Pardon, but for this oneshot, I will be writing in the Typewriter font. If you do not like this then oh well.
𝚁𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢, 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚢. 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙲𝚑𝚞𝚘𝚑𝚔𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗--𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝--𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙾𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍'𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎; 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎, 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕. 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚢.
"𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝙺𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚔𝚘𝚓𝚒 𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚓𝚒𝚔𝚞."
𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙰 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛, 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚞𝚙, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚢. 𝚁𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝...
"(𝙻/𝚗) (𝚈/𝚗). 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚌(𝚂𝚗-𝙴𝚢𝚎-𝙾𝚊𝚔). 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚑𝚞𝚘𝚑𝚔𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍. 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙸 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚗?"
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚁𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍.
