After the last phone call, Sinbad was left bored and lonely.
Marc had yet to return from the store, and the TV wasn’t giving the right mood he wanted. Shutting it off, he got up and wandered the area.
“Does it really take that long to buy a fucking piece of fruit?” He muttered to himself as he went back into the atelier. There, he took a closer look at the items that had surrounded him the other night. Most of it was art-related, like an easel and huge pottery wheel.
Out of curiosity, Sinbad turned the wheel with his foot. In response, it creaked at him as it slowly spun a little bit.
Next to it, a large amount of art supplies sat. Many different-sized pieces of raw sculpting materials were still wrapped, awaiting to be turned into the next work of art.
There was also a smell that hung in the air. It wasn’t an unpleasant one, only unfamiliar to him. The best way for him to describe it was indeed ‘artsy’.
Taking a long inhale, all he could really say was ‘huh’.
When she was handed a pen and paper, Annette then stood off to the side to conjure up her questions to ask.
She knew she could just ask them directly, but this way she’d get to keep the answers hidden someplace else. If nothing else, she could also ask them to destroy it.
Many of the questions felt so personal, she almost didn’t put them down. Only her need for answers let her do so. When Annette wrote down all the questions she could think of, she handed the paper to the Twin.
“I can come back later to see these, right?” To this, the Twin nodded. Taking the paper, they then silently requested that she leave.
They were already answering the first few inquiries by the time she left the passage.
In the floor below her, Annette could hear Moony crying. What she could hear was him lamenting the smell of entrails about him. Seeing no one else to bother on this floor, she went to investigate.
On her way down, however, Annette bumped into Horse-Face. This brief interaction was still enough for her to bare her teeth at him out of anger.
Despite her reaction, Horse-Face only nodded once in greeting. He then continued his way upstairs, likely to go visit the ones in hiding.
Sinbad was rifling through some abstract paintings when Marc returned home.
He noticed that not one of the canvases had the last name “Clay” on the back, only “Brandt”. There was also the notable issue of them looking dark and angry in various ways.
One such painting was in his hands when Marc poked his head into the atelier.
“Find anything cool?” His smile faded when he realized what Sinbad was holding. “Oh…You found…”
The vague morbidity was at least enough to be commented on. “I’d probably be more creeped out if I knew what the fuck I was looking at. Or less. I don’t know, like I said…”
Walking to stand next to him, Marc took the painting from Sinbad’s hands. “It’s, uh…If it’s one of my rage paintings, I might not know. I don’t remember any of the rage-y parts of living here so good.”
“And why, dare I ask, were you raging?” Even though he only really knew him for less than a day, Sinbad couldn’t picture Marc getting mad over anything.
Marc’s expression turned somber, and his arms dropped to his side. “It’s…kind of a stupid reason. Over a woman. You uh…How well did you know the other neighbors around this island?”
Being called into work early was agonizing now at this point. Dennis still had no choice as he slipped his boots on, and pulled on his work outfit.
Shark and Sagebear had yet to return from their little walk. Therefore, he had no chance of discussing matters of utmost importance right now.
“Maybe I should check the shopping list for later…” Pulling his hair into the now-usual ponytail, Dennis stumbled into the kitchen to check.
As expected, nearly the entire list consisted of things for Sagebear. Only one or two things pertained to him and Shark. Seeing who had top priority at least got him to grin a little.
He was then out the door. As he left, Shark and Sagebear were finally coming up the sidewalk. A cold glare at his father said enough about what Shark thought of Dennis now. At least Sagebear’s reaction was far more accepting.
Later, Annette saw that Sunny and Moony were too busy with cooking to talk to her. The Builder was also hiding in another room, presumably working on another project.
Reaching the top floor again, she was stopped by a hand grabbing her by the arm. A look revealed it to be The Builder in another room. The makings of the room were hidden to her.
“What…?” Annette felt their bony hand reach further towards her left hand, grabbing hold of the ring on her finger.
“Yeah, I’m gonna need this for something I’m working on, so…Yoink!” With that, they pried it off with ease. Before Annette could protest, they slithered back into the room.
Grabbing hold of the doorknob, Annette tried to pull it back open. Her efforts were rendered futile; The door simply wouldn’t budge.
“Hey! Give me that ring back!” Even though it wasn’t the one she originally wanted, Annette was still aware of the value it contained. For ‘the blood of a hundred sinners’ was nothing to sneeze at.
After several more minutes of struggling, Annette gave up and trudged back to her room. To her surprise, an envelope sat on the bed waiting for her.
“That was quick,” she said to herself. Taking hold of the envelope, she unfolded the paper and glanced at the contents within.