""I still can't believe that you, of all people, suggested we go Lusty's," Hector said, looking around the group of people that we were currently standing in. It was a Saturday night, the "line" outside the club practically spilling out of the street and into the sidewalk.

"Yeah we thought you hated this place," Tom added.

I do hate this place.

"I don't hate this place, it's just not a place I want to come to a lot."

Or ever really.

"...okay man, what's her name?" Tom asked slyly.

"What?"

"You think we haven't noticed? These past few months you're been changing your look, like A LOT, and now suddenly you tell us that you have a table at Lusty's for the entire night? Be honest, there's a girl somewhere in there that you haven't told us about right?"

"Dude you got a girl? That's awesome!" Gus gave me an enthusiastic clap on my shoulder.

Grinning Tom put his arm around my other shoulder, "Come on, spit it out already. What's her name? Is she hot? Does she have hot friends? Please tell me she has hot friends and that she is bringing them here."

"Okay I'm going to stop you right there before you blow all over your pants. I don't have a girl in there waiting for me; I don't have a girl period. If I did you would all know it by now because I would have posted pictures it everywhere for people to see she was real."

"Okay yeah, that is true," Tom laughed letting me go.

"Tom is right though, you've definitely changed this past few months," Hector pointed out, "I mean since when do you use hair products? Or wear contacts? Or buy clothes that cost more than 40 dollars? Or man scape?"

"Look I just—wait, how do you know that last part?"

"We didn't want to say anything before but you had a serious problem with hairs sticking out from your shirt collar when you, apparently, didn't care all that much about your appearance," Hector coughed nervously while the other guys just nodded.

"Okay for the record I would appreciate it if you DID tell me about those things in the future."

"How about we make a deal? You tell us what's going on and we promise to do that," Tom winked.

I sighed and shook my head, "fine, I'll tell you guys; but you have to promise me that you won't laugh."

"I can not promise that."

"Dick," I scowled and slapped his chest. I paused for a second, trying my best to look and sound as embarrassed as possible like when I practiced with Kyu earlier, "I've been...going...to a class..."

"A class?" Hector raised his eyebrow.

I rubbed my arm and looked at the ground while shifting my feet, "You know...one of those classes to...meet girls..."

"Dude..."

"Look I was tired okay!?" I looked up, scrunching my face to seem angry, "I was sick and tired of always being the only one who could never get a girl, and always sucking at everything I do, and always being seen as just a joke and—"

"Okay, okay sorry!" Hector raised his hands in front of him, "I didn't mean it like that; just...I'm sorry."

"No, no, I shouldn't have reacted like that..."

Damn I'm good. I should have majored in acting.

"So tell us more about this...class," Hector carefully asked.

"I found about it through an add on the paper; it's just one of those classes where you essentially listen to a guy in a denim vest and tight pants talk about what girls really like and how to use that to your advantage while using words like "alpha male" and "peacocking" and others."

"And you willingly went to one of those?"

"Look I was desperate and they were offering 30% off. I figure I might as well try something different seeing how my previous strategy of doing absolutely nothing wasn't yielding any results."

"Fair enough," Hector shrugged.

"So which class did you sign up for?" Tom asked, "Was it "Secrets of Seduction with Master Nathan"?"

"What? No."

""Remedy for the Desperate with Dr. Wong"?"

"No."

""Destroy Desperation with—"

"Tom how many of these classes have YOU taken?"

"Hey we're talking about you here, not me..."

"Riiiight."

"Anyway just tells us the name already."

Crap, I didn't think this through. Quick, think of something!

"It's called….Huniepop…with Kyu," I managed to cobble together in about a minute.

"Never heard of that one."

"It's pretty new and under the radar; there were only like 3 other people assisting the class."

"Also what kind of name is "Kyu"? I mean, that's a letter, not a name."

Oh I am SO using that…

"Anyway we're here," I said, noticing that we had finally arrived at the front of the line. The bouncer in front was a large, bald headed man in a tight shirt; pretty much Vin Diesel with a more pronounced beer gut.

He lifted his clipboard and clicked his pen, "name?"

"Right here," I pointed at my name conveniently placed near the top of the list he was holding, "and I've got these four with me."

He nodded and wrote something down, "ID's?"

