"Here we are, Miss," the boat driver smiled, glancing around the dark area they were in. They had been on the boat for hours, it was already 11 PM or so.

"Oh, thank you!" The ginger smiled, picking up her small suitcase. "So, is this the-"

"Shhh, be quiet. Yeah, it's the-" she looked around, leaning in. "Shopping District. Big yellow place over there is Town Hall, nice place. Mayor and his chumps stay over there, so may want to steer away from there."

Before Cleo could ask anything about the remark, the boat driver was pushing her off the small ship onto the verdant grass. "Be quiet, I gotta go."

"Wait, why are you-" and she was gone.

Cleo sighed, looking around the place she was in.

It was a small area of grass, behind two or three buildings. One was to her right and of many clashing colors, Cleo couldn't stand looking at it. The one to her right was a small building, with a red shingle roof and sandstone walls. On its right was a small office building, with a large 'HH' on the roof. The ginger contemplated her choices for a moment before walking the path up to the area next to the HH building.

Once she got there, she glanced in one of the many windows lining the walls of the place. A man sat at a small desk, filing through some newspapers before pinning one to the wall under a sign marked 'Issue 56'.

After a quick walk around the building, Cleo brought together the fact that this was the newspaper press, the Hermiton Herald. It was most likely run by that guy inside.

Cleo decided not to be amazed by a newspaper press and to adventure around the island.

Now there was a new challenge. Go left, towards the town hall; right, towards another mess of colors, or straight forward, to a large building made of dark wood and glass panels as its walls. "Stay away from the Town Hall" echoed through her head as she walk into the large glass building. Looking around, the floor was a dirty spruce, full of splinters ready to grab at someone's feet. There were weathered chests on every wall, and a short man yelling at someone in a wing extruding the regular rectangle of the build.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?" The man yelled, looking up at another person. "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO HELP ME! NOW LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" he flung his arm out towards a large hole in one of the windows.

"Mister Grian, I was thinking-" the other tried, monotone voice seemingly not breaking to the other's yells.

"DON'T 'MISTER GRIAN' ME! YOU BROKE MY FUCKING WINDOW!" His face was bright red with rage, one hand over a sword on his belt.

"Sir, it was all an accident, I-"

"SUUURE! I KNOW IT WAS YOU WHO TOOK OUT THE MYCELIUM AROUND THE SHOPS!"

"Sir, if you would just-"

"SHUT UP!" The man snapped, flying off with the old mechanical wings he had strapped to his back, leaving some smoke to add to the light fog in the shop.

The figure turned to Cleo, his red eyes wide open.

"Uh-" Cleo's eyes were wider than even his, fear struck through every bone in her body. "I-"

"It's okay," the man said. "He gets angry sometimes."

Cleo was shook. How could this guy take getting screamed at lightly? What had that guy done to him? She slowly walked forward, placing her hand on the man's shoulder-

Wait.

The man's shoulder was weird. It didn't feel like any person's shoulder. It was hard and cold, she could feel it through his thin sweater. "What-"

"Oh, you haven't seen?" the man smiled quietly, taking one of the dim lanterns from the wall to the two of them. Cleo gasped.

"You-"

"Yep, I'm just a robot."

The ginger gawked at him, looking at his metallic, silver skin to his dirty brown hair. "I- I like your hair?"

"Thanks," the man smiled. Mister Grian just threw on this fake hair, it's not much. Your hair is nice, though."

"Eh, I beg to differ. Now, could you show me around town? I'm new here."

"Of course, if you tell me your name," he smirked, taking her hand and walking across the barge to another road.

"Cleo, Cleo Zaaron. You?"

"Oh, well..." he trailed off. "Mister Grian just calls me 'Robot Grian,' really," he looked away, glancing around the shopping district.

"Oh! Well, we'll need to get you a new name, then."

Robot Grian's head snapped back to look at the zombie. "What?!"

"That Grian guy was really being a bitch there. You seem way better, you don't deserve a name like that,"

"Oh, one moment," Robot Grian glanced at his watch before looking at the starry sky. "Something is going to happen, but it messes up sometimes." Just as he said that, the sky snapped to a bright blue, the sun beaming down onto the pair.

"Wha-"

ding

"What was that!?" Cleo glanced around wearily.

"Oh, it seems that Mister BdoubleO slept just now. He has done that every night for years now."

"D- Does anybody else sleep, then?" 

"Oh, sometimes. Quite rarely, though. Now, I want to show you some of my friends."

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Aaand here! I'm writing a lot more nowadays, and more shortish chapters; so I decided to go quite a bit longer ::)

Bye-bye, I'll be back soon ::D