Here you go…surprise, a filler again. The next chapter will be the Musicians. Anyways, since school is starting. there will be less chapters be made for this and along time on fixing my errors. To do my will to motivate, I feel like I'm getting tired over this story since I need to focus on my other stories.
Anyhow, the chapter timeline is a 'bit' mixed up.
[11:00 PM]
So here I am at the Frankie Fridays...man, this place is creepy.
learning a little history about this place, this restaurant was built around ten years ago and it's still popular today among everyone in this town...if you're not a Faunus racist that is because the people who worked here are really tolerant to the Faunus community. I mean really tolerant to them as they gave them discounts, depending on their income and lifestyle. The poorer you are, the cheaper discounts you'll get.
My purplish, amethyst eyes stared at this tall, weird hotdog restaurant that sold all sorts of meats but they mainly sell wieners here…yet I wonder why would Roy choose this place to talk at? But why do I care? It just a family, friendly fast food restaurant and nothing is creepy as hell about it which I'm not speaking sarcastically of what so ever.
Ambling inside the back alley near the hotdog joint without a care in the world seeing there's no imminent threat. Roy aka the infamous green heister told me to be here to do his paranoia or whatever making him nervous of not wanting to speak publicly for some stupid reason.
Better not be lying to me or setting up a trap here, else I'm going to beat the living crap out of him for tricking me! Slowly, painfully as possible so that he'll know his place real hard.
You may be asking. How did I meet Roy? Well…that was a funny story. Roy was about to meet with up Junior. Junior ended up went flying out from his club. Then there he was…hiding behind a building, watching me like a weirdo. Pretty much summarized the whole story doesn't?
So that's my conclusion of how I met up Roy, hope his information is legitimate and worth my time here.
Continue strolling back of the Frankie Fridays where my brown leather boots stepping on the murky, wet floor. It's pretty dark outside and I went exactly eleven O' clock like yesterday...now I'm seeing a pattern here, why would Roy always choose eleven O' clock? Is it so important to him of choosing that exact time?
Almost reaching to the back of this joint, I heard voices coming out at the corner of the building to my right. Listening to the voices very closely, I heard Roy's uncertain voice echo in the alley. In addition to that, I heard another mysterious voice talking to the Green heister.
So Roy is here and has a friend aye? Well let me take a look to see if I'm right.
Want to go all stealthy on them, I lean back to the wall and peek my head out in the corner to see who's there.
Taking a look, there's Roy. Ding! I am right all along! I also spotted a random guy that is smoking his cigarette and chilling near the wall like he's some badass. Oddly enough, he's giving me the creeps for some reason...like he already knows I'm here.
Somewhere near the guy that smoking his cigarette. I heard this heavy, loud, dark electronic music leaking out in the alleyway, but…where is the music coming from? There are no trapdoors or any source that's making the sound? It's like finding the Cheshire cat here where you can't find him at all.
"Come on Deimos, could you leak out some info to her about that woman she's searching? She demands it like real hard here mate." Saw Roy still wearing that casual outfit he's in and talking to the shady dude who's leaning on the wall, I look at the guy named Deimos who's wearing a grey jacket, a visor hat, and a headphone on his head including a bandage wrapped around his skull. Okay, why does he have bandages on his head, did he get injured or something?
"Sorry Roy my man, if she learn about her or even I give you the permission to speak…she could be a liability to us all if she learned about her from Nevada." Hearing the shady character Deimos said-wait a second…what is this Nevada? Do they know her?
Wanting to know what's going on and couldn't hold my patience any longer. I step out and roared at these two of how to they know her!
"What do you know about her and what the hell is Nevada!?" I yelled at the two, I turn to see Roy panicked and the dude named Deimos scowled at me in displeasure.
"Well motherfucker. People! We got a leaker here! Hank… [Protocol: sedate]" Wait a second, sedate? Where are your guys? I don't see anyone around anywhere here and who the hell is Hank-
Before I can walk towards them and the guy shouted in mid-air for no reason. I felt something lunge into my throat and the unknown liquid substance pouring inside me. When the needle is out of my throat, I felt tired…like I'm going to sleep. I saw red static glowing in the air and I…forgot I was here for, what did I do before?
