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✩that tight little dress✩ - namjoon x reader kinktober #2

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day two - roleplay

reader! afab!reader, fem!reader

word count! 1.9k words

tags! roleplay, wall sex, unprotected sex (don't do that.), dirty talk, self-indulgent degradation

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The man across the bar is staring at you like he’s starving. Deep, dark eyes slowly roaming over your body, lips pressed together in an attempt to keep from drooling. His finger strokes across the top of his thigh nervously. The deep red dress that hugs your figure is drawing him in, begging him to come over and flirt with you. Begging him to come over and take you back to his place. He wants to get to know every inch of your body, to rip that dress off and figure out who you are.

That’s the storyline, anyway.

You’ve decided to try something different with your boyfriend. You wouldn’t have guessed it when you started dating, but him being into roleplay made more sense as time went on. You’ve tried tons of different scenarios- college professor and his student dying for extra credit, massage therapist, royalty and their favorite suitor, forbidden lovers. But never pretending to be strangers. It seemed a little odd to him at first- why would you want to fuck a stranger when he’s right at home? But then you explained it to him-

You get the thrill and rush of feeling like you’re doing something naughty, something new. But you have the guaranteed safety net and emotional closeness of your pre-existing relationship. Once it became less about strangers and more about thrill-seeking, he was a hundred percent on board.

That’s what brought you to this dark nightclub. In your tight little dress, in your light little heels, with your tight little pussy aching to be stuffed full of cock. But you haven’t “met” him yet, so that’s entirely out of the question. At least let the man buy you a drink before he lets him take you home.

The tall man practically glides over to you, standing a stool away from you. He waits for your eyes to meet him before

“I know you probably don’t want to hear it from me, but you look stunning.” He opens. You smile, heart fluttering now that the scene has truly started. You giggle, trying to cover up the nerves.

“Thank you! I wanted to look nice tonight, but stunning is even better.”

“For tonight?” He wonders. “You have something special going on? I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“I’m supposed to meet up with some friends.” You shrug, as if these non-existent friends are more party buddies than true confidants. “But don’t worry about imposing- I'd Much rather talk with you. I’m Y/N. What’s your name?”

“Kim Namjoon.” He smiles, sitting in the barstool next to you. “You have a lovely name, Y/N.”

You two continue to play the scene out over drinks. It’s fun to pretend to be these alter egos. It’s not anything special, but seeing how different your dynamic could’ve been if you met differently, or were different people, is certainly interesting. It doesn’t take long before you’re both slightly sick of the acting, though, and want to get to a different kind of fun. Namjoon breaks the silence first and clears his throat.

“Are you still meeting with your friends?” He asks. You roll your eyes, drinking the rest of your whiskey.

“No, I’m not.” You say, completely indifferent. “Why?” Namjoon finishes his own drink before responding.

“I was wondering if you’d like to rest at my place. I’d hate for you to go home alone, and I’m sober enough to drive.”

“Why wouldn’t I just go back to mine? Make you drop me off?” You say indignantly. Something in his eyes shifts. They seem sharper, more direct. Your stomach clenches at the change.

“Because we both know what you really want,” He whispers, leaned in right next to your ear. “And I certainly can’t let you go home unsatisfied.” And that’s all it takes. Within minutes, you’ve paid the tab and left the bar.

He drives you back to “his” place, touching you the whole way. For just a moment, he dips his hand down between your legs. He doesn’t touch you, mind you, he wouldn’t dare risk fucking you in the back seat. But the closeness, the hovering, the heat of his fingers. It all makes you bite the inside of your cheek and clench your thighs together. He’s pleased with this reaction and places his hand back on top of your leg.

He barely manages to get you through the front door before his hand has fully slipped inside your dress. He thought about you while you were walking up the stairs, but he’s fed up now. He just wants to touch you, to feel how wet you are for him. His long fingers slide over the slick bottom of your panties and he relishes in just how soaked you are.

“This worked up over a man you just met.” He clicks his tongue disapprovingly. “Shameful little girl, aren’t you?”

