It's been such a long time since I have updated this one, why must I be easily distracted and have so much school work, test preparations, and four tests all coming up in the same month? I am not looking forward to May at all… Anyhow, sorry for such a wait, but I'll try my best to update as soon as possible. Now then, time to stop yapping and enjoy!

Date Published: 4/28/13
Word Count: 6,019
Page Count: 10

Chapter 1: Monday ~Let's Begin!~

The following day came and our main lead was just getting out of his bed while rubbing his eyes. He had a feeling of fatigue lingering in his body, and the time was currently four in the morning. It was rather early for him, since he's used to waking up at six. The reason behind him waking earlier then usual is simple, he was asked to awake early for his temporary job.

The blond figure stood up from his bed and stretched his lean body, like he usually did in the morning for it helped wake him up. After he did that, he grabbed a set of clothes, the one he usually wears, and changed out of his sleep wear. He wore just a plain white cotton under shirt (which where good for those hot summer nights) and his under garments (if you're wondering, he's a boxers kind of guy) and then he headed to the kitchen part of his tree house.

There, among the different types of cooking equipment, he walked over to his refrigerator and opened it. Inside the white machine there was a verity of different types of drinks and left over food (he often made more than needed so he could save it for another day) and grabbed some milk and butter. He then placed it on the wooden counter next to the refrigerator. After he did that he moved his body down and opened a floor cabinet, and he grabbed a rather small dish, which had a line going around the rim of it. He also grabbed a plain glass, placed them on the wooden counter, and closed the door with his foot. Still standing in the same location, he grabbed some bread slices from the bread container that was on the right side of the area with the rest of his items, then opened a drawer, and grabbed a butter knife.

And so, the rest of it proceeded in this order, pour the milk into the glass, place the bread slices on the plate, butter them, move over to his wooden table and then he began to eat. Sure, it wasn't exactly the most outstanding thing for breakfast, but oh well; he enjoyed his butter bread and his milk. It's a lot easier then making eggs or pancakes, for they take a while to make, at least with this, its quick and easy. After he finished his simple meal he ate everyday (well, not everyday, he sometimes uses peanut butter or some sort of jam instead) and placed the items on the counter by the sink. He returned the butter and milk to where they belonged, and then proceed to clean the dish and glass by the sink. After he finished cleaning them, he returned them to there usual spot, and he turned his head to his clock.

The clock was a nice one (he did make it, he just didn't make the mechanism) the rim of it was made from oak and was well proportioned. The numbers where roman numeral, and in the middle was a painted circle with a design of the two hands, the one at VII and the other at IX, the time he finished making the clock. At the moment it was at IIII and V.

"Four twenty-five, the same as usual except being two hours ahead," he thought. He always finishes getting dressed and eating at exactly twenty-five minutes after he wakes up, "Well then, off to work," he stated to himself.

Micah walked over to the part of his house that had a latter, and climbed down it. It took him to where his crops where spread around and where his monster friends lived, "Well, let's began," he stated to himself while grabbing his watering can from his rucksack and began his work.

Well, after about two hours of working, he finished his usual task and began his walk to his next destination that also doubled as his next job. He just looked up at the sky, when he began his work before there was no light in the sky, but now the sun was shinning brightly in the sky in it's usual spot.

He reached his location rather quickly, but that is to be expected, it's not like the general store was an hour away from his home. When he reached the building, he just opened the door and walked in as if it was his own home. When he walked in he saw the residences of the home standing in front of the counter much like yesterday. It appeared that the younger one was still half asleep, "Same as usual, huh Karina?" thought Micah while looking at the girl who seemed to be having a problem with keeping her eyes open, "Oh well, it just makes her look cuter," he also thought inside his head. That look of tiredness seemed cute to him, it reminded him of a little kitten just waking up from a nap.

"Good morning *Yawn* Micah," she said in a low tired tone, but he noticed her eyes seemed to look a little livelier than a moment before, or maybe it's just his imagination.

"Yes, good morning Micah! Nice to see someone actually awake at this time!" declared Hazel with a smirk on her face while eyeing her daughter who really didn't seem to notice or just didn't care.

"Yeah, good morning Karina, Hazel," he stated and then went on to say, "Being awake isn't that big of a deal for me, but I did have a bit of trouble getting moving this morning."

