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wifies was ill for a long while.
he didn’t really have anything bad going on with his system. he just felt generally ill; a throbbing headache, constant fatigue, and a nauseating feeling that bubbled up in his chest every time he so much as glanced towards the sea. he thought he had developed thalassophobia for a short while, but as his headaches and fatigue began to ease up, so did his fear of the ocean.
he stayed back at the village. he couldn’t remember what it was called, yet nor did he care. he stayed in some girl’s house, and avoided parameterisation as much as he could. every time he crossed paths with the guy, he kept on bugging wifies about the “precious supplies” he’d left to rot at the bottom of the ocean. wifies could hardly remember that entire escapade now. he could hardly remember what he’d been searching for in the first place.
he often spent his time down by the water, taking off his boots and socks and letting his bare feet soak in the water. he found that it grounded him now, despite just having a gut-churning fear of it. he passed the time by staring at his own reflection rippling in the water, wondering how fate had got him here.
”hey,” a voice suddenly piped up behind him. it was the girl whose house he’d been staying at. she was an odd woman, clothed entirely in heavy gold armour. her crimson plume spilled over one shoulder as she crouched down beside him.
”you’re seeming a bit down. i thought you’d gotten better?”
”mm,” wifies hummed back absently. he only looked up at her for a moment before gazing back down at himself in the water.
”i wanted to ask ya something… what happened to that mate of yours? yknow, the one with the tv for a head? or was it a scuba helmet, with a screen on the inside..? i don’t really remember…”
as the knighted girl carried on in her musings, her voice faded into the background. wifies could feel his ears go numb, and the volume of his thoughts growing loud. what man was she talking about? what guy with a screen for a face? why did the concept seem so familiar to him?
his feet stopped swishing in the water. all of a sudden, wifies rose to his feet, tugging his shoes and socks back on without a word. the knighted girl beside him just stared, a little dumbfounded.
”you going somewhere?”
”im going to find him, that man you were speaking about.”
”…you don’t even remember his name, though.”
”i’m an explorer. i’ve searched for much worse.”