Memories Forgotten (Creepypasta Harem X Weak Male Saiyan Reader)

Chapter 4 - Convincing Bravery

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Exclaimer
Art isn't mine and never will be mine, cause I'm not talented in this department and rely on others to make it for me so I can steal it with shame written all over my face.

I'm sorry talented artist's on behalf of most of the population..... :(

If one of the owners of the art ever sees this (though I doubt they will) and would like me to stop using their artworks, then I will 100% understand and respect their wishes.
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Auther Note
(I'm in a good mood cause of Sparking Zero, so I'll give you guys another. Don't know if and or when the next one will come out though)
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Speach: "Hello reader."
Thoughts: 'Hope you're doing well.'
Telepathy: "If not then remember..."
Memory: "You matter, don't..."
Author: (Ever forget that!)
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Pov Jane Tod Richardson

Clutching the gun in my hand I prepare to open the door and handle whatever issue there was outside. If this was ANY other time I wouldn't be worried in the slightest and have already solved the problem, but now with Y/n being here I was worried.

If there turned out to be one or more followers of the operators outside than this could be a problem, not for me, but for Y/n. I've hardly ever had issue's when dealing with them, however it didn't mean that he could handle one.

One wrong move and it could be his life, so I HAD to make sure he didn't get involved. Looking behind I see that Y/n had prepared one of his blasts in his hands and looked determined to help me. I knew all he wanted to do was to assist me, but I couldn't risk it.

I shook my head to him, telling him to stop using them and stay where he was with a look I gave him. He looked at me and was ready to protest, but seemed to remember something and gave in, making the blast disappear in his hand. 'Sorry Y/n...' I apologise to him in my thoughts before turning around to the door. 'But you're FAR from ready.'

Opening the door slightly I felt black goo encase my body and change my size to be small enough to walk out the crack in the door. Despite not being able to see him anymore, I could just feel his look of amazement, making me giggle silently to myself. Looking around I didn't see much of anything until from behind a tree in the distance I saw a few teens on the older side armed with weapons, looking shady as hell.

'Idiots.' I thought to myself, a little relieved it wasn't any followers of the operators. Despite this, I had to take care of them myself, Y/n wasn't able to match a drunk guy on the street, so there's zero chance he's got a shot against someone sober, despite him being older.

"I think he's older anyway.' I thought to myself. 'He never did tell us his age, not that he probably remembers.'

The goo encased me again and I grew back to my normal height before walking towards the teens, already having a plan set. The sounds of my heels crunching the grass caught their attention as I got closer and got a good look at what they were doing.

They were taking illegal substances, of which I couldn't tell for the moment. I began analysing the situation with supreme speed, noting anything that could be useful for a confrontation. Thankfully due to my eyes being just black voids they're unable to tell what I'm doing.

First I take note of how many there are.

'Two boys, two girls.'

I turn my eyes to see how many have weapons and what kind.