So...

Pizza doesn't exist, that was probably a crippling blow to my mental stability.

But I technically just invented Pizza with the ingredients in the kitchen, much to the chagrin of the Clerks working there and the delight of all people that aren't lactose intolerant.

It was... a weird day getting surrounded by people asking seconds about what was a common meal back home, and the very awkward things Rober and Beth said at that time...

"BEGONE BASTARDS, I FOUND HIM FIRST!"

"HE IS MY HUSBAND MATERIAL!"

I decided to keep Pizza for special occasions for the safety of everyone, never thought I would be in this kind of situation over such simple things, not that I mind really.

Also, I had finally time to see my face on the communal showers... yes showers are communal for some reason, I see that I have short white hair and amber eyes.

And because of reasons unknown to me, I look like a damn anime protagonist or rival.

Not that I really mind, I kinda look hot... TOO hot, probably.

And last of all... my new gear and weapon made from the One Bro. The gear is a brownish suit with armor plates here and there, nothing too crazy. But the weapon is something that you would either see a zealot carrying around or in the front cover of a metal band, a cross with a skull in the middle of it that is basically One Bro plastered there.

Weird how this was handed to me in the middle of the night while they asked for my old suit back, a weird way to do things, but what do I know.

But I can't help but feel... weird, the new suit is very nice, but there is something off about the whole thing.

Like I'm borrowing something without knowing what it does, like asking for a computer without knowing what a mouse is.

Thankfully, the Information Team seems to just let the Rookies have very, VERY long books about what we should expect here and all that, makes me wonder if everyone starting here gets one...

So I skipped most of it until I met this E.G.O stuff, which basically means... Jojo powers with less Bizarre and more horror which is terrifying to think about actually.

Alright so by that logic, Stands are meant to be the physical manifestation of someone's inner self or something like that, and E.G.O seems to be the same thing but not locked for just one person. Anyone can use E.G.O, although it doesn't mention that anyone has used the damn things right...

I do get a vague feeling of how to use this weapon, no more like it wants to do something and I let it do it? So to use it right, I give it direction without hampering the original intent of the weapon, right?

...

I blinked and stumbled forward when the 'Penitence' passed a white wave through my body and I suddenly felt... at ease, like my mental stress simply evaporated without me knowing it.

Not only that, but I kind of feel amazing, like I could bench press a motorcycle with one hand...

If E.G.O is really this easy to use, why would no one use t- oh well, a chance of losing yourself to the intents of the weapon does seem like a pretty big drawback, not that I felt like it when trying this stuff.

Maybe because it's a weak E.G.O? Things for later, I guess.

For now, I have to get ready for work and hope that whatever comes next isn't some kind of eldritch horror with the sole purpose of destroying humanity.

I left my room and came face to face with the most 'I'm done with everyone's bullshit' face I have ever seen, a girl that was probably 16 with purple hair and two small pigtails done with her hair wearing the basic Rookie gear.

...

"Can I help you?" I asked, wondering what she wanted, she sighed and pointed at me, which is not necessary by the way.

"I was asked to stick with your shiny-ass for the first day, something about 'Trigger being built different'." The last part of her sentence was said with a great deal of sarcasm.

Also, this... feels like someone dropping their job on me, "Sounds kind of like 'Not my problem to bother him' but sure, Trigger at your service." I offered a handshake that she took with a raised eyebrow.

"I've met many people like you in the past... whether you are a psychopath waiting to harvest my organs or a rapist into young girls is up in the air." Wow... not the kind of first impression I expected.

Still not the rudest person I met in my life, "The only weird revelation of that kind that I had was about wrestling, not that you would believe me." That got another arched eyebrow from her.

"I'm Dakota, you do your shit and I do mine." This girl must have been living in some rough place.

Thankfully, I know how to communicate with all types of people, "Thank god, I was wondering if you were capable of wiping your own ass." Now that one got a small smile from her.

"Glad to see you aren't a hardass like that Rober guy." Ah... great, my teammates are already clashing.

"Hey Trigger, seems you met the little ass." Speak of the devil, and he shall appear, Rober was also wearing the One Bro set but without the weapon. He was also glaring daggers at Dakota, who just simply rolled her very tired eyes.

"I don't like whining shit stains like you, all complaining, but you do nothing about the problem you complain about." I swear to god if Dakota wasn't a head smaller than Rober she would be butting heads with the guy.

"All Agents Prepare for Work"

Dakota and Rober were still glaring at each other, seemingly ignoring the order given to everyone... I glanced at my weapon. Welp time for a test run, then I'm the one that gets consumed if I fuck up anyway.

The "Penitence" Hammer thingy flashed white, and both Dakota and Rober were affected by the same wave I had felt when I used this thing. Both of them suddenly looking more relaxed, "Heads in the game guys, work first, kissing later." They both gave me unamused stares.

"Orders from the top Trigger! You will be performing Instinct work with the new Abnormality O-02-56"

Well, that's interesting, "Time to work on the new Abnormality, try to not kill each other while I'm gone." I waved goodbye at them...

"He is weird." Oh Dakota, you have no idea...