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the "There is Someone Else Here" meme

Rules:

Roll the RNG 1-20 and choose a location.
Post with your character and the number.
Your character is now in that location and must believe or at least suspect that they are completely alone.
Tag someone with your character; your character is now in that location with theirs.
The second character may believe they are alone, or they may not. Maybe they are looking for the first character, or maybe they are coming after them. Maybe it's just a chance meeting.
Malicious intent/violence is not mandatory, but possible.

1) At home, alone.

2) A forest/wood. It could be day or night.

3) A bad part of town, at night. There is nobody around, and very few street lights.

4) A school. Nobody should be here at this hour.

5) A dilapidated, old hotel. You're stuck, and need a place to stay, but nobody is at the front desk.

6) A hospital. Any kind, and you are trying to leave.

7)  Your car has broken down on a long, deserted road.  It is night.

8) An abandoned farm. There is an old barn, a ruined house, and a scarecrow stuck in a cornfield that goes for miles.

9)  A theme park, complete with circus and house of mirrors.

10)  A morgue.

11) A castle. Nobody comes here anymore, and you don't think anybody lives here.

12) A wharf. There are old warehouses around you, and it's too foggy to see more than several feet ahead.

13) A dark cave. You might have a small light, or not. The rock walls are sharp, and you can hear something in the distance, maybe running water, maybe something else.

14) An abandoned lighthouse. The lamp doesn't work anymore.

15) Shipwrecked on a very small, rocky island. The tide is coming in, and you'll be stuck very soon.

16) A larger boat, maybe even a yacht. The smell of salt is from the sea surrounding you.

17) A completely black room. It's impossible to see a thing, and you can't even feel the walls.

18) A maze. Whether it's hedges or rooms, you are completely lost and nobody is there to help you.

19) A research station. Whether it's the Amazon, the Sahara, or the Arctic, it is not an easy place to reach.

20) Space. Whether a craft of your own, or a space station, you are very alone.

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[THERE IS ALWAYS TIME FOR EATING

He continues on, however, though he is only getting closer to the smell of dead fish, to the blood of the sea spilled upon docks and dinghies and salty pebbles. The brine seems to have collected into the fog, rendering his nostrils and eyes assaulted by tiny specks of salt.

I was uncertain. Things can happen, after all. Many strange things can happen.]

[The fish were curious, too. If this was were really as abandoned as it seemed, the amount of dead fish was rather striking. It's not really his mystery to solve.]

Can, and do. Why don't you tell me how you ended up here?

[He doesn't say anything, nay. He has just spotted the carcasses of the fish, and among the tuna and albacore is a large shark. All their heads have been done away with, oozing red insides poking out like neon paint against a gray and dull canvas. Shark. There is a seafood delicacy if he ever could imagine one.

And so he begins towards it, aiming to rend the decaying flesh of the shark between his massive teeth and partake in the predatory, ginormous fish.

Mother, I have said I do not know. I simply do not. Is there something you are not telling me?]

What reason would I have to lie to you about this?

[But then, although he means to go on, he's much more preoccupied by the fact they moving towards the gross pile of fish rather than away from it.]

You're not...going to eat that, are you?

[Don't be an elitist, Mom, just because you're not a total monster.

Without replying, he puts one hoof on neck of the shark and leans down to pick it up ever so easily, the nearly ten-foot long dead, rotten body hanging out of his mouth while giant pools of drool gather beneath him. Nnnngh seafood, so delicious. A good reason to come to the Wharf of Creepiness.

Not that anything was really creepy aside from a giant, eight-legged horse happily nickering with a dead, headless shark in his mouth.

What do you think?]

[Since he's on Sleipnir's back, of course the eight-legged horse can feel the way his weight shifts - tenses - as he does so. The way he tries to look away and not focus on the creepy headless shark.

Part of him is really aware that this is perhaps not the best parenting ever, but this whole monster parents warn their children about at night problem is definitely not being helped by his eightlegged horsechild now eating a shark, so he's just going to sit here awkwardly trying to take his mind off of it. Twiddle his thumbs. Those things.]

[Don't tense your butt like that, Mom; it tickles.

One hoof pushes it back on the ground as he tears damn near half a side of it off to devour, but he does notice his mother's hesitation, and leaves it at that. He comes back up as ears swivel to take in the other sounds around them, though it seems to be as deserted as he once thought it was.

Though, now, he has some seafood in his gigantic belly.

Shall we try to find other intelligent life?]

[oh good we're doing eating the shark.]

If you think it a worthwhile cause.

[FOR NOW...

He tosses his head again, mane flying about as he turns in place, sniffing with great nostrils as to where something of interest may be.

Cliclcliclop...on past the warehouses and into what could probably be a town, yet there are no smells of living mortals there. Only more brine, and a lighthouse in the distance. Lighthouses, such wonderful creations they are!

So, Mother. Tell me how you have been. I have not seen you since we were upon Jotunheim.]

Busy. Thor's banishment came as a great shock to all of us.

[Yeaaaah that was...that was not the best of days.

Another horse noise, something like the mix of a grunt and a snort.

I have not seen great Odin since that day. I assumed he was far too busy to need a ride.

WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY RIDER?]

That is because he is in the Odinsleep. Mother is not sure when he will reawaken.

[!!!!!!

He reacts physically, four legs rearing him up slightly before landing again, four back legs tossing out in disbelief.

Then who is leading Asgard? Odinsleep! What happened for him to do so without informing his steed beforehand?]

[He curses under his breath, fingers digging into neck and legs digging into sides to try and keep his balance.]

I am. Calm down.

[Now he knows what Odin has to deal with in the heat of battle, hmm? Those legs are good for kicking, don't you know.

He stills himself after a moment before taking back to simple trotting, eye half-lidded.

You are ruler of Asgard now? You are the king?]

You need not say it with so much disbelief.

[A bridge over a small section of river that leads to the sea heralds them before they enter the deserted town. He does not take it, however, opting to put his legs down on the water below and walk on it instead, as though headed back out to the ocean. Perhaps he can see the back of the town this way and find a better spot to move into.

Disbelief? I am simply astounded no one told me. Why did you not come?]

I have been busy.

[HORSE
SHIT

Too busy to send one of the guards? Too busy? Is that how little you think of your son?]

What would you have me say, instead? Would you like me to agree with you, tell you I care nothing for you? You know that would not be the truth of the matter.

[He would like

more apples 8)

He just continues moving through the fog.

Perhaps Heimdall will hear you if he does not answer me.]

I imagine that he would.

[Still walking on water, as a Giant/god horse can only do, with steps that sound like water drops and metal clopping at the same time. A bit eerie, perhaps he needs another dead shark to chow down on.

If the Gatekeeper can hear you, why do you not call for him? Why are you still here?]