When everywhere is about to turn into darkness, I turn around to see who injected me. I saw a guy who's wearing red goggles that glowed in the dark and a grey shirt that has a smug angry face, smugly grinning at me.
My vision descends to darkness and I can't remember-HOLY DUST WHAT HAPPEN!?
Jolted my eyes wide open in an instant and breathing out loudly. I lifted my body up and my heart racing like there's a fire in my room!
Looking around of my surroundings of where I am…I'm in my dorm room, that's good. I turn to my left to see Ruby's bed is still hanging on the ceiling with her bed is filled with books and educational notes about our class subject. Probably she wanted to impress Weiss or something since Weiss became all salty to us for some no apparent reason?
That dream…was weird! Who is that guy with the red goggles and that weird emote shirt he's wearing…what was I dreaming of exactly?
Oh well, time to get some shut eye so I can get enough rest for my classes in Beacon. I really hoped Weiss could give Ruby a chance of being a leader and be more open to us.
Oddly, when I wake up in the late of the morning, I have a feeling that my wish would be granted very soon. As Weiss would become more 'sociable' than her old, snarky self.
[1:43 AM, 3 of days ago]
Riding on my red bike within the dark, silent residential streets of Vale where most of the residents here are likely sleeping. I receive a call from them to pick up someone…and kill some assassins who are targeting this dude.
Wearing my signature cyan colored biker helmet to cover up my scarred face and the wind breezing through my body, I ponder to myself of the gang I joined. Rather not to betray them or remain loyal to them till I had enough with their crap.
I would probably refuse their orders and do my vigilante works on tracking them down of who's behind this gang organization, but seeing my life would be endangered again if I did refused. So I complied, but come on! Give me a freaking break already! I already have enough killing here!
I'm not like them and their 'special' agents to kill random people mercilessly; I still hold some moral guidelines for Christ's sake. Unlike them, I'm not like their psychopathic killer who always wear that stupid Rooster mask and thinking about killing all the time! So I might as well to get some courage on finding out who's behind this and who's giving the calls.
Now I'm completely sobered up and not a crying, bitchy version of the former shell who drank booze all the time. I inevitable man up and deal with this bullshit!
Passing through the streets of Vale and wearing my cyan colored Biker helmet to avoid any accidents…or revealing my identity. I spotted a douchebag who's walking with some troublemaking looking gangsters that are approaching to a random dust shop of whatever. I just shrugged it off, seeing it's another gang nuisance and focus on my main task ahead so I wouldn't get clubbed to death again by that sociopathic cock.
Breezing through the streets and feel the air rushing through my body, I almost reach to my destination of this prick's apartment which my orders is to protect some operative who is in trouble and escort him to God knows where that make him feel safe.
Resuming on finding this asshole operative's address as I'm getting closer to his location, till I saw a fancy looking car with four dudes wearing ski-masks and carrying submachine guns in their hands. I saw them approaching to a nearby apartment and possibly the person I need to save.
Looks like the assassins got here first...hope this operative doesn't die on me.
Stopping my bike at a good distance away from them so they wouldn't notice me, I parked my bike near the sidewalk and stepped out of my ride.
Grabbing my good O' butcher knife in my utility belt, the belt itself was randomly delivered near to my apartment door couple of months ago, it holstered all my knifes including a weirdly shaped sheath that strangely fit for my cleaver…which is pretty useful you know what I'm saying?
Twirling my cleaver, it's time to butcher some pigs here and be done with this assignment.
"Alright boys, if you see Richter in sight. Murder his backstabbing ass!"
Kicking the door wide open and holding our silenced MP7 in our hands. Three of my boys and I got a call from our lieutenant back at our hideout, where we received a hit job assignment to kill a scumbag that is causing trouble in our gang organization!
