(Y/N)'s Pov:
"No, for the last time, I don't know this figure, can I go out now?" I asked as I clicked the button on the table for the 20th time,
"alright, take your things and go out",
"finally" I got up from my chair and retrieved the remote control of my drone.
The lights suddenly turned on revealing a brown figure looking at me from a window, a little hesitant I left the room and joined the creature:
"You worked here, I remember you, how are you (Y/N)?" the creature asked me smiling and holding out his hand, "what? do we know each other?" he withdrew his hand,
"don't you remember me? come on (Y/N) we met just before Uthman took you out of the way, you passed by me".
"Right Uthman...I swear as soon as I see him again I will-",
"he's already dead, are you sure you're okay?" he put a hand on my shoulder; my breathing got heavier.
"excuse me, I have amnesia and I remember very little, what's your name?",
"You can call me Sheriff, come on I'll take you to the Queen, maybe she can do something for you".
Me, the sheriff and the little bird walked through the "kingdom" while i looked around and tried to bring back memories: Adam Uthman, the mastermind behind this whole thing was my ex, he tried to kill me and now i had a bond of friendship with the creature to which he donated his genome and he probably has information, memories and attitudes similar to the real Uthman...all normal.
"Queen, we have a new inhabitant in the kingdom" the sheriff addressed a big purple kangaroo with a crown sitting on a big throne (what a bad description holy god-),
"is she hostile?" the queen asked,
"no, she worked here years ago, it's ok" the queen looked at me and gave a slight smile, "welcome to the kingdom, I hope you enjoy yourself here" I smiled too,
"thanks your highness".
"you arrived here with an elevator I heard, unfortunately it is damaged but in this floor you will find everything you need to repair it. Sheriff, why don't you help her?",
"of course my queen, (Y/N) and chick, follow me as well".
TIME SKIP
The 3 of us thanks to a train, driven by Kabob, arrived in a small room,
"(Y\N) can you open that door?",
"yes sure" I aimed the drone with the button that immediately opened the door,
"come on let's go in" I said entering the room first: but suddenly the door closed behind me, "what? no (Y/N) wait" the door closed before the sheriff could enter.
"SHERIFF" I was locked there alone in the dark until I heard a voice in front of me,
"hello, I'm a hungry snake, do you have any food?" a purple arm was in the center of the room, I tentatively approached it but before I could touch it it pulled back, revealing a tall creature split in two that started running towards me.
"WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO RUN?! SHERIFF PLEASE OPEN" I started banging my fists against the door which fortunately opened in time:
"Hands off" the sheriff hit him with a lasso and the creature instantly backed away, "that it's the Jester, AKA Bittergiggle",
"first: what a shitty name, second:what did he want?" I asked as I hid behind the sheriff,
"he's banished from the kingdom, he's my sworn enemy" only now that I was standing behind him did I notice the large scar he had on the back of his back; he was taller than me but definitely shorter than Banban but more muscular than him, well at least in his normal form.
"Let's go find the part and go back to the elevator, it shouldn't be too far," the sheriff said as the door closed on us.
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HELLOOOOO I'M BACK!
I missed writing, I should have continued the story of Nightmare but this summer I'm studying French so I hardly have time. Anyway, here is chapter 20, hope you like it.
PS: little secret, if you go to Steam and search for "Garten of banban 5" you will find that the game exists and will be released soon ;)
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