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“I could be a prince. Are you a princess?” he asked the air. There was no response though and he slowly realized that he was, once again, completely alone in this place. He sighed, unsatisfied, and started once more on his path. There was something though, that caught his eye. As she’d turned him around, lead him back and forth, she had directed him at a small homey cafe. He had to laugh at the name, “JoesCups”, as a reference as to why they were there. There was some outdoor seating and, on the one closest to him, there was a large bouquet of forget-me-nots and blue roses. He was fairly certain that the girl he’d been speaking to had a favorite color. Leaning up against the vase there was an envelope and he knew that it was for him. He went over and lifted it, finding that it was overly perfumed to the point of headache inducing and the handwriting on it was ridiculously curled and decorative. “Mr. Valentini.” Whoever this girl was, she had an idea as to what sort of refined taste she wanted, but she hadn’t quite figured out how to curate it. His curiosity was too great to treat the envelope with reverence and he tore it open to find a light blue sheet of paper underneath, the writing on it still over the top and, added to that, written in gold ink. “My dear Mr. Valentini, you are cordially invited to my tea party, where we shall sup on the finest Earl Grey and scones. High fashion, especially a crown or hat, is requested but if you do not have such a hat one will be procured for you. Tea will be served at 2pm on Thursday, the 22nd. I greatly look forward to your arrival and to speak with you further, your new friend, E.M.”

“Shit!” he grit out before realizing it, the teeth of a bear trap digging fiercely into his calf. He fell to one knee, grabbing the sides of it, and pulling on it, trying to get that metal out of himself. “There you are!” the figure cackled and the loop broke, he was running towards Sebastian. The pain was just a slick burn in his leg for the moment, cold daggers that threatened to numb his leg. He still had a few seconds before it would flare into agony. He tore the trap open the rest of the way, freeing himself and falling back as the ax came down, right where his neck had been a millisecond before. The figure pulled back, ready for another swipe as Sebastian fought to get back on his feet. “After all this time, you still haven’t learned to look where your going?” Sebastian could see him now, could see the sores and the puss, his irises yellow as red encroached the whites of his eyes. He looked the same, was dressed the same, after all this time. He held the ax like it was a part of him, a smile as if it would break his face in two and he would laugh as it did. His voice was wrecked and his skin was peeling with something that Sebastian had only learned after the fact to call a Haunting. “Joseph?” he gasped. The Haunted parody threw the ax down again, barely missing Sebastian’s chest as he swiveled on his good leg, letting the bad one work as a ballast to help him balance.

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