1

>>5751816
As you wait for the customer to make their purchase, you decide to take a look around the gas station to see what it has to offer. The small convenience store is filled with various items, some of which catch your eye:

Antique Goods: On one shelf, you spot a collection of antique items – dusty trinkets, tarnished jewelry, and faded photographs. They seem to hint at a history that goes beyond the store's shelves.

Canned Goods: The shelves are lined with an assortment of canned foods, some of which seem to have labels from decades past. It's as if time has forgotten this corner of Eldridge.

Local Crafts: A display near the counter showcases handmade crafts from local artisans – knitted scarves, intricately carved wooden figurines, and paintings that capture the beauty of the surrounding landscape.

Books and Magazines: A small rack holds a selection of books and magazines, most of which appear to be quite old. Titles range from mysteries to local history, providing a glimpse into the town's past.

Snacks and Sweets: The counter is adorned with an array of snacks and sweets, from candy bars with retro packaging to a variety of chips that seem to have traveled through time.

As you peruse the items, you can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia that seems to permeate the store. However, your brief exploration comes to a halt when you realize that you have no money on you, a fact that becomes painfully clear as you reach for your nonexistent wallet.

You can't help but chuckle to yourself at the absurdity of the situation – here you are, in a mysterious gas station, surrounded by intriguing items, and yet you're as penniless as a tumbleweed blowing through a ghost town.

>>5752116
Thank Mr Grady and go home

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>>5752198
You decide it's time to thank Mr. Grady for the conversation and head back home. You give him a polite nod and say, "Thank you for the chat, Mr. Grady. I'll be on my way now."

As you turn to leave, you can't help but notice that the customer who had entered earlier is still standing in the middle of the empty parking area. It's an odd sight, and you wonder if something is amiss. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you take a step closer to get a better look.

Just then, Smiley exits your shadow, its form seeming to shift as it becomes more defensive. The shadowy figure glares at the stranger, its bright eyes locking onto them with an intensity that sends a chill down your spine.

The stranger before you lowers their orange hood, revealing a face that is stoic and pale. But what truly catches your attention are their eyes – entirely pitch-black, devoid of any discernible iris or white. It's an unsettling sight, and you can't help but feel that something is deeply wrong (apart from his weird "wish I were in one of my animes" haircut).

The blonde teenager's voice carries an eerie monotone as they speak, their words laced with an unnatural quality. "You should not have come here," they say, their black eyes seeming to pierce through your very soul.

>>5752282
Welp it's time to go

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>>5752288
You attempt to make a swift exit, unnerved by the stranger's unsettling presence, but before you can take another step, they grip your shoulder with supernatural speed. It's a chillingly firm hold, one that communicates that you have little choice but to hear them out.

Resigned, you turn your attention to the stranger as they begin to speak, their voice carrying an otherworldly weight. "You are an insect," they say, their words slow and deliberate. "Trifling in matters that you do not understand the gravity of."

Your heart quickens as you listen to their eerie proclamation. It becomes clear that this encounter is far from ordinary, and you're drawn into the stranger's unsettling narrative.

They continue, "You have bonded with the kinless," and their gaze shifts to Smiley, who seems to shimmer with a mix of apprehension and defiance. "A connection that binds you to forces beyond your comprehension. You can never go back to the same blissful ignorance that the rest of the residents are allowed to live in."

The weight of their words hangs in the air, and you realize that you've stumbled into a web of mysteries that run deeper than you could have ever imagined. As the stranger's grip on your shoulder lingers, you must decide how to navigate this newfound knowledge and the chilling presence that now stands before you.

>>5752629
Fuck off loony kid

>>5752667
Your patience worn thin and your fear overridden by frustration, you can't take any more of the stranger's cryptic warnings. You respond with a terse, "Fuck off, loony kid."

