Sorry for the delay, when I finally started to type, the computer broke down. I do not own custom robo.
As we left Ray, he was walking towards the generic burglar standing in front of him.
"Yo, kid," stated the burglar, "you sure you wanna do this? After all I'm a professional."
"Sorry," Ray said. "You guys are just too stupid and dangerous to be allowed to escape. Might as well save the trouble of sending the police to bag you."
"Heh, you've got some balls. Especially since you're mocking us as common criminals, even though technically you stole that robo you just got."
Now Ray was at a loss for words. Well, on one hand, he did steal the robo, but on the other, he was doing it for a worthy… sigh. There was no way out of this one. He could only hope that bimbo, Linda "loved" him enough to bail him out. On second thought, she probably had a fetish for the whole "jailhouse" theme. Upon that thought, Ray felt the same part of his soul die again. With a job like this, that was bound to happen a lot.
"Look, can we get this over with?" Ray asked, the anxiety of the upcoming fight becoming anxiety of whips, chains, and leather. A plan was formulating into his head.
"Okay, kid, your funeral," the burglar said as he pulled out his robo cube.
Ray stood still as blue ripples began to form around him and the burglar. The burglar seemed to enter a sort of trance.
It was time…
…WHAM!
Ray punched the burglar right before he entered the holoseum.
Upon the blow to the head, the burglar fell to his feet.
"OW!" he exclaimed! "The hell was that for? You call that a fair, clean fight?!"
Ray was about to say that a burglar isn't fair, nor clean, but he was interrupted.
"Honestly, man! Have you no shame?" shouted Harry sitting on the floor.
After the burglar screamed such exclamations such as "your mother weeps in hell", Ray realized that the entire world was mad. His father wanted THIS for him? Thanks pop, I'll honor your memory on father's day, WasRay's sardonic thinking.
"Fine, I'll play it your ways," said Ray, whose voice was surprisingly calm. "Do you want me to kiss your bruise to make it better?"
"Yes, that would help actually," was the burglar's reply. "Wait! I mean, I'm gonna kick your ass for saying stuff like that."
"Oh no! Now I'm really scared!" Ray sarcastically commented.
Glaring at each other, the two raised their cubes.
I know, that was really short, but I needed a way to tell my readers that I'm not dead. The next chapter will hopefully end Ray's first mission. It's winter break, so I have a lot of typing time.