Jay's POV
1st August, 20XX
Dear diary,
I don't know why or how a nice day like this can turn bad, but it apparently can. And I hate it.
It was such a good day. The sun was shining so bright in the sky, and I was just studying for a test, trying to get good grades for my final semester, when my chicken came up to me.
I know what you may be thinking. Of all the animals I could keep as a pet, a chicken? My answer, Yes. Why not, anyway? I can keep any pet I want. It's my choice. And I chose a chicken.
And it's not an ordinary chicken either. It's an elemental chicken of lightning.
Just like me. Well, except for the chicken part.
But soon I was jolted out of my thoughts as my tracker has to pick something up at that exact moment.
It was the mechanic, a half-cyborg half-human thug who operated a noodle truck with gadgets for stealing stuff.
And I had to leave my comfy study chair for that. Great.
So, I left in my Ninja suit and headed towards the location of his latest attack, sprinting and jumping on the rooftops.
No one knows, but by now I'm basically a Parkour expert.
I arrived at the scene of the ongoing crime, where the mechanic was incapacitating a guard. I quickly ran at him, my nunchucks out, when he noticed me, and took up a defensive position.
We fought, me trying to land a blow, and him blocking it to counterattack. Then, I slipped, and he got me. And now, he was holding me, his vice like grip hurting a lot.
And suddenly, I heard a......... Cluck?!
It was my chicken! Standing there and looking all... Intimidating?!
"Ooh! Looks like I'll celebrate my victory over the Blue Ninja with some roasted chicken! Haha!" Oh no!
"Buddy, watch out!" I shout as the mechanic drops me and starts shooting flames at my chicken.
But..... The chicken dodged it! Haha! Go chicken!
"Ohhh, you've learnt a few things from your Owner, eh? Well take this!" He shouts as he charges over to the chicken, throwing flames in one hand.
The chicken, being awesome, dodges it and flys at him using his electric powers.
And my chicken, using it's powers, starts to- Oh, right, too inappropriately bad torture using electric powers. Well, I bet the mechanic will feel that in the morning!
And plus, the chicken left the mechanic as a sobbing mess. Wow. Next time the mechanic attacks, I'm going to bring him.
And though I haven't come up with a name for my chicken, I guess I can call him,
You-know-what.
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