1st Hatred - Welcome to Mayfield

[hell_wheel]

[Wanyudo wakes up. That's the first sign something is wrong.

The fact he is in a bed is the second.

Looking around, he closes his eyes and focuses on returning home. Nothing happens. He feels weird. Wrong. He can't return, though, and he can't change. Both of those things bother him and he sits up in bed and frowns. The room has pictures. Including him and a lovely young woman. Oh, and a couple of kids as well.

Moving from the bed, he goes to the closet, noting the clothes before picking out an outfit and snagging a classy hat. Well, he's dressed and his head is covered. The clothes fit at least.

This didn't look like Japan, so the next order of business was figuring out where. Walking over to the phone, picking it up and trying to dial information.]

[Phone | Everyone]

[An older man's voice comes over the phone.]

Hello? Information?

Hello?

Comments

[Phone]

[shallbeavenged]

[Ai was sitting in the living room when she hears a voice on the phone.

....a very familiar voice. She grabs the phone. Have a familiar but startled voice.]

Wanyūdō.

[hell_wheel]

[A moment of relieved silence before he thinks to talk again.

He thought returning would be much harder.]

Mistress.

I seem to be having a little trouble returning, but do not worry, I will find a way.

[No need to burden her, or at least that was his thought. Someone does not realize how big this issue is yet.]

[shallbeavenged]

[Yup. Just a little. Anyway.

Ai is now standing in front of you.]

Wanyūdō.

[She hasn't seen you for years. She wants to hug you. But she doesn't do things like that as the hell girl. It's a trait she's picked up here.]

[hell_wheel]

[No surprise on this end. It's natural for her to come and go as she pleases.

Though, something isn't right. Not just with him, with everything. He's been around her for centuries.]

Mistress?

[shallbeavenged]

[It takes her a moment.]

We are in a small town called Mayfield. Everyone in this town has been brought here.

I have been here for two years and eight months.

[hell_wheel]

[Now he's surprised.

He bows his head low.]

I have been out for nearly two years? What happened?

[Because that made more sense to him.]

I am sorry for my absence.

[shallbeavenged]

[She shakes her head]

No. I have been gone. Not you.

[hell_wheel]

I just saw you, before I went to sleep.

[Well, this is a lot to try to figure out at once.

Still, though she could be confusing at times, he knew better than to assume she was wrong.]

I am sure there is a lot I missed in your here. Who brought us here?

[The Lord of Hell? His methods are always cruel.]

[shallbeavenged]

Yes. But time works differently here.

....we're not sure. No one has given an explanation for this place. Other then to pretend we have always lived here. That is why they take away our powers and put us in fake families.

Sometimes you get things back in the mail. But we don't know how they do that either.

Whoever it was, is very powerful.

[hell_wheel]

That explains the pictures I suppose.

[This was a lot. Whoever it is would have to be powerful, and crazy. Another thought came to mind, though.]

How has your fake family been treating you?

[shallbeavenged]

They are....fine. The false father has been here longer then the others. I'm used to him now.

[hell_wheel]

I am glad to hear.

Has anyone given you any trouble, other than the town itself?

[shallbeavenged]

[Small pause.]

No one that is still here.

[hell_wheel]

[He'll leave it at that for now.

A moment of silence, and then...]

Are you hungry?

[This was asked with a warm smile.

Enough bothering her with questions about darker things at the moment. The rest he can attempt to discover on his own.]

[shallbeavenged]

[That is why you are the best companion.]

...A little.

[hell_wheel]

Good. I'll treat.

[Luckily, it appears the town left him a wallet with local money.

Getting his shoes on, not used to having to actually physically dress himself.

Time to get used to new routines.

He leads the way out of the house, not caring that he doesn't know the area. Traveling never discouraged him.]

Do they have good desserts in this place at least?

[shallbeavenged]

[Ai walks with him.]

The diner isn't bad.

[hell_wheel]

Then we'll try there.

[Grabbing house keys on the way out. Noticing a car in the drive way, he smiles.

Walking over, hesistating a moment when he realizes the steering wheel is on the wrong side, he unlocks and holds open the passenger door for her.

He knows how to drive, and he assumes he can pick up old American cars without too much of a hassle.

Time to get back to the familiar.]

[shallbeavenged]

[Something familiar at least, in this strange place. She sits inside the car.]

Are there only drones in your house?

[hell_wheel]

[Taking his seat behind the wheel. He starts the car up. Testing the clutch and the stick.]

I am not entirely sure.

I believe so, though. They were all acting normal.

[Backing out of the drive way and pulling out into the street. Starting slow until he got the hang of it, then cruising at a decent speed.]

[shallbeavenged]

If they believe this world to be normal. Then they are.

[hell_wheel]

Then yes.

[He doesn't know where he is going, but he'll eventually steer away from all the same looking houses to find the parts of town that were somewhat different.]

So, what would the stereotype be? Should we have some apple pie?

[shallbeavenged]

That is one. Milkshakes are good too.

Only the milk you get delivered at home is poisoned.

[hell_wheel]

That's a good thing to know.

[After a while, he will find the location pull into the parking lot.]

So, lets try pie and milk shakes. Then you can tell me about anyone here who helps you I should know about.

[shallbeavenged]

[She nods as she get's out of the car.]