Stepping inside, we searched around this old looking apartment where the walls are brown, the floor is made out of oak, and the place looks like it got vacated. Other words, there's no furniture here…I have a feeling there's something off about this place.
Trying to find our target in this shitty place we're in and aiming our submachine guns in paranoia if this is a trap, the ground made a squeak each time we step on the wooden floor and I can't see shit anywhere as this place is too damn dark! Fortunately, we brought flashlights with us and we improvise by taping it on the side of our SMGs so we wouldn't hold that crap while we're aiming.
Slowly striding to room to room, we finally reach to the living room where we encounter our 'target.' As he calmly sitting down on a couch and he turn his head to us…suspected me and my gang to be here.
About this target that irks me a lot is the mask he's wearing. It resembled to a mouse where its bulk teeth showing out up front, its grey fur that's covered in blood, pink ears that's withered or torn by aging, and the menacing vibe it made from looking at it.
To make this creepy about our target, he doesn't show any signs of fear or intimidation from us as he patiently waits for our move.
"Well looks like you boys are here…what an odd circumstance to be here doesn't?" Hearing this rat man talk, I don't hear any kind of distress from his voice…is he really Richter? My higher up describe him as a coward…but I don't see any cowardice from him. Is he a random operative waiting for our timely demised?
Continue observing this creep, he's wearing a green suit and a silenced Uzi in his left hand.
"So…you people are here to kill me? What are you waiting for? Kill me already if you really love it." Hearing the man's voice muffled behind that mask, I question the bastard of what the fuck is he doing and what he's planning for us. I'm not sure if this is Richter that my lieutenant describe him under that mask...I want to make sure if he's 'the' Richter. My boss want to keep this low profile as possible, adding causalities is not accepted.
"What are you up to rat? We got an assignment to 'talk' to Richter…are you Richter by any chance?" We aimed our identical sub-machine guns to this potential victim. Unfathomably, he still remains calm and shrugs his shoulder if our MP7s are merely useless to him.
"So this Richter…I didn't see him by any chance and if I did see him, he wouldn't be here. So how about this…can I give you a question before you can do anything to me?" What the hell is he talking about and question does he meant by that?
"My question here is simple: do you like hurting others that the Rooster said?" What the fuck? When the hell did his voice change to a raspy, graveled, deep voice so suddenly and what the hell kind of question is-
*SPLAACK!*
What the hell?!
Turning to my rest of my gang-or what used to be my gang. I saw two of my friends went down in an instant and saw their necks fiercely bleeding out from a single refine, steel knife poking out through their throats, resulting in an instant kill.
Finally to my last remaining crew mate, I saw a huge cleaver is sticking atop of his head and saw parts of his brain or skull showing, making me sick from looking at the gory image I saw.
Turning to the bastard that killed all my friends here, I turn to see a guy who's wearing a cyan colored biker helmet and a puffy pink colored jacket, he's holding the big cleaver but his blade is stuck within my buddy's thick iron skull-oh you're going to die here friend!
In rage and disgust of this asshole who's wearing the biker's helmet, I was about press the trigger to spray him with HK 4.6x30mm bullets to avenge my crew deaths from this prick. But I forget someone…
*Ratatatata!*
Hearing silent whispers hitting my entire torso as they slicing through my insides, I turn to the rat to see he raised his Uzi at me and saw the barrel smoking. Looking down, I saw my entire chest is riddled in lead.
tasting the blood in my mouth like watery copper. I fell down to the ground, everything felt so numb, so ccol and my vision then turns into darkness…
As my eyes hid behind the cyan motorcycle helmet, I stalk behind the four wannabe assassins where they didn't notice me and I was searching through my pouch in my belt.
Holding a pair of knifes between my finger tips, I malignity throw the twin blades at a pair of thugs I saw standing near the rat man. Their napes got sliced through and the blade penetrated out through their front throats. Making a silent and instant kill for me.
Still clutching on my large ass knife in my right hand, I turn to my right to see a big dude who's oblivious of my presence near him and he's got a pretty looking skull for me to chop.