“Don’t be such an a-ass.” You snap, trying your best not to stammer. He’s not making it easy. He slips your panties to the side and sticks a finger inside your soaked cunt, testing the waters. The way your walls ache to clench around it tells him you need more. Ever the gentleman, that’s exactly what he gives you.

He pulls you into a kiss, the taste of whiskey still strong on his tongue. You moan into the kiss, grinding your clit down against the rough palm of his hand. He follows suit, moving his hand in small, controlled circles as he finger-fucks you.

“I can’t wait to go to bed” He huffs. “Just let me fuck you right here.”

“I don’t know… what if you drop me?” You know he won’t. He’s fucked you up against the wall pleanty of times. But you wanna hear him assure you.

“I never would. Trust me, I’d have to be one stupid bastard to let you fall. You’ve trusted me this much, and I know you’re aching for some cock. Just trust me one more time.” He slips a hand under your thigh, stroking your soft skin as he awaits your okay.

“Fine.” You sigh. “Pick me up.”

Without hesitation, he does just that. He hoists you up against the wall, holding you in one arm and pressing the two of your bodies into the wall for added support. After miraculously removing his clothing from the waist down, he taps the sides of your thigh

You sling your legs over his hips, finally letting him support your weight. He teases your folds with the tip of his cock, fat head threatening to break you as it pushes in. You moan behind bitten lips, almost drowning out the growled “fuck” that slips out of the man before you.

His thick cock fits nearly perfectly within your plush pussy. Despite acting like you’ve never met, it’s clear your cunt has molded to his shape. It’s like he’s been designed to fill you up and hit all those spots every time. The perfect cock, all for you.

Namjoon kisses you again, pushing you further into the wall as he begins thrusting. Because of the curl in your stomach, he’s instantly rubbing up against your g-spot. He fucks you hard and slow, desperate to feel each moan of yours vibrate on his lips.

“You’re such a slut. He spits between kisses. “You let a man you’ve never met rawdog you in his entryway? What a shame…”

“I’m not a slu-” You attempt to protest. He chuckles and kisses you, swallowing your response.

He drops his hands down to your pussy, playing with your clit as he fucks you. The double stimulation is incredible, it’s got your mind going blank as he pushes you against the wall against and again. You’re probably going to have bruises on your shoulder blades but it doesn’t matter.

The sex is filthy. You can’t stop moaning, you can’t shut up. Your pussy is sopping wet, and each thrust fills the air with disgustingly lewd noises. Your creamy cunt is dripping everywhere, soaking his upper thighs and dripping out onto the floor. He’s teasing your clit like he isn’t pounding into your stomach, like you aren’t already about to cum. You’re babbling, going on and on about how good it feels and how happy you are it’s his cock filling you up. He tries to shut you up with kisses, but he’s getting drunk off your ramblings and can’t stop.

“You’re shameless…ngh- fuck!”

“Mhm! Mhm!” You nod desperately. You are. You’re clawing at the fabric of his shirt, desperate to get even closer. You want his dick in your stomach, in your throat. You want to be able to taste it from where it stands. Because his fingers and his cock have turned you into some kind of freak and you just want more of it.

“I’m g-gonna cum!” You pant. “Gonna cum s-soon~!” He speeds up a little bit, both his pelvis and fingers. You reach your climax, screaming in pleasure as you cream over his throbbing cock. He fucks you through your high, not giving a single shit about how sensitive you may be or how this may end for him.

Your legs shake and squeeze his sides as you ride out your orgasm, desperate for more and for it to be over at the same time. He’s still pounding into you relentlessly, and he grabs your jaw to make you look at him.

“You see how good that felt? See how good it feels to be a slut for me? You think anyone else could’ve given you that tonight? No one else would’ve bothered. But I took care of that cunt of yours. You got that?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Sir? Aren’t you ob- fucking hell- obedient-!” His hard persona is faltering, and you can tell it’s because he’s getting close to finishing himself. He can only take so much, but his hand falls right back to teasing your clit and swollen lips. He’s desperate for you to enjoy it for just as long as he does.

Your cumming has made it difficult for him, though. The extra warmth, softness, and tightness makes it feel like you’ve become a succubus, and he wants nothing more than to give his soul to you.