"Oh, that's right, you woke up earlier than usual because of me," stated Hazel in a surprised tone as if she completely forgot about running into him yesterday and telling him to be at the store around six, "I'm sorry 'bout that Micah, it must have been hard on you waking up earlier than your used to. I completely forgot how long it takes you while taking care of your crops and monsters," she said with a bit of concern in her voice.

"No, it's all right, it wasn't that hard," he replied to the older women while scratching his head, the way she was acting showed concern, he wasn't used to it. Most people really don't show much concern for him when they ask him to something, be it dangerous or just tiring, they just want it done without much concern about his well being. That, or sometimes they just don't show it, but he really couldn't tell. But this was different, she seemed to actually care about his well being, it was like, "It's like a mother worrying about her child," he thought to himself while a sad smile seeping into his features and his head moving downwards. It made him think about his own mother, if she ever worried like that for him, or even if she was worrying about him right now, wondering just where her dear child disappeared too, if he was alive or if he was dead or-

"Micah? Are you all right? It seems like something's bothering you," he heard a voice say to him, snapping him out of his trance of thinking about the past that he doesn't remember and the family he left behind. He lifted his head upwards and looked in the direction of the person who spoke.

Karina who now seemed awake, was staring at him with concern showing in her eyes. He just gave her a soft smile and replied, "No, I'm fine. I was just caught up in thought for a moment there, it's not a big deal."

Hazel just looked at him with a suspicious look, along with concern in her voice, "If something's bothering you Micah, you can tell us. Or do you just feel tired? If you need more sleep or something I can leave a little later."

Micah looked at her, shocked his head back and forth and replied, "No, I'm alright, I was just thinking that it's nice to know that there are people who are concerned about my well-being, like the way a family would worry," he said to them. He just wasn't used to it, he wasn't used to being worried about by others. He's known for worrying about others, but it never seems like people worry about him.

"Micah," Hazel stated in a concerned tone and began to walk over to him and said, "You do know I think of you as a part of the family, right? So it's natural for me to worry about you, just like the way I worry about my daughter," she said that in a kind manner, much like a mother. She then turned her head over to her daughter and asked, "You think of him as part of the family too, right Karina? I mean, he does do so much for us and is usually over here visiting you anyway."

Karina just looked at her mother, then to Micah and stated in a low tone, with a bit of redness tinting her face, "Yeah, he is…really important to me, like a bother (no, something more…)" the other of her sentence wasn't heard by Micah's ears, but her mother definitely picked up the mumbled line, and she just couldn't help but smirk a bit.

Micah just smiled at both of them, there words truly warmed his heart, "Thanks, it's nice to know that you two care. Sometimes I wonder if my family cared for me like that," he said lowly. He usually isn't like this; he usually doesn't show the sadness behind his cheery blue eyes. He doesn't show the loneliness of not remembering his family and not having people he could truly relay on, but now, it seems he does.

"Micah," Hazel stated while bonking him lightly on the head, "Of course your family cares about you! You may not remember them, but I know they cared, that's what families are for! Now let's get off the gloomy subject, and Micah, stop acting out of character! You aren't the type to be gloomy, your suppose to be chipper."

Micah just looked the older women and smiled, "Yeah, you're right. This…this isn't me. I am suppose to be cheery!" he said, his tone changing from sad too cheery, the gloom fading from his voice and eyes.

"Now that's the spirit!" she declared happily while walking back over to where she was before he leaned against the counter, "Anyhow, let's get started. Micah, you know when the store open and closes, right?"
"Yeah, you open at eight, and close at six. Do you really need to ask me that? I'm over here all the time, I think by now I remember the hours," he replied, forgetting the sad thoughts that where in his mind. He may not remember his real family, but they're like his family, and that's better than nothing.

She just looked at him, and gave him a little smirk, "Oh yeah, of course you're over here all the time, I wonder why?" she said in a toying voice while eyeing her daughter, who she noticed looked a little red in the face.

"Ah, well," he began while a shade of red also crossing his face and his eyes wandering over to Karina who also seemed embarrassed for the same reason, "I have to buy seeds here, plus I like coming over to talk with Karina, so why wouldn't I know the times?"

Hazel couldn't help but smile, "Well, it's nice to know you're such a loyal customer and a great friend to Karina."

"Sure, that's just the way I am after all," he stated to her simply, while his gaze started to roam around the room.

