The Saint

[-:-] Chapter 15: Unhappy Campers [-:-]

Y/N's POV

I sat on the couch, reading the bible. Millie and Moxxie were at the front desk, tending to a customer as I flipped through the pages.

It's been a while since...that fight against Striker. I do have to admit...it was completely foolish of me to do such an act. God is still-

(YOU HAVE THE BLESSING OF ME! HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO-)

{Easy there, it was somewhat honorable to fight fairly. Besides, he still won.}

Hush! Let me talk in peace...After I woke from the hospital with Matilda, I noticed some gifts that were left from what I presume came from her and the others.

Blitz left a toy horse...no surprise there. There was a portrait of the I.MP. Team, along with a note saying it was from Moxxie and Millie. However, I didn't expect the other gifts that were left also.

There was a necklace with the shape of a crescent moon, who I presume came from Loona. Another gift was parts of a meteor. Matilda said that it was from both Octavia and Stola...which was quite nice of them to do so. However...there was a cowboy hat specifically for me...I wonder who it was from.

(It's from Striker.)

{I believe that he knows, it's simply just an act of sarcasm.}

(How am I supposed to know! He's completely somewhat dense!)

{In his defense...you're God.)

...Quiet, please. Ever since I got out of the hospital, I spent my time with the others. Read some books with Octavia, hung out with both Millie and Moxxie...did stuff with Stola and Blitz for days.

*Sniff.*

...I'm sorry, but are you crying?

(It's not fair man...I CREATED YOU! HOW COME THEY DON'T COME UP TO ME LIKE THAT?!)

{...Just make one?}

(IT'S NOT AN EASY PROGRESS!)

I slammed my head onto the bible, slowly getting ticked off by their arguments.

*SLAM!*

The entrance opened aggressively.

_______________

3rd Person POV

We see Blitza enter inside the room, covered in bruises along with leaves and dirt on her clothes. She was dejected, not wishing to engage in any interaction just yet.

"Ma'am! There's a client here who wants to-"

*SLAM!*

Blitza interrupted Moxxie as she enters inside her office room, slamming loudly once more. Y/N peeked his head out from reading the bible, watching them.

"I'm sorry, you were saying?" Millie turned back to the client, chuckling nervously.

"Well, it's just that I'm sure one of the other camp counselors killed me, I'm just not sure which one..." The client shrugged, unsure who did it.

"If you don't mind me joining in...but how come you have no idea?" Y/N walked up to desk as well.

"I was out on the lake when my boat started to sink. Someone had drilled holes in it. The counselors are the only ones with keys to the boathouse, and they're the only ones who knew I couldn't swim. It had to be them." The client did hand motions to describe what would happen.

Millie was delightfully smiling, while Moxxie looked unsure.

"Hmm, we don't typically do investigations." Moxxie said, putting a finger below her chin.