Szybkie intro. Napisałom to po wymyśleniu króciutkiej konwersacji w głowie. Myślałom, że będzie to wicked dialog, a tu chuj, ponad tysiąc słów. Jest to po angielsku. Powodzenia hih<3
A i jak coś pisałom to tak, że 5city to Los Santos, a nopixel nie ma nazwy XDDD Jest to lekki morwin, ponieważ tylko to umiem pisać xD (też nie oglądałom ani jednego streama ewrona z np więc...)
Erwin i Grzechu są lekko out of character momentami, bo jakoś nie umiem ich dobrze napisać po angielsku...
Hello! It's my first (posted) piece of writing in English and ngl, I'm kind of scared. I don't think it's very well written, but oh well, I tried. Though it references Zaceed from nopixel, the entire action takes place on 5city. Also, I called 5city's city Los Santos, and left nopixel's nameless lmao I didn't know how else to approach this tbh. Also it will not focus on Zaceed, mostly because I haven't really been watching Ewron's nopixel streams (or anyone else's for that matter)... Hope I didn't make him too out of character 😬
Hope you have fun reading<3
Na 99% i tak to tylko Polacy czytają więc nie wiem po co pisze intro po ang XD no jes jak jes
Ofc I don't ship real people, just the GTA RP characters. Please do not view this on stream.
And if I know you irl, get the hell out (yes, I mean you Mike).
Edited by alemqa <33
Cover picture from Och__-
Enjoy :D
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A single week away from Los Santos could mean everything could change. Maybe the police would undergo some reforms, or maybe a totally new criminal group would take over. Or the entire city could be blown up. Anything was possible, so it is no wonder that Erwin Knuckles felt a little uneasy coming back to his hometown, not knowing what to expect.
However, the only major change he immediately saw, was the fact that the chief justice - Conrad Gross - was dead. The news reached him as a complete shock, when he was still away. He did not really mourn, since he and Conrad were no longer close. Nonetheless, this was quite troublesome, since the corruption within the justice system was the main thing that allowed Erwin to stay out of prison. For now, though, he didn't have to worry. He wasn't wanted, and besides, he had the best criminal group in the entire city. They'd rather sacrifice their lives, than let their leader get caught by the police. He was safe, at least for now.
Erwin did not come back alone. Along with the rest of his old friends like Nicollo Carbonara or David Gilkenly, he brought along his recently met companion. Zaceed Skengerton had a very similar personality to Erwin, and nearly instantly they became soul mates. When Knuckles offered Zaceed to visit his city, he gladly accepted. Excited to show him around, Erwin was already talking rapidly about his favorite parts of Los Santos.
He showed him his old workplaces like the church Zakon Błędnej Ciszy (transl. Order of False Silence), the fast food chain Burger Shot, the bar Arcade, the car service shop ZS Customs, and the building of the Department of Justice. He showed his apartment, the Pacific Standard bank, the Diamond Casino, and many, many other significant places. Finally, he ended the tour by the Mission Row police station.
"I used to spend a lot of time there," Erwin said. "But thankfully that's no longer the case."
"Looks similar to the one from my city," admitted Zaceed. "What are the cops like here?"
"Oh, they're shit." He rolled his eyes. "They can't prove anything in court, even when I was on trial for obvious murder. They couldn't catch me for the longest time, not until I myself showed up peacefully... But that doesn't mean they're not annoying. They are. They're hypocritical, selfish, don't follow half the procedures they themselves set up, and--"
"Erwin? You're back?"
A loud voice interrupted the monologue. Knuckles reluctantly turned his head and murmured something disapprovingly. A tall, tanned man with a lot of visible scars and a police uniform, walked down the steps and approached the two friends. Zaceed stare was filled with curiosity, and Erwin's with affectionate sort of hatred. It was a weird combination, but Zaceed didn't question.
"What d'you want?" hissed Erwin, turning to the tall policeman.
