7 Who Are You? (1/2)

I waited patiently as the little mouse before me continued to stare at me. To be honest, I was enjoying this moment. It's not every day that I get to see someone so cute. (Although I would probably run away if he was in his Human form.)

Finally, the little guy snapped out of his stupor.

”Oh, hello there mister, I'm Miceter! Sorry to intrude, but can I stay over for the night? It's been a real hassle to find a good spot, you see, and I was hoping to catch up on some rest before I part once more.”

”No Problem.” I quickly replied.

Yes!

I give myself an imaginary fist pump.

Thank you, Miceter, for not being afraid of your natural enemy.

...

Wait a fat second...

...Miceter?

That fat mouse I wrote about in ”Every Cold Winter” who ended up annihilating the Prosperous Kingdom off the face of the planet?

That Miceter?

He looks nothing like 'im.

The Miceter I wrote about was as fat as a melon and as big as a leopard. Not to mention, his fur was a mixture of black, green, and orange. This Miceter looks...

...normal?

Was the name ”Miceter” a fairly popular name in Forgoe? I don't remember writing about that detail in ”Every Cold Winter”...

Hmm...

Maybe it's a coincidence?

Or perhaps it's not?

I mean, all of the other coincidences that I thought was a coincidence ended up becoming reality, so...

Ugh, this is hurting my head.

I'll wait and see. Eavesdropping on a few conversations might help. Perhaps that way I can pick up some clues.

”Um, if you don't mind me asking, what's your name?” Miceter snapped me out of my thoughts with this seemingly innocent question.

Oh crap.

I didn't think about that.

Who or what should I refer to myself as?