07-13-2017, 09:02 PM
“AH SHIT! MY HEAD!” I shout, jumping to my feet. My hands zip up to my head, the feeling of it still attached to my neck reassuring. I guess I got aw... Taking a look around, I visually confirm that I'm not longer in that damned city. Yup. Definitely the Nexus. Whiter than cream cheese on an uncooked bagel and even blander. Maybe it was all just a dream? I look myself over and breathe a sigh of relief that I'm tattoo-free. So, I guess I never got my ass handed to me by Fire-Crotch, Uncle Ben, Teen Angst, etc, huh? It's reassuring to know that I'm still a bad-ass.
“Nope. Not dreaming pal. Well... you weren't. If you think you're a bad-ass, you're DEFINITELY dreaming,” comes a snarky voice from behind me. Until that moment, I'd thought I'd just been thinking to myself. Guess not. Looking over my shoulder, I spot Archer and the Furry we'd met on the island. Neither looked particularly pleased to be here. Can't blame him. I'm irritated enough to actually let that little insult slide. And, to be fair, I'm actually glad to see the guy.
“Ssterry! Buddy! Glad to ssee ya!” I pass my gaze over to the Brood-Master. “And... hey... you..?”
“I'm Batman,” he replies in a gravelly voice, setting off all my 'edge-lord' alarms.
“Yeah, that'ss great. Lissten, how you guyss do in your little sscuffless? No need to tell ya that I sslapped those three kids around like bitchess.”
The two humans share a look just before Sterling falls to the floor laughing at me. Batty, for his part, gives a stoic chuckle. When Sterling recovers himself, he says, “Yeah, no you didn't. We've already seen the videos on OmTube.”
“Uh... What Tube?”
About half an hour passes as Archer shows me some videos on his phone. One of me getting my head shot off which I hurriedly skip while Archer laughs at how zany my escape antics were. One of Archer getting literally misted, which I enjoyed thoroughly. Another of Fatman getting decapitated (also good for a laugh). We watched Enel get slapped around, and Graowr beat up a senior citizen to win the whole thing. It was weird being happy for someone else winning an event like this, but I was. And it felt kinda good. Eventually, Archer mentions that Enel had posted something on Twitter about us all meeting up for drinks. I find my phone laying near to where I woke up and check it out, along with a couple other things.
While I do so, Archer asks, “So, we going or what? Enel says he's got an open bar, and I'm not one to turn down a free drink or twelve.”
And having literally nothing better to do with my town, I shrug, “Sure. Why not? Let'ss go get plasstered again, for old timess' ssake.”
“Nope. Not dreaming pal. Well... you weren't. If you think you're a bad-ass, you're DEFINITELY dreaming,” comes a snarky voice from behind me. Until that moment, I'd thought I'd just been thinking to myself. Guess not. Looking over my shoulder, I spot Archer and the Furry we'd met on the island. Neither looked particularly pleased to be here. Can't blame him. I'm irritated enough to actually let that little insult slide. And, to be fair, I'm actually glad to see the guy.
“Ssterry! Buddy! Glad to ssee ya!” I pass my gaze over to the Brood-Master. “And... hey... you..?”
“I'm Batman,” he replies in a gravelly voice, setting off all my 'edge-lord' alarms.
“Yeah, that'ss great. Lissten, how you guyss do in your little sscuffless? No need to tell ya that I sslapped those three kids around like bitchess.”
The two humans share a look just before Sterling falls to the floor laughing at me. Batty, for his part, gives a stoic chuckle. When Sterling recovers himself, he says, “Yeah, no you didn't. We've already seen the videos on OmTube.”
“Uh... What Tube?”
About half an hour passes as Archer shows me some videos on his phone. One of me getting my head shot off which I hurriedly skip while Archer laughs at how zany my escape antics were. One of Archer getting literally misted, which I enjoyed thoroughly. Another of Fatman getting decapitated (also good for a laugh). We watched Enel get slapped around, and Graowr beat up a senior citizen to win the whole thing. It was weird being happy for someone else winning an event like this, but I was. And it felt kinda good. Eventually, Archer mentions that Enel had posted something on Twitter about us all meeting up for drinks. I find my phone laying near to where I woke up and check it out, along with a couple other things.
While I do so, Archer asks, “So, we going or what? Enel says he's got an open bar, and I'm not one to turn down a free drink or twelve.”
And having literally nothing better to do with my town, I shrug, “Sure. Why not? Let'ss go get plasstered again, for old timess' ssake.”
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