Raising the cleaver up in the air, I murderously slash the blade down straight at his head!
The cleaver puncture through his skull and sliced parts of his brain as I saw the blood pouring out between his forehead.
Trying to pry out my cleaver out of this dipshit's head-and it's stuck. Fuck me!
While I'm trying to pry my cleaver out of this bastard's thick skull, I turn around to see a guy who is aiming his submachine gun at me and in my luck. He got sprayed in bullets as his body went dancing.
To bullet to bullet, I see his entire torso getting littered in many bullets till I hears a *click* from the silent Uzi.
After that barrage of lead riddled inside of him, he slowly kneels to the ground and coughing blood from his mouth then eventual falls face first on the ground. Not moving at all from that assault.
Turning to the man who shot him, it's the guy I needed to pick up by telling his descriptions that the cryptic phone call described of his appearance. He's wearing a mouse mask and a green suit that the phone call matches his description. So in other words, he's the operative that I must protect which is a big whoopee for me.
"Glad you finally made it kid, I was about to get tired of my acting here to distract them of not killing me...although I felt rather off doing that, but your timing here really saved my ass." Seeing this operative, I think his name is Richter correct? The phone call ambiguously described him that he works in a non-existent family, pizza restaurant called Freddy's Fezbear or something? I doubt he even works there or that place even exist, so I don't give a fuck of who he is. I saved his ass, so there. Time to drop him off somewhere that's safe for him.
"Okay, the phone calls told me that I need to save your ass and drop you off somewhere, but they don't care where. So I'll tell you this…what the fuck did you do that made the people that I worked with so interested in you?" Hearing him sigh behind that rat mask he's wearing, he told me why he is being targeted. Seeing there's no reason to keep it as a secret now. The guy Richter, sighed in stress and told me while he's voice being muffled behind the mask.
"I learn something that I shouldn't learn at all. It's about learning my gang…and the other gang 'you've' joined. As I know our organization name is." Wait a second…you know who are behind those phone calls and along knowing who are the people behind this as well their purpose?
"Can you tell me more? If not, I'm not going to help you here buddy." Seeing the rat look nervous of mentioning of who the people I worked with that's blackmailing my ass. He finally admits it.
After he made a big sigh and told me what they are, he's head is shifting around the room if anyone is watching us.
"The gang I learned is called the 50' Blessings, an American nationalist terrorist organization to fight off against the Russians. Does that ring a bell to you?"
So you're telling me that we're working for some U.S neo-Nazis or some patriotic bullshit like that, and you're telling me that they're still here in this shit place I'm in? Now this I want to hear and learn something to get back at them.
"Well you convince me good sir. Now hop on my bike and I'll drop you off at my place. The phone call didn't specifically drop you off where. So you're going to stay with me now pal." jabbing my right arm behind my shoulder to signal him to get going. We walk out of this dark ass apartment, got on the bike, and proceed to my house so we can 'talk' about our previous discussion.
Looks like I'm in luck!
[9:00 AM, Jacket's apartment]
Waking my eyes open, I grab my tape recorder that's lying near the counter and getting up from my bed to start my another boring day here in Vale.
Getting up to my feet, I'm wearing my usual white boxer and white T-shirt as my sleeping garments.
Looking around, my bedroom looks like a complete mess since Velvet is not living with me anymore as I usual tidy up this place for her. But since she's at Beacon now of doing her combat assignments, I lost that spirit and motivation to clean up here as I got no one to be with.
There's piles of clothes scattered on the floor, so there's one mess. I forget to clean up the kitchen again as I saw the leftover dishes is starting to decay in the sink where mold starting to sprout. So that's two…and probably more will pile up as I don't care for cleanliness.
Walking to the bathroom and rubbing my eyes to wake myself up. The bathroom is white like the other rooms in this apartment that I have live...let me remember. Like approximately five years living here if I'm guessing correctly?
Standing near the white sink, I turn the faucet sink to cold and to wake myself up of this droozy morning.
Splashing the icy water on my face, I feel the frost bite tickling in my skin and my mind is waking up from the chilliness it made.
