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Player was exhausted. He had recently fought Cruel King and wanted a break.
They decided to treat themselves with a trip to Turiotopolis, Robloxias most tropical city!! How fun would it be for them to explore the city, browse shops, or even sightseeing?
Little did they know, Turiotopolis was the location of the next S.F.O.T.H sword, the Venomshank.
The soft glow of the morning sun hit Players face, his body sprawled across the hotel bed with drool falling from the side of his mouth and the blanket halfway off his body. He woke with an itch on his face, a fly. What a cheap hotel. They couldn’t complain, it was all they could afford after all. He sat up, rubbing his eyes to get that groggy feeling away.
Exhausted, they got up and shuffled into the small kitchen, appliances squished together and almost no room on the counters for anything. He looked at the medium sized handbag he had placed there the previous night, which took up most of the room on the counter and reached for it, knocking it down and letting out an annoyed groan as he saw the various objects from the bag, now laid out across the floor. They bent down to pick up his belongings and panicked when he saw multiple pill bottles opened and spilling the pills everywhere. Great. That’s so great. His pills were on the floor, mixed.
He salvaged what he could and grabbed an empty bottle, filling it up with the suspicious tap water of the cheap hotel. He grabbed one of each of the three pills and downed them one by one with the help of the water. Their face scrunched up at the feeling of the pills going down their throat but shook the feeling off, they should’ve gotten used to it by now.
After being medicated, he looked in the kitchen… if you could even call it that.. for some food with, unfortunately, no luck. He sighed and got ready, changing into a black tank top and baggy jeans. They finished off the look with silver jewelry such as rings, necklaces, and earrings that looked like cigarettes. He set out for a restaurant, or even just a store, which admittedly would be cheaper, to get some breakfast for themselves. As he walked down the street, passing a few stores, he took note of what each of them were named and what they had in the window.
After walking for about ten-ish minutes, a store caught his eye with the big flashy sign that read “Toffeetopia”..okay.. so it was a candy store. Player couldn’t deny the sweet tooth they had and hung their head low in defeat, they really wanted something sweet. Would they go into this candy store and get candy instead of a meal?
Yes.
Upon entering, the sweet smell hit them instantaneously and looked around to find the place oddly pastel green colored themed. He scouted out for an employee to get assistance from before spotting a sweet looking man with a green polo shirt and circular glasses. Hold on. WAS THAT THE MAYOR?!
He calmed down and walked over to him before speaking. “Uhm.. hello, I’m a vacationer and I don’t know what I’m doing here.. can you help?”
The old man looked at him with a smile before speaking, “Of course! My name is Mayor Thaniyel, me and my son are raising money to give towards a charity and we’re selling candy as our way of gaining income. I’m sure my son won’t have an issue helping you, I need to take care of finances.” He paused before yelling loudly, as sweet as he looked, his voice was kind of intimidating. “BRAD GET IN HERE AND HELP THIS CUSTOMER OR YOURE WORKING FOR ANOTHER WEEK!” It took a moment before a man, slightly taller than player, walked out and sighed, greeting them with the most tired and fed up good morning they have ever heard. He stifled a chuckle and looked up at him, repeating what he said to the mayor.
“L00k, 1 d0n’t r34lly c4r3. Just, wh4t d0 y0u w4nt 4nd 1’ll gr4b 1t.”
Rude much. “Uhm, I’d prefer if you just helped me and not gave me it? I don’t know what I’m doing, I don’t just want candy.”
He sighed and fixed his glasses, square, unlike his dads. He thought about his dad. His dad was the key to getting the Venomshank and that was the only reason he agreed to help his dad with charity, if he got closer to his dad, his dad would pull the sword from the rock. Meaning he had to be nice to customers. “Gr13f3r. my n4m3 1s Gr13f3r, n0t br4d. 4nd f1n3, 1 gu3ss 1 c4n h3lp y0u..”
Player grinned victoriously but he got a neutral expression when Griefer spoke again. "S0, why 4r3 y0u 0n v4c4t10n?"
"Just to get away from something on my shoulders.. I watched a man slowly die because of a sword.. He wouldn't listen when people told him it was killing him and when he tried fighting me, he lost and.." He stopped, remembering the graphic way Cruel King had basically spontaneously combusted in front of him, "Ah, nevermind.."
"D13..0v3r 4 sw0rd.. Wh4t w4s th3 n4m3 0f th3 sw0rd?"
"It was S.F.O.T.Hs ice dagger"
Silence.
"L1k3, V3n0msh4nk?"
"Yeah thats actually the next sword im going after, do you by chance know where its at?"
Griefer paused. He could tell this person where the Venomshank was, possibly saving his life.. No. He needed to listen to the voices. The voices were always right. "N0.. 1 r3c3ntly f1n1sh3d study1ng th3 S.F.0.T.H sw0rds, th4ts h0w 1 kn0w 1t.."
Player let out a small hum before looking back over at Griefer when he spoke up, "W3ll uh.. W4nt s0m3 c4ndy?"
They smiled and responded warmly, "Yeah that would be great, eXtreme chocolate crunch Robar, please"
Griefer gave the most sarcastic smile before turning away to grab the candy bar.