I do not own any characters from Gravity Falls and All-new Ghost Rider. Robbie and Gabe Reyes belong to Marvel comic. Gravity Falls characters belong to Disney.
Los Angeles, Canelo's Auto and Body.
Roberto "Robbie" Reyes was a young mechanic in his early twenties. On this rather ordinary day he was working on a customer's car- in this case, a 2011 Ford Crown Victoria. Its engine wouldn't start because of a malfunctioning spark plug. After he had finished up the car, his co-worker Ignacio called out. "Aye, Robbie!"
"Yeah?" Robbie replied while drinking a bottle of water.
"Bossman wanna see you." He replied.
"Did he say why?" Asked Robbie.
"Dunno, amigo. But he wants ya in his office now." And with that Ignacio walked away.
Robbie stood confused for a moment, before making his way towards Canelo's office. He wondered why his boss called him in the middle of his workday. Was it because he took one of the customer's cars out for a ride? Maybe… but hey! It was returned back in one piece. Was it because of him being late at work sometimes? Probably, after all, he had "stuff" to do at night.
Eventually, the young mechanic reached the office and knocked on the door.
"Who's there?" His boss asked.
"Yo, Canelo. It's me. Robbie."
"Oh yeah. Come in."
Robbie opened the door and saw Canelo sitting at his desk. There was a white envelope resting on the desk, and Canelo loomed over it as if waiting.
"Uh, I heard Ignacio said you wanna see me." Robbie said.
"Yes, Robbie. Close the door and take a seat." Canelo responded.
Robbie nodded as he closed the door quietly, then walked toward the chair and took a seat in front of his boss.
"What is it, boss?"
Canelo sighed and said, "Robbie, there's something I have to tell you."
Robbie sensed that something wasn't right, but he just nodded and replied. "Go on."
"You see, Robbie. Business isn't doing so well nowadays."
Robbie simply nodded in agreement, "I know. You've been cutting down some of our guys and equipment."
"Yeah, you're getting my point."
"And that's why you call me here? To tell me this?" Robbie asked with slight confusion in his voice.
"Well actually, it's not just that." Canelo signed again "You don't have to come to work for me tomorrow."
"What?!" Said Robbie out loud as he was surprised.
After regaining his composure, Robbie asked while scratching the bridge of his nose "So you're saying that I'm fired?"
Canelo just nodded. "Yes, I'm sorry."
Robbie sighed as he tried to plead "Looks Canelo, I know business is going very bad these days, but I really really need this job to-"
"To support your disabled brother, I understand that Robbie." Canelo cut Robbie short, which surprised him a bit, then Canelo continued, "But like I said, business is going worse than I thought. I'm really sorry, but I have no other choice."
Then he pushed the white envelope toward Robbie and said. "Here's your final paycheck. You're the best man I ever had, Robbie."
Robbie stared at it in disbelief for a while before sighed heavily and took his paycheck.
"Understood." he said.
He walked back to the office's door but stopped midway and said to Canelo while turning his back to him. "You know business is at its worst when you fire your best man."
"I know, I might even close this place down next week." Replied Canelo.
Robbie opened the door, but before he left he looked back and said to his boss "Take care, Canelo."
"You too, Robbie. Say hello to Gabe for me please."
"Yeah." and with that, Robbie closed the door and left.
After changing into his casual outfit; which consisted of a black leather jacket with two racing white stripes, a white hoodie, a pair of blue jeans and a pair of black Vans, he looked at his working uniform one last time… before shoving it back in the closet and walked back to his car. On his way there, he checked his paycheck and founded out Canelo paid him less than he should have, even for a final paycheck.
"Heh, I guess all that debt and low pay is finally catchin' up to him." Robbie said, before he noticed a group of people in suits, brandishing weapons as they walked toward Canelo's office.
On any other day, Robbie would've done something to help… But he just got fired, and helping out after making a scene at his workplace, well ex-workplace to be exact, wasn't something Robbie would like to do. And he was underpaid all the time anyway, so he guessed it would be just a matter of time before he quit this job, or got fired.
