The Silent Joker

40(completed)

A/n: Woah...I'm just really shock as to how much this story has come. I really didn't think this will be any other and just a fanfic with a couple of reads, but damn. We're almost to 100k reads and that's crazy to me. I wanna thank those who had read my story and waited for the new updates for so long(I'm sorry ;/) and those who are also new. I'm really happy for the support and it's just...wow. Thank you for reading my horrible grammar for the beginning of this story, I wrote this book when I was very...young and stupid lol, and of course English isn't my first language, so it was a struggle. But yet again you guys were there to see my English grow better, not the best yet, but it's better than back then💀. I'm sorry for the long intro, enjoy this chapter you sexy ass people 😳

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"Was that the very first time your son had acted that way?"

"No. He's a teenager, of course he's a rebellious brat. He's worst than any other normal teen. He's get involved with things that don't interest him, but yet he becomes them."

"Why do you mean by that?"

"My son isn't normal. He never had a monster inside. They always see him as a villain, but a villain is just a victim without knowing their story."

102-12

"WHAT A FALL! The undefeated team has been destroyed in a snap of a finger!!! What happen?!!" You knew this will happen. It's already the last day, and you're wearing a knee support, of course you broke a bone so you had no option but to watch the game from the sidelines. Well...not a game, more like a circus coming to its downfall. And those clowns just kept making a fool of themselves. Shaking your head, you looked up at the ceiling and blinked multiple times. You never noticed the ceiling, 'is this what I've been playing under of?' For a weird reason, your eyes couldn't pulled away from the scene. It felt comfortable, and safe for you to begin your thoughts...

"May I ask another question?"

"Of course."

"Why does your son look up at the ceiling most of the time?"

Snickers

"Because he's thinking of a plan. That's a habit of his: once you see him in that position. It's all over for you; it's best to stop, and give up."

"But—"

"Trust me."

"You're all an embarrassment!! It's barely the second half!!!" The coach shouted, making everyone inside the locker room still silent, and you looking at them like nothing. They were a walking of embarrassment, all of them are. You had hired a new coach, a professional one, to help you out with the training, but all of them were a bunch of slackers when it came to practice, and anyone can tell right away. The coach currently started yelling all of their mistakes and how ungrateful they are with the hard work him and you had given them. You weren't planning to say anything, because that old man surprisingly said it all.

They all just simply suck ass.

There was now nothing but foul games. It was all depressing. None of them could've done a three pointer, nor a point from the foul line. It was as if you were watching a kids game, not even actually. That will just be an insult for those kids, they're worst.

The enemy now began to taunt your team with street ball style, something that your team hates the most. Why? Because it reminded them of you. You were known to street ball style, a style that was made up in moves and acceptable fouls. You studied the book just so it all can be approved for games. That's how crazy you are.

Read a menu?

Nah, read the whole invention.

It's been a month since you've broken you're knee, it did felt a little better, but it was best to stay calm for a while. Luckily the pass few games weren't bad as todays. This team are good, but not that good to the point a team should be losing this bad. Although, it was already too late...this game is the last one.

And yet...you've been acting a forcing yourself to not care. But you know....

"He knows?"

"He knows that's he's very mad."

GAME OVER

102-101

"No way!!!!"

"Holy shit! They were so close?!"

"Didn't he break his knee?! What the actual fuck!!?"

"That was fucking awesome!"

"Please introduce yourself."

"I am Myles Orlando, and I'm the coach of M/n L/n."

"It is a pleasure, Coach Orlando. I only have one question for you."

"Fire it up."

"Why did you add M/n L/n to the game?"

"Oh."

"I didn't add him."

"I remember he stood up and walked up to me, and just straight told me..."

Your eyes stared deeply at the coach, you were gritting your teeth tightly to the point a vein was popping out. The coach noticed, but waited for your words to come out first.

"Put me and Red in."