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capter 3 pipa parkejnr

Okay. That got.. kinda weird.

Guts and I met a few days back in a coffee shop. Some random asshole named Neo kept messing with her so I helped her out and punched him out. Guts said she really appreciated that and the moment I saw her face, I.. immediately had a thing for her. Ugh, I can't believe I almost blew it back there. I froze up like an idiot staring at her, but luckily, Guts didn't really mind. She just.. kept a really happy face on the entire time. Like an emoji of a smiley. Oh fuck, I think I'm crushing on someone again.. and she like, reached into her suit and pulled out a slip of paper. My heart literally jumped, she gave me her number. It had a little spiral doodle on it and she told me to call her if I ever needed her. She gave me another smile and she left. I'm fucking glad that my fur covers my face because I might as well been a tomato at the time. Like, the whole entire day, I couldn't stop thinking about her. It's just something about her that I can't put my finger on.. god damn. And the day after that, and the day after that I couldn't stop thinking about her. I kept thinking about the note and I just had to give in. I rung it up and I heard her voice. "Hey, Pipsy! I'm glad you rang up our number, I thought you forgot about us! 😊" Oh shit, I was supposed to call them earlier!? Fuck! "H- Haha.. y- yeah, I was just a little bit busy! But I remembered, yeah! I did!" I can hear Guts giggling which gave me a shit load of butterflies. Dang, I'm really desperate. "Stay at your house, we're coming to visit you! Stay at your house, Pipsy!~ 👋" And then she hang up the phone. I tried to open my mouth to ask how they know where I live, but she already hangs up. Normally, I would've freaked out, but I felt.. oddly flattered? Like, that was sorta weird. And before I could contemplate it further, there's a knock at the door.

It catches me by surprise and I nearly throw my phone into the air, shit. I hastily fumble around as I catch it and I rush to the door. I peek through the peephole and I see a bunch of those old black Cadillac's that you'd see in a movie. There's also a bunch of fancily-dressed big guys all with a familiar logo. I kinda panic since this looks like I'm about to be kidnapped, but I check the note from earlier. It had the same spiral shape that the suited men have on. I take a closer look through the peephole and I can make out Guts in one of the cars! I quickly unlock the door and I try to bolt out to greet her but I.. accidentally slammed face first into one of the men. Shit. The man lets out a slurry of swears and he stumbles backwards. I cover my mouth, absolutely embarrassed with my dumbass. "I'm so sorry! I didn't.. I swear I didn't mean to.." The guy I knocked over cuts me off. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, whateva. Jus' get in that car ova' there and shaddup." He points to the car where Guts is in and I can swear I see her laughing. That instantly makes my heart skip a beat. I apologize again and I rush towards the car, stumbling because of my stupid, stupid heels. "Hey, Pipsy! How're you? 👋" Her face literally transforms into like, a Gif of a hand waving. That's really, really cool. "I- I'm doing good, thank you for asking!" Good god, why do I stutter so much!? Ugh, she probably thought I was so weird! She started up the car and along the way she told me about a "cool place" that she's taking me. She tells me about the people that work there and how "nice and sweet" they are, especially this Stretcher guy. She likes to talk about him a lot and I hate to admit it, but I was pretty jealous. Like a lot. I wasn't gonna let this Stretcher guy get in the way, not now. The drive takes a while because my house is pretty far from where we're going, which would've made me scared if Guts wasn't such a fucking charmer.

And finally, we get to where we were meant to go. Skimming the outskirts yet staying near the capital of Avant City. The Cadillac in front of us pulls into an absolutely massive warehouse. The giant gate got lifted up by this.. giant burly man wearing a red suit and a purple tie with a brick head? Our car pulls into the warehouse as well as the car behind us. I don't know what the hell's going on here. "Well, here we are! This is the place! Let's go, Pipsy! 😄" I raise an eyebrow and I exit the car. The big brick-headed man drops the shutter gate behind us and it lands with a loud thud. It takes me by surprise and I nearly stumble because of my damn heels. Nobody else seems really fazed, so I assume they're used to that happening. The men exit their cars and they go behind some of the massive aisles full of boxes and stuff. Doesn't look legal, but I don't really care. The brick-headed giant stays silent and not moving. I can't read his facial expression 'cause he's got no eyes, but I can tell he's watching me intently. He kind of makes me nervous. The staring contest is cut short and he lifts the gate again, without any issue, and a black van with a spiral logo spray-painted on the side with tinted windows pulls in.

