Guess who's back... Back again... Dropping chapters... at 2:30 AM
I got better, lel ;)
(Third Person POV)
(Hotel Lounge)* I'll start doing this with thing I already described cuz I'm lazy, lol
"Look, kid, here's the thing. It's Ben Grimm for some time now, but it's fantastic now that we have four new lines of product that'll make your woman turn invisible when you take them on a night out. In other words, these drugs are pretty fire.
James said, currently acting in one of Charlie's trust exercises. As usual, he was playing the villain with an oversized trench coat hiding his face, which was barely holding back laughter and everything underneath while reading his script. In front of him was Vaggie wearing a sailor's uniform and barely holding back her fury as she glared at James, her hands violently shaking her comically oversized lollipop and script.
"I swear to fucking god, James, if you make one more bad pun, I will break every single one of your bones!" Vaggie yelled, and as James went quiet for a second, she sighed and got ready to read her lines before James interrupted her. "I guess that wasn't a real rib tickler?"
"..." Vaggie took in a deep breath and tried to read her lines again.
"Aw, c'mon, I thought that hit your funny bone."
"..." Vaggie quickly broke the lollipop in half, but before she could stab James in the throat like she intended, Charlie interrupted her talking, making Vaggie stop in her tracks, yet still glare at James. "Okay, great acting, James and Vaggie. I can totally see you guys in a movie when you go to heaven." James points finger guns at her, Vaggie quietly clicks her teeth, and Nifty appears behind the couch, dead bug on the tip of a needle. "Don't you mean… fantastic?"
"Please do not encourage master's pun frenzy, Cyclops." Amery nonchalantly said, looking at Vaggie, slowly turning her body to Nifty, hate burning in her soul. "Hey, what's with the cyclops thing? Should I be insulted?" Amery shrugged her shoulders. "I wanted to try out nicknames; I heard that they were imperative to build human bonds."
Charlie squealed loudly, causing James to quickly cover his ears, which was not a luxury everyone but Amery could afford. "Oh… My…God! You're doing great work, Amery! What's your nickname for everyone else?"
Amery pointed at her. "Hellflake." She squealed again. She pointed at Vaggie. "Sephiroth." Vaggie took a deep breath and counted to ten under her breath. "I think it's better than Cyclops for sure; you should embrace it." Nifty said, sneaking up behind Vaggie and nudging her, disappearing from her side before she could grab the little gremlin.
"Woow… yeah, Sephiroth… Cool name." Charlie said with an awkward smile, gesturing at Amery to keep going. Yet Amery didn't continue, just starting to blankly stare ahead. "Sooo… What's your nickname for James?" Charlie awkwardly asked after coughing. "I don't need a nickname for master. He's my superior after all." Said Amery, who crossed her arms in an indifferent fashion.
Charlie awkwardly sucked in a breath through her teeth. "Yeah… About that…" She turned to James. "Why does she call you her master?" James goes quiet for a second, a frown gracing his face. "... When I found Amery, she wasn't in a good state of mind from what I saw. She was on the fast track to becoming someone who could only hate, so I saved her. But between you and me, I think she still has some screws loose, since she's been calling me master ever since. Watch."
He looks at Amery. "Call me James." Amery looks him dead in the face. "No." He looks back at Charlie. "See? No winning with this girl. I could tell her water is wet, and she'd probably agree." Vaggie stares incredulously at him. "James… Water iswet." James looked back and saw a look that guaranteed suffering and pain if he disagreed… "No, the hell it's not; it makes other things wet, not itself."
Right before Vaggie started to choke the life out of James with Charlie trying to stop her, they heard a loud yawn as they looked to the stairs. Angel Dust was walking down, the four bunnies of rabbit escape in his bottom arms while his top ones wiped the sleep out of his eyes. "Can you not do this so early in the morning? I swear, I'll get a damn heart attack if you two lovebirds keep talking."
Three people reacted in various fashions.
James nonchalantly pointed at himself and Vaggie. "We're not dating."
Vaggie violently gestured between her and James with a golden blush that had a mixture of anger and embarrassment on her face. "We aren't fucking dating!"
Nifty pouted and started to squeeze James' arm. "He's already taken, buster!"
While the three of them were yelling, Charlie slowly scooched near Amery. "Why's Angel Dust here?" Amery tilted her head in confusion. "Hellflake, we told you about the porn spider when you got back last night." Ignoring Amery's nickname for Angel, Charlie searched her memories but couldn't recall it. "Are you sure you told me?"