His thrusts are becoming erratic and sloppy. He’s chasing a high he’s far too close to, desperate to cum inside you. Desperate to defile that perfect cunt. His breathing is ragged and fast, he sounds like he’s been running for hours. And you still can’t get a single word out. You try. You try and you try. But the pounding of his cock and his fingers on your swollen clit make the words catch in your throat and come out and moans, curses or whines. Because all you can feel, all you’re aware of.

You two end up finishing at the same time. You reach a second orgasm, creaming all over his thick shaft. This is what finally does it for him, and he finishes inside of you. You feel your insides flood with hot, sticky cum as he leans against the wall to support your weight. His thighs are shaking against yours, and he’s trying to control his breathing. He swallows hard, trying to calm down before speaking.

“I’m so glad I met you.” He sighs, a smile tugging at his lips. He’s not acting anymore. This is much deeper, much more real. You smile, dropping your head in lieu of giving him a hug.

“I’m glad I met you, too.”

You come to an unspoken agreement to stay like that for just a second longer. Just until you can stand on your own again.

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and that's day two. this one is a little more disjointed cuz i literally banged this out in under two hours. sorry about that. hope y'all enjoyed tho <3

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#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #bts #bts smut #bts namjoon #kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #wall sex #smut #kpop #kpop smut #sorry this was rushed it's literally 11:08pm rn and i'm sick #roleplay

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park-jimin-isnt-real · 7 months

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🍂 pairing: namjoon x reader (platonic) 🍂 rating: pg 🍂 au: "over the garden wall"-esque 🍂 genre: autumn?? a lil spooky, a lil whimsy, a lil mystery; not quite angst, not quite fluff 🍂 this part: You learn a bit more about Devil Town and what you're doing here... and maybe bargain part of your soul away in the process? It's hard to tell. 🍂 tw: blood! 🍂 wc: ~4.1k 🍂 track: Devil Town ~ Cavetown: "You said something dumb again, she's mad, at least that's what they say." (sub-track, Female Robbery ~ The Neighbourhood) 🍂 devil town masterlist 🍂 main masterlist 🍂 an: part two is late but here! thanks to @theharrowing for being my beta and shout out to @sailoryooons for providing me with the creepy autumn vibes songs for the rest of these! i hope you enjoy reading this, please let me know what you think!!

"All that was lost is revealed..."

You blinked.

You didn't remember closing your eyes, and you certainly hadn't meant to. This time, when you opened them, a warm wooden ceiling greeted you. You soon registered the bed beneath you, rather than the wood of the bench from the forest.

You only blinked.

How had time passed so quickly? It was dark when the Fool originally led you to this room, this temporary space for you to reside in.

It was dark, wasn't it?

You couldn't remember the exact details. Was it light outside when the Guide found you? You couldn't see the sky through the trees, but surely you would've been able to tell the difference between day and night.

You looked out the window. It was still misty. The streetlights were on, or lit, or however they were producing light. There seemed to be no change from when you first arrived here to now.

But you had definitely slept.

You didn't feel any rested though.

You felt like you had only blinked.

You stood up, brushing your fingers through your hair, roughly working out any tangles you found. This was a strange place, with strange people, but you wouldn't find the way home by remaining in this room and blinking. You pulled the wardrobe open and decided to change clothes.

The shirts and skirts and pants hanging were all rather plain-looking. Simple colors, basic patterns, and perhaps a little too big for you, but you didn't mind. You chose a white turtleneck sweater and black trousers, nothing that would draw anyone's attention to you.

A large part of you dreaded opening the door, dreaded descending the steps, wanted to stay curled up in the safety of this room. You didn't know why. Why would you be so scared of a doorknob, or a small flight of stairs?

What if the doorknob squeaks? What if the stairs creak?

What if I get caught?

And who was going to "catch" you, the Fool? He seemed friendly enough, offering you a place to stay. He wasn't nearly as ominous as the Guide was.

Nothing would happen. You would be fine.

Turn the knob, open the door, go downstairs. You did it quickly, in order to shut out the voices in your mind that told you to stay safe. The world did not end.

