Katie was joking.
Before John could reply, however, there was a loud, sharp squeal in the air.
With their ears covered, the two looked towards the noise, reaching over the few green bushes separating the parking lot from the city park.
A guy in a jester costume was standing on a park bench in the process of setting up a stereo system.
- Testing! Testing! 1, 3, 9! Testing! he shouted into the microphone.
Everyone around stopped to look at the strangely dressed young man.
Some looked ready to prosecute if he were Hunmdiger's subordinates or some new form of villain.
In this city it was perfectly possible.
- Oh lord ... John groaned ... I don't know about you, but I run away before this gets ugly. katie nodded in agreement, but before they could reach his quad ...
The guy couldn't remember his name, but he remembered embarrassing nicknames?
His anger quickly exhausted, however, as he heard that sound scarier than any spine-chilling scream, scarier than Skye saying she had prepared a new dish for her beloved teammates to eat, damn it even scarier than singing Malshall in the shower.
It was the sound of fans approaching at high speed.
- WHEN I CATCH THIS GUY, I WILL KILL HIM! John said furiously.
Right now he and Katie were sitting in a big tree.
It was so big that the only way to get to the branch was with a ladder, but John didn't need it and he had to hold Katie in his arms.
Fortunately, none of their fans were able to do so.
A few still tried to climb the tree with their bare hands.
Nobody succeeded, though a few passed about halfway before falling back onto the soft grass below.
Or, luckily for Katie and John, another screeching fan.
- Don't be too hasty. Torture first before we kill him. Katie said, hugging the tree trunk.
They got trapped and were unable to get back on the quad bike to escape without having to break through the crowd of fans.
John might have killed them, but he didn't want to go prisons.
- Looks like they're working together now. Katie commented, looking at the group below her.
Several of them tried to arrange a human ladder to get up.
They seemed confident for a moment, but then one of them sneezed and they all fell over.
Moments later they tried to get the human ladder again, but this time no one with allergies could join.
- I think they are getting smarter.
- Hopefully not. I don't think I can stand them trying to pull my hair out again. Because then I will start killing. John grimaced as he touched the spot by the ear where the woman had grabbed much of his hair.
Fortunately, it was not so noticeable.
- Do you think I have it easier ?! I didn't even know I had fans! Let alone those who chase me with codons and try to grab my tits! She shivered.
- You hear it?
- How can I not? This guy could be about 1,000 miles away, and I can still hear his horrible singing, if you can even call it that. Katie replied, referring to the idiot who was still spitting his lungs out.
- No, not him ... He said ... I'm talking about what sounds like an motor and rotating blades.
- Now that you mentioned it, I can hear it. I know I've heard it before, but what is it?
- I do not know. Looking down, they both found the answer.
CHAINSAW!
- Is this legal? Because I'm pretty sure it isn't. Katie said, looking at the still spinning chainsaw in the hands of one of the fans.
- Even if they did, they probably wouldn't be listening ... John remarked ... We need a plan, or it won't ...
Suddenly, the chainsaw that was so close to the tree trunk began to smoke and eventually exploded on itself, causing the fans to drop it where it lay, still smoldering and dying.
- Or maybe a bit of luck instead? a familiar voice called from the shadow of the branch.
- Evi! ... katie screamed as the former mer pup leaned against the tree trunk, still half in the shade ... How did you get here?
- I've been here from the beginning. I was eating dinner. I thought the park would be a nice place for that and I didn't want company ... She stopped and looked at the crowd below ... I can help you both get out of this tree without being crippled,
- John, why don't we just call Chase?
- Girl, what do you think I was doing? ... asked John, pointing out that he was pressing the beep button on his tablet trying to contact the rest ... You think I just pressed the transmit button for the last 10 minutes just because I was bored? There is no coverage here
- Will you help us?
- Yes
She pulled out a sheet of paper out of nowhere and unfolded it, Evi cleared her throat and read it.
- OMG! The ZXR IS THE BEST PAIRING! ... she screamed ... ANYONE WHO THINKS OTHERWISE IS A IDIOT! Evi calmly threw the paper away, addressing the other two in the tree.
They both had identical "what the hell?" Looks written on their faces.
- ZXR? ... asked Katie ... What the hell is this?
Evi shook her head with a mischievous smile on her face.
- ZXR stands for Zuma and Rocky, together. Just watch.
- No way! ... He comes from one of the many fans downstairs ... Rocky is entirely Skye's!
- Rocky belongs to Rubble ... another shouted, staring at the first ... And zuma belongs to Malshall!
- Malshall belongs to me! ... the third screamed, shaking his fist on the other.
- Malshall belongs to Everest!
- Chase belongs to Skye!
- Everest and Tracker forever!
- Rubble belongs to Sweetie! I'm not sure why, but it is!
- Chase and Zuma are so cute together! At least ninety percent of the people reading this story agree with me, so there's no point in giving a reason!
- Rubble and Rubble are destined to each other!
- You moron! How on earth can one person be together?
- He'll get a mirror! Who are you calling a moron, moron!
- YOU!
And so a chaotic fan fight broke out.
There was hair pulling, kicking, punching, slapping sissies and rude remarks posted on internet blogs.
Those who were so close to getting trapped in the tree jumped down to join the fight.
Upstairs, John and Katie watched, horrified by what was happening but strangely fascinated.
- What's going on? John asked
Evi giggled.
- Well, these fans are the strangest obsessed with pairing us up with each other, sometimes with the fan himself, and arguing about which combination is best. Given that there are so many of them, many of them contradict others, even providing more combat. Of course, not all fight this way. Some people accept others and their opinions very much. But apparently none of those fans are here right now.
- They fantasize about who we should go out with? ... asked John ... That's just wrong!
Katie was sweating at the statement.
- They are too busy fighting each other. Right now you can dance naked and kiss and they won't notice anything. Evi jumped off the tree and landed gracefully on the ground.
Moments later, the other two joined her.
- They can handle it. Somehow they always come back the next day for a new battle. And the rumor is that if you kill one of them, three more will take his place. Evi said
And so they walked and talked, occasionally getting out of the way of arguing people.
