A Literal Run for Your Money ~ Chapter 6

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(Astrid's P.O.V.)

*ring*

I groaned. "Stupid alarm clock," I muttered as I got up. I totally pulled off an all-nighter...got roughly 30 minutes of sleep. Sunlight reflected off everything. Oh yeah, Mystique the water aero phoenix made my room too clean...too sparkly...too shiny. I stared at my room. No water, no seafood. There goes our infinite amount of seafood. I decided to check my stats. My mana was full, that's good.

Time for breakfast...I wonder if the lazy couch potato, Kathrine is awake. I gotta check my bank account soon. Money is needed to pay rent! Money is not needed to get food.

"Couch potato Kathrine! You up?" I yelled at the door. "Thanks to your very much unnecessary wake-up call, I can sell my alarm clock and earn some spare cash." Kathrine replied through the door. "Come over now!!! We've got croissant for breakfast! Free food! Dunno where or how we got it though..." I told her. I diverted my gaze towards the sink. Not a morning person...too far away...don't wanna walk. Why must life be so harsh?

I sat down at the table after taking about 3 minutes to lazily wash my hands. The smell of warm croissants filled my lungs and left me in ease. I took 1 bite. Hmmm. The flaky sensation pleased my tastebuds. Delicious.

"Hey Astrid, enough fantasizing over there....so, whatcha doing today?" Kathrine , now fully conscious, asked. "I'm heading to the bank to check my balance after this...how 'bout you?" I replied before taking another bite out of the tasty breakfast on my plate. "I'll just go with ya. Got nothing better to do..." she answered. I just shrugged and continued to enjoy myself with the satisfaction of eating croissant.

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"My job is much more efficient than yours!" Kathrine stated.
"I have more money!" I retorted.
"But you've been working longer!"
"And you're lazy!"
"You work too much!" Kathrine taunted.
"No, you're just-"

I was cut off. "Yes, I get it...you 2 are quite the bunch. You're excellent with your jobs, and I, the lonely, bored banker is simply a jack of all trades and a master of none," the banker person sarcastically said. "Though oftentimes better than the master of one..." I started. "Yes! I am better than most dear....so, what may I do for you?" she agreed wholeheartedly. What an ego. I think I just did a great job at inflating it even more. Yay for you Astrid!

"We'd like to check our balance miss..." Kathrine said, clearly pissed and ready to burst out in laughter with the cocky attitude of the banker (heck, she reminds me of Henrietta from Log Horizon). "Oh yes, names?" she requested sweetly with an oddly creepy smile. "Kathrine. Kathrine Kira." Kathrine replied. "Astrid Astraea." I said. "No, no my dears. Full names. First name, second name, middle name, sur-" I did myself a favor and cut her off. I've never said my full name since I arrived here, but I somehow remembered it. "Astrid Selene Mira Astraea." I stated bluntly. "Lovely name sweetheart!" she cooed. What the hell...sweetheart!? "Kathrine Maru Salem Kira." Kathrine said. The banker typed something on her computer and walked far back into the bank. She turned to us and beckoned for us to follow.

Kathrine and I wearily followed her as she lead us through a series of vaults, constantly reaching some weird-looking thing that seemed like some top secret vault that could never be unlocked. It was rusted bronze with some mini passages and tunnels going through it that looked like it could be cracked with a code. Based on what I see, the code is...2-3-1-9-4-6-7-5. How I got that? I don't know. Wait on-that's why I know the code. That's why I feel so creeped out.

The vault is unlocked.

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"Emergency! Emergency! Someone has broken through and a thievery has occurred at vault 916! Bank security, please investigate immediately!" The telecom announced. I guess I was right. What was in there anyways to the point it had to be protected by some super genius code which just got cracked. Guess it wasn't genius after all. Or it was and whoever cracked the code was a genius himself. Gah! This is killing my head.

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