Aarmau: The Potato And The Stranger

Chapter 5 ~ Daddy

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Aphmau's POV

Aaron places me on the couch. The two sit down on the couch, all eyes and ears to me.

"I work for a secret agency that collects the largest criminals of the world...I began working there ever since I got out of collage...a few months ago, they elevated me from an agent to chief...if anyone else were to know about this, I would corrupt the agency, making all criminals loose. So I beg of you, don't tell anyone!" I explain, begging at the end.

"We promise we won't tell anyone." They both cross their hearts.

"How do you manage to sneak away from Katelyn and Kawaii Chan?" Aaron questions.

"I don't sneak away. The agency let me live my life. I work undercover most the time...that's why I have a gun with me at all times. It only shoots with my finger print." I shrug.

"That's cool. Wait, how did dad not shoot her, Aaron?" Melissa looks at Aaron.

"Er..I dunno..." He looks down at his gun.

"Oh, you have one of those guns. Did you hear it click?" I question.

"When it slipped into his hand?" Aaron continues inspecting his gun.

"Yeah. You have a gun for if I feels another hand that isn't the original, it will lock. It's pretty cool." I opinionize my sentence.

"Oh." Aaron says, looking like he is the dumbest man in the world.

"Can we go to the agency~?" Melissa tries persuading me.

"Do you wanna see the world's most popular criminals?" I ask, a smile on my face.

"No." Aaron peeps up.

"Yeah!" Melissa cheers.

"Okay, let's go- oh wait." I smile, then forget about my leg.

Da-rn it.

Kid-friendly, Aphmau.

"Why don't we get that looked at first..." Aaron suggests.

"Okay. That sound good." I smile.

He lifts me up and brings me to the car. Melissa follows.

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"Ma'am, you have shattered your kneecap..." The nurse sighs.

"Shattered?!" I exclaim.

"We're gonna wrap it up, then you can choose between crutches or a wheelchair...." She says.

Another doctor comes in with some sort of wrap and a mask on his face. He lifts up my leg carefully and begins unwrapping Aaron's bandana. He gives it to me and begins wrapping with the wrap. It's squishy and cold. (Wait, don't you need surgery for a shattered kneecap? Well, I wouldn't know. I only fractured my arm! One broken bone in life! I should seriously stop talking before I take out my skeletal system..X3)

"So, have you decided what you want?" He asks with a familiar voice, concentrated on wrapping my knee.

"Err...kinda." I speak, clueless and worried.

"We highly recommend the wheelchair if you don't get out of the house often. If you work, a lot, we recommend crutches. But, that's just a suggestion. Don't take my advice." He smiles, continuing to wrap my knee.