Hey, I'm back. And please don't mind that chapter's name...


"What business?" Whitney asked Mike in curiosity.

Mike breathed out air of sigh.

"Something. I've gotta eat breakfast, get the groceries, have a nice day off, and stuff like that. Also, I've got some set of rules here, you listening?"

The feline perked her ears up. She felt a little uncomfortable when Mike got closer to her ear and whispered it.

"Don't go around poking my room, or you'll regret it."

Whitney shivered at the tone Mike used.

And just a few seconds later, he turned back to his usual care-free expression, filled with the usual happy days syndrome. "Well, see you then, I've got to get my breakfast."

Whitney stood there, still a little bit petrified by Mike's unusual behavior. Could it all have started since she arrived?

She did what other people would do, sit on the couch, and have a nice day...Probably not for her, though. The only thing she did after sitting down, was thinking.

You don't need to know what's up, okay? This is some serious stuff here.

About one hour later, Mike came back with new set of clothes. An usual blue shirt and a green slack pants. He held a cup of hot chocolate in one of his hand, while the other had a plate of Jammie Dodgers.

He put them on the table in front of the couch.

"Eat something. It's not like you can't do human stuff just because you're sentient animatronics, right?" Mike chuckled a bit after he said that.

Whitney couldn't do anything but to gobble the whole plate because she'd been starving ever since she arrived at the pizzeria. Of course, the plate was still intact.

Mike looked at the clock.

11 in the morning.

Time flew fast, don't you think so, too?

"Okay, in about two hours I'll be leaving for the groceries. You okay with that, right?"

His roommate didn't say anything as she drank the hot coco. Goodness, isn't metal supposed to heat up, too? Since that coco is hot.

...I didn't type that. Captain Obvious did.

Mike went to his bedroom and locked the door. Whatever he had to do must be very personal. Well, ever since he got his father's journal delivered to him, he tried to decode everything in it.

He gave up, well, almost.

Let's just leave him be for now, eh?

Whitney turned the telly on for some entertainment after that somewhat great breakfast she just had.

"He's going out, isn't he? Might as well just break the only rule in his place, whatsoever. What did he even keep in his bedroom, anyway? Is it even important in his life?"

She deceased her thoughts for awhile before setting her eyes on the telly.

And apparently, what's on the telly at that time was no entertainment at all. But rather, it's the news.

She widened her eyes at the current news that was airing before her eyes.

Apparently a group of bandits that consisted of 6 people started to raid various stores in the period of a few days ago. She hoped where ever Mike was going in two hours wouldn't be the next target for the bandits.

That, was where she got it ever more than wrong...

No, it's going to be greater than that.


Ah, yes. Finally back after a month long writer's block. I've been wanting to update this for the longest of time.

I was arguing with myself whether to continue my game development or just do some story. I had to go with both.

I've always wondered what's the best game engine out there, and I chose Game Maker Studio.

And as the chapter title said, have a nice day!