"Here you go," we handed them to him and waited as he checked each one closely. After making sure that everything was in order he gave them back and waved us into the dimly lit corridor; as we made our way through, I could hear the muffled sound of music slowly get louder and louder while the corridor got darker and darker. Eventually we reached the double doors at end, the music practically bursting them off its hinges. Just wanting to get the night over I pushed the doors open, and was immediately hit by a blast of music that almost left me deaf and enough strobing lights to make me see spots.

I HAAAAAAATE THIS PLACE.

"This way!" I signaled my friends towards my table. Once we took a seat a couple of employees brought forth two buckets filled with an assortment of booze and set them down on the table. I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and served a shot to everyone as well as myself; raising my glass I said, "bottoms up!"

"Here's to you getting your money's worth on those classes!" Tom cheered.

"Well we definitely got something out of it," Gus grinned.

We all laughed before clinking the glasses and drowning down our drinks.

All right, let's just get this over with, I discretely pulled out my phone and turned on the huniebee app, just find me someone so that I can register them and get the fuck out of here.

I looked around, the place backed to the brim with people dancing the night away, probably because they were either drinking or on drugs (since there is no way people dance like that unless they are on something).

This shouldn't take too long, I poured myself a glass of whiskey and stirred it with some ice, Saturday night at Lusty's is practically packed with woman. Someone's gotta be desperate enough to come home with me.

I took a sip of my scotch.

Any minute now.

I checked my phone to make sure the app was on. It was

Yep, any minute.

...okay what the actual fuck? Why am I still here?!

"Hay man, are you actually gonna put those classes to use or are you just going to sit there all night looking at your phone?"

"Huh?" I broke out of my thoughts and saw Hector sitting across me alone, "wait, where did everybody go?"

"Gus went to the bathroom and I'm guessing Tom is going to try and get laid," Hector grabbed a beer and opened it, "so? Are you going to see if those classes work or are you going to see if they allow refunds?"

"Trust me, if they had refunds I would have gotten my money back ages ago," I responded bitterly finishing my drink.

"You okay man? You seem a little on edge."

"Just nervous," I lied putting down my glass, "like you guys said, tonight is when I see if I actually wasted my money or not. I'm just...waiting to find the right girl to try my new moves."

"Well the night is still young. Just relax."

I was about to respond when I noticed a familiar figure with brown hair and a red dress standing by the bar. She looked over at me and then winked at me.

"I think I just found someone," I grunted as I got up, "if I don't come back you guys can have the table for the rest of the night; just please make sure Tom doesn't break anything."

"You got it; and good luck to you," he raised his beer to me.

By the time I had reached Kyu at the bar two guys were already trying to put the moves on her; though judging by her bored expression and the way she was stirring her cocktail with her straw, she did not seem interested.

"Come on, let us buy you one drink."

"I already have a drink. See, right here."

"If you come with us to our table you can have more drinks, completely free."

"Tempting as that may sound, I'm not interested."

"Geez are you always such a prude or is tonight special?"

"Yeah I'm being annoyed by two meatheads that can't take a hint," seeing me standing behind the two men she quickly pushed in between them and latched onto my arm, "now if you'll excuse me I have some business to attend to."

As the two guys walked away—while muttering the word "bitch" and "whore" several times under their breath—Kyu let out a sigh of relief before letting me go, "thank god you came, those guys were so annoying. Dealing with people like that...well let's just say there's shit that even a love fairy doesn't like dealing with."

"Oh I don't know, seems to me like that they would be the perfect candidates for your little scheme," I shook her off my arm and leaned over the bar.

She narrowed her eyes at me, "The hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You know, guys willing to plow anything that moves without any sort of thought towards the consequences of their actions. I'm sure they could finish your stupid boot camp regime in no time."

"Well aren't you a fucking treat tonight."

"Oh I'm sorry, am I being rude? It's just that I'm still a little bitter over the fact that I have to spend the night in this place in order to make sure that my dick doesn't go dead fish on me for the rest of my life," I spat while rubbing my head in annoyance, "oh my god will they PLEASE cool it with the music?!"

Rolling her eyes Kyu snapped her fingers, causing the entire club to go mute; or at least for me, seeing how everyone else in the club was still going at it hard.

