Chapter 17 - Manhattan, New York City, 1899
Warnings: None really? Slight confusion like usually lol
A/N, yes, they do quote Hamilton at the end of this chapter lol, hence the song
Third Person POV
Quills' eyes widened.
"There." Paint grumbled, it's arms crossed. "You won."
Quills looked at the coin in his hand.
A 1899 penny.
Quills' eyes went even wider. Oh my God, this is the penny I've been trying to find.
Quills looked around.
He heard lots of yelling.
"Elmer (Stage), get back here and quit talking bad about yourself or I'll smack you with the wooden spoon!"
"Rematch!"
"Please don't smack me with the spoon!"
"No smacking people with spoons!"
"Skitts, why are you on the top of the cabinets?"
The person- Skitts- rolled their eyes. Their hands were over their ears. "I need peace to draw." They muttered.
The other person chuckled. "That's very Jack (Flames) like." They commented, before walking off.
Quills saw someone in a blue button down and a black vest chasing someone in a light green button down and a brown vest around with a wooden spoon.
"Where am I?" Quills whispered, still looking around with his eyes wide.
The person in front of him's eyes widened. They quickly grabbed his hand. "Race! Jack! Elmer! Skitts! Buttons! Blink! 7-3-6!" They shouted.
They quickly pulled Quills out of the chair he had been sitting in, causing him to stumble a bit.
They started dragging him somewhere.
Quills didn't know how to react to this, so he just let them.
They brought him to a basement place where six other people already were.
Quills watched the person in the blue shirt from earlier smack the person in the green shirt with a wooden spoon.
The person in the green shirt flinched, glaring at them.
Or trying.
Quills was almost positive they were trying to glare, but it wasn't working.
The person who had dragged him to this place let go of his wrist.
Someone else, someone in a white shirt and brown pants, walked over to him. "Hi." They greeted with a smile.
Quills stared at them, blinking a few times. "Hi?"
"I'm Berry, she/her." They- she- Berry- introduced herself. "What's your name?" She asked.
"Quills." Said boy answered slowly.
Berry gestured for him to go on.
"He/they/ze/bug... with a preference on he."
Berry smiled. "Great! That's Stage, she/her." She pointed to the person in the light green flannel.
Stage waved.
"Paint, they/it."
Paint waved.
Quills noted that they were the person who he had 'won' something against and who had dragged him downstairs.
"Flames, they/them."
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