With a sudden burst of resolve, you raise your hand and slap the stranger just as Smiley begins to react. Time seems to stand still for a moment, and you watch in astonishment as a dark mist, like a malevolent entity, visibly expels itself from the teenager's body, dissipating into the wind.

The boy, now freed from whatever had possessed him, blinks in confusion as he looks around, disoriented. He gingerly touches his face, seeming to take notice of the pins and needles left behind by your hand. His eyes meet yours briefly, but he says nothing.

As you open your mouth to ask if he's alright, the teenager turns and without a word, he bolts away, disappearing into the shadows of Eldridge. The encounter leaves you with more questions than answers, and the unsettling mysteries of the town continue to deepen.

With the strange incident behind you, you make your way back home, your heart still pounding from the encounter.

>>5752719
Ask mom how her day has gone

>>5752733
As you return home after the unsettling encounter, you find yourself waiting for your mother to return, eager to hear how her day has gone. However, you notice that her car is not in the driveway, indicating that she has yet to return.

Part of you is relieved by this, as you're certain she wouldn't want to see you in your current state – still reeling from the strange encounter with the possessed teenager.

Smiley, sensing your somber mood, attempts to cheer you up in its own enigmatic way. Its form dances playfully around the room, casting whimsical shadows that almost make you smile.

But then, as you reach into your pocket to retrieve the TARNISHED BELL, you realize it's missing. Panic surges through you as you search your pockets again, but it's nowhere to be found.

You can't help but speculate on whether the boy from earlier took it, and if so, what his motives might have been.

>>5753102
Search the house first.

>>5753116
+1

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>>5753116
You decide to start your search for the missing TARNISHED BELL within your own home. You methodically go through each room, checking under cushions, behind furniture, and in drawers. However, despite your thorough efforts, the bell remains elusive.

As you move through the rooms, you come across something unexpected – a small toolkit tucked away in a closet. It's filled with a variety of tools, including a wrench. You're certain your mother won't think twice about it being missing, and it could potentially serve as a useful weapon or tool in the future.

While you're disappointed not to find the bell, the discovery of the STURDY WRENCH provides a small sense of reassurance. It's a reminder that you might need to prepare for whatever else Eldridge throws your way.

>>5753157
Put it in your pocket and head into the gas station and continue your search.

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>>5753159
With the STURDY WRENCH now safely in your INVENTORY, you head back to the gas station, determined to continue your search for the missing TARNISHED BELL. As you enter, Mr. Grady greets you with a nod.

"Back so soon?" he asks, his tone a curious blend of warmth and curiosity.

You take a moment to inquire if he found anything that you may have dropped during your earlier visit, but Mr. Grady seems unaware of any missing item. He shakes his head slowly, his wrinkled face showing no sign of recognition.

Undeterred, you decide to ask about the boy who was here when you were earlier. "Do you know anything about him?" you inquire.

Mr. Grady's expression shifts, his eyes taking on a distant look. "Ah, you must be talking about Noah," he replies, his voice carrying a hint of somberness. "He and his parents, they live not far from here, near the abandoned mine."

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of the mine, and you realize that Eldridge's secrets are drawing you deeper, no matter how much you try to resist.

>>5753164
Did you see a bell anywhere?

>>5753164
What's up with the mine?

>>5753267
You can't help but be drawn to the mysterious aura surrounding the abandoned mine, so you decide to ask Mr. Grady about it. "What's up with the mine?" you inquire.

Mr. Grady's eyes seem to hold a depth of knowledge, and he sighs softly before responding, "The mine... it hasn't been worked in since I was a young boy, and that's quite a long time ago." His words are tinged with a hint of nostalgia and sadness.

Just as you're about to press for more information, Smiley begins to tug at you by your own shadow. The sensation is difficult to describe – a subtle, ethereal pull that draws your attention. You glance out the window and notice a few cars pulling in at the gas pumps, their presence bringing an end to your conversation with Mr. Grady for now.