"There. I put us inside a sound proof bubble that is invisible to everyone else. Now are you going to change your attitude or are you going to keep complaining for the rest of the night? Because like I said before, there are things that even love fairies don't put up with, and pissy clients is up there."

"How about pissy hostages?"

"Fuck it, I don't have to deal with this shit. Dealing with those two guys from before would have been a better use of my time; you might as well just left me on my own."

"Yeah well I didn't help you out of the goodness of my heart; I did it because the damn app is busted and I need you to fix it so I can get this over with," I waved my phone in front of her.

She looked at the phone for about 5 seconds before frowning, "the hell are you talking about? The huniebee app is working perfectly."

"Oh really? Because last time I checked this place is packed to the walls with women—a good number of them drinking—and yet this thing has yet to do that stupid arrow thing that is supposed to tell me who I have the best chances with.

"See there's the thing: the app is not the problem, YOU are the problem."

"What?"

"Like I said before, the huniebee app locates girls that will react the most to one of the four basic traits; but it also takes in consideration the user—in this case you—and how well it thinks that said user will be able to deal with girls in different situation."

"In English."

"You are behaving like a moody little brat in a place filled with women who are having fun and enjoying being here. The huniebee isn't pointing you towards any of them because it knows that you're going to just going to crash and burn," she said crossing her arms.

"Well that just fucking perfect," I growled leaning on the bar.

Letting out a sigh she came next to me, "look dude you are clearly not in the right headspace right now and this is clearly the wrong place for you to meet someone. Why don't you just go home and wait until you are in a less sour mood? Also, maybe try a place that doesn't immediately piss you off next time. Remember, you just need to fulfill the contract whenever you can, there is no time limit here."

"I just want this to be done so that you can leave I can get on with my life."

"I'm going to ignore my hurt feelings and let that one slide, but you're really pushing your luck," she said thinly, "and if you really want to me gone that badly then I suggest you change your attitude; because as you are right now, no matter how much you want it, I seriously doubt there is a single girl in here that would even give you the time of day—"

She was suddenly cut off by my phone suddenly coming to life, a midnight blue arrow suddenly appearing and pointing to the side. We looked at each other for a moment before turning our attention to the direction the phone was pointing; standing just a few feet away from us where two girls, at most twenty, having some sort of argument. One had flaming red hair with silver highlights (which, admittedly, she was actually pulling off well I'm not gonna lie) and some sort of red/black lolita dress. She had a drink in hand and an exasperated on her face, which only seemed to get worse the more she talked to her friend. The other girl looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but there. Her expression behind her glasses shifted from bored to annoyed to just done with everything, her hair was barely straightened out, and she was wearing greyish white cut off shorts and a grey sweater that was about a size too big for her. But that wasn't what caught my attention; no what caught my attention was the twilight blue hair that I had DEFINETLY seen before.

"That's the girl from the coffee shop!" I snapped my fingers upon remembering.

"You know her?"

"I know that she works there and that that's to her I got a chance to talk to Lola. Other than that, I got nothing. Man, what are the odds that I would find her here?"

"You'd be surprised how these things work. She's kinda cute...I think; it's a bit hard to tell, that sweater makes it impossible for me to judge her assets. On the plus side her hair's pretty cool and unlike you she can actually pull of the nerdy look with those glasses."

Letting that last part slide I continued, "well if she's the one the hunibee app says I have the best chance with then might as well give it a shot. Now if I could only get close enough to hear what they were saying..."

Kyu snapped her fingers again and suddenly we could hear both girls talking as if they were standing right in front of us.

"Audrey can we leave NOW?" The blue haired girl asked impatiently.

"Calm down Nick, we just got here," the red haired girl responded with equal impatience.

"What kind of name is Nick for a girl?" Kyu asked.

"At least it's not a letter," I muttered under my breath.

"What was that?"

"Just got here? We've been here at least an hour," the "Nick" girl whined.

I feel your pain.

"Don't be such a downer! Loosen up a little! Look, I'll buy you a drink," Audrey signaled one of the bartenders, "what do you want?"

"I don't want anything," she waved the bartender away, "I'm not old enough to drink."

"They don't care!" The red haired girl snorted.

That is true.

"Okay, oh my god! Why so you do this EVERY FUCKING TIME?!" Audrey threw her hands in the air exasperated, "can you just chill out for once and like have fun?!"

