In the morning, Keroro stands in front of an old metal door. He is supposed to meet with the person who placed the bounty and receive his reward. Maybe ask a few questions.
After a few passwords, he is finally let in. Keroro is lead through a metal corridor, surrounded by security cameras and guns.
The little boy who took him is pure white. No ears, genitals, or even a nose. Though, he does have a glare and a bowtie, and a top hat on his head.
Freddik is his name. The child is at least ten years old. Keroro is a bit jealous that Freddik got into the facility with no exact need to be heavily guarded.
Keroro snaps out of his trance when the child spoke.
"She is right in there," he points to a large set of double doors. "Keroro please do not be harsh with her. Bad things will happen if you do."
Keroro lets out an annoyed sigh as he pushes the doors inward. Immediately, the scent of rusty metal and rubbing alcohol wafts into his nostrils. It makes him cringe at the combination.
A teal tadpole female sat at a long black desk. Her orange hair is up in a messy bun, a blue scrunchie held it in place. She is wearing a gray business suit that looks like she just threw it on quickly without a care. Red eyes shifts to his gaze.
The longer Keroro stares, the more he wanted to kill himself. She's too depressing to even stare at. Instead, he stares at her name plate that rested on her desk amongst a pile of money and guns. A tan bag laid across the table.
Her name is Felriri.
"I heard the news. Nice job Mr. Keroro." The female stands up straight and slowly makes her way around the desk and towards him Her black high heels click as she gets closer.
Keroro gave her a quick nod. "A pleasure," he stops and looks at her, "Miss. Felriri, you do realize that you made me murder Jokuku Venez. Right?"
Felriri did not remove her malicious grin. "He got what he deserved. What about poor Tamama, 'Sarge'? You think 'Private' got what he deserved?"
He grits his teeth and utters a quick shut up.
Felriri sighs softly and puts a hand on her hip. He knew Felriri ever since they were children. She would always devise a plan to murder their most hated bullies. From poisoned ridden cookies to being thrown down abandoned wells. The two were best friends, until Felriri decided to turn him against his own boyfriend.
Keroro shook his head, not wanting to remember the horrible back flash.
"Well," Felriri clears her throat, "You wanted your money, right?"
He nods silently. Felriri walks over to the table and puts the money in the tan bag. She huffs and turns back over to him.
"I didn't make you kill him. You killed him for the money." Felriri tosses the money bag to Keroro, who caught it.
"Thanks." he sighs.
Felriri, instead of replying, snaps her fingers. "Get out of here before you rat us out to police girl. You stupid frog."
Those words should of hurt, but Keroro is too used to it. After being taken out of the base, he began to wander around the neighborhood. If the funeral is in two days, why can't he just run away while Ashely isn't looking? Keroro didn't know the answer to this. Though, staying here will cause less of a hassle with the noose that stupid guardian has around his neck.
More or less, he should be worrying about Hailala. Worrying if she is going to kill him or not. This caused him to wonder why didn't the Guardians or the Cosmic Police arrest her yet. The more Keroro thinks about it, the more he thinks that was a very stupid question. Hailala would cause a huge massacre with the group she has! A group full of different creatures that bare a deep insanity. They are pretty much far from saving. Keroro found his home and walks right in. He tosses the money bag on the coffee table and lays down on his hideously green beat up couch.
He isn't really the type of guy that cares about what his house consists. His coffee table is small and pathetic (not to mention it has gross stains on it from god knows what). TV has several cracks and dead pixels that are scattered everywhere. Most of his furnishing came from either flea markets or items he stole from his victims' house.
In other words, his furnishing is total pure garbage. Though, it could use a woman's touch. Keroro burps loudly as he turns on the tv, remote in hand. The news is on.
"-and then the man just WOOSH! He just ran pass me with mah daughter!" A middle aged dark red Keronian yells into the microphone.
It cuts back to the news reporter, who is a baby blue female tadpole, just stares at the camera. When she spoke, she sounds like a smoker. "Good for you. Tonight Pururu from the Garuru Platoon shall investigate Jokuku Venez' body for more information on who murdered him."
"Blah blah BLAH!" He turns it off quickly.
GOD
This never happened to him before. Usually, they would give up the search and never speak of it again. Now it's starting to 'rouse up!
Keroro gets up and rubs his head. He heads to another room and sits in front of an unfinished Gundam model that is in DIRE NEED to be painted. When he feels that he is under pressure, he builds Gundam models. It's very calm and takes that unwanted pressure away. Already Keroro is at the very peak of his very own happy place.
About twenty minutes pass. He sets the model out to dry and heads to the bathroom. He washes his hands of the red paint. Some weird déjà vu.
The doorbell rings. Keroro dries his hands and jogs to the door. He opens it and expects to see Ashely or one of her stupid friends. Instead, his best friend stood there in the door way holding a box.
"Sup bro!" It's Giroro. He wears a dark red sweat jacket that smells just like weed. His eyes are pure pink and dazed.
Keroro smirks and let's his friend in, "Hey dude." He shuts the door behind him.
Giroro places the box on the grimy kitchen table that is located in the thick hallway. "I got some dirt on that Ashely chick! I knew paying Kururu to take some pics of her would pay off!"
With that, Giroro opens it and finds at least fifty pictures. Keroro comes up next to him and picks up ten of them. One has her talking to a green girl with orange and pink hair that is in a sort of Sailor Moon fashion. Instead of staring at the green girl, he stares at Ashely. She looks pretty much the same. He flips through a few more until he stops at one. Her left eye, which is usually covered, isn't covered anymore.
Call him stupid, but he's never seen her eye uncovered before.
What the white part of an eyeball should be, it's black. A solid pink heart with black crosshairs. It's completely strange.
"Has she always had that?" Keroro asked.
Giroro gave him a look then nods. He stares at the wall then snaps out of it. "Huh? Oh yeah! I gotta go bro. Natsusu is bakin' me some homemade crack!"
When Giroro left, it is about seven thirty three. Keroro had this strange exhaustion consume him, and decides to go to sleep.
One more day left.