With a nod of understanding, you and Mr. Grady share your farewells once more, leaving the mysteries of the mine and Eldridge's secrets to simmer in the back of your mind.

>>5753908
Head to the mine and check for the Black eyed kids house.

>>5753908
Go back home

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>>5754015
You make your way towards the abandoned mine, the day's sun casting long shadows over the quiet town of Eldridge. Your determination to uncover more about Noah and the enigmatic secrets of this place drives you forward.

As you approach the area, your eyes catch a figure in the front yard of a nearby house. It's Noah, perched atop an overturned planter, his presence no longer marked by the ominous pitch-black eyes you witnessed during your previous encounter. Instead, his gaze meets yours with a startling clarity – his eyes are a piercing shade of blue that seems to hold a depth of understanding.

With a casual and almost expectant air, Noah idly tosses the TARNISHED BELL in his hand, as if he knew you would come looking for him. His demeanor remains stoic, far beyond his years, and he regards you with a calm intensity that adds to the strangeness of the situation.

Without any preamble, Noah breaks the silence with a question that cuts straight to the heart of your shared experience. "Have you heard the whispers at night too?"

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of the whispers, the very same eerie murmurs that have haunted your dreams and the quiet hours of darkness in Eldridge. The connection between you and Noah seems to deepen, and you realize that he may hold the answers to some of the town's most elusive mysteries.

>>5754129
Maybe. How did you take the bell from me?

>>5754129
Were you possessed?

>>5754165

"Maybe," you respond cautiously, "but how did you take the bell from me?"

For the first time, Noah's stoic expression shifts into a smirk, a glint of mischief in his clear blue eyes. "We all have our secrets," he says cryptically as he tosses the TARNISHED BELL back to you.

You catch the bell and follow Noah as he heads off towards the abandoned mine. He explains that he doesn't remember much about what happened at the gas station, and that before that, he had ventured deeper into the mines than he ever had before.

As you both enter the mine, you're struck by the realization that the tunnels have shifted since your first visit. The once-familiar passageways are now unrecognizable, their layouts altered beyond recognition. Before you lie three distinct paths, each shrouded in darkness and mystery:

>A tight, winding tunnel that seems to beckon with an eerie glow from deeper within. The air is frigid, and the walls are adorned with shimmering crystals that cast eerie reflections on the ground.

>A steep descent into the earth, a rocky staircase leading to an unknown abyss. The walls seem to pulse with a dark energy, and faint whispers echo from below.

>An expansive chamber adorned with intricate carvings and symbols. The walls are covered in strange, luminescent moss that bathes the space in an otherworldly light.

With Noah at your side, you're faced with a choice that could lead you further into the heart of Eldridge's mysteries. Which path will you choose?

>>5755243
>>An expansive chamber adorned with intricate carvings and symbols. The walls are covered in strange, luminescent moss that bathes the space in an otherworldly light.

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>5755243

>>5755243
>A steep descent into the earth, a rocky staircase leading to an unknown abyss. The walls seem to pulse with a dark energy, and faint whispers echo from below.

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>>5755309
>>5755391

You decide to venture into The Forgotten Gallery, drawn by the allure of the intricate carvings and the eerie luminescent moss that bathes the chamber in an otherworldly light. Noah follows closely behind, and Smiley, while initially hesitant, eventually gingerly passes over the moss-covered floor.

As you delve deeper into the gallery, the walls come alive with strange symbols and depictions that seem to tell a tale of the mine's history. It's a history filled with mysteries and enigmatic figures that seem to dance in the dimly lit carvings.

But as you progress further, the very substance that covers the walls begins to take on a sinister life of its own. The luminescent moss seems to pulse and writhe, like a living entity, as if it's responding to your presence.

Deeper within the gallery, you and your companions are confronted by a sight that chills you to the core. Emerging from the very moss that covers the walls is a massive, shambling creature. It appears to be composed entirely of the luminescent substance, its form ever-shifting and amorphous.