To be fair, you aren't exactly making it easy on the poor girl.

"This isn't fun; everyone here is a complete douchebag!"

She's not wrong.

"I told you I didn't want to come here and you dragged me anyway! Just like last time," Nik whined.

"Because you can't just sit in your room all day! You need to fucking exist or something!"

"I don't sit in my room all day!"

"You know what? Fuck this! Do whatever the hell you want I don't care. Go. Leave!"

"How am I supposed to leave? I came with you."

"That sound like it's not my problem. You can either get a cab, call an uber, walk, or wait for me; and knowing your broke ass, you're going to have to choose between the last two. So enjoy waiting here all night like a loser; I'M going to go do something we normal people call "have fun." Later dweeb!" The girl in red laughed before walking away and flipping her off.

"Fucking piece of shit..." The blue haired girl muttered while flipping her off with both hands. After that she simply leaned over on the bar with her head buried in her hands, trying to close herself off from everyone and everything around her. I looked down at the huniebee and saw that the arrow was still pointing at her direction.

Oh thank god.

"Aw shit. I was afraid we would run into one of these...is what I would usually say; but tonight, she's perfect for you," Kyu said.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well it doesn't look like she's a fan of people, and you've been a giant tool for most of the night, so you two are perfect for each other. So, go nuts; your shit attitude might actually pay off here. Just keep acting like a man child that hates everything around him and you two will probably hit it off."

"How about you give me some actual advice here, coach? I thought this was supposed to be your area of expertise, but so far you've done jack shit except give me lip; some love fairy you turned out to be," I growled angrily.

"Okay, how about this?" She downed her drink in one go before putting the glass down and looking me dead in the eye, "go to hell."

"Kyu I swear to—hey wait, I'm talking to you!" I called out as she began walking away. Without even breaking her stride she quickly turned around and clasped her hand over her bicep and pointing her other fist upward before disappearing completely.

"God damn it!" I swore slamming my hand against the bar, "fuck this, and fuck her!"

Shit, this is bad. If I keep this up I'm going to get kicked out of this fucking place before I can even talk to that girl. I need to calm down, just calm down, I looked at my phone, still flashing the blue arrow, before putting it down and looking at the girl again, who hadn't moved from her place, all right, she's in the same shit mood as I am. How to approach this?

"Sometimes when a girl is in a shit mood, the best thing you can do is try and sympathize with them. Show them that you see that they are having a bad time and then show yourself as a possible sympathetic ear."

...here goes nothing, I took a deep breath to calm myself down and then made my way to where she was.

"You look like you would rather be anywhere else," I said once I was at her side.

"No shit, what gave it away," she snapped back without even looking up.

Well this is off to a fantastic start.

"Trust me, I know the feeling. I can't really stand this place myself."

She raised her head towards me, narrowing her eyes, "then why are you here?"

Without missing a beat, I lied, "I got a few friends that can be very persuasive; and by persuasive I mean they won't stop annoying me unless I agree to go out with them whenever I can't come up with a viable excuse to ditch them. I usually just stand here by the bar for like an hour and then just call an uber."

"Well whoop-de-do for you, but not all of us are so lucky," she grumbled annoyed, "look, why are you talking to me?"

"Like I said, I pretty much just wait here by the bar before I leave but I thought I would at least try talking to someone. You know, try to pass the time."

She sighed, "sorry but...could you leave? I don't feel like putting up with any more bullshit tonight, I already had enough. There are plenty of other girls in this club that you can talk to."

"That's true, but I'm not really interested in talking to those girls," I said half honestly.

"And what's so interesting about me?" She asked impatiently.

I don't fucking know, the stalker app giving to me by a bitch fairy picked you; so just give me a break so that I can get out here already! Damnit no, calm down. Just calm down.

I shrugged, "I don't know. Just thought you seemed interesting. Maybe it's because you seem to hate this place as much as I do. Maybe I just thought your hair looked cool; I gotta ask, is it natural?"

She raised her eyebrow, "seriously? Yeah, I have naturally blue hair, because that's a thing," she said, her tone oozing of sarcasm.

I mean I know a girl with natural pink hair so you never know.

"Look I know what you are trying to do here, and I'm not interested. I just want to be alone, please."