You were okay.

The Fool was up and about, dusting off some of the taller shelves. He turned when he heard you coming, offering you that same dimpled smile.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

You ran your hand through your hair again, a nervous tic you couldn't remember where you got from. "I'm not sure? I don't feel rested at all…" you trailed off, once again looking around at the shelves full of book and trying to not feel so off about it. " How long has it been?"

Was it truly only a blink or did you actually sleep a day away? You only had a month to figure out how to get home.

The Fool finished dusting the shelf he was on as he spoke to you. "Time and sleep work differently in the Unknown than what you're used to. Don't worry about it too much, you'll adjust soon."

Well, that didn't help you feel better at all.

You let the Fool continue his work, giving yourself a chance to really look around at the place you were staying at—beyond the bookshelves.

The wood was dark, and a lovely rug was placed in the center of the shop. There was a table with a set of chairs over in a corner, made of the same cool wood, with a runner draped across the table in the same design as the rug. There was a silver tea set out, but no tea had yet been made.

Try as you did, your gaze kept coming back to the closest shelf, and you couldn't help yourself anymore. "Can I ask you something?"

The Fool followed your eyes, "Is it about the books?"

"Book," you corrected him, "it's about the book."

He smiled again, and this time you wondered if it was a bit condescendingly. "No, books. They are different, you just can't tell yet." He finally stopped dusting, walking over to the main counter where you had first seen him. There were stacks of the same book again, this time decoratively placed on the corners. You followed, and stopped on the opposite side, leaning onto your elbows.

"Different how?"

"You're a very curious person," the Fool said instead.

"I just wanna know where I am and what I'm doing here, it can't be that hard to tell me that."

"You're in Devil Town," he told you, "and figuring out why is a part of being here."

That was a first. The Guide hadn't mentioned anything about that. You cocked your head a bit, asking, "What do you mean?"

"Most people don't get the option of coming to Devil Town," he explained (and you were grateful to have an actual explanation). "They simply move on to the Great Unknown, without much prompting or help. Lost souls like you —like all of us were at one point—only come to Devil Town because we're looking for something or we're running from something."

Whatever you're running from, it won't catch you here. It can't.

That's what the Guide had told you before you met the Fool. Had the Guide already known why Devil Town appealed to you?

But he also said he couldn't tell you what you were doing here, in the Unknown, in Devil Town. Was that meant to be a clue? A loophole he could exploit to point you in the right direction?

Was remembering what you were "running from" the way to going back home? (And, if you were running from it, did you really want to go back to it?)

"Which one were you?" You asked the Fool, instead of the plethora of other questions bouncing around in your head.

His smile didn't drop, but it did turn the tiniest bit harder. "I don't remember," he answered dismissively. "Now, are you ready to choose who you are?"

"I still don't understand what that means." No one in Devil Town had actual names, the Guide had told you that, but you still didn't understand why. Simplifying a person down to a single label was wrong; people were so much more multifaceted than that.

"Look around the shelves and find the blank book," the Fool instructed you, gesturing to the shelves behind you. You didn't really want to look at the shelves, but figured there was no true harm to be found.

It wasn't like one of the books was going to open itself up and bite down on your hand or anything.

Right?

It didn't take you very long to find what he was talking about. On the third shelf from the top, on the second bookshelf, there was a book that didn't have anything on it. It was the same brown the rest of the books were, same height and thickness, but the title was missing. You carefully pulled it from its place and took it back to the counter.

"Good, now what was on the spine next to the book?" the Fool asked. You looked at him strangely for a moment, because couldn't he see what the title of all the books was? But he also said they were actually different, and you couldn't tell yet...

The longer you spent in the shop part of the building the less you liked it.

"It said 'the Runaway'," you answered, still put off by the strange name. It sounded less like a book title and more like what someone here would be called.

"Hmm, interesting," he mused to himself as he inspected the book you brought.

"What's interesting?"

"That means you're in Devil Town because you're running from something."

It won't catch you here.

What were you so afraid of? What were you running from, and why were you scared of getting caught?

