Lobo was unimpressed. Sure, that tended to go for most things in the world that didn't involve explosions, violence, murder, booze or dolphins, but man.
"Damn, this is where you live? Feel's like we's just walked in'ta a se from one of those dime-a-fraggin'-dozen family sitcoms. And one'a th'crappy ones at that." He remarked dismissively.
Presently, Lobo stood outside Number 4 Pivot Drive, looking at the plan, boring house that apparently Harry lived in with his Aunt and Uncle during the summer. Lobo knew the kid's parents were gone, but he hadn't said much about his other family. If anything, he kind of seemed… nervous, about even bringing them up. So, Lobo had come to the conclusion either they were unspeakably boring, cult members, had hurt him in some way, or worked for a MLM. It was probably the last one, and Lobo really hoped it wasn't…
"R..right." Harry muttered, clearly unnerved about Lobo being here. Again, he could tell there was more to it, but he didn't want to push further (honestly, he didn't much care). "Listen, Lobo. I need to explain something to you-" Harry began, but Lobo wasn't paying attention. Not knowing if the house had some sort of alarm system or not, Lobo walked up and essentially shoved the door in.
"Boy, I swear if you damaged the door, I'll-"
"What the hell is that!?" Lobo blinked as he saw the living blob of lard that stood before him. Vernon Dursley, on the other hand, believed an albino member of the Sons of Anarchy, or one of the members of KISS had just walked into his house. However, where fear and confusion was clear on his face, Lobo seemed… bored.
"Th'names Lobo." Lobo remarked. "…I'm here because I'm the kid's bodyguard." The fat man just stared in shock and disbelief for a few more moments.
"I'm sorry, what are you?"
"I'm th'last son of Czarnia, Arch-Bishop of the Church of the Triple-Head Fish God, Intergalactic Biker and Bounty Hunter, Space Dolphin Conservationist, and yer new housemate."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I ain't repeatin' myself." Lobo said flatly. "That couch is now mine." He pushed past Vernon and flopped down on the couch, lighting a cigar.
"Boy. What did you do?" The fat man growled looking back to Harry, only to feel a cold fear in his spine as Lobo glared at him in turn.
"It ain't him, it's those Neo-Nazi-Westboro-Baptist-Wizard bastiches who want 'im dead y'should be pissed at." Lobo remarked, cracking open a beer. "Like it or not, an'really I don'give a crap which way you's fall, I'm here as long as the kid's here. Don't worry, y'should barely notice me."
"…" Vernon didn't say anything, mostly because he didn't know what to say. He hated these freaks and their magical powers, but Lobo looked like he could break his spine with one hand, so he decided not to say anything for now.
"Hey, Dad. When did we get a bi-" Another boy appeared, and Lobo blinked at how unbelievably obese he was. Sure, Lobo had no issue making fun of people for being overweight, or… making fun of people in general, but Lobo had to draw the line at making fun of someone who was about two Big Mac's away from eating themselves to death. Ah, who was he kidding? He'd make fun of him anyways.
"That's Dudley, my cousin." Harry nodded. "Dudley, this is Lobo… it's… complicated."
"Yes, that's my bike. Yes, it's fraggin' badass. No, you can't use it, there's a weight limit." Lobo said, answering what he believed was coming next. "Also, the f**k kinda name is Dudley?"
"What kind of name is 'Lobo'?" Dudley replied, trying to act tough.
"One that translates to a racial slur in fifteen different languages, and translates to 'He-who-devours-your-entrails-and-thoroughly-enjoys-it' in Khundian." Lobo remarked, his blood-red eyes boring into the fat kid, getting the message across. "By the way, your alcohol is crap and you're out of it." Lobo called dismissively, having somehow drank every beer in the house, and then another twelve-pack he had brought with him.
"How… haven't you only been here ten minutes?!" Harry muttered.
"Eh." Lobo shrugged smoking his cigar. "Hey, kid. You wanna go to a strip bar?"
"I'm pretty sure I'm too young for that, Lobo." Harry answered, also somewhat disgusted. He had never been to one, but had heard about them… and they repulsed him.
"…damn it." The Czarnian cursed, deflating somewhat. "Holy frag-a-roli, there really ain't much ta'do 'round here, is there?"
"What have you done, boy?!" Petunia shouted not noticing Lobo and noticing the cracked door, and then felt death glaring at her.