With a guttural roar that shakes the walls of the chamber, the creature advances towards you, blocking your path. Panicking, you glance back the way you came, only to find that the entrance has caved in, sealing off any escape route.

The only way forward is past this nightmarish entity. With your heart pounding and your companions at your side, you must now confront this luminescent monstrosity and find a way to navigate through the heart of the mine.

"Hope you're good in a scrap," Noah says, retrieving a small knife from his hoodie pocket.

Smiley's form shifts radically in the presence of this newfound foe, ghoulish black claws seeming to tear themselves outward from the surface it rests upon.

You ready your STURDY WRENCH.

>Roll 1d100
>Three highest will be used.

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>5756512
Watch THIS

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>5756512

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>5756512

Rolled 88 (1d100)

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>>5756514
>>5756527
>>5756613

As the luminescent moss creature lunges forward, tendrils of its strange matter stretching out menacingly, the battle begins in earnest. Your heart races as you swing your STURDY WRENCH with determination, landing a solid blow against the creature's shifting form. Your strike, combined with Noah's nimble knife work, manages to fend off the initial assault.

Noah, with your assistance, narrowly avoids what could have been a lethal injury. The creature's tendrils lash out wildly, but your coordinated efforts keep both of you relatively unscathed.

Meanwhile, Smiley proves to be an unexpected but invaluable asset in combat. Its ghoulish black claws rip through the moss monster with an eerie grace, tearing it apart with ruthless efficiency. Each slash leaves the creature reeling, and its luminescent matter begins to ooze and quiver in response to the relentless onslaught.

After what feels like an eternity of battling the creature, its final death throes come in the form of an otherworldly wail that vibrates through the chamber. The luminescent tendrils thrash about wildly, then slowly retract and dissipate into the moss-covered walls, leaving behind a trail of fading light.

Breathing heavily and covered in the residue of the creature's eerie matter, you and Noah exchange relieved glances. It's a close and harrowing victory, but one that you've achieved together.

>>5757705
Scavenge for anything left behind

>>5757705
Search your surroundings.

>>5757747
>>5757780
+1

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>>5757747
>>5757780
Scavenging carefully through the remnants of the battle, you discover a hidden nook in the chamber's moss-covered walls. Tucked away within is a musty old journal. Its pages are brittle and yellowed with age, and the leather cover creaks as you open it. A date written at the top of the first page catches your eye: "Juil. 30, 1898."

To your surprise, the journal is written entirely in French, a language you're not familiar with. The elegant script fills page after page, and the entries seem to chronicle the experiences of an individual who may have explored these very tunnels over a century ago.

Noah, seemingly impatient to move forward, urges you to keep going. You carefully slip the old journal into your pocket, knowing that someone in town might be able to help you translate its contents at a later time.

As you move deeper into the mine, the next chamber you enter holds a sight that leaves you all in a state of awe and intrigue. At its center stands an ornate stone fountain, ancient and weathered but still exuding an air of grandeur.

Floating in the fountain is a small, ethereal being, no more than a foot tall. It has vibrantly patterned, insect-like wings that gently flutter even in its slumber. The creature appears to be in a peaceful, dreamlike repose, completely unaffected by the environment around it.

Across from the fountain is a massive stone doorway, sealed shut by mechanisms that seem as ancient as the mine itself. The dim light from your flashlight reflects off intricate engravings etched into the door's surface, and it becomes evident that the pathway forward lies behind this sealed barrier.

There are no other exits from this chamber, and an unsettling silence seems to hang in the air, as if the very mine is holding its breath in anticipation.

Smiley reacts in an unusual manner. Its form seems to shift with heightened interest, and it hovers over the stone door, inspecting the engravings intently. A sense of urgency emanates from this creature, as if it senses the significance of what lies before you.

Noah, while still retaining his stoic demeanor, can't help but murmur, "This... this place is unlike anything I've ever seen."