This is a bust. Might as well just leave.

"All right. Sorry to bother you," I said calmly and walked away with the familiar sense of rejection and failure coming over me; actually, no, that was just my body telling me I had to pee. Guess all that booze finally caught up to my bladder.

Well this night has sucked a giant horse cock, I thought to myself miserably as I walked into the bathroom and used the urinal, I came to this dump, I pissed off Kyu, and the one girl I might have actually had a chance with completely blew me off, I finished and began washing my hands, fuck it, I'm done; this night has been nothing but problems for me. I'm just going to get and uber, get into bed and—where's my phone?

I patted my right pocket again, only to find it completely empty. I then did the same with my left and back pocket, but only found my wallet and apartment keys.

Shit, shit, shit! I ran out of the bathroom and back towards the bar where I was standing earlier, signaling the nearest bartender to get closer, "excuse me but I think I may have left my phone here. Please tell me you or someone else found it."

"We got a lost and found box where we pool anything we find," he grunted pulling out a medium size box from behind the counter, "help yourself."

I immediately stated digging through several wallets, cellphones, panties (seriously?) all while swearing up a storm while doing so. Finally—and miraculously— I managed to find my phone among all the others. With a quick thank you I handed the box back to the bartender and opened the Uber app, ready to call for a ride.

"Hey..."

I turned around to see the blue haired girl from before standing next to me, shuffling her foot from side to side.

"Yes?" I asked, genuinely confused as to why she was talking to me given how our previous conversation had gone.

"...it's Nikki..."

What?

"My name...it's Nikki."

"Oh...nice to meet you?" I still had no idea what was going on.

"I'm sorry about before; I may have been too quick to judge. Force of habit. I'm normally not the type of girl that...like...talks to people or whatever."

Yeah no kidding.

"I really hate places like this. All of the loud noises and people put me on edge; and it doesn't help that every two minutes someone is either trying to cop a feel or offer me drugs. Guess that's just what happens when you're "friends" with the biggest bitch in town. I'd leave if I could, but unfortunately that bitch is my ride home. That's why I...snapped at you earlier. Sorry."

"Don't mention it. Question though: why did you come over to talk to me?"

She bit her lip nervously, "I...I didn't know what else to do. I wanted to camp out in the women's bathroom, but it smells too much like piss and shit; and no matter how much I try to show that I'm not interested, douchebags keep coming up to me and breathe down my neck. I was hoping they would leave me alone if it looked like I was...with someone."

"Why me though?"

"You're the only one that talked to me first instead of trying to grind on my ass."

Fair enough.

"So basically you're just talking to me so that you don't have to deal with anyone else here until your friend is ready to go?"

"...yeah..."

"...sure why not?" I shrugged.

She looked at me surprised, "wait seriously?"

"Like I said before, I don't like this place and I'm only here because of my friends. If my choices are between drinking alone, getting rejected repeatedly during the night, or talking to you, then it's no contest. Though now that I think about it I could also just go home and play—" I stopped myself when I realized that I was beginning to ramble and might have said too much.

She cocked her head, "play what?"

...ah what the hell, it's not like I'm actually going to do anything with her.

"Play games. Video games, mostly."

Man if Kyu was here—and if she wasn't pissed at me right now—she would be livid. Who talks about video games with a girl they just—

"What kind of games do you like?"

My train of though was immediately cut off, "sorry?"

"You said you liked playing video games. So, what kind of games do you play?" She asked with a hint of impatience yet still sounding completely genuine in knowing my answer, "wait...don't tell me you're one of those guys that just plays first person shooters and sports games."

I snorted, "fuck no. Do I look like someone who would willingly buy an xbox?"

She laughed. It was only for a few seconds, sounded like a loud snort, and once she realized what she did she stopped and looked a bit embarrassed, but it she definitely laughed; and honestly, it was actually pretty cute.

Suddenly seeing an opportunity I decided to go for it, "honestly I'm more of a traditionalist. I prefer older types game play like dungeon crawlers, RPGs, puzzle solving, and sometimes just a good old fighting game."

"Fighting game? Really?"

"Yeah I pretty much grew up in old school arcades. I would either spend what little pocket money I had or trick some sap into playing against me while they were playing. My favorite was the Marvel vs Capcom series: I could pretty much destroy anyone with the Hulk."