After that conversation, Hazel began to explain how things worked in the store. She pointed out to him where each item goes; the proper prices of items (if he happened to forget it was written on a paper by the register) and told him about the blue logbook. Whenever an item was sold, he was to write down the date and what item it was and the quantity. At the end of the business day he would write in the other logbook, which happened to be green. That one was for the remaining stock of all the items, and it was meant to keep track of when one needed to place in an order for another shipment. The final logbook was a bright red one, and that one was used to keep track of the amount of money they earned each day, and at the end of the week the amount earned was totaled together. That would also be done at the end of the season; there was also a part for the total amount of money they spent each day, week, and season.

"This is really organized Hazel," mumbled Micah, surprised by all the different books, while he was looking through them he noticed the same hand writing throughout all of them. So, he turned his head over to her, "You do this everyday? Have you ever messed up with any calculations before?" he asked with curiosity being in his voice.

She just gave him a wide boastful smile, "Yup! I do this everyday 'cause I don't quite trust a cretin someone to calculate the totals for everything. That, and that cretin somebody's hand writing usually chicken scratch due to her sleepy nature," she mentioned while her eyes drifted over to Karina. She looked back over to Micah and went on, "I have screwed up a few times, but that happened when I was younger. It was rather hard to keep an eye on a little kid getting into mischief while trying to keep track of management for the store," she couldn't help but chuckle a bit thinking back to the days when she had to watch over a young child and make sure the store was running properly. In those days things went from smooth sailing to pure hell in an instant.

"That must have been hard being a single mother and all," he stated, though he wanted to ask just where was Karina's father. Granted, he wanted to ask, "What ever happened to this person's father and or mother?" It just seemed like everyone was missing family members around here, he would have liked to ask, but it must be a sensitive subject.

"Yeah, it was hard," she said with a bit of a down cast look, her mind wondering back to the past for a brief moment. Micah noted that and look down and thought, "I guess even mentioning that was a sensitive subject."

He moved his head from the floor and looked over to Karina and noted a cold look on her face, which cause Micah to think, "It must have been hard on her then."

It was silent in the room for a moment, a cloud of uneasiness spreading throughout the room. It remained like that for a few moments, no one speaking a word. They all just stood there in the silence, each thinking their own thoughts, be it of sadness, dislikement, or regret. This though, past after Hazel spoke up, "Okay, that's enough with the silence. Let's see, is their anything else I need to explain?"

"I think you told me everything," Micah replied quickly, glad that the gloomy atmosphere passed over.

"I do believe your right Micah," she responded to him. After doing so she turned her head over to the clock on the wall and noted the time, "Well, it's quarter past seven. I guess I should get going then, it's better to get a head start on a long trip."

So, with that comment, Hazel walked towards the front door and grabbed a rather large backpack from off the floor and put it on. After doing so she opened the door, turned her head back towards the younger people, "Well, are you two coming to see me off?"

With that, she began to walk out the door, the other two following behind her. They just walked with a small conversation about something to the exit of the town, which really wasn't that far off. It was just past Micah's tree house, west to be precise; it was a straight path that went down a hill and through a small forest. By following the straight path for a while, it would lead to two different branching pathways; the one that Hazel was taking was on the right. It would lead to a little town where one could take a stagecoach to cretin places, or could rent a delivery wagon for business purposes. This could also be done in reverse, for the transportation business happened to be rather large, be it wagon or airship.

At the moment, Hazel would take the stagecoach and reach her destination in about two days or so, depending on weather conditions, and how many stops it made and so forth. After reaching the town, she would of course talk business, pick up the items, and take care of whatever other things she needs to do. After doing that she would this time rent a delivery wagon and have the items transported back to town, which would also take about two days.

"The wagons would actually come into the town? I never saw them stop around here. Actually, I never knew any of this until now," mentioned Micah, who was actually enjoying this little lesson on how things operated around here. Maybe having amnesia not only made you forget people and events, but things as well. He went on to say in a surprised tone, "And I never knew we had airships either."

"They usually come in the early morning, and only on cretin days. So I'm not surprised that you haven't seen them, mostly everyone doesn't know about them because they're asleep," she paused for a moment and let out a small chuckle, "You really must've banged your head hard if you can't even remember the airships. You don't really see them around here, but they do exist."

