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World 5-3
A Slap to the face
Shade never did considered himself much of a sniper.
Sure, he had some training under the tanaka's and had practiced on the range. But outside of that, he was a complete novice.
If anything, he was more of an inventor. A roboticist, to be more specific. Though, that didn't stop him from jabbing needles into people and injecting them with stuff. Which would make him a bit of geneticist, I guess. Or would that make him just a general scientist? Beats me.
Of course, you're probably wondering what's going on at the moment. And I'm not entirely sure.
Currently, he and his adopted son Joey (that's me) were standing on the roof of an apartment complex. Night had fallen on Odiaba, with the coming storm of events right on the horizon. If anything, were coming upon the beginnings of the Digitalverse. Of course, there are still things to do in that moment.
"Joey, why are you narrating over me?" Shade remarked, watching the man that was his adopted son give him a confused look.
"Uh… I think that's an alternate version of me." the shadow scientist explained. "Why, I'm not entirely sure."
To cut a long story short, there's another future. One that just maybe, could bring a semblance of peace. Of course, that's still a big if and stuff. Especially since my friends and I aren't the ones who will decide it.
"Then who will?" Shade remarked.
A pair of girls and their friends. I was surprised when I heard it from Polly and Fate. Though, we also didn't know that there was an alternate ending to our world to begin with. As for those Azure people, who knows what happened to them. They'll probably pop out from nowhere and be like 'What's up' or something. Though, that's just our impression. I could be quite wrong on that front. I once thought that I killed my teammates in their sleep, for example.
"We don't talk about that." Joey added as his gaze returned to his binoculars. "It was a dumb, honest mistake. And didn't it get retconned too?"
Uh… Maybe. It might be a weird case of both events happening, maybe. Wouldn't be the first time that's happened for us. Remember that mess Alice made? That may have happened. It may have not happen. Who can really know these days.
"I guess."
For as glad as Joey was to be spending time with his foster dad, this wasn't quite what he had in mind. If anything, he rather be working on his future wife. While the skeleton was there, the actual hardware was quite the ways off. Especially since it all was fried. Literally. Some idiot angel tried to eat it one day. For a dollar. Then laughed when they were told it was important to him. It was a long day for our loveless idiot.
"Shut up."
Come on, it's true though. If it helps, I did get her up and running. She's a tiny bit of an asshole (for an angel), but she's quite loving.
"So you actually did it?" Shade inquired.
Yeah. It was a bit of a pain getting everything, but I did it. Did get some help from my friends for some of the stuff that was a bit trickier to find. Thing such as wiring. You would be surprised how many people in the 1400's know what you're talking about, but can't quite get you the goods.
For a few brief seconds, I got a pair of glares from the sky.
"You're joking, right?" Shade inquired, almost dropping his rifle. "There's no way that you're in the 1400's, kid."
But it's true. Had lunch with that Da Vinci guy the other day. He makes some mean sandwiches. Like seriously, I'm not entirely certain how this biographers forget to mention his skills at making BLT's.
Of course, both men's attention turned from me and to the objective at hand. A vehicle. It's one of sedans, I think. Though, that doesn't explain why there's just a couple seated within. One would at least expect a kid.
"No comment." Shade whispered and carefully held the rifle to his shoulder. I can think of a handful of people that are better for this already, but I keep my mouth shut. My knowledge on sniping is relegated to whatever I see on TV and what I've seen Alice do. Which in other words, means I know jack shit. "Could you quite down a tiny bit?"
Maybe? I have to talk somewhat. Especially if the reader wants to know what's going on. If it were just dialogue, then it would be a visual novel without the pictures. Then you would have to pay for it and stuff. Which is not what you want. Maybe. Would you want it if the work you were getting was slightly better? Or perhaps early. This is totally not a plug for the author's 's account. Or a plug for DigiConjurer's at all. We don't bend ourselves to such low extremes. Not at all. Most of us don't even know what I'm talking about.
"Shut up, me!" Joey announced, turning his attention to Shade. "Dad, can I ask you something?"
Shade took a deep breath, giving a nod right after.
"What do you want to hear about?" the roboticist remarked. As tempting as it would be to just blow the current version of me off, that would be rude. Especially after spending quite a bit of time chasing after ghosts. Like seriously, I envy the me there right now. I still have to live with the fact that you're gone and stuff.
"Who were you before you adopted me?" Joey inquired and Shade froze up. His gaze shifted from the road below, to the concrete of the roof.
"Are you sure you want to know?"
Joey shifted his way from his binoculars, giving his father a nod. Of course, they could get the help of their partners. Of course, the three were drinking tea and eating nice little crumpets.
"These are quite nice." Tentomon announced, watching Issacmon pour what looked to be lemon tea. They also got a bag of kit kats.
"Yes, Mr Issacmon." Gentleman remarked and took a sip. "Anything that we may be of assistance of?"
But they got no answer. Which considering how great of a bodyguard you guys were, I guess that's to be expected. No offense, but I think I can handle most stuff myself.
"Sure…" Joey answered, letting his gaze focus in on Shade for a brief second. Shade let out a sigh and cleared his throat.
"I tried to kill some people, for starters." the order roboticist explained. "That nearly turned out to be my undoing."
He took a deep breath, his finger now on the trigger.
"I hung low for a while, showing back up at some tournament."
A slight squeeze of the trigger follows, with Shade nearly getting knocked to the ground from the recoil alone. Maybe he should've sat in a chair doing that. But the impact is quite clear. The car swerves to the left, giving the speeding driver enough time to pass on through.
"Then I pushed my luck too far." he continued, dropping the rifle to the ground. Down below, the targets had veered into a nearby building. While the vehicle was definitely totaled, the passengers seemed ali-
Right before I could finish that sentence, another shot rings out and both fall to the pavement. A gun could be made out, almost laughing at them for their attempts. Which is just rude. Sure, I usually fall short of my goals, but this is just rude. At least let us celebrate, a tiny bit. Not many people can get to say that they sort of stopped an accident. Let alone changed the future. But no, we have to play by this bitch's rules. Wonderful. Thank god Julie has been dealt with on our side of things. Twice, no less. Or was it three times.
"You really thought that it would go your way?"
The group turned around, finding Maki standing before them. Currently, she had decided to go with her usual business outfit. Of course, that didn't explain why she was here at all. Or how I even know about her.
"What do you want?" Shade snarled and a got a giggle in return. "Answer me, slut."
That got him a kick to the face from the supposed queen of reality.
"Is that how you fucking treat your boss on a daily basis?" Maki screamed and gave Shade a kick to the stomach. "Because if it is, you're not going to last long."
Shade flipped the bird, kicking her ass.
"Let's go." he announced and let out a laugh. "I've had enough with stupid."
In return, that neatly got him a punch. Not that reached either person.
"This is goodbye then." Shade explained.
With that, they made their way downstairs. After all, the fireworks were about to start.
Notes:
I'm ready to see this!
Author Notes:
It's a Joey chapter. Of course it's a mess.
Next time: Wrestling Time!