It roughly brakes, making a loud squeaking sound. "Oh hey! Stretchy's back!" Oh, and of course this Stretcher guy gets a cute nickname as well. That fucking bastard.. I see the bitch that Guts was talking about exit the van. Tall, grey bandages, trench coat, fedora. He bends his back pretty weirdly as he exits the van. He stretches his limbs and I could hear his joints popping from here. Stretcher catches our eye and he scowls. She waves over to him and he reluctantly trusted over to us. He stares at me with a weird look on his face. Ugh, the nerve of that guy.  He walks over and he and Guts talks for a bit. I catch him talking shit about me and I can see Guts' face turn into an angry one for a split second. "Ugh, can you just show her around, please?!" Stretcher finally agrees and he kicks open the hatch. He looks at me and he points at the hatch. "Gettttt in." I raise my eyebrows and I look at him in disbelief. "You.. you want me to just.. go down this hole. Like, a random hole." Stretcher gives me a tired look. "Yyyyyeah. Y'know, for a visitor, you ask a lotta questions. You wanna see the place, go down the fuckin' hole. You don't wanna see the place you can fuck outta here." Jesus, he talks a lot of smack. I scowl and I finally go down the ladder, shaking because of fucking heels. I make it to the bottom and Stretcher extends his legs and he shrinks down the hole.

He waves his hand forward, signaling me to follow him. He opens a metal door and we move through some boring rooms. We pass some very, very intoxicated men who look like they're on the brink of collapsing. There's a hallway with broken bits and holes everywhere on the doors and the ceiling.  I can see that whoever was supposed to fix it.. didn't really care at all?? Some of them were painted over, but you can tell the paint's a different color. They put some duct tape over some holes, which is even more obvious.. and they just.. left some holes in the open?? At the end of the hallway, there's a door with lots of chatter behind it. "Thisssss is the only place that fuckin' matters in this hellhole. Don't talk to anyone or make eye contact." Stretcher slips the door open, and oh my god. This place is.. fucking huge. It's like a giant casino mixed with a bar. There's lots of men playing poker, wasting their money on slot machines, and a ton of people crowding around a billiards game. Jesus, I can't tell if I like it here or not. "Aaaaand this is what's actually goin' on around here. We don't give a shit about killing 'mutants' anymore, that was a fuckin' while ago. That made us a couple a' bucks but now we've moved on. Now we just get our money through any way we fuckin' want. We don't care what race you are, mutant, human, whateva'. We don't give a shit if you're rich or poor. We don't care if you're a guy, girl, gay, straight, beyond that. We'll rob your ass anyway, heheheheh!" ..Okay. I guess.. that's equality? I don't fucking get it, but you know what, I don't care. I'm not here to ask questions. There's drunk people everywhere. My sense of smell isn't that great, but I can tell the smell of smoke and cigarettes is fucking everywhere in this place, but it's tolerable, I guess. A very drunk overweight guy staggers towards me and Stretcher and Stretcher tenses up, I can see he's getting annoyed. He moves faster and I take the hint. "Hey.. uh.. bitch! Where can I.. get your fucking.. number.." His less drunk friends are snickering at him. Ugh. The fat drunk guy tries to follow us and Stretcher fucking snaps. "Eeeeeh, Beer Belly, ya like to drink, don't ya? Why don't ya fuckin' drink this, you fuckin' pig!" Stretcher steals someones shot glass and he smashes it Beer Belly's face. He stumbles backwards and busts his ass on the ground, his friends erupting in laughter as they crowd around him. Stretcher grabs my hand, which is kinda weird but whatever, and we rush away. "Yyyyyyou can't blame me for fuckin' loathing myself and everythin' when I gotta spend the rest of my fuckin' life here. Ya have to deal with repulsive fuckwads like Beer Belly. He's got a history of doin' that. I'll take ya where you can meet some respectable people."

Then we walk into a really fancy gold elevator.