With that, Robbie thought about what to do now that he was unemployed. He could have gone back to street racing but luck wasn't always on his side. Besides, he still had some "stuff" to do at night.
"Guess we should pick up Gabe now right, babe?" Robbie asked his baby, a chrome black 1969 Dodge Charger R/T fitted with a supercharger, just like Vin Diesel's in Fast and Furious.
Robbie flicked his key chain like his usual habit before got in the car and turned her on. She greeted him with her sweet rumble, something that always calmed a muscle car lover guy like Robbie.
"Come on. Let's ride." Robbie whispered before driving away.
A small teenager, Gabriel "Gabe" Reyes, Robbie's little brother, wheeled down the street with worry on his face. His school bus broke down so that was out of the question and Janet's car was stolen last night so he couldn't hitch a ride from her either. That left him with the last option, riding the metro. Gabe gulped nervously at the thought. Now, there wasn't anything wrong with the subway, in fact, it might've got him where he needed to go faster.
However, there was one thing that bothered the teen, in order to reach the subway he had to go through the bad part of the town.
You know, where cops were good for nothing and it was common to see prostitutes, drug dealers, and someone being robbed and possibly killed. Gabe wheeled past an alleyway and just as he expected, a group of gangbangers was robbing a man.
"Give me all yo damn money, nigga!" yelled a thug while pointing a gun at the man.
"Please, this is all I have!" the man pled.
"Bullshit! I know ya hidin' it somewhere!" another thug yelled.
"Looks like this nigga ain't got no shit on him-" then the leader spotted the boy in a wheelchair watching them.
"Hey! What'chu looking at, Hot Wheels?!" the gang leader yelled.
"Uh, nothing." Gabe said nervously while trying to awkwardly wheel away.
"Wow wow, not so fast, ya got some nice wheels there." the gang leader declared while laughing menacingly and leading his gang toward Gabe.
Just as they about to touch Gabe, a familiar black Charger appeared suddenly and parked next to him. Immediately Robbie stepped out of the car while glaring at the gang.
The gang leader smirked and said."Well, well, even better." He approached the car then touched her.
"Hands off my car!" Robbie threatened.
"Why? I'm just admiring her, homie. It's a shame to see something this nice," then the gang leader looked at Robbie and smirk. "in the hands of someone who can't take care of her. What I'd really like to do is get a look under the hood."
Just as the gangsta was about to open the hood, Robbie's eyes flamed up and the car burnt the gangsta hand, which made him cry out in agony.
"Ouch! What the fuck?!"
"Whoops, seems like she runs a little hot." Robbie smirked.
Angrily, the gang leader shouted. "Get this motherfucker!"
The gang members shouted and charged at Robbie, one of them threw a punch at Robbie, but being a former street fighter, Robbie held up his hands and blocked it, before grabbing and slamming his head against the Charger hood, knocking him out.
Another thug charged at him with a baseball bat but he easily dodged it multiple times before kicking his knee, causing the thug fall down, before he throws his knee against his skull, the soft spot high on the temple. Then with the baseball bat, Robbie swung and hit the thug who tried to backstab him with a knife, with full force and knocked his teeth off.
Seeing he was being overpowered, the gang leader grabbed Gabe by the neck and pointed the gun at his head and yelled.
"Come closer then I'll pop this fucker's head off."
Upon seeing that, Robbie stopped and threw the bat on the ground.
"Let him go." Robbie demanded.
The thug laughed then said. "Bitch please. I'm the one with gun, so you better do what I said or-"
But before the thug could finish his sentence, something about Robbie that made him stop. Something was not right about Robbie.
The young man stared back at the thug, his eyes starting to flame up and the next thing the thug knew, Robbie's eyes were engulfed with flame and he couldn't look away.
Suddenly, the thug felt a jolt of pain surged through his body, he remembered all those he had harmed, and all the sins he had committed, he felt the pain they felt. He screamed in agony and dropped the gun, which gave Robbie enough time to throw a left hook and finished off the thug.
"Wow, what the heck was that?!" Gabe frantically asked, wondering what had just happened.
"Probably the side effects of a new drug." Robbie said as he picked up Gabe.
