[Rem x Reader] Re:Reader - REDUX

Volume 1: The Great Beginning

Chapter 1: Convenience Store Blues

Shadowy garden,
ENVY beckons her dearest,
Love through pain. Death's grip.

Over and over,
Her beloved's life is lost,
Help she thinks is due.

Summoning one more,
To share that sorrow and pain,
A friend and helper.

To his side they'll go,
In ENVY, jealousy grows,
For she wants his place.

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From the place he had once called home, without a choice, and for reasons outside of his control, this traveler was headed to a new home.

Nonetheless, he had at least been given a lucrative opportunity he simply couldn't turn down, so as such, the exodus from where he whence came from had purpose alongside it. Even so, it had all been so extremely last second all of this had happened. On little rest, he had been forced to rise early, and take himself alone on the long drive to where this place of opportunity was.

Little to say, with little rest, he'd now have been driving for hours upon hours.

In his vessel, dated as it was, the radio was his only companion. Broadcasts filtered in from obscurity as he searched the dial for something, needing their sound to be the only distraction he could get from his fatigue, only to later have them transform back into the warm hum of cold static they originally were with the route he drove, and the distance he covered.

Despite how it was from where he set out, where he was now was uncomfortably warm. As the sun's rays fell down upon him and his vessel, it was at its highest point in the day. He estimated, though, that by the time it descended back over the horizon, he could continue his travels without needing to stop for re-fueling.

Grunting though, he knew there would need to be that eventual pit-stop, and he loathed the idea of doing it in this heat.

Searching the controls that could influence this temperature, he softly cursed under his breath.

YN: This thing doesn't have air conditioning... *Sigh* It's going to be a rough trip, I can already tell.

From that same, impromptu reasoning he had to leave his home for this conveniently had opportunity elsewhere, YN was given little choice in how to get there from how sudden everything was. It was either hitchhike with a backpack, and hope his luck got him where he needed to be, or he could take the only other means of independent transportation he could get his hands on at such short notice; a loaned out, old, compact economy car.

At least with the car, I can carry more of my belongings to where I'm headed.

No other means of transportation, especially with how short notice this all was, could get him to where he needed to be in time.

And sure, it was worth putting up the money for other means of transportation, but every other option was strangely sold out.

Least to say, on his journey now, he put distance towards his destination, and the hot day turned into a cool night.

On the horizon, an oasis of sorts shined brightly in the darkness all around he drove through. His better judgment in use, he knew he'd need to stop here for fuel not only for his car, but for himself too.

This oasis was boldly named "LAST CHANCE FUEL, FOOD, AND BEER," written in eye-poppingly bright, but dated neon lights. The tall sign this was written on was the only man-made structure for as far as the eye could see. More signage though, was tacked up underneath the gaudy neon on the same pole. Rather illuminated with a large flood-light than more neon, this lower sign listed the distances to next fuel stations on this lonesome road. Starting from the top, each had been crossed out over time, with the distance from this location growing with each iteration.