ed at this very intense stranger.Zelamo woke up in a grassy field on a lovely, sunny day. Many have wondered how they know the name Zelamo, and by many We mean Zelamo, because his name was the only thing he knew about himself. He didn't know where he came from, who he came from, what he looked like, or any other such thing. He just knew that his name was Zelamo, and he was staring at a cloud that was shaped like a dog, and the grass was starting to itch, so he should probably get up.
The plains stretched on for miles or kilometers, depending on where the plains were located. Zelamo noticed the sound of rushing water behind him, and found a river. He looked into his reflection to find a pale man with yellow eyes and green hair (not gross green hair but a nice seaside teal green color it's very nice.) Zelamo felt that this seemed a little off, but he also didn't really care and was kind of hungry 😋. It was time to search for civilized society.
A more thorough scan of the grassy grass revealed a town in the distance. Now that his search was a success, he began his walk towards the town.
...
Walking was hard. Zelamo was in pain. Had he ever excersized before? Or… moved? At all? He was starting to think he hasn't. His breathing was very irregular and very concerning. He should not be making these sounds, a fact he knew through the active act of knowing. This was miserable. He was wearing a white tunic and a black skin suit underneath. He had shoes on and he felt like a pug forced to walk 2 feet without a break. Good lrid this sucked.
Finally, after the longest (and only) hour of his life, he arrived at the town. It was surrounded by a sturdy stone wall. No guards at the entrance, though. They must be short staffed, he thought reflexively. He didn't know what short staffed meant.
The town was incredibly lively. The main street was a bustling marketplace filled with vendors and the stalls they vend from. Everyone was advertising their wares—bread, cloth, candles, mystery meat, more bread, even more bread, eggs, everything and more! Zelamo was starting to feel dizzy…
"Ho! Y—"
"Don't call me that," Zelamo said, interrupting the vendor.
"Ahem," the vendor ahemed. "You seem to be in the market for my delectable Green Blueberries! Only 25 coin per ounce."
"Green Blueberries… that seems a little oxymoronic."
"They're blueberries… but green!"
Zelamo considered this. "Can you eat them?"
"Yes!" The vendor said, deliberately deciding not to acknowledge how this strange green man didn't know what a blueberry was, because nobody was buying his berries and he was getting desperate. He grabbed a handful of his berries and showed them to his potential customer. "Only 25 coin for a whole basket!"
"Oh wow," Zelamo said. "And how do I get coin?"
This, the vendor will acknowledge. "You… you don't have coin?"
"Nuh uh. I've never heard of coin."
"Ch-check your pockets again!" The vendor spat. "I'm! I'm sure you must have some coin! Any coin!"
Zelamo checked to see if he had pockets. He did, so he checked his pockets. "…no coin, sorry."
(High extreme close up Dolly zoom on the vendor) The vendor stared at this man, this thing, dumbly for the next 7 seconds. What was this? How dare it commune with him… and not have any coin! This… barbarian, this… this FREAK! How did it get here? Why are its eyes yellow?!?!?! The vendor had to suppress the urge to kill it right there and then. Instead he opted to tell it to "leave! Leave before I kill you right here and now."
Zelamo was, naturally, alarmed by this response, and promptly scurried away, the vendor yelling at him, still. He'll have to find this "coin" item on his own, it seems. Twenty-five of them, no less. Yikes! He wished he came preinstalled with knowledge of what an economy was. Alas, he must fend for himself.
Was he really that strange? He didn't think so, but he also just got here. Wait, how did he even know how to speak? and understand everyone? Does it have to do with his origins? No but like actually who the hell was he? He felt out of place, suddenly. A stain on an otherwise picturesque community. He wanted to know where he did belong. He decided this at that very moment!
Elsewhere in the market, someone just foraged for something to eat, and was about to partake in the spoils of the hunt. Remember how We said that someone just foraged for something to eat? We lied. She's stealing. She was just stealing. She was also about to experience the consequences of stealing.
(・ω・)ノ<(1… 2… 3 loafs of bread! I'll eat like a king!)
(°▽°) <(I think so, at least. I don't know what kings eat…)
Unfortunately, this mystery individual would not begin her feast any time soon, because, as previously mentioned, she was about to experience the consequences of stealing.
"Halt! Return those loaves to their rightful owner(s) at once, you thief!"
She turned around to see a guard pointing a spear at her! He was wearing a shiny suit of armor with a name tag engraved into it that said "CAPTAIN." This was to indicate that he was the captain (of the town's guards.) The armor looked cool, but she'd never say that to this stupid idiot. She scoffed.
(￣^￣) <(and why should i?)
"Because they don't belong to you. You may have them if you pay for them."
(^.^) <(ya but like…)
(¬_¬) <(that bald man wouldn't tell me how to get coin.)
ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ <(n i was hungryyyyyyy…)
"Stealing is against the law! And doing things that breaks the law is always morally reprehensible! This is fact!"
（ーー；）<(so what am I s'posed 2 do? Starve???)
"Yes, actually. In the street like the dirty poor you are, preferably."
(ﾟωﾟ) <( )
"Look, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way."
A plan formed in her head…
(・・) <(…)
(・・?) <(…and what's the hard way?)
"Well, I'll chase you through the streets and kill you in front of everyone."
She thought her plan over for… about 0.5 seconds (not enough time).
⊂((・⊥・))⊃ <(…and the easy way?)
"Ha—"
She took the opportunity and bolted in the direction of the market! That ugly shithead could pry her bread from her COLD, DEAD HANDS!!!!! The guard yelled "hey!" And chased after her. But she'll be faster. She knew it in her heart…˚✧₊⁎
Her entrance into the market proper marked an eruption of chaos only paralleled by maybe Pompeii. She had no regard for the stalls, as they were run by rather rude people, so messes were made. Waves of bread, cloth, candles, mystery meat, more bread, even more bread, eggs, everything and more—! All of it fell by her hand.