Amery nodded. "Maybe you do not remember because you passed out on your bed after being missing for three days. Where were you anyway? All you said before you passed out was something about 'fishing rubber ducks.'" Charlie got a slight blush on her face and scratched behind her ear. "Oh, yeah…. A few days ago, Dad wanted to do some daughter-father bonding time, and we went fishing. The thing is that he really wanted to catch a rubber duck, and I couldn't just leave him to fish alone, so I stared there for a few days until I just made a rubber duck on his hook." Amery stared at her in silence for a minute before saying, "Your father sounds like an idiot."
Interrupting their conversation, James looked back at Vaggie and said. "Look, all I'm saying is that water by itself is not wet, just like dirt by itself isn't dirty; they make other things wet and dirty." But unfortunately, Vaggie wasn't falling for James' instigation and simply said, "James, if you say something else, I will use every ounce of my power to hit you in the throat hard enough so that you won't be able to talk in our next training session."
'I'm at a crossroads here.' James thought. 'If I keep talking, then I'll probably get beaten more than an Asian kid after his father came home to a B+... But that's how losers think!'
"Something el-" Before James could finish his instigating and get beat by Vaggie, Charlie very loudly cleared her throat and looked at Angel, "Well, Mr. Angel Dust, I'm so happy that you're part of our hotel now. Would you like some breakfast? I could make some right now!" But before Angel could even agree, Charlie started snapping her fingers and made a wooden table and some chairs along with plates of bacon, eggs, and pancakes for everybody.
'...Okay, who the fuck is this nice? I don't give a damn if Darkside recommends her or not; I'm not trusting this bitch.' Angel thinks, sitting in his chair and prodding at his food before sliding the plate over to James. "Hey, Darkside, take a bite outta this for me to see if it's poison or not." James shrugged and took the plate. "Well, I know it's not poisoned, but I am a fatass, so I'm definitely eating all of this."
Angel rolled his eyes. "Yeah, just from the little amount of time I've spent around you, it looks like you would eat a damn nuke if it meant annoying Vajayjay or whatever her name is." James gave a small chuckle and started to eat his two plates; Vaggie glowered at Angel. "My name is VAGGIE. V A G G I E." Angel puts his head into his hand for a second, pretending to be in deep thought. "I'll just call ya Vagina, how's that sound?" James lets out a little snort of laughter, providing him an upset gaze from Charlie and more of Vaggie's hate.
But before they could keep conversing about Vaggie's name, James quickly changed the subject. "So, on an unrelated note, have you guys listened to that new French Montana?" The entire table went silent, looking at James in utter disbelief.
"Who the fuck listens to French Montana?!"
Everybody except for Amery cried, eventually devolving into a roast session about James actually listening to French Montana, something that even the nicest person in hell, Charlie, wouldn't let slide. 'Man, maybe this place isn't half bad. Good entertainment, free food, a place to stay without being under that fucker's thumb.' His gaze went to James and Nifty. 'Shame that Darkside's taken, though. I would've loved to turn that straight arrow bendy.' Angel Dust thought, giving a slight smile as he watched the table descend into chaos about James' music taste.
Fuck me, Emo Boy!~ Fuck me, Emo Boy!~
The table quickly got silent as Angel Dust picked up his phone, his previously happy grin quickly flipping upside down into a frown. "What the fuck was that?" Vaggie asked. "Sorry, guys, I have to take this." Angel gets up and nervously walks upstairs to take his call. "The hell's wrong with him?" Vaggie asked. "Well, Vaggie, it seems like he got a call on his cellular device." She stared deadpan at James, who was continuing to eat his food in peace like he didn't just admit to listening to French Montana. "Ah, thank you, James. How would I have guessed without your wisdom?"
James swallowed to respond, but before he could, Angel Dust came back downstairs, his smile being evidently more strained than before. "Well, sorry to dine and dash, but duty calls, y'know? If it makes ya feel any better, I'll try and remember to come back, K?" None of them could respond since before they could say anything, he was already out of the door.
They sat in silence for a minute before Nifty spoke up. "What was wrong with him? His smile was all fake, and his body language screamed fear." Amery looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "You know body language, cyclops?" Nifty shrugged. "You pick up a few things when you have to dodge your husband hitting you; nothing new." The table went silent again as Nifty nonchalantly continued eating. "...What?"
"Nothing." James replied, patting her on the head as they ate. "Look. I know what's going on with Angel, but I'm not the one to say his business out loud for y'all to hear. If he wants to share with you, then that's fine, but I won't." He says firmly, his body language betraying his tone as Nifty curled up against his hand like a cat. "But don't worry about him getting hurt; I got someone for that."
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In the midst of the streets of Sin City, a tiger followed a spider, dodging others that would bump into his camouflaged form.
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THE LAST SENTENCE IS MINE!- Fumihiko Takaba