Fred glared at Sarah.
"She's part of us now? Keagan, she is the cause of your injury!" Fred scoffed.
Keagan patted Fred's shoulder. "Freddie, that's not how we welcome our new teammate."
"Oh, don't teach me how to welcome a newbie. Anybody is better than that woman!"
"Fred, she has a name. Meet Sarah. Sarah, this is Fred," Keagan casually said.
"Don't Fred me now! How can you invite the b*tch in here?" Fred yelled.
"Oh my god, Fred. Stop being so vulgar!" Keagan exclaimed.
"That's it! I'm out of here!" Fred answered vehemently. Fred immediately walked out of the house.
"Don't worry, Sarah. He'll get over it!" Keagan reassured.
Sarah stared at Keagan unsurely.
"Uh-okay. Whatever you say, I guess."
"Let's go find Bob!" Keagan chirped.
"Bob? What kind of name is that?" Sarah stifled a laugh.
"Oh, that's not his actual name. He just has a fettish for Spongebob, hence, I nicknamed him Bob. His actual name is very fancy, to be honest."
"Oh, thank god. I thought that was his actual name," Sarah sniggered.
"His actual name is Michael Watson," Keagan explained.
Sarah stopped in her tracks. "You don't mean, the Michael Watson."
"If you're referring to the Michael Watson that was once upon a time a champion racer, then yes, that's him."
"OH MY GOD! I'M HIS BIGGEST FAN!" Sarah shrieked.
"Why am I not surprised," Keagan mumbled.
The both of them walked up the stairs and headed to Bob's room.
"Bobby! I need you to meet someone!" Keagan chirped as he knocked on the door.
From behind the door, there were lots of stumbling noises and curses.
"Ues Kheagwan?" a man opened the door, rubbing his eyes. "Were you sleeping?" Keagan asked with his eyebrows raised.
"Ai was. Bhut neow, I'm awake," Bob said.
"Hm, you are speaking gibberish. Are you sure you're awake?"
"Ues."
"Okay.... Anyway, meet our new member!"
Bob looked to the right and saw a woman fawning over him.
"Oh my god! You're the legendary Michael Watson. I'm so happy I'm able to meet you!" Sarah exclaimed.
"Uh, who told you my identity?"
"K did."
Keagan looked away and whistled. "Pft, who's K? I don't know a K. My name's Coco."
Bob sighed. "Whatever. What were we saying again just now? A new member?"
"Yes. Meet Sarah!"
"Isn't she the lady who shot you?"
"Mhm. The one and only!"
"What the heck were you thinking, inviting her ?"
"Not you too. Fred is also against this."
"Any sane person would reject this idea. She could easily kill you now!"
"Oh c'mon! Sarah won't have a chance to do so. I took away her gun!"
Sarah looked at Keagan with widened eyes. "You took my gun?"
"Obviously! That gun is officially my nemesis. It's because of that particular gun, I can't have any fun anymore."
"I don't care whatever you do with the gun! All I know that you've gone crazy!" Bob yelled as he slammed the door shut.
"Now that's where you're wrong. I've always been crazy. You're slightly too outdated," Keagan clicked his tongue.
"It seems like you will have a hard time fitting in, Sarah!"
"You don't say," Sarah rolled her eyes.
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"Have some lasagna, Ara!" Keagan babbled as he handed out a ceramic plate.
"After a tour around your house, I must say, your house is absolutely stunning!" Sarah said as she took a bite.
"Pft stunning? More like messy and dusty!" Keagan tittered.
"Well, I guess it's better than my rusty apartment."
The front door started rattling and soon, Fred came in.
"Why the f*ck is she still here?"
"Aww, Fred is still mad at me!" Sarah lamented.
"Who are you to talk to me like that, Sandra?"
"It's Sarah."
"STOP TALKING TO ME, SANDRA!"
"I told you, it's Sarah!" Sarah rebuked.
Keagan sighed. "Fred, why are you still pissed about this?"
"Why am I still pissed about this?" Fred mocked.
"Yeah, why are you?" Keagan asked as he placed both his hands on his hips. Sarah continued munching on her lasagna.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe it's because she can easily snap your head into two at this moment!"
"But she isn't! On the other hand, I think she's enjoying this overnight lasagna," Keagan chortled.
Sarah stopped moving her jaw. "Overnight lasagna?"
"Of course! You think I can cook? I'm a horrible cook!" Keagan said, emphasising the word 'horrible'.
"The lasagna doesn't matter now! All I know is that that woman should be out of this house!" Fred growled.
"Okay, Fred. How about, you go wash up and come down to cook something for me. I don't want to eat the lasagna," Keagan suggested.
"Until this point, you're still taking your life for granted!"
"No, I'm not! Otherwise, I wouldn't ask you to cook something for me. I can hear my stomach grumbling."
Fred merely stared at Keagan who was rubbing his stomach with pleading eyes.
"FINE, WHATEVER! WHEN A PROBLEM ARISES, DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!" Fred spat as he stormed up the stairs.
"I'm sorry for his behavior, Ara. He's a five year old trapped in a 20 year old body," Keagan apologized.
"This lasagna has a weird taste."
"Hm, strange."
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In the evening, all four of them sat down in the living room. Sarah was fiddling with her fingers, Fred was playing with his phone while Bob tried hard to keep awake.
"Bob, stop bobbing your head!"
Bob looked at Keagan with sleepy yet annoyed eyes.
"Shut up."
"Okay, since we're all here, I figured that we should bond together. After all, we need to know our teammates we-," Keagan started.
"I know about all of you perfectly well," Fred interrupted.
"Even Ara?"
"Who the f*ck is Ara?"
"It's a nickname I made for Sarah."
Fred laughed loudly. "You've never watched any anime before, Keagan?"
"Uh, no. Why?"
"No reason. Nice to meet you, Ara!" Fred cheerfully said, emphasising Ara.
"I'm pretty sure this Fred dude has bipolar disorder," Sarah mumbled.
"Yay, Fred and Sarah are getting along!"
"This is all bullcrap. Why do we need to do this?" Bob refuted.
"Okay, fine we'll spice things up a little. How about we play a game of True or Dare? I'll get us the wine we stole from the club," Keagan gave in.
"Yes!" Frad and Bob said in synchrony.
"You stole wine?" Sarah ridiculed.