"See, look at him. He looks like an old, try hard, scammer." The dog man pointed his index finger at the old man whose face is already hideous.
The clueless kid poured even more cold water at Remus. "The fuck is the Free? Is that a place where you give us free stuff? Gramps, when will you give me free stuff?"
He spoke as if this man has never given him free stuff.
The veins in the old man's bald head are already close to popping. A few minutes earlier, these two are at odds, but now they seem like best friends. These two found themselves someone to gang up on.
"Ahem. You two, shut the fuck up please." Remus thought that as the oldest one here, he should regain control of where things are going.
"The Free is an organization of Superhumans that—"
"What the hell old man! Are you really gonna tell us all about the organization this late at night? It's not like I don't know about that shit!" Mad dog interrupted the ramblings of the old man. Of course, he knows what this old man is like, being his former subordinate. He rambles on and on, going through so many detours, just to tell a story. Not only that, most of what he's saying is also bullcrap.
He doesn't want a single piece of that, because most likely, whatever he's gonna say is absolute fabrication anyway.
"This is the first time my grandson is gonna hear about me being the legend I was, and yet you just have to ruin it, you ingrate!" The fury in Remus' eyes can't be denied this time. The already receding veins in his head, bulged again. "You wanna eat some of my patented bricks, you dog?"
The dog man was quickly drenched in cold sweat after seeing the old man's fury. "No, no, no… I didn't intend for it to be that way…" The suddenly scaredy-cat dog amused the unfazed kid beside him. This runt is actually looking at Lab like he's a disgrace of the dogs.
Wow. I don't even know what's happening anymore. It's still midnight, and they're still in that alley right?
Anyway… the dog returned to his dog form after explaining the overall situation in the city to his former boss. Of course, he only did so due to the threat of getting wiped from the face of this planet. The nine year old bastard then took the opportunity to wipe some of his snot to the dog man, and mock him at the side for good measure.
He ran off to the dark after bidding farewell to his former boss, and mentor.
"Sigh, that madman sure is interesting. He's become one of the most loyal members of the Alliance, yet he won't turn me in. Oh, well. He can't even if he tried, though." He's actually shaking his head as the dog slipped away. There's something about his former disciples…
"I can't believe it…" Romulus is already sitting at the side with his arms wrapped around his knees. "Gramps is a big shot? Hehe I might be dying…"
Suddenly he's sinking into quicksand.
"See… I'm about to get taken by the death gods to atone for my gramps' sins."
Hey old man stop sinking this guy! He might shit himself again!
***
"What the hell is that cliffhanger!" Our still nameless MC roared, after realizing this week's episode ended at the peak of a sheer cliff.
The irritation he's feeling made him forget everything that had transpired today all because of his anticipation for this week's anime episode.
Of course, he had already forgotten it. What would you expect? He literally had time for a flashback!
What he won't forget though, is singing the ending theme song.
He sang loudly, and devotedly. The brothers, the older asleep, and the younger still awake— suddenly felt a bad premonition.
It's the middle of the night.
It's a quiet neighborhood.
Suddenly, screams could be heard from one of the houses.
In a quiet urban neighborhood like this, a couple of screams are enough to rouse everyone from sleep.
But of course, nothing unusual is happening.
There's just one hippopotamus choking. Oh, I mean, there's just someone that sounds like a choking hippo singing.
The screams came from the brothers, one roused from sleep, the other had his core shaken by the sounds of someone dying.
"Why are you singing! Do you want us to die in our sleep?" Elder brother John's eyes are red from being woken up in the middle of dreaming. "I'm about to marry a beautiful heiress of a big company! What's wrong with you?"
"Wrong? I'm singing my favorite anime's ending theme! What could be wrong with it! Now it's over, and I haven't sang it fully because of yer ruckus!" The choking hippo, I mean… the MC… picked his nose and flicked his snot at the angry elder brother.
Younger brother Juan can't help but laugh wildly after seeing the snot landing inside the mouth of his still arguing brother. Stifling his laughter he said, "Oy, don't do that thing you pulled earlier anymore. What'd you call that? Singing? Well the song would be ashamed if it's sung like that."
He's had enough, this MC. His beautiful, melodious voice is unappreciated in a place with these tone-deaf siblings. He wants out.
"If you can't stand my voice, I'm leaving! I didn't know you could mock me to that degree!" He walked briskly to the door while hiding the tears in his eyes.
Wait, he's actually serious about leaving? It's not even half a chapter yet, don't leave!
The surprisingly fragile Superhuman reached the door and opened it, looking back one last time at this wonderful house. He hadn't had a comfortable sofa, a comfortable shower, a comfortable pillow, a comfortable living room, a comfortable…
So basically anything comfortable?
Is that how bad your living conditions are?
'I mean, I do have a comfortable hentai col—'
Let me stop you right there! How does that count as comfortable!
He hadn't even walked out the door when some older ladies in their nightgowns, and men in their boxer shorts arrived at the yard in front of the house. They are carrying flashlights, baseball bats, frying pans, and some are even carrying prohibited bladed weapons.
'What the hell is happening here!'
The main character froze. The women looked at him like he's dead meat. The men looked at him as if he's a robber caught in between a rock and a hard place.
"Uhmm… what are you people doing here in the middle of the night?"
'Shit… they might've thought I'm a robber… since the screams can be pinpointed to this house. Damn those two… their screams aren't even because they liked how my singing sounded.'
Hey mate, you still haven't gotten over your disgusting voice?
All of a sudden gunshots rang out. The wave of people in nightwear and torches quickly moved to the commotion down the street, leaving Mr. Nameless gaping.
"I knew it, they aren't after me." The smug grin plastered in his face certainly calls for a beating. But in his head…
'Oh jeez, oh fuck! I thought those ladies with torches were after me! Damn… they are even scarier than some Supers… especially those older ladies with mud packs on…'
The hell are you being afraid of ladies wearing mud packs! You need one too goddammit!
"Are you shot?" A series of footsteps followed by the voice of the younger brother Juan sounded out. Upon reaching the doorstep our MC is at, he asked again, seemingly expectant, "Are you shot?"
He didn't wait for the reply and just turned him around and looked for the bullet wound. "Bummer. You aren't shot." He sighed, losing most of the vitality he had earlier.
Sigh. He isn't shot.
"What the heck! Aren't you supposed to be happy I'm not shot?" Our MC of course would lash out. Even though he is a Superhuman, and can take a hell of a lot of bullets, he doesn't wanna get shot. "You know that getting shot makes me dizzy!"
That's your reason? Getting shot makes you dizzy?
"That's my aim, you imbecile. I want you dizzy, so that you can't sing anymore!" Juan sighed, as if his mental burden increased tenfold.
We're still at the issue of his voice? Fuck off!
"I just wanna sing Two Piece Man's ending theme…"