"Oh, I see," replied Micah. All of this information was interesting to him for some reason or another, "Maybe I should read up on this subject. Well, if I find any books that is," he thought to himself.

After that Hazel began to speak again, "Well, I guess I'll get going now. Take care of the shop you two, don't go and do anything stupid either. I don't want to come home after a long week and find my business and home destroyed," she said with a small chuckle.

"Don't worry, your home and shop will be alive when you come home," Micah said in a cherry with a bright smile on his face, "I know better then to destroy your place, especially since you would probably work me to death to rebuild it." He laughed a bit, he doubted she would actually do that, but who knows what she is capable of.

"You don't have to worry, and be careful Mom," stated Karina while watching her mother, "Don't go and get yourself in trouble or get hurt (I don't want to lose you) okay?" she asked with concern in her voice, but that was to be expected.

Hazel walked over to her daughter and gave her a tight hug, "Don't worry, I'll be fine," she said with much care and softness in her voice, "I know what I'm doing, a business woman can't be defeated easily."
"But be careful anyway," retorted Karina in the same worried tone while gladly returning her mother's hug.

Micah just watched the exchange between mother and daughter and smiled at the scene. Even though these two would often have their petty arguments, they were still as close as can be. That's the relationship between family members though, even if they argue a lot, they still love each other even if at times it's hard to notice.

After the two finished their exchange, the mother headed off towards her direction, and soon, the two could no longer see her. When that happened, Micah turned his head over to Karina and asked, "Well, I guess we should get started now. The store is meant to open in a little bit, right?" he said with a turn of his head.

"I guess you're right (even though it's a pain) we should get ready," was what she said in a bit of a bland tone. Working was obvious one of the things she didn't feel like doing.

And so our duo went the way they came, and reentered the building. Though now came the next part, in which Micah was unsure of. Exactly what are they supposed to do the whole entire time they where managing the store? Majority of the time no one actually came into the store besides him or some random travelers. So, it's not like they really had much work to do during store hours.

Micah just looked around like a person who was in some foreign land and had no clue where to go or what to do. He just watched as Karina walked over to behind the counter, pulled up a stool and sat down. After she did so she placed her arms on the counter and laid her head down and mumbled in a bored tone, "And now we wait (and nap) for the remainder of the day. Micah, if you want you can go (though I preferred if you didn't) it'll be a slow day like it usually is."

Micah walked up to her and spoke in a clear and friendly tone, "No, I agreed I would help you take care of the store, so I'll stay here with you. Though I would rather help you out with something, there really isn't much to do. So, instead of letting you nap, I'll keep you awake with a conversation. We can even take shifts if you want."

Karina just looked up at Micah with her usual dull expression, which soon softened up a bit with a small smile. She raised her head from the counter and responded in a sweeter voice than usual, "Thanks Micah, it'll be less lonely with you here. You really don't have to work; just staying here with me is enough. I think time moves faster when I talk with you (though I wished it didn't it) for some reason."

Micah's fast tinted with a light shade of red and he looked away with some embarrassment in his voice, "I see, well, working all by yourself is lonely. So then, what should we talk about today?"

Their was a silence in the room for a moment, both of them not quite sure what to say to one another. They would normally have simple conversations about random things, but they usually didn't last that long.

Before anyone could actually say anything, the door to the shop opened and a customer walked in. It wasn't one of the locals, just some random guy passing through the town.

"Hello sir, is their anything you're looking for in particular?" asked Micah in a friendly manner, hopefully this was the way one was to act around a customer.

The fellow looked over to Micah, he was an older man with some gray in his faded brown hair, but not quite that old. He gave him a puzzled look for the moment and asked, "When did this place hire you? I only have seen the shop owner and her lazy daughter."

"Oh, well, I'm helping out for the time being, that's all. And Karina isn't really that lazy, she's just a sleepy person," Micah said while trying to be nice to the man and make sure Karina wasn't hurt by his words. He turned his head over to her, and noticed that she really didn't seem to care about his remark.

"Well, if that's the case, I guess I just stop by at the wrong times," he said with a little laugh, "I only need some cooking oil so I can make tonight's dinner under the stars," and with that he walked over to the counter with the oil in his hand. Micah backed out of the way so he could purchase his item. After doing so all he said was while looking Micah in the eye, "Well, I think you should look into working here more often. It's nice to see a friendly face every once in awhile," and with that he was gone.

