So, I met TwilightJoker today at a local café. Things went alright, aside from…stuff.
It was 10:55, and I was sitting at a table in the corner, looking eagerly at the door. The tables all around me were filled with couples, and the ceiling was plastered with tacky Valentine’s Day decorations. It was pretty much horrible.
After 10 minutes of waiting, the first single person who looked my age walked through the door and looked straight at me. He had black bushy hair and bright green eyes, and looked completely exhausted. He slowly made his way towards my table.
“Hi…” he gasped. “You’re MoreChoice, right? From that site?”
I nodded. “I’m guessing you’re TwilightJoker.”
“Name’s Jay. Jay Trubaino.”
We fell silent for a while. Once he had ordered and finished a glass of water, Jay started to talk again.
“It’s funny, you know. No matter where I am in the world, I’m being followed by your friend Patchwork and that tentacle guy.” He laughed nervously.
“At least you didn’t watch as your friends left you, one way or another.” I said coldly.
Jay sighed. “I’m sorry to hear about everything, man.”
Again, we fell silent.
Eventually, I decided to talk. “You look a bit exhausted. Did you miss the bus or something?”
He shook his head. “I wish. Turns out I was moved again last night.”
“…Again?” I said in confusion. “Does this happen a lot?”
“Yeah… Sometimes I would see the shadow of something in my room. The next thing I knew, I had woken up in a completely different place. The worst move had to be…from a hotel in Florida to the edge of a road near New York. I wish I was joking.”
“Uh…” I was stunned.
“Listen Jay, I’ve got a feeling that things are going to get crazy soon. For now, I would say it’s best if we stick together.”
He nodded. “I can’t leave the UK for a while, anyways. My passport’s disappeared.”
Jay looked at his watch, and then looked back at me. “Crap, I need to go.” He got up and placed £3 on the table. “See you soon.”
He left.
In times like this, strength in numbers is important. I’m not sure why Patchwork would want to go after him, but…I’m guessing we’ll find out eventually.
For now, however, welcome to the group of the damned, Jay Trubaino.