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Summary:

The farmer is curious as to who's saved her from the mines all those times in the skull caverns. Who could find her there? She's the only one who goes down there.. or so she thought.

(abigail loves her too much to not worry)

Notes:

hii this is my first fic on here in like so long so please be nice thank u ily sm i hope people actually see this.... I'm trying to improve my writing but I'm not super good so I'm sorry. I APPRECIATE U CLICKING ON THIS <3333

p.s. I'll add more tags as i write and think... I kind of haven't written past this atm but f it we ball

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Chapter 1: glimpse

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“...Hello?”

 

As I woke up with blurry vision, I couldn’t quite perceive what was in front of me. All I could make out was that the room was white, and I was on the thinnest mattress I’d ever felt.

Oh no.

Not again.

As I rubbed the death from my eyes, I jumped slightly at the sound of Dr. Harvey’s voice, though I should’ve expected it. “Someone found you battered and unconscious in the mines. I’ve also billed you 1000g for the medical expenses. Be more careful next time, alright?”

I stood with a wobble, regaining my balance second by second. When I steadied myself, I felt a lightness to my backpack. When I checked it, rummaging past the stone and weapons, I found that I’d lost all four of my purple mushrooms, the slime I’d gathered, and all 40 of my omni geodes. Fantastic. “Thanks, Harvey. I’m sure I’ll be back soon.”

I let out an exasperated sigh and walked down the tiled hallway. As I dragged my boots along the polished white, the phrase Harvey recited every time I end up here panged around in my mind. “Someone found you..”? As far as I knew, I was the only one who adventured down there, especially in the skull caverns of all places. Could it be Pam? Maybe she was making sure all was good before she went home after her shift? No, no that can’t be, she’s enchanted by the Saloon as soon as the clock strikes five o’clock. I considered who could be brave enough to venture down there (not to boast) as I left the clinic, when I caught a glimpse of purple hair through the window’s door.