"Did you just yell at him?" Lobo asked, narrowing his eyes at the hideous wench that was now in the room.
"What?" Petunia was too terrified by the alien biker to properly think, and couldn't speak properly as Lobo approached her.
"Did you just yell at him?"
"N..no…"
"Don't lie to me. Did you just yell at him?" Lobo asked, his tone far more threatening now.
"Y..ye.." That was as far as Petunia got before the razor-sharp hook was at her throat.
"Yer' gonna apologize, and mean it. Or I'll frag ya." Lobo stated matter-of-factly. Maybe it was because he was hired to protect Harry at all costs, or maybe he was going stir-crazy not being able to blow up or frag anything, but at this point, Lobo was grabbing for anything that would let him threaten/maim/kill something or someone.
"S..so..sorry…"
"MEAN IT!" Lobo ordered.
"I'M… I'M SORRY!" Petunia shrieked.
"Hrgh. That's pathetic, but I doubt you can do much better." Lobo remarked, spinning the hook back around his arm. "Seriously. Just be decent people, this ain't that hard." He remarked, not knowing how hard that was for the Dursleys. Harry watched feeling anxiety and amusemen.t He wasn't sure which side was going to give first, but he had a bad feeling about this.
"You say you want to stay out of our way, yet all you've done is make things worse…"
"You callin' me a liar?" Lobo asked looking over his shoulder at Vernon. Harry was now beyond confused. Lobo could be antagonistic, sure. But at Hogwarts, he always tried to give people space (unless he didn't feel like it.) But right now? He seemed to be going out of his way to antagonize them…
"Y..yes!" Vernon coughed, unsure of how to react.
"…you shouldn't've done that…" Harry muttered.
The next thing Vernon knew, a shotgun was under his thick neck, and the look in Lobo's eyes made it clear he'd pull the trigger, not even because he was insulted, but because he'd find it amusing.
"Let me ask you that again. You callin' the Main Man a liar?"
"N..no!"
"And yer blamin' the kid for something he didn't do?"
"N..NO!"
"That's what I thought." Lobo said, lowering the gun, and Harry realized something in that moment. He… he might actually be safe. Safe in the one place he could never speak about to anyone, safe in the one place he feared more than death, more than school stress, or even Lord Voldemort… and he was safe, because of a foul-mouthed, alcoholic biker from space.
"Boy, if you don't get this… freak under control, I swear I will-" Petunia began, but Lobo grabbed her neck with one hand and began choking the life out of her.
"You finish that sentence, I've got grounds t'kill ya." Lobo warned, his blood-red eyes narrowing dangerously as he lifted her off of the ground.
"LOBO! LOBO! STOP!" Harry ordered, and the Czarnian snarled in annoyance, but tossed her to the ground. The shrill woman gasped for breath, and Lobo looked down at her.
"Now, I don't kill without'a reas'n." Lobo remarked. "S'don't give me one. Got it?"
All the Dursleys could do was stare in fear at the monster that now lived in their home. Lobo meanwhile, light up another cigar and sat back down.
Hopefully everyone could sleep and figure this out tomorrow…
At three in the morning…
WE ARE THE PRIESTS OF THE TEMPLES OF SYRINX! OUR GREAT COMPUTERS FILL THE HALLOWED HALLS! WE ARE THE PRIESTS OF THE TEMPLES OF SYRINX! ALL THE GIFTS OF LIFE ARE HELD WITHIN OUR WALLS…
The music was blaring at deafening volumes (although to anyone passing by outside, they'd faintly hear… something) but when Vernon stormed into the room, he was scarred for life when he saw Lobo doing calisthenics… totally naked. Like, fourth or fifth base, naked. Like, Rule 34 naked, like, Sonic's Ultimate Harem levels of naked.
"Hey!" Lobo called, turning around and facing the obese man. "Y'come to join me? Or come for another reason~?"
"What the bloody hell are you doing!?"
"I'm pretty sure no one in yer family has heard of this, but it's called 'exercise'." Lobo answered, before beginning to belt out the song.