"So I'm the Runaway?" you asked, just to clarify that's how this was working. "That's my new name?"

"That is who you are," the Fool stated, like it was never a question in the first place, then handed the book back to you. "And this book is now yours."

"But, this one was blank, the one that said 'the Runaway' is—"

"Look again," he cut you off. Hesitantly, you turned around again, looking at the bookshelves.

You were suddenly in an entirely different bookshop. The shelves and décor hadn't changed, but the books on the shelves were all different now. You slowly approached the nearest shelf, letting your fingers graze across the spines, some fat, some thin, some tall, some short. All different colors, all different titles.

"Everyone gets a book," he continued as you gazed in amazement at the books. "It documents who they were before Devil Town, and the choices they made once they were here, and how they ended up staying."

"Can I read them?" Someone must have figured out how to get home.

"No," he answered, sounding disappointed, "no one can."

You turned to look at him. He looked different without his dimpled smile, more somber and serious, and you didn't like it. "Then why document their lives at all?"

"If we knew why—"

"It wouldn't be the Unknown," you finished for him, "yeah, whatever." You were getting real tired of that excuse. It might be the Unknown but surely there were still some things that were known.

A few of the book titles caught your eye, and you wondered who these people were. One particularly thick book was titled "The Daredevil", while another one, much smaller and thinner, was "The Protector".

And maybe part of you was looking for "The Guide" or "The Fool", and since you couldn't read them anyway there wasn't any harm in looking.

"You'll probably meet some of these people as you explore the town, and you can ask them your questions."

You sighed and finally let your hand fall from the books. "Guess I'll start that, then." You were torn on exploring the town, on meeting the people here; part of you would love to stay here with all the books.

But you couldn't read them anyway.

So you turned and started towards the door, not really ready to venture out into Devil Town, but knowing there wasn't much else for you here helped your feet move forward.

"Wait!" The Fool cried, causing you to turn back to him. "There's one other thing."

"What?"

He looked unsure, like he didn't want to tell you what other thing was involved but he had to. "In order for you to leave with the book, and for it to start documenting, there's something we need to do."

You weren't sure you wanted to do whatever it was, but you also felt like you didn't have a choice. "Oh..kay…" you breathed out as you walked back to the counter.

"Place the book down again and give me your hand." You followed his instructions for the third time. You held your hand out for him to take; his wasn't cold, but it wasn't warm either. In his other hand, he pulled a small paring knife from behind the counter and your eyes went wide.

"This may hurt."

That was your only warning before his grip on you tightened and the knife slid across your palm, leaving a perfectly straight, shallow line in its trail. The Fool then flipped your hand over, pressing the cut on the cover of the book. Blood seeped out of the cut, onto the cover, in between your fingers, probably leaving behind a messy, bloody handprint.

You looked up from your hand to glare at the Fool, still holding it in place, still keeping his gaze down. He was muttering something under his breath, but you couldn't make out the words or read his lips. Then he looked up at you.

The Fool's eyes glowed yellow-white, nearly perfect circles, and his body turned shadow-black. All the light from the room was sucked out, channeling itself in the book and into him. The hand holding yours down resembled claws. You tried pulling away, but his grip was iron-tight.

"Let me go!"

"Common souls plain as bread must hold me o’er ‘til better fall dead."

His voice was deeper, more echoing and booming than you had ever heard. You grabbed onto your trapped wrist, hoping to get enough leverage to slide free.

You blinked.

The Fool let go of your hand and you fell backward, landing ungracefully on your behind. The light had returned to the shop, and the Fool looked normal again, all dimpled smiles and normal eyes.

"Sorry about that," he said, ducking his head a bit, as if he were embarrassed, as if he didn't just go through the quickest and most traumatizing transformation. "I've found that just cutting people is faster and easier than explaining it to them."

You couldn't care less about that at this point.

"What was that?!" You demanded to know as you pushed yourself up from the ground.

The Fool had the audacity to look confused. "What was what?"

Your eyebrows shot up. Was he actually doing this right now? After what he just said to you?? "All the darkness and the glowing eyes and the creepy sayings!!" You glanced back and forth between him and the book sitting on the countertop. It looked like your bloody handprint had already dried, somehow.