"Jeez, I knew drugs were bad, but I never knew that this could happen."
"Yeah, you know what? Just stay in the car, I'll go get the wheelchair." Said Robbie as he put his little brother in the shotgun seat then went to get the wheelchair.
After folding the wheelchair, he took one last look at all the thugs, smirked and shook his head. "Shouldn't have messed with my brother." before put the wheelchair into the car's trunk and drove away.
The ride was awkwardly quiet, with Robbie sometimes glancing nervously at his brother, wondering how would Gabe react to the truth. Meanwhile, Gabe was just busy looking out of the window thinking something. So, he decided to break the ice, Robbie asked. "So how was your day at school?"
Gabe replied still looking outside, "Same things different day. Got bullied because of my wheelchair, Janet's car was stolen last night, the bus broke down and so I had to take the metro."
"And then you come across some street thugs?" Robbie asked.
"Yup."
"Well hey Gabey, I think you should be optimistic, besides this is your last day at school before Summer." Robbie continued.
"Yeah and then spend it at our ghetto because we can't afford to go anywhere."
Robbie sighed. "Looks Gabe, I know where we live is plagued with corruption and bad stuff, but I promise you I will get us out of this place."
Gabe then looked at Robbie, "You promise?"
"Yeah I promise. By the way, I bought DVD copy of the newest season of Ducktective and a burrito for you." Robbie opened the car console box with one hand while holding the wheel with the other.
"Oh really?! That's so cool! Thanks, bro!" Gabe excitedly yelled as he grabbed the burrito, unwrapped it and then started eating, just then a thought entered his mind stopped him.
"Wait a second. You picked me up early when you were supposed to be at work, you got the cash to buy all this stuff. Hey Robbie, is there anything I should know?"
'Ah shit!' Robbie thought. Then the older brother coughed awkwardly and said, "Well long story short, I've just fired by Canelo."
"What?!" Yelled Gabe shocked, "You're kidding, right?"
"Well, that's a no to you, but it wasn't exactly my fault actually."
"Said the dude that took his customer car out for a joyride." Gabe responded matter-of-factly.
"Hey, that car was returned in one piece and that wasn't even the reason. Canelo was closing down, just before I left I saw some guys going after him.
"Oh Jesus, may God have mercy on him, because those guys won't." Gabe responded worriedly.
"Yeah, hope so. He must have drowned in debt and borrowed from the loan shark."
"And it might happen to us soon, considering that you've just lost your job. Where are we supposed to get the money?"
"Hey I told you I will get us out of here and I will do it."
"But how, when we couldn't even afford to live? Please, Robbie, I don't want you to do bad things and may get yourself killed," then Gabe said quietly "like our uncle."
"Hey, don't have to worry about me Gabey, I'll be fine ." then he looked at the rearview mirror and saw it sometimes flickered between his reflection and a flaming skull. 'As long as 'it' is still inside me.'
So the Reyes bros went back to their house and had their dinner with cheap and easily made food, even though they lived in wrong place at wrong time, they still had some bonding time with each other.
This time, Robbie had made a bowl of popcorn and sat with Gabe as they watched Ducktective together. They would laugh at the humor of the TV series, sometimes made witty jokes about it or simply just enjoy the film. Nevertheless, they were having their time together. Eventually, Gabe fell asleep on the couch, so Robbie had to pick him up all in bridal style and tucked him in his bed, and then he kissed goodnight on his forehead then went to turn off the light, after making sure his brother was sleeping peacefully.
Robbie then went to turn off the TV, before he looked at the clock and saw that it was time to do his deed. Robbie put on his iconic leather jacket, zip it up. He then picked up his keychain and went for his car.
When he got inside, he turned on the radio and switching it until he could listen to the police broadcasting something he had modified for his baby. Then a static voice grabbed his attention.
"All unit, we have a code 211, I repeat we have a code 211." Played the radio sequence.
"Code 211. Hmm… a robbery." Robbie said, before turning on the car engine, this time instead of a greeting rumble she gave him a rumble that said, "I'm ready for a fight."
Robbie then adjusted the rearview mirror and saw 'It' staring directly back at him with its burning bright red eyes, the Spirit of Vengeance.
