The Ludicrous Escapade Pt.3

Wallowing in Debt

"Are you sure about this, (Y/N)?" Whispered Jolyne into your ear. "I don't mind making the bet."

You shook your head, giving the ball a good toss in the air. " If we want to minimize our team's damage, the best choice is definitely Foo and I. It'll be easier for the both of us to recover if something is taken. But you can focus more on finding the user. Narancia is still keeping an eye on their location. Plus, I've always been pretty good at winning bets, anyway."

"N-No! Wait!" Hermès tried her best to stand up again. "I have $5000 hidden away somewhere!"

"That belongs to McQueen, not you." Marilyn Manson turned to you, "So, what bet do you suggest?"

"How about a thousand throws and you give back everything. Seem fair?" Not that you were really planning on finishing the bet.

"Good. If you win, the money and organ will be returned. You were the one who established the rules, now the game has begun! We will meet again!" Then the debt collector sunk into Hermès' shadow, waving farewell with its hooked hand.

Foo caught your throw, sweating nervously. "One thousand throws?! That's kinda a lot, (Y/N)."

Jolyne brought the cup over to F.F.'s face. "Drink as much as you can, Foo Fighters. I'm going ahead with Narancia and (Y/N) won't be able to hold it for you." Foo hurriedly gulped down all the water she could before wiping the excess on her face with the back of her hand. Then she chucked the cup behind herself, ready to get going. Satisfied, the Cujoh went on her way. She planned to sneak up on Miraschon while the gambler was preoccupied with sabotaging you and Foo.

Before long, following the distinct hairstyle of Jolyne amidst the crowds of people, you wound up in the shower rooms. They seemed to have been recently used, water still dripping from the shower heads.

"She's not in here." Foo tried to not make it too obvious that she knew where Miraschon was hiding as she tossed the ball back to you. "There's a door in the back. Do you think we can get to the main prison from there?"

Narancia was floating in front of a pillar near the light switch, sort of gesturing behind it as if to say, 'she's here.' Then he pointed up. Jolyne had strung herself up in the shadows of the ceiling, ready to leap from her makeshift web and attack her prey the moment a solid opportunity arose.

"Foo Fighters! Go long! I'm going to throw!" You wound up your arm.

F.F. spotted Miraschon's hand reaching toward the light switches. "Wait, (Y/N)! Don't throw!" The plankton stuck out her tongue. "Just kidding!"

"Wha-?!" Exclaimed the gambler. Stand string had wrapped around her wrist before she could turn off the lights. It tugged harshly, making her arm yank up like a marionette. "When did you-?!"

"Ora!" Stone Free landed a right hook on Miraschon's face, breaking her nose and a few teeth.

Jolyne leaped down from her vantage point. "I'm not part of the bet, so I'm not breaking any rules, am I? In fact, it would probably be considered more fair this way without you butting in all the time. Now give us back what you took." Stone Free raised its fist. "Or else I promise you'll never be able to live a normal life."

You opened the back door of the shower rooms, letting more light stream in, which did indeed lead into the main part of the prison. "Hmm... we should probably try and hurry this up." Prisoners were being herded back to their cells. You could also hear the daily announcement on the loudspeakers claiming that lockdown time was approaching. You and Foo continued to casually pass back and forth as you leaned against the semi-open door.