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Tango was not here for the rewards that Pixilrifs had offered him if he found anything. Like it's cool and all that he gets something out of it (because wow did you know that just herding horses or cows cannot make him enough money to be living?), but it's not the only reason that he accepted to try to look at what remains of Tumble Town.
What most other people know is that it used to be full of life and slowly, through causes that were left unknown by the other empires, that people started leaving. There had been theories of course of what might have happened but nothing solid, and so, Tumble Town was left alone for a couple of years. No tracing of what life it used to have.
But Tango wants to know aside its vague ending. There must be something more, there is always something more than just, everyone decided to leave one after the other.
There must have been such a pattern, and so here he is! In all of the glory of what was Tumble Town.
A ghost town that refuses to rest. It festers, it lives underneath the floorboards, behind the doors, and is buried deep in the well. There is something so desperate that lets the ghosts of the town stay despite everything. The old empire that fell through just being abandoned.
But as Tango stood to the ruins of a place that some people described having a pumping heart. Where once, people who ran away came together formed a community, a place to always return after a hard day of labor. When Tango enters there is this tingling in his body, that says that he’s being watched, that somehow, this town sees him, recognizes him somehow as it somehow gave him entry.
An old well that stands there as vultures roosting on trees. Always watching, as they all stared into Tango’s back as he walked in used to be here. But they’re not eating, they’re just staring at him as if he’s the most interesting there is. Well, he kinda is since no one lives here anymore.
Tango was very glad that he brought his leather gloves. As overgrown thorns cover the cracks in between as there are little wooden statues of the vultures that surround this whale fall of a town. Where no citizens are present and yet nature thrived in its place. Tearing away the barricades of all the spikes that tried to prick his skin.
Canaries were important animals that the folk of Tumble Town had admired. Something about an omen of something?
The farther he goes, he feels the pressure deepens and as he stands in the middle of Tumble Town there is something that isn’t just ruins of houses, of cobwebs and all the things that crawled into its center.
At the center it looks the most lived in, with less cobwebs but more plants that are somehow breaking from the ground, that anything living at all feels so wrong. Tango despite those feelings took a flower that was growing. The framing of buildings exposed to decay, fragile to the reign of time as it will collapse one day with nothing but the fallen ruins, that it hopes to cave into whatever that makes this ghost town being haunted.
There is something that haunts whatever Tumble Town used to be, but there is nothing but rotting wood and flowers that looked like it never struggled to persist through the hot rays of the sun.
Rusted metal that was covered in thorns, somewhat resembling a humanoid, with an exoskeleton of a robot that was left to be covered by flimsy metal plates that look wrecked.
That’s how Tango found Jimmy.