"LOOK AROUND THIS WORLD WE FRAGGED! EQUALITY OUR STOCK IN BOOZE! COME AND JOIN THE BROTHERHOOD OF TH'MAIN MAN! OH, WHAT A NICE CONTENTED WORLD! LET THE BANNERS BE UNFURLED! HOLD THE RED DOLPHIN PROUDLY HIGH IN HAND!" Lobo was now singing as loudly and intentionally poorly as he could (for the record, he wasn't a great singer, but if you EVER even suggested such a thing, you'd better have really good medical insurance) to add to the effect. Vernon stared in disgusted shock, and didn't know how to react. Finally, he gave up and left.
Lobo had been at Pivot Drive for about three weeks, and the Dursleys' lives had become a living hell. Aside from the beer cans everywhere, and the porno mags Lobo left out (and open, intentionally), and the loud rock music he kept blaring, and the fact that he was constantly smoking inside the house, they also now couldn't do what they all enjoyed (because they were the scum of the earth and deserved everything coming their way); abusing Harry. Be it verbal or physical, even the slightest hint of a threat was met with Lobo making it very clear he would murder them, and most likely get off on it.
Harry on the other hand, had a pretty calm three weeks. He ignored his family, and mostly hung out with Lobo, (not wanting to be around his family and all). Lobo was bored out of his skull, and looking for any excuse to fight something, but was also taking his role surprisingly seriously. He ensured Harry was safe, stood up for him when no-one ever had, and would raise hell should he ever be hurt. Honestly, every day that passed, Harry was more thankful for having his new bodyguard around.
Presently, Lobo and Harry had been wandering the streets, looking for something to do, when Lobo saw something that made him want to kill. Well, kill more than usual.
Dudley was sitting on his bike, trying to impress a girl.
"Oh, crap…" Harry muttered, realizing what was most likely about to happen.
"…kind it is?" Lobo could hear the girl ask as he approached. Shockingly, she hadn't noticed him.
"A uh… custom built chopper…" Dudley was clearly trying to think of something to say, not noticing Lobo and his cousin approaching.
"It's a SpaceHog 666." Lobo spoke up, making both kids freeze. "One-of-a-kind, can travel through the entire galaxy in minutes, and tough enough to withstand the suck power of a black hole. The only thing with more sucking power being his mom." Lobo nodded to Dudley, who seemed to be trying to save face.
"Y..yeah. I use it in my travels a lot." He shrugged, and while the girl seemed to disbelieve him, she wasn't sure how to react. Both to the bike, and to Lobo, who seemed oddly and uncharactersitcally calm.
"You got a phone? I'll take a pic for whatever social media sites you kids use I'm too Boomer t'understand." Lobo offered. "Is… is that what y'kid's are sayin' these days? I'm outta it."
"Really?" The girl asked, surprised.
"Sure." Lobo shrugged, taking the girl's phone.
Harry was surprised, but also a bit thankful. Maybe Lobo was trying a different approach, a calmer one where he wouldn't make things worse for everyone around him who even slightly inconvenienced him…
"Before." Lobo remarked, taking the picture
The next thing Dudley knew, his world nwent black. He didn't go unconscious, but he had been punched so hard he couldn't register anything at the moment. And Lobo was just getting started.
Lobo seemed almost bored as he attacked Dudley. The boy couldn't even begin to attempt to defend himself, and felt his bones crack and teeth break as Lobo viciously beat him into the ground. Once he was on the ground, Lobo decided to take a break from using his hands, and began stomping his head in with his boots. Honestly, for touching his bike, Lobo wanted to just be done with it and blast his chest open but figured Harry would probably have an issue with that, for some reason. Regardless, the last son of Czarnia knew he'd need to clean his bike, again, as it was now covered in blood, and probably piss. And for once, it wasn't his.
…don't judge. You drink seven kegs of beer then fly for forty-two hours straight with not space truck stops anywhere…
"LOBO!" Harry screamed. "LOBO! STOP!"
"That all you know how t'say?" Lobo asked, annoyed.
After one more punch (because screw him, that's why) Lobo paused and growled, looking over at Harry, who seemed mortified of what he had done. Lobo snapped another picture.
"After." He remarked, dismissively.
"What were you doing!?"
"It's called defedin' yer pride." Lobo remarked, looking down at his bloody hands, then at the bloodier Dudley. "I should gut 'im fer doin' that." Lobo casually looked over to the horrified girl and spoke: "Y'wanna see what a real man is? This fetal pig barely even makes it t'the rank of 'human'."
The girl blinked in shock, then ran away. Lobo sighed in annoyance then looked to Harry.
