Yharnam Sky is the third chapter of my sixteenth fanfiction, "Crimson Day". This chapter is pretty funny. I hope you like it.
As the Day of the Crimson Sky continued, things started getting more and more strange. When noon came, the sky became a much darker shade of red. The people of Yharnam were terrified. Something was happening, but no one knew if it was good or bad. Only time will tell.
Pale was walking through the back alley of the Cathedral Ward, and noticed the man the Henriett described arguing with someone. She hid nearby, and listened to their argument. She was curious.
Narrow Minded Man: I don't like your muddy boots on my property.
Gravedigger: Are you claiming that this entire walkway is your property?
Narrow Minded Man: Yes, I am.
Gravedigger: Well, it's not.
Narrow Minded Man: Get off my property right now!
Gravedigger: I don't think so. I might be an old man, but you would be amazed at what I can do with this shovel.
Narrow Minded Man: Are you threatening me?
Gravedigger: I sure as hell am, motherfucker.
Pale came out of hiding, and tried to convince the two men from fighting.
Pale: Is something wrong here?
Narrow Minded Man: That's none of your business, girly.
Gravedigger: You shouldn't speak to a lady like that, you son of a bitch.
Pale recognized the Gravedigger's voice.
Narrow Minded Man: Both of you are on my property right now, and I don't like it one bit. Leave. Now.
The Gravedigger raised his shovel to attack the man, but Pale took out her Rakuyo and put it against his throat. He then lowered his shovel.
Gravedigger: Very well. I'll be leaving now.
He walked away, and Pale followed him. He quickly realized that she was following him, and turned around.
Gravedigger: Why are you following me?
Pale: Who are you?
Gravedigger: Some truths are better left unknown until the time is right.
He noticed something behind Pale.
Gravedigger: That's a weird place to put a piano.
She turned around, and saw nothing. She looked back towards the Gravedigger, and he just vanished.
Back at Henriett's house, Jack and Lydia were both doing their own thing, while Henriett was reading one of Harold's journals. There was a knock at the door. Jack opened it, and Pale told him that she needed to speak to Henriett. He let her in, and Pale went into the dining room where Henriett was. She sat down.
Pale: I saw him. I know it was him.
Henriett: Are you sure?
Pale: I'm positive.
Thank you for reading chapter 3. I hope you enjoyed it, and I can't wait to read your comments. Have a good day.