(And if you were paying attention, you'd notice that the cut on your hand had healed entirely as well.)

"What glowing eyes and creepy sayings?" He asked you, still playing dumb. "I cut your hand and put it on the book, nothing else happened."

He was actually trying to gaslight you right now. He had to be, but you couldn't imagine why that would be the route he was taking. Why not just tell you that he couldn't tell you what happened, chalk it up to being in the Unknown or whatever? Why was he outright deliberately lying to you?

"Ugh!" You screamed out in frustration, not the most clever thing you could've said but it was all that you could think of in the moment. You grabbed the book off the counter and stormed out of the bookshop, just barely hearing the Fool sigh behind you:

"I said something dumb again, didn't I?"

You stomped along the streets, passing people dressed much better for the chilly weather than you were. You knew there were jackets in your wardrobe, but you were too mad to go back for one right now.

Also, you couldn't really go back at this point. You didn't know the layout of the town (the Guide hadn't really given you a tour or anything, just dropped you off with the Fool) and there were no posted maps anywhere. You didn't want to disturb anyone out and about, either, so you settled for calming down a bit and walking around until you found a bench to sit on.

And you sat there, on the bench, your book in your lap, your limbs shivering ever so slightly, and you watched the people roam about.

You weren't sure where exactly you were, or how long you were there,

You only blinked.

At one point, you looked down at the book in your lap, red handprint looking up at you like it didn't know why you were so upset with it.

"I'm going home," you said out loud. "Do you understand, mystical book that's now blood-bound to me? Home."

"You're going home?"

The new voice shocked you, and you looked over your shoulder to see someone in a long, bright red coat, black pants just barely sticking out the bottom. His silver hair was being blown by the gentle wind, and his wide eyes looked at you intensely.

"Who are you?" you asked him, feeling nervous around this new person. You didn't want to have another encounter like you just had with the Fool.

"That doesn't matter right now," he dismissed your question, then bit his plump lip. "You said you're going home?"

"Not yet," you admitted to him, though you weren't sure why. "I've only been here a day, I think."

"So there's a chance you could still stay." He perked up at that idea, and that made you more curious. The Guide and the Fool had both been pretty ambivalent about you staying in Devil Town or leaving, but the newcomer was excited about you sticking around.

"Why do you care? And who are you?" You tried asking again, hoping this time he would tell you. Then a familiar voice rang closer.

"There you are!" The Fool ran towards you—still sitting on the bench, your book now being clutched closely to your chest. You wished it was something else, something softer. Something you were more used to holding like this.

A teddy bear, perhaps.

The Fool was slightly out of breath when he stopped in front of you, something large and black draped over his arm. He started handing the object to you when the person behind you spoke again.

"Fool," he said in way of greeting, voice colder than when he spoke to you.

"Loner," the Fool nodded to him, barely acknowledging him.

You turned again to look at the Loner, at the one the Guide had specifically told you to stay away from. He looked the most harmless of the ones you had met so far, what could have been so bad about him?

"Is she yours?" The Loner asked the Fool.

"For the time—" The Fool started to answer, but he was cut off.

"Because she has a book now."

"Yes, but—"

"So shouldn't she be on her own?"

"Can you stop talking about me like I'm not here?" You asked, starting to get upset all over again. You looked back and forth between the two, wondering what the Loner meant and still why you were supposed to stay away from him.

"Yes, sorry," the Fool addressed you for a moment, before looking at the Loner again. "I can take care of this," he insisted, "please go."

It took the Loner a minute to respond. "Alright."

Then he turned and walked away, without so much as a goodbye to you. You watched him retreat, even as the Fool sat down next to you.

"I'm glad I found you," he said quietly.

Your gaze shot to him, and your anger was reignited. "Why, so you can tell me more creepy things and then pretend they didn't happen?"

"No, I—" He broke off with a sigh. "I'm sorry about what happened, because clearly something did happen."

"And you just don't remember it?" You still didn't believe him, but perhaps his apology was sincere. He did look sorry for scaring you off, at least.