"I didn't ask for this, this curse. But vengeance calls." and with that, he drove off into the night.
"Halt!" An officer commanded while aiming his weapon at the four men in a red Chevy truck. "Pull the vehicle over now!"
Yo dawgs!" the driver Franklin shouted, "Pop a cap in that fool!"
"I'm on it!" A well-dressed man in a suit and tie, who would be known as Michael, responded, before pulling out a G36C unleashing a barrage of bullets at the chasing officers, causing one of them to spiral out of control and crash into their allies.
"Those idiots never saw what was coming!" A balding man declared names Trevor, before opening a bottle of beer and guzzling it down.
"Careful guys, we are not done yet." Carlos said worriedly.
"Hey Carlos, chill out. The cops are nothing to us, what's the worst thing could happen?" Michael said while chuckling and reloading his rifle.
For a second, the four men thought themselves in the clear… that was until a black 1969 Dodge Charger came out nowhere and slammed right into the back of the truck, causing Trevor and Michael to fall on their backs.
"Ouch! What the fuck?!" Trevor got up, and saw the car that slammed into them, speeding up.
"Who the fuck does this punk think he is?!" the bald man yelled angrily.
"Hey Franklin, get us out of here, we will deal with this punk ass." Michael ordered as he picked up his G36C and tossed an M4 to Trevor.
"I heard ya!" The driver shouted, before banking right, cutting the man off. The Charger then also made a tight right turn and continued pursuing the truck.
The drivers of both vehicles slammed the gas pedal hard and jerked forward, but since the Charger had more horsepower than the truck, it quickly gained on it with relative ease
"Fuck! He's catching up!" Franklin yelled as he saw his pursuer coming in the rearview mirror.
Upon seeing that, Trevor and Michael started opening fire on the car, forcing it to hold back, before swerving to dodge the barrage.
Yet, determined to take him out, Michael aimed for the driver and unleashed his ammo. However, the bullets weren't able to punch through the Charger's windshield.
"Fucking, bulletproof glass!" Michael yelled in annoyance.
"A fast, bullet-proof muscle car?! Who the fuck is this guy?!" Trevor shouted.
"Dunno, but I'm sure he's coming for our money." Michael said, as he reloaded and started firing again.
"That nigga ain't getting shit as long as I'm still behind the wheel." Franklin said, the determination filling his voice.
Franklin then pulled the handbrake and tilted the wheel hard to the left, the truck made a hard turn, leaving a long skid mark on the road.
Then Franklin made another turn and rocketed through a red light, heading to the hood with the Dodge Charger still fast behind. The two vehicles were going so fast that pedestrians on the sidewalk melted away, becoming blurry to the people in the cars as they jetted past, and the reflection of moonlight on parked cars turned into a hazy white streak.
The roars the V8s tore the silent of night apart and awoken some people who were sleeping in their house. The two vehicles would turn left and then turn right, playing cat and mouse. Franklin tried to shake off his pursuer but because the driver of the Charger was just as skill as Franklin, so no matter how many tricks Franklin threw out, he would counter it. Franklin then made a wild turn again, a semi-truck nearly blindsided him, but there was no time to think about that. He had to think of another way to deal with this driver quick or they would be toasted.
Finally, at the end of the road was another intersection, but what caught Franklin attention was that there was also a metro railway line on the road. Franklin suddenly had an idea, as he made a sharp and hard turn, then driving on the railway line. His sudden movement almost threw Trevor and Michael of the truck.
"Whoa! What the fuck, Franklin?! Are you trying to kill us!?" Yelled Franklin.
"No! But I have an idea! Do you got any explosive?!" Franklin yelled back in reply.
"Yeah! We have an RPG!" Said Michael.
"What? You want us to shoot that fucker?" Said Trevor eagerly.
"No! He would dodge that rocket anyway! We will bury him six feet underground."
"What?" said both Michael and Trevor confused.
"Trust me! Just hang on nad keep your head down." Said Franklin, as he entered the tunnel, with the Dodge Charger following suit.
