Do I get girls? No
Do I got game? Can't
Why not? Because let me introduce to you to my friend, the protagonist, who's essentially a chick-magnet.
I know crazy right, but trust me I can pull not when this dude is the pole to the girls south or to the...
Which to a lot sounds like a bore, but I think it's just the simplicity of it that makes me all the more appreciate to take action and do whatever I can in my life to make it more livelier.
And it sure as hell is more better than before.
Ok now that ruined my mood a bit.
I unconsciously messing with my hair, before looking up to see the dark night sky that used to have many stars due to today's light pollution.
But even so I can see the graceful moon peering over the horizon looking down on me, while I walk continuously on the concrete sidewalk.
The streetlights I passed by, buzz iridescently, creating a sound similar to a cricket noise.
Fauster: "Yep, life's good."
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*THWACK!!!*
Joe: "Gah!"
Laying broken down on the cold wet floor stained in his own blood, as an old man with a huge stature stands over him.
His expression devoid of life, looks over at the pathetic man beneath his feet beaten black and blue, with a tooth gone.
Behind this old man stood 2 other persons in suits standing straight with no intention to help, only there to monitor, making the room feel more hopeless for Joe.
Cleaning his hand off the blood staining it, the grey hair remains proper not affected by the beatdown he gave to his underling.
Joe: "W-Why arth y-you doing this!?"
Hector: "Well maybe this will jog your memory."
The old man hand went into his pocket before flicking an object landing on the ground right in front of his face.
It cling and clang on the floor before ceasing the noises and Joe with one good eye can see it's a coin, but not just any coin, an arcade coin.
Joe: "..."
Hector: "Well?...Need me to break another arm to jolt you?"
His eyes widened, that ugly kid he thought was nothing more of a wimp when hitting on his girl, but now there's something he doesn't understand.
Joe: "I-I remembfer..."
Hector: "Good, shame I couldn't break that arm."
Hector would squat down to get a closer look at Joe, his expression holds no emotion, it unsettled Joe.
Hector: "It's not what you did that angers me so. It's who you did it to."
Joe: "Who? The fucking noboty!?"
Hector: "That fucking nobody...is the Boss."
It was like cold water splash onto him, the colors drained from his face as the revelation puts him into shock.
The old man would get out of his squat, leans on the table and lights up a cigarette, smoking it.
Hector: "He used to run this group of ours, we called him the 'Jester'"
Joe: "W-What? A clown?"
Hector: "A clown by definition, but for the Boss, he's the one who's playing us. One wrong step and you'll be caught in his play without even knowing."
Taking a moment to suck in the nicotine, and blowing it out with a wistful air around Hector. His hand takes a brown case file on the table-
Hector: "The boss is a man of focus, commitment and sheer will. Something you know very little about."
Throwing the file onto the floor, perfectly align for Joe to see, and he saw all the documents of describing perfectly of everything's he's done.
The crimes he committed and pictures of him going into explicit places where women offer their services spending lavishly without any care.
Hector: "I once saw him kill 6 men killed in an alleyway with his fist."
The old got up from leaning and stood back close to Joe, before stomping on his Cig, taking out the last embers in it.
Hector: "With his fucking Fist."
Fixing his suit, adjusting his tie and tightening his black gloves, the old man continues to make sure that Joe corrects his behavior.
Hector: "But suddenly he left the group, to continue pursuing a normal life, leaving me in charge of idiots like you."
Joe: "..."
Hector: "Then after 2 months of his supposed retirement, you managed to piss the Boss off."
The injured figure laying on the ground, knew how severely he has messed up.
Hector: "You're lucky, if it was back then...don't pray to any god, he'll send you to them himself."
Finished with what he has to say, Hector snapped his finger, signaling for the 2 idle man standing by the doorway to act.
Grabbing the frozen Joe off the ground roughly, and bring him outside the dimly dark room that smelled like iron.
While Hector lingers in the room before taking out another cig and lighting it up with not a care in the world.
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Walking down a slow quiet night street with nothing but a small breeze blowing my way, the swaying of trees producing rustles, and the pretty moon accompanying it all.
The extra weight of carrying my grocery bags didn't affect the atmosphere whatsoever, and it only made it even more pleasant after a nice day today.
Turning around a corner, I should be in my block now...Am I actually cursed?
Man: "So what do you say? Come with me for the night and I'll show you a good time~"
???: "Uhh...No thanks!"
Man: "C'mon, just give me a chance and you'll have the best night of your life."
What is this cliche' ass novel scenario? Does the world expect me to go and help a girl from a persistent guy, who's clearly uncomfortable?
Man: "C'mon just give me a chance~ It's not like you have a boyfriend right?"
Excuse me, excuse me, coming through! Not my problem-
???: "Oh babe~ What took you so long? I've waiting been all night for you for our date."
Fauster:
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