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Chapter5: In other words~Hold My Hand~

The sun had disappeared from the sky, replaced by the pale glow of the moon. James and Wendy walked the streets of Westbrook, their steps steady and purposeful. If only they were here to enjoy the scenery and grab a bite to eat. But they knew better—luck wasn't kind to anyone without reason.

James glanced at Wendy, who walked just ahead of him, her steps filled with an unusual pep. He wasn't sure why, but the back of his mind buzzed with inquiry and suspicion. He wasn't blind. Over the past four years of their new lives, Wendy had been slipping away, doing whatever the hell she wanted behind the scenes. Worse still, she'd been trying to hide it from him and Y/N the entire time.

The truth was clear: Wendy was still playing her own game, hands on the controller, mashing buttons, hoping something would work. And the fact that she was keeping them in the dark only added to the unease he felt deep down.

Y/N (Speaker): The views are pretty nice up here, guys. Wish you'd get here faster so we could share this moment.

James brought his phone up to his face, looking mildly irritated.

James: Why're you making us walk all the way to Japantown in the first place? Feels like we're invading David's privacy if he's getting caught in this "honeypot" scheme.

Wendy: Yeah! Now you're just being overbearing.

Y/N: Wendy, I know that wasn't your voice I heard over the phone. And I swear, if it was you, I'm shaving your head in your sleep.

Wendy huffed and picked up her pace, walking a little faster to put some distance between herself and James, clearly annoyed by the teasing.

James, unfazed, shrugged and decided to get more details. "So how'd all this happen in the first place?"

Y/N (Speaker): David. He wanted to head home, but suddenly, just because he found a fine pair of legs, he decided to hang out at her place instead! He broke the bro code, man! Told me to leave! There was a code, man! A code! Sniffle... sniffle...

James winced as he listened to Y/N dramatically ugly cry over the phone. He knew Y/N was exaggerating for comedic effect, but he could also understand why the situation might sting a little.

James: "So... what? You didn't try to get 'rid' of her at the train station?"

Y/N (Speaker): "Ehhhh, I tried a little intimidation. But then David went all gentleman on me and asked me to take it easy. Then they robbed a train like it was some old western and didn't even get caught..."

James paused, impressed despite himself. "Impressive..."

Y/N (Speaker): "I know, right? The kid's shaping up to be something else! Hehe. Then he passed out from overusing his sandwich cyborg thing..."

James had to stop walking for a second, his brain trying to untangle Y/N's rambling.

James:"His what...?"

Y/N (Speaker): "Y'know, Lightning McQueen but for your spine?"

James rubbed his temples, trying to stave off a headache. "You mean his Sandevistan, Y/N."

Y/N (Speaker): "Yeah, that. Same difference."
James: Did he have his meds with him?

Y/N: Nah. Apparently, he didn't even know he needed them. But don't worry, I already gave him a good smack upside the head for that. And by "smack," I mean a solid uppercut to the chops. His ripper, though? Yeah... he's dead.

James' attention snapped to focus at that last bit of information.

James: Did you...?

Y/N: Yep... Anyway, David's got his meds now, and I'm on the lookout for a new ripper for him. So, if you guys have any suggestions, let me know. I'm talking to you in the comments section! Hit me up! Probably Vik...