After that, Micah turned to face the relatively lazy person he enjoyed talking with and asked, "Karina, why are you lazy most of the time? You never seem to have the energy for anything and you never have much emotion in your voice. The only time I notice you actually having some energy is when you're talking with me or with Raven and Sofia, oh, and sometimes your mom. That, and why do you enjoy sleeping so much?"

He didn't receive any sort of reply, he just watched her as she scribbled down the information of the item that was sold on a separate piece of lined paper. After that though, she looked at him and replied simply, "I'm just a lazy person, their isn't really any reason behind it. People just act the way they act because they want to."

"Alright, you're just a naturally lazy person, then why don't you really put any emotion into anything you do? It reminds me of how Raven acts except you actually talk, well, most of the time," he replied without a hesitation. All of this has been something he's been meaning to ask for sometime, but he just never found the right moment for it.

She turned her head away from his gaze towards the opposite side of the room, "It depends on how you hear things. If you listen carefully you'll notice them (and you would learn some things) sooner or later."

He was confused by what she said, and the look on his face matched it. What did she mean by that exactly? He has heard her mumble things under her breath, but he just never was really able to figure out what she said. Though, this did seem to make sense, for at times something would be exchange between her and Hazel and he would have no clue what was going on.

"So, I guess I'll just need to be with you more to hear those words right?" he said to her with a coy smile on his face. This cause her to look back over to him with a surprised expression, "If I want to hear your hidden emotions and feelings, I guess I'll have to attach myself to you like a lost puppy and then, I may learn a thing or two."

She stared at him for a bit, not quite sure what to make of his words. This didn't last long though, for she gave him a smile and replied, "Alright then, let's see how long it takes for you to figure out what I really say."

"You're on," he said in a happy tone, "I bet you that by this time next week, I'll be able to hear those emotional words you hide from almost everyone. And, because this is a bet, if I succeed you'll have to say those words you hide openly. No more hiding how you really feel, alright?" he had a wide smile on his face. This little contest was rather unexpected, but it will make the next week more interesting. After all, he has always wanted to know what to what she was mumbling about. That, and a game is always a fun way to pass the time.

"That's fine, but if you don't win (which is most likely) you will have to work with me for the remainder of the season (then maybe you'll know what I say) alright?" she said simply. Maybe, just maybe, this somewhat oblivious guy will figure it out. On the other hand, if he didn't, work would be much more entertaining.

"Alright," he moved his hand out for her to shake. She looked at him, and then it clicked in her brain and shacked his hand and he continued, "The terms of our bet has been made. Now, can you answer my last question?" he asked with a turn of his head.

"Only if you let me ask you something (it's only fair after all) Micah," she said while staring straight at him with blank eyes.

"Sure, it's only fair after all," he replied with a toying tone. He heard what she mumbled that time; maybe it was because he was being attentive for a change.

"I see you're using your ears (that was fast) now. I like to sleep because," she stopped for a moment, and looked down to the counter. After doing so she began in a low tone, "Because when I'm asleep I don't have to face this world. I can just live in my blissful imagination; my ideal life (which would include you) in a world that is unfortunately only a dream."

Micah was actually surprised by those words. He certainly didn't expect that from her, she just seemed like the type who just liked to sleep like a little kitten. Escaping a world that she dislikes to an ideal one? A preferred world where she could escape the world she is in now?

"I never expected this from her," he thought to himself, "Just what type of life has she been through to think like this I wonder? I don't think asking now would be a good idea, she already seems down talking about this."

He didn't want to say anything else, but their was one thing he said, "In your dream world, what is it like? How is it different from this one exactly?"

She looked up to him and responded simply, "You said that was your last question, so I'm not answering (it's a bit embarrassing) this one."

"Damn it," he mumbled lowly, "I wanted to know. Guess I'll just have to ask you another day, huh?"

"Correct," she responded, "Now my question, why are you so interested in learning about me?"

"Why?" he asked while folding his arms around his chest. Maybe it was because he was a rather curious person? Nah, that's somewhat true, but he tries not to neb into people's lives too much. Then, what would be the reason behind his general curiosity?

"Well, I think it's because I just want to know more about you," was the best thing he could think of, "I mean, I talk to you on a regular basis, but I don't know much about you. Aren't friends supposed to be close and well, know why their friends do what they do? Everyone has a reason for what they do, so I guess I want to know why you act the way you do," after saying that he thought for a moment, "What I'm I? A psychiatrist?"