While in the tunnel, there were some occasions when the black car tried to slam into the back of the red truck again, but Trevor and Michael tried to create a distance between them and their pursuer by shooting at it and the car would back down. However, they could go on like this forever as ammo was running really low after they had hit the bank and now they had to deal with an unknown pursuer.
Just then an exit could be seen at the end of the tunnel, upon seeing that Franklin yelled.
"Trevor! Take that RPG and shoot the tunnel exit when we got out!"
"Got it!" Trevor yelled back as he loaded the rocket in the launcher.
As the heister truck sped out of the tunnel, Trevor took aim and fired the rocket. The projectile hit the wall and blew up with a loud explosion, the debris fell down on the ground covering the entrance, blocking the mystery Black Charger and the heisters.
"Wow! That's gonna hurt!" Said Trevor while laughing maniacally, with Michael and Franklin stared at it in awe.
Suddenly, a subway cab approached the Chevy truck while they were still looking at the explosion. Carlos noticed it and yelled.
"Oh shit, Franklin! The train!"
Upon hearing this, Franklin snapped back into the reality and he sprung into action. He banked right, and the truck turned right hardly, almost hit the subway in the progress, but it hit the fenches and broke through it then went back on the road. However, they were not safe yet as another car was speeding at them.
"Hollyshit!" Yelled Carlos.
"Hanng on!" Yelled Michael as he and his gang member ducked their head down.
The two vehicles crashed into each other, yet the larger truck doesn't struggle to break passed it.
"Wow! That was close." Said Franklin.
"Hehe. Good thing this bad boy's front bumper was reinforced." Said Carlos.
After a few minutes, they celebrate… only for the engine to knock.
Suddenly the truck broke down, smoke came out of its engine and the Chevy skid to a stop.
"Fuck!" Michael shouted.
"What's the matter, Franklin?" Trevor asked, his annoyance present in his voice.
"I don't know the truck suddenly broke down."
"Carlos! Didn't I tell you to check the fucking truck?" Trevor yelled.
"I swear I checked the truck! Ain't nothing wrong with it, I swear!" Carlos said nervously.
"Relax, Trevor. Right now we need to get off the street, before the cops and that guy come back." Michael ordered.
The other members nodded in agreement, before Franklin said.
"Man, that guy is skilled with the wheel especially that Dodge Charger, must be a 426 Hemi."
"You can admire him when we are back at the safe house." then Michael told Trevor and Carlos. "T, Carlos, go scout for another car or an exit, me and Franky will stay here and guard."
The duo nodded, Trevor leaped off the back of the truck and Carlos stepped out of the vehicle. They both ran down the street and tried to look out for an exit or a car, but no luck. Carlos then noticed something and called out for Trevor.
"Hey Trevor, come take a look."
"What? What do you see?"
Carlos then pointed at the graffiti on the wall, the wall was spray painted with the image of a burning skull staring back at the audience with its burning bright red eyes, along with it is what seemed to be a classic Dodge Charger and multiple white Xs on the wall.
"It's the Ghost Rider." Carlos said.
"The what?" Trevor asked confused.
Carlos then looked at Trevor. "The Ghost Rider, every night he goes hunting for the sinful souls, whether it is rapists, killers or whatever crimes and sins that person made. He comes in in the Hellcharger, a car engulfed in flames, he also has a burning skull and burns people-"
"Okay, enough fairytale horse shit. We're looking for an exit. Where is it?"
"Oh, it's over there right at that alleyway." Carlos said as he pointed at an alleyway.
"Thank you, why could you say it earlier. Let's get back to the group before-"
*VROOOM* *VROOOM*
The distinctive sound of the Dodge Charger V8 engine roared, which caught everyone off guard. There it was, the car emerged from a far and stood there, revving its engine like it was challenging the heisters.
"He's back." Franklin fearfully shouted.
"Argh, I'm done playing with you." Michael declared as he picked up an RPG and loaded it.
The car sped up and charged at the red Chevy truck with full speed.
"Come on! Come get some, bitch!" Michael screamed as he fired the RPG. The rocket went flew, hit the Charger and blew it sky high.
"Wow! Hot damn!" Michael cheered.
