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"JuanaFlippa! I'm Home!" Charlie yelled out into the ash ridden and blown up crater that was once his home. His voice was as enthusiastic as ever.
Despite his voice depicting happiness, it exceedingly betrayed his facial features. His eyes were tired, he had eyebags for his eyebags. His iron Armour was covered in dents, dirt, sand, and failed penetrated poisoned arrows. His once vibrate goop of slime covering parts of his body had turned into a darker less energetic shade of green as they even failed to jiggle as he walked.
Clearly, the death of Tilin has struck a primal and painful cord within him. But despite it all, he believed he made up it and returned home to his daughter, hoping to earn her forgiveness.
"Man Flippa you wouldn't believe what I had to go through in..in uh exile." His tone shifted at the forced word. "I went mining for once, I found diamonds, this really beautiful what was it..an underground forest? And this really....REALLLY mean skeleton fish." He laughed "It did NOT like me at all.".
He said cheerfully as he casually walked in.
"However! I did find some things I'd thought you'd like. Like these weird glowing oranges since your vegan and all I thought they'd be really cool. And these flowers! I know you know you that I know you like flowers so i picked some up! And these amethyst shards." He rambled.
"Girls..girls like crystals right..? Yeah yeah they do, she'll love them anyways." He nervously whispered to the voices in his head.
"But man! Flippa you wouldn’t believe the view I had too! There were these amazing curved mountain-rock thingys that glowed at night! It reflected off the ocean. Since it was too far away from where you are I thought..I thought I took a picture so you can see it and show it to Tilin when she comes back as well." His voice perked with excitement, awaiting to finally show his daughter the things he (dangerously) gathered.
As he climbed up the ladder to JuanaFlippa's surprisingly still in tacked and oddly..quiet..room he felt a sense of uneasy settle in his stomach. Something was wrong.
Something felt...off.
"Hey, Flippa you there?" He nervously asked with a slight chuckle. "You know you aren't usually this quiet when I come home.." His heart began to pound in his chest, he started to slow his movements up the ladder afraid of what he hopes not to be true await him at the top.
"Flippa..c'mon you're not..you're not still mad right..?" His voice became more insecure and scared. "I promise I didn't mean it. I mean thats why I...why I left in the first place. To make things right.." He said towards his daughter, though it sounded more towards himself.
"Ah who am I kidding your probably asleep." He attempted to reassure himself. "I mean its what I did when I was..locked in a cage with my 8 other siblings..Sleep the pain away!" He tried again.
Still not receiving any source of noise, Charlie's heart undertook a faster pace, his eyes becoming slightly wider in fear. His already grief ridden mind being taken into overdrive with anxiety as thoughts of her not being dead and her still being there rushed in.
"Hey Flippa..I'm coming in okay?!" He yelled anxiously before climbing the ladder at a hesitant yet faster face.
Once he reached the top he started at it. Knowing last time his daughter was here she was dead in her bed. His mind filled and filled with unwanted thoughts of her death. Taking deep breaths in and slowly pushing open the trap door, peeking his head through the open gap.
"Flippa..? You in here..?"
There was nobody there. There was nothing there, no Flippa or her bodily possessions.
Nothing except a broken and bloody pair of glasses with wood chips stuck in between the dusty lenses.
Charlie stood there, silently. His fast pacing heart screeching to a stop and breaking into pieces. His eyes welled with tears as he shook his head. Slowly climbed all the way up and stood on the cold and barren wood floor. He stalked towards the pair of glasses that was seated neatly on a well done red covered bed.
Slowly he picked up the glasses as if they were to break with a single twitch of his fidgeting fingers. He kneeled to the floor holding the glasses close to his chest and sobbed weakly saying,
"JuanaFlippa...I'm Home.."