April 23rd, many years later. A tall, slender man was walking up a tall hill, trudging through the dirt as he climbed up the somewhat steep slope, trying not to accidentally fall and roll back down to the bottom of the hill.
"Finally, I'm out of this stupid mountain range," Freddy muttered to himself as he reached the top of the hill, sweat rolling down the part of his forehead that wasn't covered up by the mask, seeing a grassy field with (thankfully) less-steep, gently rolling hills in the distance.
Freddy was somewhat irritated, however, and not just because of the enormous damn hills. He had been going around, and he was looking and asking for some work to do, and/or hoping to find some more Relics, which are things from the Old World, and range from things as simple as mirrors to complex things like guns. Sadly, he didn't find any of either. He was itching for something to do, as things were generally uneventful in his tribe.
He carefully began to descend the hill, taking small, deliberate steps as he held his arms out for balance, and carefully avoiding any bumps or ledges so he would not fall down. However, it was all for naught, as his foot twisted and he fell over, tumbling down to the bottom of the hill and getting dirt all over his blood-red tuxedo.
He stood up and dusted himself off, brushing the dirt off his chest, arms, and legs, trying his best to get all of the dirt off. There remained a light brown tinge on his kneecaps that stubbornly refused to leave, and Freddy grumbled to himself as he furrowed his eyebrow in frustration. Freddy started walking again, setting off away from the hill and towards the field.
He saw a pack of Rippers nearby; ostrich-like creatures with shallow, brown hair sparsely covering their bodies instead of feathers, and a head akin to that of a t-rex in both shape and number of teeth. Two three-fingered arms protrude from the bases of their jawline, and a small horn like a rhino's jutted out of their snout.
He gave them a wide berth, because, although they are usually quite docile, you never know what could set them off. One moment, you'd be walking near them, then BAM- you're literally being ripped limb from limb by a pack of hairy ostriches. Eventually, he saw the fence that he knew surrounded his village in the distance, and he quickened his pace, his destination near.
He strolled along until he was close enough to the village to hear the cheerful laughter of children playing. He smiled to himself as he remembered those cheerful times. He felt an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia as he walked by and they greeted him, and he said hi back to them. This place may be uneventful and boring at times, but it was still his home, and he loved it dearly.
He kept walking until he came to his house, and his smile grew even wider as he saw his wife, Esmeralda, standing at the door, ready to greet him. As he got to his house, he stooped down(since his 7-foot frame practically towered over her) and kissed his wife. They embraced each other for a couple seconds and then stopped, Freddy still pretty much crouching.
"Anything happen while I was gone? Was the Village destroyed? Completely engulfed in flames?" Freddy said jokingly.
"No, and I'm pretty sure you can tell that by looking around," she said.
"Yeah, I can....." sighed Freddy, standing back up.
She reached up, putting her hand on Freddy's shoulder and told him "I know this place seems boring sometimes, but you still have me. And anyway, This is our home."
"Yeah...It is. It really is. And it's nice to be home," Freddy replied.
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