The puzzle lies before you, a mechanical conundrum that promises to unlock the secrets hidden beyond the sealed doorway.

As you examine the puzzle closely, you realize that it's interactive, designed for those who dare to explore this place. Your flashlight's beam highlights a set of enigmatic symbols etched into both the door and the pressure plates before it.

The air in the chamber seems charged with anticipation, and the soft hum of Smiley's presence underscores the surreal nature of the situation. You stand at the precipice of discovery, ready to unravel the mysteries that lie within the mine.

>>5758613
Place the tiles on the door

>>5758653
Those are pressure plates.
>>5758613
Step on the plates in order, Middle, right and then left.

>>5758674
+1

>>5758613
If above doesn't work, have everyone step on the plates at the same time

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>>5758674
With a keen eye and a bit of experimentation, you manage to decipher the puzzle's enigmatic symbols and step on the pressure plates in the correct sequence. There's a moment of tension as the mechanisms whir and click, but then the colossal stone door slowly creaks open, revealing a hidden chamber beyond.

Before you lies an intricate staircase that seems utterly out of place in this subterranean world. Its steps are ornate and well-preserved, unlike the rough-hewn tunnels you've traversed so far. It's as if this staircase is a bridge between two distinct eras, an enigma within an enigma.

As you ponder your next move, your attention is drawn back to the fountain. The small, ethereal being that had been slumbering within the waters now stirs. Its vibrant, insect-like wings unfurl, and it hovers in the air, regarding you with curious, multifaceted eyes.

With a musical voice that resonates like a tinkling of bells, the creature addresses you, "Greetings, travelers. I am Nyx, guardian of this place. You have unlocked the path forward, but it is not without peril. Should you wish, I can teleport you back to the mine's entrance to ensure your safety."

Nyx's offer hangs in the air, and the choice is yours to make. The intricate staircase beckons, and the mysteries of the mine's depths await your exploration.

>>5760159
Accept her offer. Ask her what lies beyond.

>>5760159
Let's return first and prepare

>>5760163
Support

With Nyx's offer to teleport you back to the mine's entrance in mind, you can't help but harbor a lingering curiosity about what lies deeper within these enigmatic tunnels.

You start, "Nyx, we're grateful for your willingness to help us leave the mine, but before we go, could you tell us what lies further beyond this point?"

Nyx's wings shimmer with a soft, thoughtful hum as they respond, "Beyond this chamber lies a realm even more mysterious, a place where the threads of reality grow thin, and the line between the known and the unknown blurs. It is a place few mortals have ventured, for the secrets it holds are both wondrous and perilous."

Noah chimes in, his curiosity piqued, "Can you give us a hint, something to prepare us for what we might encounter?"

Nyx's eyes gleam with ancient wisdom as they reply, "In the deeper reaches of this mine, you may encounter entities born of both light and shadow, beings that dance on the boundary between dream and reality. You may find answers but be prepared to confront truths that may challenge your very understanding of the world."

You and Noah exchange a glance, acknowledging the gravity of Nyx's words. You then turn back to Nyx and nod. "Thank you for the insight," you say, "but for now, we'll take your offer to return to the entrance. We may return to explore further when we're better prepared."

Nyx's wings flutter gracefully, and with a gentle smile, they prepare to teleport you and Noah back to the mine's entrance.

The day comes to a close as you and Noah make your way out of the mine, guided by Nyx's teleportation magic. You promise to meet up again the next day, your bond strengthened by through your shared experiences.

Walking Noah back to his home, you bid him goodnight, and he disappears into the relative safety of his house. You turn to leave but hear what sounds to be his father cursing at him for returning home so late. Perhaps it's none of your business, but you get an idea as to why Mr. Grady was so somber when speaking of him.

As you return to your own home, you find your mother peacefully asleep on the couch, the soft glow of a cheesy romantic comedy providing the only light in the living room. You smile at her contented form, silently thankful that she remains blissfully unaware of the strange events that have unfolded.

