Cynosura's POV

Whatever I thought of Umbra's outfit was nothing more than an outfit change, I realized. 

I made a bowl of cereal with strawberries, and Laoin texted me.

"Hey," she said. "Wanna search for bugs?"

I texted back, "Yes!"

I just couldn't wait today for finding the bugs. Will I find something poisonous? An ordinary ant? Treasure? A time capsule? A drawing? A box full of belongings? Old toys? Trash? 

"Or even a section of Claud's narrative?!" I reminded myself.

I step outside to enjoy this day, something Umbra would never do.

"Hello, sir!" I said to an old man.

He looked at me with confusion. "Umbra, I haven't heard you talk to me in such a kind way!"

I replied, "I'm Cynosura. Remember how I said hi to people up and down the street?"

The old man said, "Have a nice day!"

I spun around while heading to Home Depot to meet Sheldon and Trussey. Only this time, I didn't get weird stares.

"Hey Cyno!" said Sheldon.

"Yeah?" I said back.

"Trussey found some secrets in Home Depot. Wanna check them out?"

<<>>

Sheldon and I enter inside the building.

"Look at this." said Trussey.

"What," I said. "There's no-"

The section of the floor I stood on gave way to some staircase.

"What. Is. This." said Sheldon, in his new robotic voice.

This appeared to be a basement of some sort, with boxes of questionable items.

Trussey was an employee, and she used a key to open it.

It didn't work.

"Maybe we could try a month later." Sheldon suggested. 

Whett's POV

I open my virtual shop to buy some soda.

I couldn't function today. And I'm not sick.

"Whett, another person is ready." Randal reminded.

"So," I said. "Would you like to withdraw or deposit?"

"Withdrawal or nothing!" they said.

This was a criminal alright.

"None or none?" I asked.

"ALL OF IT!" they demanded. 

I headed towards the phone to dial the cops.

But the "criminal" was just a normal person. 

"Haha, sike!" they said. "I meant to withdraw $100, please."

People are weird.

"Okay," I said. "Name?"

<<>>

"Alright," I said, giving the money. "Have a nice day!"

"You too!" they replied back.

"What a strange person," I thought. 

But then I saw some people carrying a podium.

I wonder who that was for. 

Oh yeah! Mason's speech for something! I forgot what it was about, though...

Mason's POV

"Attention citizens of Maytown."

"This is your mayor speaking. I am going to discuss safety issues and how to solve them."

"No peeing in the central fountain. I've always wondered, 'For those flowers you put in the fountain, Maynot, why do they reek of pee?'"

"Sure enough, the next day, I caught a handful of you peeing in it."

"Some citizens were drinking the pee water too!"

The crowd groaned. 

"I don't want to ruin your fun, but this spreads viruses across town. Even this is a difficult decision for me to make."

"Yet this is something I must do."

"People are constantly getting sick nowadays, and do me a favor."

"Another issue is not washing your hands. I always notice soap dispensers are always full. I know you are always running late. But for safety, I recommend you to."

Woah. That speech was shorter than I thought.

I headed towards my office to take a short break as my cat, Starry, was waiting for me. 

I gave a treat to him. 

For the sake of boredom, I chose to stand on my printer in my office and pretended it was a stage. 

And my singing was good, I guess. 

I suddenly heard crying in the restroom.

"What was that?" I thought.

Claud was whimpering as I opened the door. He was sitting on the toilet, crying. 

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Go away," he said. "It's nothing."

"Really?" I said. "No worries. I'll be there."

Pasless's POV

As usual, I reflect on the past.

Especially how I could get away with being a female while manspreading.

Morward comes out and says, "Pasless, we should work on that 'World's Largest Crayon,' so grab those old ones." 

I shouted down the hall and yelled, "Ok, Morward!"

Yawgate and I search in our house for them.

I look under the recliner.

"Found one!" I thought.

It took a while to get all those crayon pieces, but we did it.

"Now we should peel the wrappers." I said.

"This will take longer than finding them." complained Yawgate.

"What kind of person wants paper in their crayons?" quipped Morward. "I know I don't."

Despair leaps from the rose bush and started to eat the crayon wrappings.

Yawgate then allowed Despair to chew them off.

"Now let's organize them", I commanded, "By basic colors like, blue, red, etc."

Despair picked up a lavender Crayola and asked Morward, "If this is lavender, why should we place this in the pinks?"

Morward responds, "It's organization by looks of the crayons, not the names."

Wow, that was a lot of pieces of organize. Now it's time to melt them!

Despair was so excited.

He turned on the stove and touched the fire with his hands.

"No, Despair!" Yawgate shouted when he found out.

Morward was outside making the mold, Yawgate melted them, Despair brought in and out the crayons, and I filled the mold.

Yawgate and Morward, after melting all the wax, asked Despair and I if we should ask others for crayons.

Umbra's POV

"Bug time!" Laoin yelled.

I roll my eyes at her.

Cynosura starts digging near the mayor's office. 

"Oh," I said, digging. "I found a cardboard box!"

I open it. Inside were some grenades, a handful of bullets, two revolvers, and a letter.

"Umbra!" Cynosura said with hesitation. "It says 'To my grandchild'! Let's find out!"

"OoOoOoh, it is from a different Maynot!" Laoin discovered while reading.

"No," said Cynosura, closing the box. "That is for Mason, not us. No touchy. No touch."

Laolin proceeds to read the letter.

"Look, guys! The Maynots used to be bad! Ahahahahahahaha!"

"If you're a grandson, keep reading."

"If your first name is Mason, keep going."

Cyno snatches the letter away from Laolin and puts it back in the box. "Let's keep digging."

Cyno proceeds to dig near the tree nearby.

"Woah," he said. "Is this-"

"Woops. It's just dog poop."

Laoin digs near the statue. "Something red."

She continues to find more of the thing. "It's a book."

Laoin starts to work on the fine details.

"Narrative?" I asked.

"By Claud?!" said Cynosura. "Oh, we have to show this to him!"

Claud's POV

Cynosura, Umbra, and Laoin ran towards me.

"We found a section of your narrative!" they yelled.

"Thank you guys!" I said back.

It was one sixth of the entire narrative.

"Mason, this is from your grandfather." Laoin said, giving a box to the mayor.

Hey, at least I have some of my narrative back!