The Turf War Twisted

And That's a Wrap!

"What do you think this text means?" Bdubs asked, turning to show Tango. He looked at the screen, seeing only a couple messages:

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You

Are you coming in for work at Town Hall today?

You kinda disappeared the other day :/

Mr. GoodTimes

:( no jib datyo sorry

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Tango raised a confused eyebrow upon seeing the message. "That's... strange," he responded hesitantly. "What's 'datyo' mean?"

"I don't know! That's why I'm asking you!" Bdubs shouted, not an angry sounding shout, but a confused one.

"Well there's a 'no' and a 'sorry' in there with a frowny face, so the answer's definitely no. I just don't really understand the rest," Tango told him, shrugging his shoulders and leaning back.

"Should I check on him?"

"Maybe, I bet you of all people would know where he is."

"I can never be sure," Bdubs replied with a shrug. "Last we saw him he was panicked and said he had to go. I figured I shouldn't follow him just in case it was something personal. But if I had to guess where he stayed the night, then I definitely know." He paused for a moment, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "You wanna come with me?"

"Sure, I have nothing much to do anyways."

With that, Bdubs and Tango took off, leaving Town Hall through its grand entrance. Bdubs took the lead, as he knew where he was going and Tango was just following along. They crossed over the ocean, making their way to the jungle. As the jungle came into view, Tango understood what Bdubs was thinking. They both knew that whenever Scar needed some place to crash and didn't want to go to his base, or just wanted to think, he'd be at Larry.

Bdubs landed first on the balcony, Tango following right after. Bdubs hesitantly lifted his hand, knocking on the door. "Scar!" he called, knowing the door was at least thin enough to hear through. "Scar, are you there?" Tango and Bdubs waited for a moment before hearing some crashing inside the shell. They exchanged worried looks before Bdubs said, "I can't take it, I'm going in." He twisted the knob, unlocked just as he thought.

When Bdubs opened the door, he looked in, as well as Tango. Both their jaws dropped to the floor when they saw Scar lying on the ground, his shirt soaking wet along with a broken glass on the floor next to him. He had a small piece of the glass in his hand, observing it as if it was some ancient artefact. "Oh! Bdubs, Tango! Thank goodness you're here. The water was not refreshing at all."

With wide eyes, Bdubs approached Scar, quickly helping him up off the ground. Tango's eyes darted around, spotting a hand broom and dustpan. He grabbed it swiftly, sweeping up the broken glass while Bdubs got Scar away from it. He looked up at Bdubs as he swept up the pieces, his face clearly panicked.

"Scar. Oh my god. What happened?" Bdubs asked, helping Scar stand up stable.

"My stomach felt like it was on fire so I poured water on it and it didn't do anything! Grian lied to me, the water didn't help one bit!" Scar responded, some sweat running down his forehead.

"Grian? Your stomach on fire?! What do you mean?" Tango wondered aloud, emptying the dustpan into the trash as he spoke, not taking his eyes off the two of them.