Grey (discontinued)

~ PART THIRTY THREE ~

~ CHAPTER THIRTY THREE ~

Good day Kidds!

Did I update yesterday (technically this morning because it was just after twelve AM)?

Yes, yes I did.

Am I writing again right now because I have absolutely no life?

Also yes.

Do I have ANOTHER follower?

Yes.

So shout out to-

@abi_875

Thanks for the follow!

I love all the comments you guys leave on my story, it makes it feel real that people are reading something that I wrote. I really find it unbelievable how many views I have on this story. I know some of you might not consider it a lot, as your stories might have hundreds of thousands of views, but my 18k views makes me so happy and I'm more than content with it.

Aside from me being the annoying shittaki mushroom that I am, have another chapter!

PREVIOUSLY

I was genuinely surprised when I woke up the next night feeling oddly refreshed, before realizing I'd spent all that time asleep. I chalked it up to a side effect of the healing quirk and the pain medication, before moving past that.

I'd changed out of my costume before I crashed, so it was just sitting in the corner, while I had slept on a dusty twin bed.

it was much better than concrete, so it felt like a privilege to use it.

Well, I threw the gear back on and washed up a bit before heading right back out into the city.

There's no rest for the wicked, so there won't be for me either.

☕︎︎

After jumping out the window silently, I moved to the alleyways.

I had no real plan for patrol, and any time I could have used to make a plan had been thrown out the window after I had slept for the whole day.

Speaking of that, whatever those guys gave me while I was asleep must have been STRONG, because I don't usually sleep any more than an hour or two each day. I really just hope that neither of them decide to search for my identity to give to the police. Though, if they didn't call anyone about it while they had me unconscious from blood loss, I kind of doubt they would do anything with their information now.

But you can never be too careful. They could just have done that to gain my trust so that they could lure me into a trap after making some elaborate plan, so that they could shock me into being off my game. Then take me away to some underground prison where nobody would ever hear from me again, and they could experiment on me, or torture me because nobody takes care of me in the first place, and nobody knows my identity other than them, but they only know my face, so they could absolutely just tell the government and they could disappear me, and everyone would be none the wiser.

But who am I to assume?

(I stopped here for a day, after not being able to figure out what to write)

Aside from that, I just decided to head out and figure out what to do on the way to nowhere in particular.

And so, I wandered around.