AiE: An Unlikely Detective Part 3

>After Lyra had screamed for a second, you simply couldn’t take it anymore.

“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL SCREAMING?!!!”

 

>Lyra shut up instantly.

“I mean, fuck, I just woke up in some godforsaken hut and I’m seriously fucking creeped out and you come in and start just screaming your lungs out!”

 

>You’re not quite sure how she does it, but her eyes get even bigger in fright.

>Aaaaaaaand she faints.

>God dammit.

 

>You figure it’d be the right thing to do to at least put her on the bed since she was a little conked at the moment.

>Thank god this wasn’t like one of those movies where people wake up in some creepy bed all naked.

>You still had your jeans and t-shirt on so picking up this female thing wouldn’t be awkward.

>Actually your clothes were pretty torn up.

>Awkwardness, commence.

 

>You pick her up like you might a baby or a small pet and cradle the sleeping form for a moment.

>Surprisingly, even though she’s the size of a large dog, she’s light.

>Curious, you take a closer look at her.

 

>Her sleeping face makes your mind go d’awwww for a moment.

>This is not right.

>She’s not even human.

>This feels like some sick joke.

>Bruised and battered guy holding some girl tenderly?

>The sheer cheekiness and picturesque nature of this place sickens you.

 

>You very quickly deposit her onto the bed, and, after retrieving the discarded blanket, drape it over her.

>For the second time that day, you hear a door open and shut.

>Also for the second time, a small equine head peers around the door.

>This one was white and covered in black stripes.

>Waaaaaaait a second…

>It’s a Zebra.

 

>Alrighty, here’s hoping.

“Please, don’t scream.”

 

>It’s face split into a smile.

Zebra: Why so ever should I scream, strange one?

>She sees Lyra lying on the bed and grins.

Zebra: I’d say the screaming is already done.

 

>Her voice, feminine like Lyra’s, possessed a richer tone. Obviously African.

Zebra: Zecora is my name.

 

>You scratch your head sheepishly.

“Yeeeeah, I guess Lyra took a little shock when she saw me. Uh, thanks for taking care of me. My name’s Anon.”

 

>Zecora begins walking around the room depositing the various bags she had been carrying on her back.

Zecora: No need to thank me, shy Anon. Twas Heartstrings there who took you on. Thought you were a poor beast, she did. I knew better what that face hid.

 

>Ouch, you feel like shit for yelling at her now.

“So what now?”

>You really feel like asking a ton of questions, but that’s what everyone does. You had a nasty suspicion that wherever you were, it certainly wasn’t Kansas.