Finished cleaning my face up, I was about to grab my toothbrush from the wall cabinet to my right...till I notice something in the mirror.
Got a little distracted from my eyes, I saw two of my irises turn yellow to red then to blue for a second...having this sudden urge to brake through everything that I see without any purpose or without any remorse-snap out of it me!
Rubbing my eyes and splashing more water on my face. When I open my eyes again, the irises went back to their usual, normal color and that temptation I felt inside me was gone.
Am I seeing things right? Nothing special of seeing delusions and all as they're not actually real. There just there to mess with my mind right? Why did I felt like I want to lose myself of doing something not ethical?
Questioning myself if the eye colors are real or not, I remember about the three interns yesterday-...what was I thinking about before? Was it about eyes and braking stuff? Might as well think about the new recruits since I can't remember of what I was thinking about before.
I wonder how the other three interns are doing where they recently join us and how did they find our little group?
The three interns I remember are faunuses; nevertheless, I don't really if they have extra animal appendage on them or whatever. For some weirdly reason, they don't like me calling myself Jacket as they prefer to call me Hahn.
Hahn…what is a Hahn exactly and why do they insisted on calling me Hahn? Is it an insult or a compliment? Faunus culture sure is weird huh?
I don't really much care of what they call me, so time to brush my teeth and get myself ready to go outside to buy myself groceries or whatever this place has to offer.
So how much money I have left? Well seeing working with the Payday crew is really profitable and being paid in high wages of each month from a heist…I think I have around two million liens under my bed? I don't know how to spend my money but frugality is important you know? So I spend on random crap like buying a so called personal computer or PC for short so I can serve through the internet. Bought bunch of video games like Project Nexus 2, Castle Crashers, played a flash game that's free which is a tactical RPG called World's End chapters by Mezzanin Stairs, found a popular violent cartoon called Madness Combat and nothing much…wait, I remember I visit a recently new, popular website called Newgrounds that gotten real hip with the youngsters here in Remnant.
...Let see, I played a music game called...I don't know if it's vulgar to say this, but it's called: keyboard drumstick fucking werewolf...the music is pretty good though.
God, this is so boring without Velvet living with me. Even though this place has good video games...loneliness just irradiates me.
Finished taking a shower, getting myself dressed, and heading out to my local grocery store to refill the fridge so I wouldn't starve, I still remember about the card I had with me in left jean pocket that Roy gave me. Maybe I'll visit that place after I'm done with the assassination or interrogation job we are assigned to.
M.C club...what is that place and why is it behind Frankie Fridays?
Whenever I look directly at the card. It makes me nervous every time I see it...why am I so nervous of looking at this grey plastic card?
[10:00 AM, Vale residential district]
Peeking out one of the curtain lines from one of the windows. We're living in the human part of Vale which spell disaster for us as I'm constantly checking if any humans are suspicious of us or potential assassins from our former organization we worked with who wants our heads. I can't tell which is more threatening from a surprise assault from a human or a assassination attempt from a White Fang agent.
Fortunately for us, the gang we've join gave us a decent apartment to live in with three beds, a kitchen, a bathroom, and other stuff for our needs. They didn't gave us some crappy apartment that I didn't suspected from those human heisters we've joined. Honestly, they are very generous as they lend us 50,000 liens for our needs and wants.
While my gray eyes stare down at the humans who walk among us, my donkey ears flopped atop of my head when I heard someone behind me. I sighed knowing too well who's behind me.
It's Katze.
"Katze, would you stop stalking me already!?" Pinching the bridge of my nose of knowing full well who's behind me. The white cat Faunus name Katze is probably smirking behind my shoulders while I'm staring out at the window looking for any potential threats.
"Oh what's the matter Donkey? Is little Esel scared of the White Fang or racist humans kicking your donkey testicles when they kick down the door?" Oh you cheeky fucking bitch! You're slowly starting to piss me off Katze! How about you fuck off and fuck around with that weak ass Hund that you decide to bring him along with us!
