Chapter 3:

Rough Draft 3

Memoir Of A Cigar


Authors' note: these chapters(namely, the first three chapters) are from a "rough draft" of "Memoir Of A Cigar". I regret some of the story choices I made for these first three chapters, therefore I will be marking these first three chapters as "rough draft", however I did not want to delete these chapters altogether. The following chapters will start the actual series.
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Fluoride and I are instantaneously transported to the same bizarre world I had seen before. The voice of God was back, as well as the sudden urge to beg for forgiveness, and just as loud as I had remembered. While Fluoride had kept his composure before, and try as he may to keep it now, it was clear that this was a bit much for even him. After a few minutes spent regaining our composure, or at least some semblance of it, we begin to walk around this strange place. Bookmark here

As Fluoride and I walk down the street, we begin to notice the strange yet oddly familiar buildings. We point out various locations that we often visit in our day-to-day lives, one of which being our favorite little coffee shop, "Victorian Ambience". However, the once quaint and cozy little coffee shop had transformed into some rundown old pub that you would expect to see in a depressing, dark fantasy manga. The door to the coffee shop opened as a couple of shadowy figures came walking out. Naturally, Fluoride and I backed up a bit, not wishing to get too close to the shadow people. We, reluctantly, decided to walk into the coffee shop in an effort to appease our, admittedly, potentially dangerous curiosity.Bookmark here

Heading inside, we are both surprised yet unsurprised to see that the inside matches the outside of the shop. Letting our curiosity further get the better of us, we investigate the building some more. The small, yet bright and shining coffee shop, had now been reduced to a drab, depressing little hut. Where once used to be jars of coffee beans, now rested dusty bottles of alcohol. The shelves behind the counter, which used to hold various memorabilia and collectibles, now sat nearly empty, with nothing except cobwebs and dust to keep them all but vacant. The booths, which used to be made of finely polished wood with little decorations carved into them, were now nothing but rotting, crudely shaped wood. One would feel as if they would collapse onto the ground if they were to sit on them. We walk to the back, to our favorite spot to sit at, and are filled with a profound feeling of dread. Our college memories of studying relentlessly at this spot were quickly being filled with the aforementioned feeling of dread. Not wishing to experience this feeling any longer, we quickly rush back outside.Bookmark here

Being back outside of the coffee shop alleviated the feeling of dread, although failed at completely ridding us of it. We take a few minutes to steady our erratic breathing, and then proceed to further explore this depressing new world we had discovered. Walking down the street some more, we notice various other buildings that looked just as abandoned as the coffee shop. We come to a bus stop and sit down to rest. We try our best to find some understanding of our current situation, but are unable to do so. After a few minutes of rest, I notice that Fluoride's attention has been caught by something down the street. I look in the direction Fluoride is looking, and am caught off guard by a man staring back at me. Not a shadow person, a fully formed human individual, and not just some random individual, the same individual whom I had been focusing on when I used the cigar. After our little 2v1 staring competition continues on for a few minutes, Fluoride and I decide to end said competition and walk away.Bookmark here

 After making some distance, we come to another stop. As we go to sit down again, I notice Fluoride's eyes begin to widen. Scared yet curious, I look behind me, and am met by the individual's face centimeters away from my own. The man then leans in closer and asks in a cold, yet strangely excited, voice, "Who are you?"Bookmark here

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