The explosion briefly launched the car into the air and engulfed it in flames, just as the bank robbers thought they were safe, the car dropped back down on the road and kept on charging at the Michael and Franklin, only this time, it was still engulfed in flame like a car from Hell.
Upon seeing this, Michael jumped off the truck. However, Franklin was still in the driver seat screaming in fear, before the Hellcharger smashed the truck right in the driver seat, killing him on impact.
Gas was leaking out from the truck and went everywhere, and the fact that the Hellcharger was on fire didn't help either as the gas trail caught fire and the next thing everyone knew, the truck blew up with all the money in it and creating a ring of fire.
Trevor and Carlos simply stood there and stared at the scene with shock and awe, what was happening was something that neither of them could believe. And then a weak whisper caught their attention.
"Help me." Michael begged as he crawled on the ground toward the duo.
"You! You dragged us into this shit! And now the money are gone!" Trevor yelled angrily.
Suddenly a chain shot out from the flame and wrapped around Michael's ankle, dragging him back into the flame causing him to scream in fear and hysteria, "No! No, no, no, no!" Followed by Michael's screams of terror and suffering.
"ARGHHHHHHHH!"
"Shit! He got Michael." Trevor shouted just as he about to rush to save his partner, but Carlos grabbed him.
"No, Trevor! It's too late." He declared.
"What do you mean too late?!" Trevor yelled back in annoyance.
Carlos looked him straight in the eyes and said. "You don't understand. They say that when Rider burns you." He stopped for a moment, looked genuinely afraid "He burns your soul, and the soul can never heal."
Then Trevor saw Carlos's face frozen in fear. Curiously, he asked.
"What?"
To which Carlos simply responded by pointing his shaking finger and stuttering. "It-it's him. The Ghost Rider."
Trevor turned back and to his horror, he saw a person emerging from the fire, no it couldn't be a person, it was a humanoid figured dressed in a leather jacket with two white racing stripe on its torso, its head was a skull burning furiously, with two bright red dots in its eye socket resembled the eyes and was staring back at the heister, just like the depiction on the wall. This was the infamous Ghost Rider, and it was coming for their sins.
"What should we do now?" Carlos asked fearfully.
Trevor glared at the Ghost Rider, angered because it had killed his friends Michael and Franklin, "Shoot this motherfucker!"
And with that Trevor and Carlos opened fire with their weapons, unleashing a rain of hot lead into the Ghost Rider, but to no avail. The bullets either bounced off his body or simply melted. After a while, the two heisters ran out of ammo, but the Rider was still standing.
"Shit!" Trevor cursed.
Ghost Rider then charged at Trevor with unhuman speed, and in a split second, he was standing inches away from him.
Before the man could ever react, Ghost Rider grabbed him by the neck and spit out fire from his mouth like a flamethrower. Trevor screamed in pain and then went quiet as he was reduced to nothing but ash.
Upon seeing this, Carlos dropped his weapon and fled for his life. His escape route was that alleyway, so he ran inside, then he turned left, then right again, this alley was like a maze but Carlos kept on running non-stop because he knew if he stopped, the Rider will catch him and burn his soul like what he did with his friends. Every once in a while, he would look back to see if the Rider followed him. Suddenly, something hit him hard in the face and made him fall down on the ground with a loud thud.
"Ouch! What the fuck?" Carlos yelped in pain as he rubbing his face.
Then he stood up and looked to see what hit him. After found out what it was, Carlos's blood drained from his face as in front of him was a big wall.
"No! No, no, no, no!" Carlos hysterically said, he went to touch the wall making sure it wasn't real. And to his horror, the truth hit him hard like the solid surface of the wall. He then turned back and saw him. The Ghost Rider stood before him.
"Time to pay for your sins." the Rider said in his demonic voice.
"No, no! I don't deserve to die!" Carlos pled for his life, as he back away and hit the wall.
But his pleas fell on deaf ears as he walked toward the sinner.
When the Rider was inches away from Carlos, he grabbed him by the collar and held him up in the air.
"No! Please, have mercy!" Pled Carlos as he tried to yank off the Rider's stiff hands, no such luck.
