Passing The Slums...

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(Gonna be short today! Also, '(N/N)' means 'NickName'!)

(Y/N) POV!

Wait...I don't have a good feeling about this...run down buildings...lots of pollution...smoke everywhere...dogs barking...cats hissing...where even are we?

"Oops! My phone died!" Michael admitted, sheepishly. "IIIIIIIII...don't know where we are..."

Michael...seriously...? How are you THIS dumb...?

"Michael?" I asked, in the sweetest tone I could use.

"Yeah? What's up (N/N)?" Michael grinned.

"Were you...dropped as a baby...?" I ask, deadpan, my eyes as cool as steel.

"W-wha-?" Michael stuttered.

"Kiddinggggggggg~" I said, definitely not kidding...

He looked...hurt? But he quickly laughed it off.
Maybe I'll apologise.
Maybe... :-)

"This the slums? HA! How messy can humans be!?" Armaros cackled, his shoulders shaking with every laugh he let out. It was a unusual sound. It was...wrong...as if he rarely used it.

But he was right. Black water, plastic bags everywhere, bottles everywhere, mess, clothes on the floor, homes made of...metal? Woah. And are those tires? Damn, this really is the slums...

"HEY! WHO ARE YOU!?" An unknown voice rang through the area.

We.
All.
Froze.
Up...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MICHAEL KAISER!!!
I'M INTO BLUE LOCK NOW!
I LOVE IT!
I LOVE FOOTBALL!
I LOVED IT FOR AGES!
I CAN'T WAIT FO THE WORLD CUP!!!
HIS BIRTHDAY IS TODAY, DECEMBER 25TH!!!
HE'S SUCH A COOL CHARACTER!
I ALSO COULDN'T BE BOTHERED TO ADD DETAILS! :P
BYE! 🐬🦋🐇🐰

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