"The Hulk? Pfft, and here I was about take you seriously," she shook her head, though her tone was actually light and playful.

"I'm sorry, but you have a problem with my man the Hulk?" I raised my eyebrow at her.

"Oh no it's fine. If winning at all costs is what you care about then I guess playing as the Hulk suits you."

"I mean that is the point of fighting games..."

"Yes but some of us still care about winning through skill, cultivating tactics and combos though years of talent; refining them to a tee with a character that fits so perfectly that it's almost as if you two were actually one—"

"You pick Dante don't you?"

"W-What?!"

That's a yes.

"S-So what if I do?! He's got great attacks and killer combos."

"And the fact that he's a half demon supermodel with anime white hair has nothing to do with it?" I asked slyly.

"N-No! Of course not! I m-mean not r-really—" she stammered turning beat red.

That's DEFINETLY a yes.

"Hey...do you want a drink? You know, since this conversation seems like it could go for a while," I asked.

She frowned slightly, "I don't really drink."

I signaled the bartender, "two cokes please."

He nodded and pulled two glass bottles from the fridge behind them and popped them open, setting them in front of us; I grabbed them both and offered one to Nikki.

"Oh you meant...yeah sure I'll take it," she grabbed the bottle with a smile small.

Suddenly feeling much more relaxed took a swig before continuing, "so about how you are totally wrong about playing as the Hulk—"

"Oh come on; you can't be serious," she rolled her eyes, "The best fighting games are, in order, the Street Fighter series, the Mortal Kombat series, the Marvel vs Capcom series, and then the Smash Bros series."

We were still sitting at the bar, our conversation having gone through quite the loop since we started. We had gone through best characters in Marvel vs Capcom (Hulk), followed by discussing which games did and did not deserve remakes (Earthworm Jim/Bubsy), a betting pool of when the remake of FFVII would actually come out (2020), whether or not Cuphead was bullshit (it totally is), and then just listing a few of our favorite games; however, that soon devolved into a ranking of fighting games when I mentioned that preferred Super Smash Brothers Brawl over Ultimate Street Fighter 3.

"I'm sorry, but you are totally wrong. For one thing, you put Street Fighter way too high and Smash Bros way to low; because unlike Capcom, Nintendo actually knows how to keep their flagship fighting game good and fun instead of a gimmicky mess. It's just a fact," I shrugged.

She laughed and shook her head, "I can not even have this conversation; there's no comparison!"

"I agree with you; though probably not in the way you want me to."

She was about to continue when suddenly her phone began ringing. Frowning she pulled it out of her pocket, her eyes suddenly going wide, "holy shit, it's that late already!? We've been talking about this for hours!"

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked tentatively.

"N-No..not really," she coughed, "I mean...I didn't hate it. Honestly this is the most I've enjoyed at Lusty's; though that's not much of a hurdle to pass."

"Same here. I guess tonight wasn't as awful as I thought it would be," I smiled.

"...hey, can I see you phone for a bit?"

"Oh? Yeah sure," I said slightly surprised, unlocking my phone and handing it to her.

She grabbed it, hesitating for a second before beginning to type down something slowly, pausing every now and then. Eventually she finished and game me back my phone. Looking down I saw that there was a number in the screen.

373-321-224

"You can...you know...call me sometime. If you want...or whatever," she mumbled as she got up.

"Really?"

She nodded quickly, unable to look me in the eye, "you seem...cool. And not in the conceited douchebag way. I guess I wouldn't mind hanging out...sometime...or whatever."

Pulling myself out of my shock I nodded, "okay. I mean, yeah, I give you a call sometime."

"Cool. Well...bye," she gave me small smile before leaving.

I can't believe that just happened. I wasn't even trying to get her number anymore. I mean...good for me I guess. Maybe Kyu was right; maybe I need to change my attitude about all of this if I want to get through this. Ah who am I kidding, of course Kyu is right; and I treated her like shit.

Sighing I typed in Nikki's number into the huniebee app under "add contact." A few seconds late a picture of Nikki popped up with her information on the side.