"Your soul is filthy by the blood of the innocents. Feel their pain." Ghost Rider commanded as he looked straight into Carlos's eyes.
As Carlos peered into Ghost Rider eyes, he screamed as he saw all the people he had harm and killed, all the sins he had committed. It all flashing like a highlight reel, only this time, he can actually feel it, he felt the pain, the suffering burning his soul and his body, from inside to outside and then inward again.
Once the infamous Penance Stare had run its course, Carlos's eyes were reduced to a charcoal black, his face completely devoid of any life. Ghost Rider dropped the bank robber onto the ground, before hearing incoming police sirens. So he summoned a flaming portal on the wall and stepped through it.
He ended up right in his car, in the driver seat, not wanting to be seen, the Rider decided to drive away and left the messy scene for the police to deal with.
The next morning, as the sun began to rise, the black Charger slowed down and came to halt in front of the Reyes property. Robbie was finally back at his home, he backed up his car into the garage. He then turned off the car engine, and sat in the driver's seat before reflecting on what had happened yesterday for a moment then said to his baby.
"Heh, what a day right, babe?" Then Robbie looked at his watch and saw it was nearly 5'o clock, "Time to prepare breakfast for Gabe." Robbie said as he got out of the car and walked inside the house. There was a perk of being the Ghost Rider, he didn't need to sleep nor he had to suffer from sleep deprivation, he had even been stabbed, shot, run over, twice. Next day he was good as new thanks to his regeneration ability.
Robbie took off his gloves and threw them on the table, but before he could go to the kitchen, something out of the corner of his eyes caught his attention. His cell phone was flashing its light, Robbie picked it up and it read.
"You have one voice message."
"A Voice message? Who could possibly want to call me?" Robbie thought as he pressed the play button.
"Uh- Hello, dude? Does anyone there? Oh yeah, voice message, I forgot haha." Said a man with a childish voice, which made Robbie twitch his eyes in confusion, and said out loud "The fuck?"
The man continued. "Oh hey dude, Robbie. I'm Soos, Soos Ramirez."
"Soos Ramirez..." Robbie said as he tried to remember who was this guy, the name sounded familiar but it didn't ring any bells.
That was until Soos said. " Maybe you won't remember. But do you know that fat nerdy kid who used to hang out with you back when we were still in Crandall Elementary? Yep that's me" Robbie's eyes went wide, of course, he remembered him he had very few friends… that was until the kid next door agreed to be friend with him. He guessed that they had lots of things in common like the lacking of a father, Soos's father left him when he was born according to his Abuelita. And Robbie's parents? Well, it could be said that they left him and his brother with his uncle, in a fatal car crash.
Soos then chuckled and said. "Remember when the two of us used to hit up the Moonraker Arcade down in Little Tokyo. And you were a beast in 'Outlaw Racer', dude. We used to hang there every day till your uncle would pick you up." Truth be told, Robbie's childhood may be rough, filled with sad stories and bad stuff, but there were also times when he was actually happy, and one of them being hanging out with Soos. But then Soos had to move away, and Robbie hadn't seen him then.
"But then I had to move, to Gravity Falls, you may not know it dude, but it's a town in Oregon. And I become a boss here, hooray, but since my girlfriend Melody is pregnant, I can't let her do any heavy stuff around. So I guess uh- maybe I should call you and ask if you want to work for me as a handyman. Call me back if you are interested, dude. For now, I am needed elsewhere." With that, the message cut off.
Robbie sat there, totally speechless, his dear old friend called him and offered him a job just right after he got fired, and it also gave him a chance to finally move out of this shithole hood and settle down for good in a peaceful town in the countryside.
If life had taught him anything, it was that there if things were going too well, it wasn't true. But from what he had experienced with the man-child, Soos was an honest and friendly dude. Besides, ever since Robbie signed that contract, devil's luck had been on his side most of the time. And so Robbie decided, it was time to reconnect.
Robbie picked up the phone again, redial the number, and wait patiently through the beeping sound.
"Hello, this is Soos Ramirez?" Asked Soos.
"Hey, Soos. It's me, Robbie..."
To be continued.
