Rayman Pirate-Community

*Still posting for THEDragon to continue, still don't know what to do *

The Antitoon Opened the door and went in

Sideways slowly turned his head around when he heard the door slowly creak open. There it was, the antitoon. He was sure it was the same one he had seen earlier. Sideways began to sweat nervously as he watched the antitoon walk into the store. Why was it after him?

Maroney finally approached his home. It was not a very big house, but it was nice and welcoming. It was round in shape with yellow brick walls and a blue-tiled roof. He walked to the door and began looking through his pockets for the key.
"Well, here we are, Faithman!" Maroney said, finding the key and opening the door. "Whaddaya think?"

"It-It's good." The creature found it to be a little too small, but at least he had somewhere to stay...

Maroney walked into his house and let Faithman in.
"I'll show you around the place a bit." He said.

"S-Sure..." That was all Faithman could say.

"I'll show you your room first." He said, heading to a room in the house. "This is actually Deliliah's room but she's off somewhere else for a while." He opened the door and showed Faithman the room. It was fairly average-looking with a green bed, cream-coloured walls and a couple of orange bedside tables.

"Erm...Nice..." Faithman wasn't quite sure what to say.

Maroney hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help but ask a question that had been bothering him for a while now.
"Has anyone ever told you that..." Maroney started, then paused briefly. "You look just like Rayman?"

"Rayman?" Faithman was clueless. "Who's Rayman? I've never heard of him..."

Maroney was once again surprised by Faithman. How did Faithman not know who Rayman is? Everyone in the Valley, everyone in the Glade of Dreams knew about Rayman! And surely someone by now would have toldd Faithman about Rayman, considering how they both look so similar.
"Y'know, Rayman, the hero of the Glade of Dreams!" Maroney said, hoping to jog Faithman's memory a bit.

"Doesn't ring a bell." Faithman did not know anything about this Rayman.

"Well he looks just like you, maybe you're his secret twin or something!" Maroney joked. "I probably have a photo of him somewhere. I'll be right back." Then Maroney went off to search through some of the various magazines throughout the house. Surely one of them would have an article on Rayman's heroic efforts, and a photo of him accompanying it.

Faithman thought to himself, "Secret twin...?" He wondered if this could really be true.

"Found one!" Maroney called out. He hurried back over to Faithman holding a magazine open at an article all about Rayman and how he fought hoodlums. There was a photo of Rayman in the article.

"I've never seen this person." Faithman knew nothing about him.

Maroney handed Faithman the magazine.
"You should read the article, he's a really interesting guy!" Maroney said.

"I'll read it later."

"Okay," Maroney replied, setting the magazine down on one of the bedside tables in the bedroom. "So, uh, is there anything you need? Like, snacks, drinks, or the bathroom?"

"N-No, i'm fine." Suddenly, everything went pitch black.