"Well, fine. Be like that." He muttered. "C'mon, let's get this slab of fat inside…"
"Lobo. My aunt and Uncle are gonna kill you!"
"HA! I'd like t'see em' try!" Lobo laughed, dragging the barely alive Dudley back to the house.
Vernon and Petunia stared in abject horror as Lobo dumped the bloody and broken boy's body on the carpet and took a drag off his cigar.
"He touched my bike." Lobo said before Petunia could shriek and demand to know what happened. His blasé attitude was NOT helping things, presently. "That bike is worth more than his life." Lobo remarked. "An'that's an insult to my bike, considerin' how little his life is worth…"
"WHAT DID YOU DO!?"
"He touched my bike." Lobo shrugged as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Honestly, I should cut 'is head off and mount it on th'front as a warnin' t'other bastiches not ta touch it."
"YOU BLOODY MONSTER! YOU CAN'T JUST ATTACK HIM FOR NO REASON!" Vernon roared.
"Hey, I HAD a reas'n! He touched my bike, okay?!" Lobo countered, as if that made sense.
"NO, THAT'S NOT OKAY!"
"WELL IT IS T'ME, SO YOU CAN SUCK IT!" Lobo snapped. "If you've got a problem, fatass. Then do somethin'." Lobo said flatly, still not feeling even the slightest bit intimidated by Vernon. The out-of-shape man also knew this was a fight he couldn't possibly win, and there was no where he could go to get help… but he was also a friggin' idiot, and refused to accept that fact. He grabbed a shotgun off the wall and pointed it at Lobo.
"Now you listen here, and you listen well you bastard!" He snarled. "I don't know what you are, I don't know where you came from. But this is MY home, and you will not harm my FAMILY while I'm-"
"Yoink." Without warning, Lobo grabbed the gun, which went off in his face. But, to everyone's horror, Lobo kept standing. His skinless skull looked over at the Dursley's. The skin already re-forming around it. "Ow." He said without lips.
"WHAT."
"How…but…that's not…"
"That's Lobo." Harry shrugged, unable to think of anything other than that.
Lobo looked at the smoking shotgun he was holding before he ate it. He bit down on it over and over, chomping it down like a pretzel stick, and wiped the flakes of metal from his moustache dismissively. Before letting out a loud, gun-powdered-stenched belch.
"That all?" He asked.
"Wh..what the bloody hell are you!?" Vernon all but whispered, taking a few steps back, as if he was just now realizing how absolutely screwed he was. This… thing was just shot point-blank in the face! And yet he was still standing!
"The guy who's about to royally wreck your s**t." Lobo declared, cracking his knuckles. "You brandished a weapon at me, therefore, you challenged me."
"Lobo, please. Let it go!" Harry said, getting in-between the Czarnian and his Uncle. As much as he secretly enjoyed watching Lobo terrorize his abusers, he knew he couldn't let Lobo kill them. "This… I mean…"
"This what?"
"This is beneath you." Harry finally settled on an answer. "What are you going to gain from this? What's the point? You could take all of them on and win within seconds!" By now, the Dursleys had no idea where this was going and were a little offended by Harry's remarks, but also were (shockingly) smart enough not to say anything. "You're the Main Man! This isn't worth your time!"
"Huh. it's gotta suck knowing there's someone in yer house with a bigger dick than you."
"Excuse you!?" Vernon yelled.
"Huh? Oh. I was talkin' t'her." Lobo remarked, pointing with the middle finger he raised from his beer to Petunia. "Seriously, this kid's got a bigger dick than all y'all combined!"
"Lobo. Please stop talking about this." Harry muttered.
"I don't care! Just… JUST GET OUT!" Vernon yelled, seeming sat the end of his rope. And it had only been like, three weeks.
"Okay." Lobo shrugged, indifferently. His tone calm and normal, not violent and… violent.
"Wait. What?!"
"C'mon, Harry. Get yer stuff. You're movin' in with me." Lobo remarked, nodding to Harry and grabbing his duffle bag. "By the way, I ordered pizza and wings, hope you like em' hot, cause that's how the Main Man takes em', just like his women! Ha!"
"Hang on, I'm living with you? Where do you live? Where are we going?" Harry blinked, confused. Lobo smirked, and pointed directly across the road to a house with a 'Sold' sign out front.
