DoodleBug

(Originally from Wattpad)

Alex, up until the moment where his entire life was upheaved by an unforeseen force, was normal in practically every respect, he did his taxes, (being an adult and all), went to a soul-crushing job he hated, and none of what he did was ever considered extraordinary.

Living normally was what he thought he was destined to do.

But yeah, a suspicious fetch quest, an attempted murder and a weird girl and her cat seem to signal the end of his perfectly normal existence.

On the other side of the globe, we’ve got best friends Adam and Jacob, who despite their inherent personality defects and general flaws, are still friends.
After a theft that kinda throws them both into hot water, they’ve got to use dubious forms of transport to get right back at the thief.

Weird stuff, in general.

-a poem-

Writers block
Is so very fun
Just kidding
It hurts to live

Something Strange

It was Tuesday morning when the landlady, bless her, came with the post. Alex, being a young man and all, was far too busy to check it, so she did, because she is just that thoughtful.


Maybe she just doesn't want it to pile up, that's far more likely.


She handed him a plain, white envelope, clearly addressed to him. 


"I don't recognize the sender, are you sure it's for me?" , he said eyeing the sender address.


She gave him the sort of condescending look that adults give children, and walked away. Confused, but not wanting to be a bother, he walked right down the hall. He had sat on his bed, and slit the envelope open.


The piece of paper was a sort of fancy stationary, with it being a light shade of lavender, with roses in the corner. Right in the middle were cursive letters, initials, probably, and they spelled out the letters 'S.J'.


He frowned. Certainly nobody his age used stationary like this, and it was written in a sort of spidery cursive, that was barely legible, as though written in a hurry. He strained to read it.


It is with my greatest apologies that I could not meet you in person. You must excuse my hasty note to you, by the time you read this, I will be pursued by a group of certain people.


Do not listen to them, my child. They do not think of the best for you, only for the sake of 'humanity as a whole', with I dare say is something of a joke.


Enclosed is a USB drive with information that must meet the hands of my assistant. He is most likely in hiding. You must seek him out, and give the drive to him. I cannot tell you his name, for if this letter reaches the wrong hands, it will be the end of my legacy. I shall leave you the place and time where a friend of mine will take you instead.


Surely enough, taped to the bottom of the letter was a USB drive, and a sticky note attached to it. The USB drive glinted red, like the blood of a slain creature. What a bizarre choice, Alex thought, and what a bizarre quest this is.


The sticky note, although not very sticky anymore, was neon blue, and the same spidery handwriting was used on this note as well.


"3:00pm, Wednesday. The station down the street. Do not be late."


He gulped. There indeed was a station down the street. Should he go, or not? This seemed pretty important, yet he had never heard the name of this address, or this person. Could he trust them? He glanced at the USB. It couldn't hurt to take a look, could it? Besides, it might reveal what this whole thing is about.


He opened his laptop, and inserted the USB. Stored on the drive was a couple of blueprints for buildings, and some papers on recent events. He dug a little further, and found some reports on items with strange properties. Feeling as though he had gained nothing from this, he closed his computer, and pulled out the USB. 


He set it carefully on his bed stand, within reach. He had a window, he could easily toss it out and never think about it again. Or...he could take the considerably more interesting route.


Debating with himself, he finically came to the conclusion that he should return the drive, I mean, it's the right things to do, right?


"Yes, there's no way he could refuse. I made sure of it."


"So, you're sure he will be at that station, tomorrow, three pm?"


"Good. Tell Agnes that your work here is done. I'll tell you when the time is right."


Chapter Three