With a quiet sigh, you decide to head upstairs to your room, reheated dinner in hand, seeking the comfort of your own bed. As you curl up under the blankets and take your first bites, the events of the day whirl through your mind.

With thoughts of tomorrow's adventures and the secrets yet to be uncovered, you drift off to sleep quickly. Smiley gives a brief smile before retaking the position next to the bathroom door that you first noticed him in, even in rest appearing to be your shadowy protector.

Your bond with Smiley has grown! You are now able to understand his gibberish to some extent.

>To be continued on September 16th

((Sorry for the lack of image, I've been typing this up slowly as I've gotten a bit busy. Feel free to leave any suggestions for things you'd like to see in this quest when I pick it back up in a few days. I want most of all for you guys to enjoy yourselves as you follow along.))

>>5761640
No problem. Thanks for the great quest!

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You are rudely awoken from your well-deserved rest, drool still fresh on your chin as you force yourself upright at the sound of your bedroom window shattering. In your dazed state you scramble to your feet, looking down after rubbing the sleep from your eyes hurriedly to find a stone amidst the shards and dust of glass.

You cautiously use your bedsheet to push aside enough of the glass to peer through your window. Down in your yard is Noah, the immediate regret of his actions yet to subside, along with his face's contortion of pained cringe.

"S-sorry! I'm sorry!" He manages, backing up into the street. He worriedly looks both ways before back up to your window, "Misjudged the rock, I guess, I-I-I just wanted to get your attention!"

You look to your clock for the time. Luckily you slept in, so your mother is probably out. Still, this whole situation has become a headache incredibly quickly.

Smiley looks at the glass and bedsheet curiously before looking up to you. There's a slight inspiration apparent in his eyes as he mumbles his gibberish.

No... No, it's not quite gibberish anymore. You can make something out of its odd language.

"No." "Mess." "Clean."

The shadow chuckles before making a slithering movement overtop of the bedsheet. Its form expands, face disappearing momentarily, as it seemingly possesses the fabric. In an instant the glass is bundled within the sheet as if it were a makeshift bag, and after removing themself from their host Smiley ties its top neatly with a pair of small, black claws.

Helpful, for sure, but it only serves to force your attention on the main issue. You're without a bedroom window, and the cold seeps in quickly. What to do?

>>5765074
Find something to cover it up for now, like cardboard or a sheet. Tell Noah to come in.

>>5765074
Cover it up

>>5765088
Support

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>>5765088
You call out to Noah from the window, "Come on inside." He seems slightly relieved, heading toward your front door and out of view. You head downstairs and retrieve an empty cardboard box from your move along with a roll of duct tape. Noah lets himself inside, watching sheepishly from the entranceway as you tear apart the container into separate slabs.

You nod from Noah toward the couch and he takes a seat before you head back upstairs. Smiley awaits, ever watchful as you begin to tape the cardboard over the broken window. It isn't an ideal fix, but at least the cold air doesn't seem to be getting through.

You stop to take a breath. Your mother may not be privy to the supernatural goings on about Eldridge, but she'll definitely say something about this. You can only imagine her outrage. Hardly moved in for three days now and already something that needs to be repaired.

With a heavy sigh you wave to Smiley to follow you before sluggishly moving down the stairs. You flop yourself onto the couch next to Noah.

"Sorry again," he scoots himself away from you anxiously, "I was just excited. You're the first person that actually seems to know about the stuff that goes on around town besides me." He stands, wiping his hands across his pant legs before placing them within his hoodie's front pocket, "You still want to get to the bottom of all this together, right?"

Smiley looks from Noah and back to you expectantly but remains silent.

>>5766100
What is going on Noah? Do you know the history of this town?

>>5766100
Yes, but how am I going the explain the window?

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"What is going on Noah?" You look up at him from your slump, "Do you know the history of this town?"