"Like it? I bought it to use as a man cave, but I figured it'd be better as a Bro-Cave. C'mon, yer' livin' there now." The Main Man shrugged. "As yer bodyguard, I don't feel like yer safe here. And you don't want me to deal with the problem the easy way, so I found another solution. Let's roll."
"Now wait just a minute! You can't take him with you!" Vernon protested, suddenly finding his voice again, but losing it when Lobo rounded on him.
"Oh, yeah? And whaddya gonna do about it, fatass?" Lobo remarked, blowing smoke in Vernon's face. "Call the authorities? Great idea, call em' and let them see how you've treated Harry for the last decade. Let your sins, scars and secrets be revealed to the world. Not just your world, but the magical world too, and the world I'm from. There are people who revere the kid as a God, y'know that, right?"
"A..and?!"
"And… God's demand sacrifices." Lobo continued. "Sacrifices of flesh and blood. Ya think there's not some crazed wizard who'd hack y'freaks up out of anger for how he's been treated? Hell, the only reason I ain't doin' it, is because he ASKED me t'leave you all be!"
There was no response.
"You three f*****s are only alive because Harry asked me to let you live, because apparently even after everything you've done to him, he still sees you as family. So, if I were you, and I know this may be physically impossible for yer fat ass, I'd get on yer' fraggin' knees and THANK HIM for sparing your pathetic existence. Otherwise, I'd chain you by yer balls to the back of the hog, wrap you in barbed wire, and drive through a minefield over and over just t'hear ya scream!" Lobo snarled with finality, and Vernon realized there was nothing he could do. Contact the wizards? They'd ask why Harry wasn't with them. Call the police? Lobo would probably kill all of them. Actually, now more than ever he realized it was only because Harry, the boy they loved to walk all over, had for some reason chosen mercy – for now – that they were allowed to live.
"Let me put it this way: you EVER inconvenience him in any way again, and I'll kill everyone you care for. Also, I'm a killer for hire, so I'll actually go through with it, because unlike your bloodline, I've got balls." Lobo added, seriously before he flipped him off then slammed the door, walking down the path, and destroying the mailbox for no reason other than he could. Plus, he was a fan of Dazed and Confused.
"They won't bother you, kid." Lobo remarked dismissively. Harry looking back to his old home, blinking in genuine confusion, and apprehension, before following Lobo across the street.
Harry looked at the '9' which Lobo had spray painted a '6' in front of… for some reason. Harry decided against questioning his alien bodyguard… when they entered, the house seemed a lot more normal than Harry expected Lobo's living quarters to be. But then again, he had only been here like, a day.
"That one's mine." Lobo remarked, nodding to a room down a hallway where a number of adult magazines could be seen strewn about. "But, uh… yeah. This is yer home now. Do whatcha want."
"M..m..my home?" Harry stammered, beyond surprised.
"Yeah, rules here are pretty much… don't die." Lobo shrugged. "You wanna have your nerd friend and ginger bro over, that's fine with me. Jus'don't die, don't touch my bike, unless I'm showing you how it works, and don't touch my cigars or beer. Anything else, all yours's as far as I see it. There's like, four or five rooms you can take, jus' lemme know which ya take so I'll note not to walk in without warnin'."
Harry was taken aback. His own room was one thing, but to be told that none of the restraints or 'services' he was forced to uphold at the Dursley's would be forced on him here?! This… for lack of a better term, this was like a dream! Harry didn't know why at first, and he was still figuring it out, but there was something about Lobo that he respected, even if he felt like he shouldn't. Sure, the Czarnian was as crass, crude, vulgar and violent as they came, but at no point did he ever look down on Harry. Aside from a few jokes throughout the year, Lobo hadn't ever said anything to him to bring him down. Sure, maybe that's because he was being paid to protect him… but after the hell he had endured for years, it was a God send to Harry.
"D..do you need me to make food, or-"
"Nah." Lobo shrugged. "If you wanna, knock yourself out, but I see it as we eat different slop, so we're on our own, unless you wanna order take-out or something." Lobo paused, then added: "By the way, I ordered wings."
After paying the delivery woman, and adding a tip (he may be a genocidal monster, but he wasn't an asshole), the two kicked back and Lobo began flipping through channels, looking for sports, or… anything, really. He didn't know what Harry liked, and wasn't exactly about to ask… (Okay, so maybe he was a bit of an asshole…) there was a bunch of porn, but Lobo wasn't the kinda guy to watch that around other people (especially a kid, what the hell is wrong with you?) finally, he landed on a documentary on dolphins, and Harry was taken aback by how invested Lobo seemed to become, almost immediately.
