Paper Bag P3- Reset Spectator Entry

The small flip book man wasn't sure what to do with himself. He had said some pretty mean things to the bird that killed his friend yesterday and wasn't sure if he should regret it or not. He decided it didn't make much of a difference either way. Compared to what that bird did, a few words seemed harmless.

Chimera and the janitor had found Flip sitting next to the yeti's body. They were as nice about the situation as anyone could be when shooing him away and he did not fight their requests to have him leave. He didn't want to know what they did with Thols. It didn't matter anyway. There weren't any traditions Flip felt strongly enough about to bring up and all of the yeti's belongings were back in the tent, in that bag.

After being shooed off, he walked back to the tent and sat down with his friend's stuff. He stayed there all night, unmovable and incapable of sleeping. That is where he was still. He was starting to wonder how he would get out of this place. He didn't believe in time traveling magic before he had seen it for himself and he knew there was no way to leave without Chimera's help. He just didn't want to talk to her. There were too many questions and not enough energy for him ask all of them.

She probably wouldn't listen to him anyway. Who knows how many times she's done things like this. These tournaments. How many unregulated fighting she had organized. From his perspective she seemed pretty used to all of it. He sat up straighter and stretched a little. He tried to tell himself that there was no use in brooding. 

He looked around and examined things. The lights that were hung from the tent ceiling were glass orbs filled with tiny flames. They looked kinda like more wisps, actually. He couldn't tell if they were actually hanging with string or floating there. Somehow he hadn't really looked at them before. The crates surrounding him were strange too. None of them were labeled. At least not in any language he could make out.





Then he wondered how old they crates were. They could all be from different universes, for all he knew. Hell, different planes of reality. Probably not even Chimera would remember where everything was from.

“Ugh, I want to go home...” Flip grumbled. At first he just meant to his own reality, but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to see his sister. Maybe even his parents. He knew a lot of names, but nobody he could refer to as an actual friend. Despite not getting along sometimes, at least his family actually cared. “Fuck me,” he said, “Didn't even know Thols longer than a couple months! I guess that's more than most I meet. Who knows what he thought of me.”

The realization of how ridiculous he had been to follow a mute stranger around for no reason made him laugh. The yeti probably thought he was annoying at best. He hoped there was at least one or two times the fluffy guy had enjoyed his company. Flip wasn't worth anything beyond a bit of entertainment. That was obvious.

Flip grabbed the big red bag and put it in his lap. He had not dared look inside of it this whole time. Hopefully he wouldn't invoke any spirit's curse or something if he went through it now. He was mostly hoping for some ink so he could soak it into his hands. He didn't have much access to ink in this god forsaken fun park. Other curiosities struck him too, of course, but that was his main excuse.

He found a scarf and a boring looking novel. A few worn out pictures were stuck inside of the book. He didn't recognize any of them, though there was one with a younger yeti frowning in it. No doubt that was Thols as a kid. It was kind of amusing. Then he grabbed the journal he had seen Thols write in before. There were a few other journals, but he knew this had been the most recent because he had given it to the yeti only a few weeks earlier.

He skipped back a few pages from where it ended until he noticed a little drawing. It was a poorly sketched drawing of himself! Flip had tried to get Thols to draw him before, but was always met with a roll of his eyes or being ignored. He didn't know how to respond and read a few sentences before the sketch.

“I found one of those object men in a hole in the ground. He was upset and crying. It was difficult to get him out with him being afraid of me. I hope I did not hurt the thing with how I grabbed his arm. I don't think I did. Then the creature followed me and stole half of my pens. He is still here, laying down. I think he will be fine.”

Everything else in the book that mentioned Flip were either observations or making fun of silly things he did. The last excerpt was from the last night in their own reality. It wasn't anything particularly special. At least all the mentions about him that Flip read seemed pretty lighthearted.

Flip went back to the page where Thols' visual interpretation of him was sketched. He thought it was cute and noticed there was a pretty big empty space around it. After a bit of thought, he decided to finish the picture.