Hey Now, You're a Brawl Star! (A Brawl Stars Story)

Bull Arc Chapter Four

The duo stopped at the first welcome center, picking up a map and planning out their next steps. "So, you decided you wanted to stay in the Metro-retro wedge, right?" Crow asked, clicking a pen as he spoke.

"Yeah," murmured Bull, who was deep in thought. Crow studied his face, but found no signs of what the younger man was thinking. Then out of the blue, Bull voiced what was going on in his head. "What if we opened a restaurant? I can cook, you can wait tables. We need jobs anyways." Crow blinked a few times, then sighed.

"Where and with what money? I'm fine with taking out a loan, but we need an actual plan to do that." Bull snatched the map from his hands and stared at the Metro-retro wedge. Crow could see him mouthing ideas and occasionally shaking his head. Finally, he planted a finger firmly on the tip of the wedge, where the modern cityscapes began to fade away as Retropolis began to grow larger. The city had a fifties feel, and would be a perfect location for any sort of restaurant.

"Here. That way, the restaurant can still be in the city, but people from some of the other wedges can still get there." Crow nodded, satisfied with the reasoning. He trusted his friend completely, and he figured that there were gangs in Retropolis if they got low on cash.

"Alright then. Let's go."

Time skip brought to you by a lack of planning.

The two men spent the rest of the day driving up to the top of the city wedge, pitching ideas back and forth about their latest business venture. Eventually they settled on opening a diner, with Bull claiming that everyone likes greasy food. The diner would fit in with the theme of the city surrounding it, and the finished product would not look out of place in the movie /Grease/.

Both boys were hyped up as they drove through the area of Retropolis they had selected, where Super City and Robotown faded out and Retropolis swelled to take over the remainder of the wedge. Occasionally, one of them would point out a building to the other, but it wasn't until the twentieth or so building that the men began to make progress.

The building was a squat rectangle, with a decaying roof and red stains lining the gutters, presumably from neon piping. The walls were painted white, but the paint was peeling away to reveal a coat of black underneath. In front of the glass double doors stood a man and a woman, both holding demolition tools, and a robot in some sort of cart.

"Crow Crow Crow stop! Right there! That one!" Bull slapped Crow's shoulder until the older man pulled into the parking lot, practically tumbling out the door in an attempt to stop the demolition crew from taking down the building. The trio turned to stare at Bull, who looked like a maniac as he ran towards them, shouting for them to stop.

The woman, who wore overalls over a red shirt that matched her partner, a hard hat, and pigtails pulled out a small hand drill and a container of pepper spray, both of which were quickly taken away by her partner. He was an older man with a white beard who was clad in a similar outfit, with jeans instead of overalls. The robot, who was seated in a cart next to them, wore overalls, a red bow tie, and a hard hat.

"Please don't take this building down! My name is Brady Trankston and I am completely willing to buy this building!" heaved Bull, out of breath from his sprint and near collision with a pile of shopping carts laying haphazardly in the parking lot.

"Are ya now?"

"This one?" Crow glanced at the woman, surprised that they had spoken at the same time. The woman nodded at him, then went back to staring at Bull.

"Yeah! Yes. Yes," Bull said, taking a second look at the building. He nodded once to himself before grabbing Crow's wrist and hauling him into the building. The demolition crew followed, none of them entirely sure of what was happening. "Yeah, 's what I thought. Perfect size." He surveyed he inside, which was little more than an empty box at the moment. Dragging Crow over to a corner, he began estimating measurements. "If we put a wall here, this would be a great kitchen. Stove here, fryers, ovens, the whole shebang. You getting this Crow?"