RGB traveled with Hero through the bustling market, feeling the wind of the quick people who passed by, and hearing the immense noises of marketers.

“ Get your souls here! “

“ Don’t listen to him! His souls are expired! Mine were just harvested! “

And so on.

Meanwhile, you were hanging out in a quiet corner that only a few know about.

And as RGB arrived, it seemed he knew about it as well.

You look up, seeing the familiar tv-headed man and smiling.

“ Why, hello dear. Long time no see! “

It was hard to read if he was happy to see you, or if he missed you, or more- but a little one caught your eye.

Hero held onto his cane, the little girl’s short, spiky hair not moving due to less of a breeze in this area of the black market.

RGB, seeing to notice your stare, spoke up.

“ Ah, yes, this is our hero. She is the one to save our world. “

Haha, very funny.

This was RGB’s thing. He found these “heros” to save the world of make believe, yet in the end they always seem to fail or go on their own way, and he kept getting new ones.

And you- were one of them. The journey shaped you to who you are now, and you enjoyed your new life alone.

You didn’t know how to feel when you saw him and his new hero.

Hate? Loathing? Envy? Fear? Sadness? Maybe you.. missed him and were happy to see him…?

“ Would you like to accompany us on our journey to Cell’s? I need to trade this lovely.. “

He looked down at the ball of white yarn that was attached to his leg.

“ Repulsive substance. “

He then turned back up to you, a sense of questioning on his smile.