Coincidentally when I was thinking about Hund. Hund came into the living room and holding up a mug filled with coffee in his right hand. He is still tired, he still weak, but he still remain loyal as hell to us.
"Guys what's happening? Are we under attack or something? I know joining this gang is a bad idea guys...it feels like joining the White Fang all over again." Seeing his brown eyes jitter in fear and sipping on his coffee to calm his nerves down, his brown tail shakes in uncertainty if we really should be doing this. Nontheless, this dog Faunus doesn't know how to fight and he will know how to fight for his own good of joining us.
For the White Fang part, I don't want to hear their name anymore as they used to be our comrades. Their new policies they made for the White Fang doesn't suit well with us.
Ever since the bloody massacre of our bases from the Alleyway Murderer, the retarded fiasco made the White Fang leaders extremely paranoid or desperate to hold their numbers. This policy they made really tick me off. As it said whenever we leave the White Fang, we will be imminently executed for treason...like what the fuck? Are they becoming more retarded or really that desperate for people!?
So in a logical and reasonable way of hearing this, we left the Faunus terrorist group without a word to them. As the people who say that they're doing it for freedom for us are hypocrites. Restricting our freedoms upon our kin and I don't like being told what to do as they becoming more like those fucking humans!
Fortunately, I have connections with Bain as I used to be his 'informant gatherer' on the White Fang and lending us a job to work with the Payday Crew. Why did I become a spy informant against the White Fang? Well because I'm slowly starting to distrust them of what they're doing as they're now suppressing us!
"Hund, would you leave us be? I'm trying to look for potential threats. I don't need another nuisance to distract me like this cat bitch near me. Hell, you could be fat, wear yellow armor, and be lazy as hell would make you more tolerable than your wimpy complains!" About to berate his lack of confidence even more, I heard a doorbell ring at our front door...great, a assassin or a clueless asshole stumble upon our home.
Walking towards the front door while I'm still wearing our standard business suits as it's a signature part of the Payday gang. Albeit, we need our masks to hide our identity so we can remain anonymous and do some criminal work in the underworld without someone busting our asses.
Opening the door while my left hand is holding a knife called Ka-bar behind my spine that the payday crew gave us...just in case if this person is hostile. There is a human standing in front of our apartment door. Who is wearing a dark, grayish brown trenchcoat, a gray alien headed shirt, and two pins near his collar. Where one to the left is a cross, the other is a yellow smiley face to the right.
This human standing in front of our door has a reddish goatee on his chin, messy red hair, and black shades covering his eyes as he has a smug neutral expression on his face. Staring down to his chest, he's holding a box...possibly a postal service man?
"Why hello there, the name's Postal Dude...don't mind the name, I don't know why my parents name me that. But anyways, I got this box for you from Giovanni and Bain of your needed masks. So here and don't bitch at me if you don't like it." So Giovanni and Bain sent him here? That's good to know. Although his attitude is a bit smug for my liking.
"Anyways, see yeah...I see you're holding that knife there buddy, I suggest to stop being so paranoid for fuck sake or else someone will get their eyes poked out." Wait, how does this Dude know I'm holding a knife?
Before I can ask him of how he knows I'm holding a blade behind my back, he walked away from us and drop the box on our doorstep. I heard him mumbling to himself about her daughter or something as I heard his voice got quiet when he got farther away from me.
"So one job is down...I wonder how Coco is doing at Beacon right now? Probably doing some bullshit team assignment that the teachers gave her. Yet at the same time, I want to visit how my little girl is doing."
Hearing this correctly while he's walking away, he has a daughter name Coco who's at Beacon. That's very interesting...and slightly scary as this guy might be a ex-hunter.
As the guy who proclaimed himself as the 'Postal Dude' is gone from my sight. I look down at the cardboard box and see words written atop of it saying: "For Esel, Katze, and Hund."
Grabbing the medium size cardboard box as it felt very light when I lift it up, I carried the box inside and place it on the ground near the kitchen.