"Nothing, really," he replied. "Didn't think you'd come back this quickly. Pity... Anyways, I opened a café! Wanna become an investor?" He added enthusiastically, omitting the fact that he hasn't got it yet.
"Fuck no."
"Why not?" There was a note of offense in his voice.
"Firstly, I am not planning on spending any money on you. Secondly, I don't want to lose money the day I come back home."
"Oh, you're so supportive," said the man ironically, crossing arms on his chest.
"Look, even if I wanted to, and I obviously don't, I can't afford it. Conrad is no longer... around, so I gotta be more careful."
"Right. Anyways, who's your friend?" He changed the subject, looking curiously at Zaceed.
"I'm Zaceed Skengerton, Erwin's boyfriend!" he introduced himself, grinning.
Yesterday he called himself that, as a carefree joke. They even pretended to be a couple in front of cops. Zaceed didn't realize that it was a wrong thing to say to the tall policeman, until it was a touch too late. He shot an apologetic look, when he saw a streak of panic appearing on Erwin's face.
"That's interesting," murmured the cop, "considering that I am his fiancé."
"Seriously? Erwin, you never told me you're gay!" Zaceed said quickly, emphasizing that his earlier words were a joke.
"That's because I am not," Knuckles said.
A faint blush lingered on his cheeks. Though, it was more likely to be caused by anger, than by embarrassment.
"And I am not your fiancé," he spat, looking bitterly at the man.
"You are literally the one who proposed."
Erwin let out a short laugh, regaining his usual scornful manner. "Yeah, because I needed money, and that business operation just happened to include marriage."
"You could have asked anyone," said the policeman. "You could have picked Heidi."
"She's not a guy," Erwin pointed out. "And the entire point was that it had to be a homosexual relationship. With me."
"You are literally friends with Vasquez fucking Sindacco! You had a chance and you blew it... And you've got other options too! David, Nicollo, San..."
"San is married. So is Nicollo, though I don't think that matters anymore. He was making out with Silny the other day..."
"Fuck, you could've chosen Albert Speedo, for all that matters!" The man ignored Knuckles's interruption. "He's a criminal like you. And I'm in the police. The choice seems simple."
"Hell no. Greg, I prefer you over him, and that's saying something. Besides, you seemed quite excited about that 'proposal', as you call it."
"What can I say, I like being in the center of attention." Gregory shrugged and looked at confused looking Zaceed. "Sorry about that. I'm Gregory Montanha, the best policeman in the entire Los Santos."
"How modest," murmured Erwin, while Zaceed shook hands with Montanha.
"This little fuck was annoying me from day one," he said. "Even when I was still the chief of police..."
"That sounds like a crazy piece of fiction, dear officer," scoffed Erwin. "Or like it was in another lifetime. Though, not really. I think you're equally fucked up, no matter what lifetime you'd be in."
"...and still does," continued Gregory, grunting begrudgingly. "Asshole. You know, I think he has something for people working in departments. This guy flirted with half of the PD, a third of the DOJ, and even some workers of the EMS. Though, he seems awfully close with a bunch of criminals as well," he sighed, with a touch of regret in his voice. "Honestly, I don't know why I even agreed to his love declaration..."
"Bitch, you literally fall for everything that has long, blond hair and large tits. Don't talk to me about being a slut."
"Well, you've got neither, and yet here we are."
Golden eyes immediately met with the deep, brown ones. The dangerous glare seemed to be challenging Gregory to a silent duel. It was difficult to tell whether Erwin was angry, flattered, offended, or something in between. The intense, amber gaze penetrated Gregory's soul, but he has not backed off. Instead, he moved closer. This moment could end in a variety of ways, anywhere from a physical fight, to violent kissing.
Zaceed inched away slowly, wanting to give the two men some space. Who knows, maybe his unfortunate comment will end in something positive. Or at least it might solve the complicated question of Erwin's and Gregory's relationship. Though, seeing the vivid, almost passionate look on both faces, he had an idea how this little standoff might end. I think I'll like it here, he thought, grinning to himself. Los Santos is clearly a city of complexities and secrets.