Serving him the coffee, I start washing the pot. Curious I ask, “If the monsters took over, how is it that you get water and electricity?” Wilbur and I also enjoyed electricity, but it only worked when Wilbur charged the lightning rune and water runes in his dungeon. Chuckling he stares at me, “First tell me why you’re not drinking any coffee. Didn’t you say you would have some?” Tilting my head in confusion, I say, “Yea, I did, but you can’t really expect me to drink something so strong? I might die from how sweet that is.” Even Wilbur didn’t drink coffee that smelled that strong. Just from taking a whiff, I became dizzy.
Widening his eyes in comprehension, he stirs his coffee. Smelling it, he smiles, “You know, only my wife used to make coffee that smells this good. If you want, I can let you stay with me if you can keep making this kind of coffee.” Shyly setting the water to boil, I say, “that’s very nice of you sir, but I have someone waiting for me.” Sighing, the targets stirs his coffee much slower. I hope I didn’t make a mistake with his coffee. I can’t be held responsible for his sketchy sugar! Nervously waiting for him to taste his coffee, I ask, “Do you have any less sweet sugar mister?” Gesturing back to the barrel of the brown powder, he says, “Just look in the drawing in the other room. I’m pretty sure I have some substitute.”
Following his directions, I find a jar of sugar just sitting on a counter. I guess this is the substitute. Checking the drawer, just to be sure. I find several small packets with the brand “Not Sugar” written on them. Shutting the drawer I walk back with the jar of sugar. Why would I use something that isn’t sugar?
Putting in about two spoons of sugar, I stir my coffee. Letting it boil for a bit longer, I turn around to find the target watching me. Feeling something is wrong, I ask, “Why aren’t you drinking your coffee? It’ll get cold!” Smiling sadly, he says, ”Sorry, just lost in my memories. If I could, I would just keep you here with me forever. Just like my wife.” Nervously laughing, I say, “Too bad you can’t, right? You don’t seem like a bad guy.” Pouring my coffee in my cup, I sit across from him. Bringing my mouth to the cup of coffee, I watch him smile at me. Nodding my head at his coffee I remind him that it’s getting cold. Feeling a chill crawl down my spine, I try drinking my coffee. Taking a small sip, I immediately recoil. Putting the cup down, I start breathing harder while tearing up.
The coffee! It’s too hot! Laughing, the target says, “You’re so impatient, just like her. Take your time, blow across the surface like this and cool it down.” Glaring at him, I watch as he blows on his coffee exaggeratedly. Watching him take a sip, I lean closer on the edge of my seat. Gulping it down, he smiles. Much more relaxed, I copy him and take another sip. Finding the taste to be bitter, I scrunch my face up. Suddenly noticing the target pointing his gun at me, I freeze. His eyes grow bloodshot as he yells, “Get in the other room! Hurry up! I made a mistake once, never again will I let such a pretty lassie get away.”
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Tearing up again, I follow his orders. Moving into the other room, I watch as he pulls open a trapdoor with one hand still pointing his gun at me. Gesturing with his gun, he pushes me down into the hole. Stumbling down the stairs in the dark, I walk down several flights. Wilbur always said to wait for the opportune moment. I always seemed to act before or after the opportune moment according to him, but I did get a passing score from him eventually. He did say something along the lines of unpredictable and defying common sense, but I couldn’t understand what he was talking about. Waiting for him to follow me down, I squint as the lights flicker on. Watching him come down slowly while waving the gun at me, I slowly back up.
Looking around, I only find a large sized cage in the basement. Frowning, I walk closer to the cage. Watching him come down the steps, I find him already clutching his stomach. Smiling, I realize that all I have to do is wait for him to reach the bottom. He’s not as healthy as he makes it look. Moving behind the cage, I watch as he struggles to make it down. Finally standing in front of the cage, he holds his stomach while groaning. Looking up, his bloodshot eyes stare at me. Nervously bending my knees, I get ready to dash away. Just when I thought was going to lunge for me, he bends over and starts vomiting.
Pinching my nose in disgust I slowly creep around the cage. Finding him still clutching his stomach, I back away towards to stairs. I did tell him that inhaling smoke is bad for him. Maybe his lungs are where human stomachs are supposed to be. I’ll have to ask Regius when he rescues me. Spotting his gun as I reached the stairs, I hesitate bore dashing for it. Hastily grabbing the gun, I run up the stairs. Making it to the top, I close the trap door and push the barrel of brown powder on top of it. Leaning against the barrel, Slouch down. Who has that many stairs anyway? Why doesn't every place have an elevator? At least in our home world, I have Regius to carry me places.
Suddenly hearing a knock on the wall, I look up to see Regius. Lifting my arms, I demand him to carry me. I climbed so many steps and ran so much today! I deserve to be carried. Looking at me confused, he asks, “Where’s your rescuer? I saw him just a few minutes ago drinking from that mug. I was at another building, so I couldn’t come quicker.”
Sighing I point at the trap door behind me. Seeing that he didn’t understand, I elaborate, “He tried to put me in a cage but had some problems. I just ran up with his gun.” Pointing the gun lazily at Regius, I toss it to him. Panicking, Regius catches it carefully before saying, “Winowna, never point a gun at someone! It dangerous.” Shrugging, I curiously ask, “Where’s your stomach regius?”