Opening it up to see what's inside...I see four masks. Where one is a donkey, one is a white cat, one is a brown shepherd dog, and the last one is a chicken mask.
All of them all look and resembled to the White Fang masks...but they're not Grimm mask. Instead, they are very decorative of our Faunus traits. All of them looked very detailed and matched to our personal colors or animal traits. Where mine is gray with the donkey ears atop of my mask, Katze mask is fluffy, white with feline ears atop of her mask, and Hund's brown mask has dog ears attached atop of his mask.
But the very last one catches my eyes. Which is the chicken Rooster mask I'm holding.
It's exotically detailed and well craftily designed. The mask looks like it can matched to Adam Taurus decorated mask...but with a lot of differences as it resembled more to a rooster than the Grimm or the Bull.
This rooster mask I'm seeing is very detailed with decorated white feathers all over the mask, the bottom of the mask has a polished yellow triangle peak sticking out from the nose area. The edges of the mask has white rooster wings sticking out in the air. On the center between the slits, there are red claw markings on the center of the forehead that it look like you might be mistaken as a White Fang member to do the markings on it.
Looking at this very detailed mask. The rooster mask looked very antique and put a lot refine effort compared to ours.
Holding and still staring at the Rooster mask, I look down at the box to see there's a note inside that I miss.
Placing the rooster mask on the dining table. I picked up the note and read it what it said.
"Here's the masks for the job that you need to disguise yourself. We decided to give you the White Fang masks. But instead of the Grimm, the masks itself are animals than the creatures of Grimm. The Bremen or Rooster mask that looked very detailed is for Jacket...or Hahn you call him. So anyways, enjoy the masks. We're gonna' make the people mistaking you as the White Fang members than the Payday gang as our rep' is too high to deal with, so the White Fang will be the scapegoat for us."
-Giovanni
Finished reading the note, I place it on the table while two of my acquaintances came in the room. Staring at the box in curiosity of what we've got here.
"Esel, where did you get the box?" Looking at our clumsy dog Faunus name Hund as I stare at him of his obliviousness, I told sir stupid here we got our mask.
"Got it from a postal courier. The box he gave us is send by Giovanni. Before you can say something stupid Hund, we got our masks inside, albeit decorative White Fang masks if you mask me." Oh the puns, where I sometimes hate myself of making that joke.
"Why do they look like it's made or resemble to the White Fang Esel?" Looking back at Hund again as he picked up his mask inside, I told him why.
"We're going to disguise and mistaken ourselves as the White Fang members, so we can use them as a scapegoat than the Payday crew to off their backs." Better not be a trap set up by those damn humans. If they purposely did send this mission to get ourselves killed, I'll be piss.
I don't really care we're working with humans, I want money and violence. that's what I care for.
Hope this job doesn't screw up...
[12:00 AM, Beacon Academy]
Mopping the floors of Beacon, we observe the many students that walk among the school' grounds and after doing their 'initiation' thing for the newly freshmen students. Where they stupidly sent them flying in the air and having no real blood lust for conflict. What boring people here. There is nothing patriotic about this place at all, only liberal hippies working here.
After we got the job of working as janitors here in this sorry excuse of a combat school. We'll observe what they do here and what they learn in this foreign school. We'll clean everything up in this school like Mexican workers as we will gather as many information we can get about this place if there's any potential opportunities here.
This is our duty to stop those commies from taking over this place and we have some 'allies' to fill in those jobs. The flag of the U.S still remains shining of its former glory over this barbaric country. We will teach them the American way if you fuck with us.
Everything is proceeding as planned...
We continue mopping the floors and we smiled of our patriotism for our organization. We will teach those commie sonsofbitches who are they dealing with!
So that the filler chapter and the next chapter will be the Bremen Musicians assault on a building. By the way, I know there will be riddled with errors in this chapter. But come on, longer chapters means I wouldn't recognized my mistakes quickly on grammar or spelling since this chapter have 6000 words in it.
So yeah, I'll accept criticisms. But I don't think I can write a lot for this story and my other stories since School is coming. Busy doing classes and stuff.