The boy raises an eyebrow, "History? This place doesn't hold onto much for very long, the only ones who look past more than their noses are old man Grady and Ms. Edith at the library." He shakes his head, "Not that they're any help though, it's like anybody who actually knows anything has their mouth held shut by whatever's in the mines."

"Great," you groan, "So it's just us then."

"Seems that way."

"And how am I going to explain the window to my mom?"

Noah pauses, looking to his feet, nervous. You're about to get up yourself when inspiration strikes him, however, "I got it!" He hits his open palm with a closed fist, "That bell and journal you found? Mr. Grady loves getting his hands on stuff like that. He'd probably pay you for them. It wouldn't be much, but it's a start. In the meantime, I'll take the blame. Not the first lump I'd take from my dad if it gets back to him anyway."

You'll have to think on that. While the things you've brought back with you from the mines could show some use given enough time and effort, making a quick buck off them might not be so bad either. Still, the choice is yours on how you should move forward.

>>5767077
"Good idea, but I still want to know how you got possessed when we first met and how often that happens."

>>5767153
This.

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>>5767153
Noah looks at you, confusion apparent, "I told you yesterday, didn't I? Whatever took control of me came from the mine. I went deeper in than I ever had before. Whatever it was let go of me after you slapped me. That was the first time anything like that ever happened, and hopefully the last."

You sort of remember him mentioning something like that on your way to the mine, but it must have slipped your mind. Understandable after the events that followed.

"So, we off to the gas station then? Or was there anything you wanted to do first?" Noah asks as you stand. Smiley floats around the two of you, seemingly excited to leave the house again.

>>5767193
Let me grab a flashlight first.

>>5767197
+1

>>5767193
>>5767197
+1 to this

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>>5767197
"Alright, I'll wait for you outside."

You head upstairs and retrieve your Flashlight, along with the rest of your accumulated inventory thus far. There's still a fair bit of day left, but it's always good to be prepared.

You and Noah make your way across the street to the gas station, Smiley jumping between your shadows playfully along the way. As you make it to the door, however, you notice Mr. Grady already locked in conversation with someone you haven't seen before. Gauging Noah's reaction, you can only guess that this well-dressed individual isn't a local, because the young teen seems just as curious as you are about this man.

You step inside, only making out the end of their conversation through the door's bell, "-be sure to keep in touch if anything," he turns as you enter, his eyes falling upon the two of you with slight suspicion, "comes up."

The man grabs the bottle of water you assume he purchased before quickly taking his leave without a second glance. You get the feeling that the stranger keeps to a tight schedule.

Mr. Grady shakes away his solemn expression as his attention turns to you and Noah, his thin lips curling into a shaky grin, "And the world keeps turning. How are we doing today?"

"Who was that guy?" Noah asks, taking another look outside through the storefront windows as the stranger leaves in a black Impala.

"Something you hopefully won't have to deal with for a while yet," Mr. Grady gives a wink, "Auditors."

You raise an eyebrow, unsure if you should believe that claim or not. Regardless, you are here on business of your own. You show Mr. Grady the objects you retrieved from the mines, curious of what he will offer for them.

Tarnished Bell: $4
Old Journal: $12

Noah was right when he said it wouldn't be much, but it's admittedly a better start than the empty wallet you carry with you. Still, the choice is yours as to whether you'll part with your precious loot.

>>5767776
Sell them both i guess.

>>5767776
Ask if we can pawn the stuff

>>5767927
Support

>>5767927
"Pleasure doing business with you." Mr. Grady smiles as he opens his register and passes along the promised $16, "If you come across anything else in the mines, I'll gladly take it off your hands, heh heh."

Putting the cash in your wallet, you sigh before smiling up at Mr. Grady with a quick, "Thank you," before exiting the store.

"I'm sure I can find a way to make a bit more cash around town." Noah says, as the two of you walk across the parking lot, "Or we might run into something more valuable in the mines. What do you want to do?"