Nikki Ann-Marie

Age: 18

Height: 5'0

Weight: 104 lbs

Hair color: Blue

Eye color: Blue

Hobby: Gaming

Favorite color: Beige cream

Favorite drink: Beer

Bra size: C cup

Most desired trait: Talent

Least desired trait: Sexuality

Libido: Conservative

I guess I should call Kyu— My thoughts were cut off by my phone beginning to ring, Kyu's number flashing on the screen, ask and you shall receive.

I hit the respond button, "hello?"

"I see you manage to hook her in after all. Congrats."

"Kyu what did we say about peeping on me without consent?" I said jokingly.

"I have a direct link to your phone through the huniebee idiot," she snapped back, clearly not in the mood to joke around, "anyway, two down and only six more to go. At this rate you'll be rid of me before the year is over; and really that's what you want, isn't it?"

I felt a twang of guilt through my gut, "Kyu about what I said—"

"No it's fine, I get it. I'm just some lying bitch that makes everyone's life miserable all the time right? You only tolerated me because of that stupid contract, didn't you? If it weren't for the penalty you would have kicked me out on the curb the moment you got Lola's number."

"That's not—"

"No it's fine, I get it," she laughed bitterly, "that's just how it is isn't it? I did this to myself. I'm just that fucking stupid. I'm just a stupid fairy that is apparently only good for giving out advice on getting chicks; and now you don't even need me for that anymore. You're doing just fine on your own, even when you are acting like a complete dick weed. You don't even need me around anymore. Maybe I'll just stay out of your way so that you never have to see me again until you're done. Maybe I'll be able to do SOMETHING right for the first time."

She hung up before I could even respond. After a moment of shock I quickly dialed her number and called her, only for it to go straight to voicemail. I stood there in silence, all of my good mood gone and replaced by a deep sense of guilt and feeling like utter shit.

Fuuuck...I didn't realize how bad it was. I mean...yeah Kyu lied to me, she forced me into a binding contract, and I have every right to be angry at her. Yeah...yeah that's right! Why should I feel bad? She DID bring this unto herself. She tricked me and I have every right to be pissed. I'm not in the wrong here, she is!

Yeah.

Yep.

Do not feel guilty at all.

No sir.

….god damnit, I cursed mentally as I opened up Google and began typing.

Author's note: it's aliiive! The fic that I haven't touched in eight months yet, for some strange reason, got a sudden surge of followers sometime in mid August/September. Did I miss something? Did they announce a sequel (a proper one) while I was away? Oh my god...DID THEY ANNOUNCE THAT THEY ARE MAKING AN OFFICIAL "HUNKIEPOP" GAME?! ...probably not. :(

Anyway, after quite a while we have returned to the adventures of our nameless protagonists and his fairy sidekick, now with our second girl who happens to be a fan favorite...gamer girl Nikki! Gee, I wonder why she is so popular? But what's this? It seems like not everything is sunshine and happiness in this world. Oh wait, we already knew that from the last chapter. Oh well, I guess we're continuing with that for now. You would think that a fanfic based on a dating sim/puzzle game would be more, you know, fun? But I guess I just can't have nice things, can I?

In all seriousness, the reason why it took so long for this chapter to come out, besides the usual real life responsibilities and prioritizing my other two fics, is that I had a bit of trouble writing the main character this time. Why? Well because, as you saw, he is quite unpleasant in this chapter; and truth be told, I just don't like writing mean and unpleasant people as my main characters (even if it is justified). Will he stay like this? I hope not, but we will have to wait and see.

There is one last thing I wanted to talk about. I month ago I came across a game called, "Doki Doki Literature Club" and...oh my god. I have...no words. Like, it's the most surreal game I have ever played. And the thing is...I kinda want to write a fic about it. I know, I know, I have already so much in my plate but...I mean you just have to experience it yourself in order to get it. But I understand what taking in ANOTHER project would entail so, I ask you: should I give it a shot? Or should I just try to push these ideas to the wayside for now (and realistically for a long time)? Well whatever I decide to do, I will say this: CHECK THAT GAME OUT. Do not go into forums or discussions, just experience the game. Play it or watch a let's player complete it for the first time, it doesn't matter. Though, before you do, be sure to check out the content warning in order to see if you can actually experience its contents. Trust me, it WILL leave an impact on you (and not necessarily a good one).

As always leave comments and critiques below. See you next time!