"I guess that makes sense," responded Karina in a simple tone.

Well, after that, the two just continued on with their workday. All they really did after that was have simple conversations about this and that, with Micah leaning against the counter and Karina laying her head down on it. No other customers showed up that day, though that wasn't all that surprising. The time which would have normally moved as slow as a snail went as fast as a hawk diving down after it's dinner. And so, before the two knew it, the clock on the wall went off. It was signaling that it was time for the store to close.

"Well, I guess I'm free to go now," spoke Micah while walking forward a bit, and then moving so he would be facing Karina, "I'll see you tomorrow then Karina. Have a good night."

Karina whose head was on the counter raised and she look at Micah in the eye and mumbled blandly, "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow Micah. Have a good night (though I doubt my night will be good) and all"

Micah didn't respond quickly that time, he just stared straight back her, pondering about something. This continued on for a few moments, neither one saying a thing, setting the mood for something important to happen perhaps.

"Karina, how good are you at cooking?" was the sentence that broke the silence.

She just turned her head to the side and replied, "Bad, I never had the motivation to cook anything. Mom always made our dinner, why?"

"Well," he turned away and looked to the side of the room, looking at all the items that littered the store, "I was thinking you could come over for dinner? I never have anyone to eat with so I thought some company would be nice. That," he twisted his head to face her again, "I can't let you go and attempt to cook and burn your house down. Hazel would defiantly have my head for letting you do that," he said in a playful voice.

She turned her head to look at him with a small pout on her face, "I wouldn't burn the house down (you sound like Mom) I know how to work a stove. I just never made anything."

He chuckled a bit from the look on her face, "So I sound like Hazel? That's interesting. So, would you join me for dinner?"

She got up from her stole and walked over to Micah and responded, "Sure, and thanks Micah."

"No problem, I just can't let you starve after all," he said with a bright smile, "It'll be nice having someone to eat with."

With that sentence spoken, the two of them exited the house. The sun was still up, but it would be setting soon though. The town had the usual patrons walking around, doing their own business and what not. Micah just lead the way to his home with Karina in tow, and some eyebrows where raised by the random people in town, two in particular. The two in particular where coming from the direction of the towns manor.

"What do you think they aren't up to? A secret after hour randevú?" spoke a female voice in a cheerful tone, with curiosity seeping through.

"I don't know, but I doubt that," responded the other one in a more soft yet serious tone of voice.

"If not that, what else couldn't they be up to?" spoke the first voice while staring at her companion, "Everyone else doesn't seem suspicious about what those are doing together this late."

"It's not that late actually," replied the second voice, "There isn't anything suspicious about friends hanging out."

"Even though they didn't spend the whole day together?" inquired the first person who seemed really interested in what was going on between the two.

"Does that matter? She's probably going with him so they can eat, you know she can't cook," responded the second one who didn't seemed interested in the whole thing.

"Well, it does sound like a randevú to me," spoke another female voice that popped out of nowhere, "A nice home cooked meal in a house away from praying eyes sounds like a nice place for something interesting to happen, if you get my drift."

"I completely disagree, let's go and watch," and with that the first voice and the random third voice walked off towards the direction of Micah's tree house. They are ready to be nebby, and are hoping to see something interesting.

The second one though, perhaps the voice of reason, watched as the two girls cheerfully walked off. She just stood there for a moment, spoke lowly, "Those two sisters are a piece of work," and walked off after them. Someone needs to keep an eye on them after all, and make sure that they don't cause any trouble.

"I doubt that anything is going to happen anyway. Those two are just friends anyway," she thought to herself, "For now anyway."

And so I manage to finish another chapter! The characters are going to be a tad bit different here and there, with some traits popping up that wasn't mentioned in the game. I'm improvising here due to the lack of real character depth in the game, and I want to make the story interesting, hopefully people won't mind this much. Anyhow, it was kinda slow, wordy (I always do this) and nothing really happened, but things where mentioned! And when things are mentioned, they shall return in a more interesting way…hopefully *laugh* Anyway, the next chapter will be more comical; at least, that's what I'm planning, along with the introduction of other characters. Well, thank you for reading and of course, please review so I can read what you think of this!