Legends Universe: End Of Time (draft one ARCHIVE)

Eight - Break Free

Ava Max gave them a tour, showing them around. It really was an astonishing city, K-391 had to admit, but the whole place made him uneasy. Alan, however, seemed familiar with the megalopolis, and actually seemed to enjoy their time in Melitopia. That is, until they abruptly had to leave.
"Why are you wearing your mask, K?" Alan Walker asked. "That's not like you."
"Yeah, truthfully, Melitopians are kind of weary around masked people," Ava Max agreed.
K-391 had noticed people giving them hostile looks, which if anything, prompted him to keep his mask on. He felt uncharacteristically uncomfortable. The three stood uncomfortably, as locals from a nearby event started to form a cluster around them.
"Hey, don't I know you?" Some guy from the crowd asked Alan Walker.
"Probably, that tends to be a thing with celebrities," Alan Walker retorted cooley.
"Hey, we do know him!" Another person shouted from the back. "He's associated with NCS!"
The crowd grumbled at this. NCS clearly had a bad reputation around here.
"Why are they getting after me?" Alan Walker whispered to Ava Max. "It's well known that I've been fighting NCS pretty much my whole life."
"We've had a tough couple weeks fighting NCS," Ava Max explained. "We're kinda at the last straw, we'll take what we can get."
"And who's that with them!" Someone else yelled.
"Ava Max?" Someone else asked. "Why are you hanging out with these monsters?"
Alan Walker jerked forward, but Ava Max thrust out her hand to stop him.
"They're certainly not monsters!" Ava Max yelled back. "Well, he isn't," Gesturing to K-391.
"Hey!" Alan Walker interjected.
"You threw me out onto the street in the rain," Ava Max counters. "I feel inclined just to give you to them!"
"Say what!?" K-391 interjected.
"You had it coming!" Alan Walker shouted.
"Guys!" K-391 yelled. He walked up to the Melitopian mob. "I know you've got problems with NCS, but me and Alan..."
Another person cut him off. "Alan? Of course! That's Alan Walker!"
The name rang through the crowd. The mob advanced.
"Reasoning with them? Do you know anything about Melitopian culture?" Ava Max asked.
"Everyone sober gets thrown out?" K-391 suggested.
Alan Walker snorts. Ava Max groans.
"So getting out of this diplomatically is a loss?" K-391 asked.
"Yep." Ava Max sighs.
"Well then, we'll just... Oh my god that is a bad haircut!" K-391 pointed into the crowd, and then the three of them took off running in the other direction.
"Wow, maybe you do know Melitopians better than I thought," Ava Max said to K-391.
"I was talking about you." K-391 laughs.