>Go job searching with Noah.
>Go back to the mines with Noah.
>Split up to cover more ground.
>Write in.

>>5769913
Go job searching with Noah.

>>5769913
>>Go job searching with Noah.
No money no equipment

>>5769913
>Go job searching with Noah.

>>5769913
>>Go job searching with Noah.

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"I think it might be best if we look for jobs in town together." You reply, making your way across the street and around your home, heading into the town proper. Most of the places where you could think to find opportunities for work are within walking distance, thankfully.

"Alright, where to first? I was thinking the junkyard or maybe the library." Noah shrugs, "Up to you though."

>>5770917
Library

>>5770917
>Library

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The quaint, aging library of Eldridge welcomed you and Noah as you stepped inside, its wooden shelves bearing the weight of countless volumes. The soft scent of old paper and the hushed whispers of patrons created an atmosphere of quiet reverence.

At the front desk, Ms. Edith, the librarian, sat behind a cluttered workspace, sorting through a stack of returned books. Her spectacles perched at the tip of her nose, she peered over them to greet you both with a warm smile.

"Ah, welcome," Ms. Edith said in her gentle, crackling voice. "What brings you two here today?"

The two of you exchange glances before Noah spoke up, "Well, Ms. Edith, we were wondering if there might be some work we could do around here. We're trying to earn a little extra money to fix a broken window."

Ms. Edith's eyes twinkled with kindness as she listened. "Oh, I see. Well, it just so happens that we have a small job that needs tending to. Some books on the top shelf in the history section have been gathering dust and need a good cleaning. Would the two of you be interested in taking care of that for us? I could offer you $40 for the task."

You exchanged another look, gratitude filling your eyes. The prospect of earning some money to repair your window felt like a blessing. "We'd be happy to help," you replied.

Smiley, ever-present yet unnoticed by everyone around, floated about the library with an air of curiosity, its ghostly form making only the slightest ripple in the tranquil atmosphere.

>Roll 1d100
>Three highest will be used.

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>5771714

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>>5771887
>>5772065
>>5772232

Well, you blew it. Three damaged books in, Noah gives you a look like maybe the two of you should just give up. Smiley giggles as he watches the two of you try to bundle up the strewn pages that separated from the bindings of the history books you were tasked with cleaning.

"It's not funny!" Noah flares up, and you give a disappointed sigh. There's no way you'll get paid anything for this, if anything you're going to end up owing money!

Your shadowy friend slumps, realizing the seriousness of the situation. But at once he seems at ease, joyous even. Smiley hops about, his form gliding across the surrounding bookshelves.

"What are you even doing?!" Noah, fed up with the creature's antics, forces himself up angrily. You stop him with a palm to his chest, however, as you notice the strewn pages begin to rise from the floor and table.

"I think Smiley is trying to help." You present your defense, and the two of you watch in awe as a flurry of paper coalesces in midair before you. One by one each page is placed back in its proper space, seeming to rebind itself as if by some strange magic.

In the end, there is not left of the mess but a pile of neatly bound and newly cleaned books, along with Smiley's laughing form along the table's surface. The little guy floats up and over to the book space next to you and chirps happily.

"Did." "Good."

You grin, "Yeah, little guy, you did good."

After all is said and done, you and Noah walk out the front doors of the library a little bit richer thanks to Smiley's help. $56 rests in your wallet. You take a seat on the stairs leading up to the entranceway, taking in the evening glow; a moment of peace amidst the chaos that has been your life as of late.

"Think you're ready to talk to your mom about the window?" Noah squats next to you, retrieving a lollipop from his front pocket and tearing its wrapper from it in one quick motion. He shoves the sucker into his mouth, cornering it within his cheek greedily, "I've got to head back home soon."

>>5772509
Okay, see you tomorrow

>>5772509
I'm sure mum will be happy to know my new friend broke my window.

>>5772895
Support

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