"I don't," he admitted, "truly." The Fool let out another sigh, looking away from you now. "I was thinking, maybe I should tell you some things about Devil Town and how it all works."

Well, that would be a start, both to him making it up to you and to you better understand why you were here and how you could get home. You took a deep breath, holding the cool air inside your lungs for a moment before exhaling and responding.

"That would be really nice, actually."

So the Fool sat down beside you and finally offered you the black object. You fussed with it for a moment, turning it this way and that, before discovering it was a long jacket. He had brought you a jacket but had foregone one himself.

You wrapped the fabric around your shoulders, huddling into it, grateful for the way it helped shield you from the chill. "Thank you," you told him, then met his eyes. He had a hint of that smile on his face again, but his eyes were still somber, carrying the weight of whatever he was about to tell you. After a minute passed without him saying anything, you prompted, "Well?"

"Well," the Fool repeated. He took a breath of his own before delving into it all. "Due to the nature of being in the Unknown, there's not a lot that we know about Devil Town. What we do know is what we can remember, and that gets documented in the books."

You both looked at the book now sitting in your lap as he continued, "It's Devil Town that chooses who you are. When you're in this probationary time like you are now, it pulls from your life before, but if you manage to stay in Devil Town you can change who you are. I was the Bookkeeper before I was the Fool."

"Why did it change?"

The Fool sighed, long and heavy, before answering. "Because I made a very foolish deal with a very powerful entity in order to stay here, and part of that deal is what I believe happened with you back at the shop."

"All the darkness and the glowing eyes and the creepy sayings?" You repeated your words from after that moment, this time asking rather than accusing.

He nodded, "I don't remember what happened, nor what purpose it serves to the Beast who offered me the deal. But I am sorry that it frightened you."

The two of you sat in silence for a bit as you absorbed all this information. The more you learned about Devil Town, the less you wanted to stay here, the more you wanted to make your way back home.

Somewhere in between the soft rustling of wind through leaves, or distant steps and quiet chatter among people, you thought you heard a twig snap behind you. Your head turned to look over your shoulder, to see if perhaps someone was there.

There wasn't.

But it reminded you of the new person you had met before the Fool found you. "Why did the Guide warn me to stay away from the Loner?" you asked, still gazing behind you, waiting to see if he would appear again. "He seemed nice enough."

The Fool huffed a laugh. "The Guide is just overprotective, don't listen to him. The Loner is… well, he's alone, and he's been here longest of us all." You turned to look at him again as he continued. "The Guide probably thinks that the Loner will try to convince you to stay in Devil Town, but the Guide doesn't wish this for anyone. He would rather people travel to the Great Unknown. Himself included."

"Well, I don't want to stay in Devil Town. I want to go home." You believed that if you said it enough, you would manifest the right path into existence, or perhaps get enough clues to get you there on your own.

"Time changes all things," the Fool smiled, dimples prominent on his cheeks. "You may not feel so at the end of the month." He finally stood, stretching his arms over his head, then turned to look at you. "Take the book with you as you explore. As long as you're on probation, you can read through it."

"But once my month is up—"

"It will join all the others on the shelf. If you do go home, or end up in the Great Unknown, then your story will stop there. But if you come back to Devil Town, it will continue to document your happenings."

"Any advice for exploring?" you decided to ask before he left you alone again. The Fool's hands were in his pockets, and he looked ready to leave back to the comfort and warmth of the bookshop.

"Be careful who you talk to, and more careful who you trust." The Fool warned you. His warning sounded awfully similar to the one the Guide had left for you, albeit less sinister. "And stay away from the river," he added, almost as an afterthought, "especially if you're by yourself."

With that, the Fool turned and began walking away, back to his little shop, and you looked down at the book—your book—once more. It hadn't changed at all since you came to this bench, but it felt bigger than before, more important now.

You couldn't remember how you got here, but the book would document everything that happened to you while you were here. And before your month was up, you could read through it. Was this how you got home? Exploring and remembering and piecing things together?

You curled the book to your chest again, huddling further underneath the jacket. The Fool had told you time moved differently here, so you decided to make time move.

You blinked.

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