The euphoria of disobedience was running out, however, and in its place was the realization that she had no plan. She started scanning the area for something, anything, that could help her, when her gaze landed on a green haired man who was wearing the same clothes as her. Bingo! The desire for solidarity will surely compel him to help!
(｀Д´) <(YOU.)
"Me?" Zelamo ed at this very intense stranger.
(-᷅_-᷄) <(YES YOU!)
He looked around before answering. "Yes?"
（＾ω＾）<(so liek.)
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) <(we have the same outfit.)
Zelamo looked down at what she was wearing, and, what do you know, she was right! This got him thinking… hm…
"I wonder," he began. "Do you also have amnesia?"
(*^▽^*) <(yes! Yes i do! Wow! We're so similar! Please help me!)
"Then maybe we come from the same place!"
(ﾟ▽ﾟ) <(YES YES WE'RE SO TWINSIES NOW HELP ME OUT OF A STRONG SENSE OF SOLIDARITY!!!!)
"Oh, yes! Yes! What is it?"
(^^) <(so ur gonna go down that street…)
"Mm hm…"
(° °) <(and tell the guy will the pointy stick that i went…)
(° °)☞ <(that way.)
Zelamo nodded determinedly and ran down the direction the stranger pointed. There, he found a guy with a spear (pointy stick). He looked very intense. Zelamo took a deep breath before approaching (he looked very scary) (and thus Zelamo was scared.)
"Um, sir?"
The guard's neck snapped towards Zelamo with a sickening crack. "Citizen, move at once! I'm searching for a thief, and it is of utmost importance that I find her!"
"I-I, uh, I think i saw her go down ☞ there…" he pointed in the opposite direction of where the thief was.
"Thank you, young sir! Your contribution to the safety of our community is deeply valued." He smiled at Zelamo before taking off towards where the thief definitely isn't. "THIEF! I'LL KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND!!! RAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Zelamo returned to where the stranger was, but found nobody. He looked around frantically, before someone grabbed him by the arm. He whipped around to the sight of (thankfully) the stranger.
( ◠‿◠ ) <(pst, let's get outta here before he discovers that ur pants r on fire.)
"Okay." His stomach growled. "Can I get food first?"
^_−☆ <(ur never gonna believe this but… I have food!)
Zelamo then noticed she was carrying three loaves of bread. "Nice."
(*ﾟД°) <(yes yes now lets go before we're publicly executed.)
The stranger dragged him by the arm through the market and out of the town. Green hills passed them by and the sun started its decent. As Zelamo spotted a forest in the distance, the stranger plopped down and sighed.
|(￣3￣)| <(woo… crime sure is exhausting…)
"Didn't we just wake up? Why are we already tired?"
( ^ω^ ) <(ion kno.)
"Can't argue with that." There was an actual reason, but neither of them were interested in discussing it, because neither of them were intellectually inclined. "Can I have a bread?"
(￣^￣) <(hmmm……)
(￣∇￣) <(okey)
She tossed Zelamo a loaf of bread, to which he promptly did his best impression of a wood chipper, in which the bread was the wood, and his teeth was the chipper. This is normal, he thought. The stranger was doing it, too.
"So what's your name?"
(。-∀-) <(uhh i think it's Yuwutu.)
"Yuwutu?"
(^.^") <(it's a normal name, sir.)
"Not any weirder than mine."
( `^´) <(o ya??? What's urs, then, tough guy???)
"Zelamo."
(ﾟωﾟ) <(o waow that is weird…)
They continued to eat their illegally obtained meal together as the sun set. They both knew what sunsets looked like, but seeing the oranges… the pinks, the blues, all for the first time? Magical was a strong word (and Yuwutu would consider it corny) but it really was the best way to describe it. And both of them knew the other felt the same.
"Are you sure you have amnesia? Do you remember anything about where you're from?"
(´ー｀) <( yupp.)
"Gasp, Really?!" The sparkle in Zelamo's eyes could turn a funeral into a disco.
（ーー；）<(oh, i meant i remember nothing. Sorgy :/)
"Oh…"
Zelamo couldn't hide his disappointment. Yuwutu knew how he felt, mostly because she was in the exact same situation. She didn't particularly care about her case, but… solidarity, y'know?
(^^) <(we could… search for where we came from. Together.)
\(*'▽'*)/ <(a grand adventure! U n me! Whatdaya say???)
Zelamo looked at Yuwutu. She had dark skin and darker hair that was in twin bubble braids. Her eyes were closed like she was a happy cartoon character. He could imagine the flowers floating around to indicate that she was in a good mood. She's been a fun companion, he thought.
"I say… hmm…"
(・ω・) <(you say…?)
"I think my answer is… hmm…"
(╯‵Д′)╯<(TELL ME! TELL ME NOW!!!)
"Yes! I will adventure with you!"
(*>▽<*) <(yay yippee! Our adventure awaits, )
(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*) <(uh, in the morning.)
(￣^￣) <(im tired.)
"Are we just… gonna sleep out here?"
(°▽°) <(YUP! GOODNIGHT!)
_( ーー」∠)_ <(zzzZZZ mimimi)
The sun finally disappeared below the horizon, and with it, Zelamo's desire to be conscious. So, much like his new companion, he put his head on the grass beneath him, and conked the fuck out.
It was important that they get enough sleep, for they had a long journey ahead of them…
They didn't know that, though, because they were stupid.