“There is no possession more valuable than a good and faithful friend.”
The door opened. Mattie walked in, now dressed as a typical teenager from one of her popular fashion magazines. There was an initial awkward silence. She glanced at Fable who stared at her in confusion and then the young woman crossed her arms. Voltaire cleared his throat and said “Hello Mattie. What do you think of the place?”
“I think this building should be fired from existence,” Mattie said looking around with disgust at the dark room.
“I am in the process of making this a better place,” Voltaire said. “You being here is a massive improvement.”
“I’m not here because I want to be here, remember?” Mattie asked “so just tell me what you want with me, okay?”
“I am hoping we can all be friends,” Voltaire said sincerely.
“You need to blackmail people into being your friends?” Mattie asked “it’s called socializing. Try it.”
“You’re blackmailing her?” Fable asked as he turned around to join the conversation.
“She is exaggerating,” Voltaire said nervously. “Look, you are missing the point. I am gathering people like us together. They are all coming here, to this hotel. We don’t have to be alone anymore because we were abandoned by the one person we trusted. Do you understand how important this all is?”
“Is that right, invisible dude?” Mattie asked “where are they?”
The door banged opened and Jack walked into the lobby holding a large laundry sack over his shoulder. Croft followed Jack into the building holding a brief case and wearing her armor underneath a large coat. She stopped and stared at Fable in confusion, before she walked up to him and asked “are you becoming a criminal?”
“No,” Fable said “I seem to be here just to make friends.”
Croft did not have the words to reply to that, so she stared at him in confusion, while Quinn entered the hotel lobby. Quinn’s long black hair reached her waist as she hummed a small song to let Voltaire know that she had arrived. She continued to hum the melody when she noticed other people arriving. Once everyone in the room was looking at her, Quinn beamed with happiness and ended her performance. Voltaire smiled to himself, but he knew that before he greeted Quinn, he had to make sure Croft would not run out on him.
Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely for your entertainment.