"You…you really like dolphins, don't you?" Harry finally worked up the courage to ask.
"Frag, yeah! Dolphins are awesome!" Lobo exclaimed. "They can live for fifty years, get high off of pufferfish toxins, stay awake for weeks, and they can even get depressed and kill themselves because of it."
"Really?!"
"Oh, yeah. It's tragic, kid." Lobo shook his head. "Dolphins are sometimes frighteningly smart, and they can get depression like a human. It's weird."
"I heard something about a woman who kinda… got close to one… or something." Harry muttered, unsure how to word this. Lobo scowled, disgusted, and surprisingly nodded.
"Yeah, that was just messed up." He remarked. "I mean, hell. I love dolphins more than any creature in th'entire damn multiverse! But first of all, they can say 'no', and 'no' means 'no'. No matter what. Also, they're dolphins. Not humans. That's… that's just gross."
"No offence, but I didn't take you as someone with these many standards."
"Hey, I'll have you know I have many standards!" Lobo retorted, mock offended. "They're so low they're a tripping hazard in hell, but they still exist!"
"Like taking a shower and changing your clothes once a month?"
"No, twice a month." Lobo countered. "Also, I wasn't doing that just t'piss yer folks off."
"Why?"
"I don't like 'em." Lobo shrugged. "And I got the feeling they'd take it out on you if you did anything because they're a bunch of degenerate sludge-guzzlers who woul'be left behind by the salvation army who don't'ave the balls to see how pathetic they are, but were somehow collectively smart enough t'know screwing with me was a bad idea." He flipped a few more channels, then stopped. "This looks good…"
"M.F.K.Z?" Harry asked, confused as the title came on screen.
"Mutaf*kaz?" Lobo asked, and Harry looked to him. "What? That's what that stands for. Mutaf*kaz." Harry just stared in both confusion and what might have been shock, but Lobo didn't care. He cracked a beer and kicked back in the chair.
The movie was good, cool concept, great animation, but Lobo found himself thinking more than he liked too, especially about a job…
"Seriously. What's th'kid's deal? He's a fraggin' God among men, but he's seems t'think he's nothin' but a Kragg Slave. What gives? Hell, his family seems ta' hate 'im, but they seem to be about two dark closets away from windin' up playin' banjos and suckin' face down in Alabama…"
Lobo cast a glance over his shoulder to Harry, who was looking around the house, still clearly having a hard time taking this all in. The Last Son of Czarnia blinked, then exhaled.
"Nah… Nah, I ain't goin' soft, I'm doin' my damn job." Lobo muttered, taking another puff off his cigar. It made sense. He had to protect the kid, so that would be easier if the kid liked him, simple as that.
"Now… I've got a lotta 'non-revenge' to seek…" He muttered, looking at a note pad. "Where we gonna start?"
In case you were wondering 'Hey, how many Lobo comics do you own/have read?'
Nearly ALL of them.
I own most of the miniseries (Highway to Hell, Unamerican Gladiators, Infanticide, A Contract on Gawd – although I'm missing issue #3 from that run – a fair amount of the one-shots; In The Chair, Convention Special, Superman The Animated Adventures: Superman vs Lobo, Bounty Hunting For Fun and Profit, I Quit!, LoboCop, Paramilitary Christmas Special – got mine graded, actually. CGC 9.8 –and so on.) the O.G. Miniseries, a good amount of the ongoing series from the 90's, all of the New 52 run (It's Lobo, but it's garbage), a number of his L.E.G.I.O.N. appearances, Teen Titans appearances, Young Justice, Justice League of America, issues from Brightest Day and Injustice One and Two where he appears and so on.
Also, is Lobo done making the Dursleys' lives hell? NOPE! Not even close!
Also, also, there will be more DC characters showing up as the story goes along (probably not Batman and Superman tho, but trust me, it'll be fun! I say this a lot, pay attention to how I write certain words, as one of the other characters has already been revealed without saying their name. Check previous chapters and look closely!)
Also, also, also: 100 FOLLOWS! AWESOME! THE MAIN MAN WOULD BE PROUD! (I hope).