*no current title*| THE MANDELA CATALOGUE X PHIGHTING

Playgrounders

erm sorry for not updating in a while

my writing went downhill and i couldnt think of how to write it

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Cesar was allowed to leave, however on the condition he left with one of the phighters. Cesar wasn't sure what to feel since he saw that bitter grimace on Medkit's face when he said 'I'll leave you to one of the..playgrounders..'

So now he was following behind one of the said playgrounders. Green visors, large boombox, cap, he looked like a friendly person. It was a surprise to Cesar how he was taller than Boombox despite being called short his entire life.

"So, what's your name?" Boombox tilted his head so he can look at Cesar more properly. "Cesar." Cesar fiddled with his hands. He was still half nervous about some other phighter hurting him and the others.

"Cool, my name's Boombox!" Boombox was literally radiating every good vibe possible. It was hard to hate him. "I can tell." Cesar muttered quietly, causing Boombox to chuckle. "Say, wanna go bother my friends?" Boombox had a mischievous grin on his face.

"Hm. Sure why not." Boombox's visors lit up. "Really??" Just like a puppy, Boombox perked up with enthusiasm. Cesar jolted back a little. It was so hard to find any happy people in Mandela County anymore. It was either people had killed themselves or become depressed and then killed themselves.

"Uhh..sure..?" Cesar repeated, Boombox's mood brightening even more. "Come on then!" Boombox grabbed Cesar's hand and started running, dragging Cesar behind.

Eventually they reached a jungle-like area. There were roughly 2 others. One with a skateboard and one with a slingshot. If Cesar didn't even have to guess their names. The phighter with a skateboard had fallen over and the phighter with a slingshot was anxiously standing over him.

"S-Board I told you not to make that trick shot." The slingshot wielding phighter sighed in exasperation.

"It waas worth it..oww..." The skateboard owning phighter winced while lying on the floor. Cesar grimaced as he saw this. Boombox merely sighed and whacked him over the head. "I'm not healing you anymore Skateboard."

"But it hurts!"

"Boo-hoo. Go cry about it 'cause I don't phucking care. Slap a band-aid on it." Boombox scowled at Skateboard. "I'm still mad at you two for breaking my boombox yesterday. I had to go all the way to Subspace just to get it fixed!" Boombox shot the two a glare, the two phighters sheepishly fidgetting.

"Who's the fancy guy beside you?" Skateboard picked his skatebaord (fuck you i dont care enough to spell this correctly anymore ive been trying for 5 seconds) and walked over.

"Ah, this is Cesar. Cesar, this is-"

"I'm not an idiot I can guess what their names are by what they're holding." Cesar sighed with much exasperation, Boombox grimacing but nodding.

Skateboard got on his skateboard and started to skate around Cesar, circling him as Cesar backed away slowly, hiding behind Boombox. "You're not from around here, are you?" Skateboard's eyes narrowed. Slingshot took this as a sign to make Skateboard back the fuck up. "Woah there, S-Board."

Slingshot playfully shot a pebble at Skateboard, making the other shoot him a look that said "YOU ARE SO DEAD WHEN I CATCH YOU.", making Slingshot have a 5 second head start, running off without the three.


Skateboard started to skate after Slingshot, the two making it quite far. "And there they go." Boombox rolled his eyes. "C'mon, let's go meet the other phighters!"