A Reunion With A Yellow Friend

Was Crystal being sincere or was it just one of her mind games? Arrrgh... She's so hard to figure out.

Whatever.

I should focus on what I have to do.

According to his text, he should be in this unlawful village.

The surroundings are visibly disorderly, with dilapidated buildings lining the street, their windows either boarded up or shattered, casting a haunting ambiance.

All the streetlights are flickering. I said ‘all streetlights’ but there are only few remaining light bulbs. Most are broken. And whatever is still working is blinking a lot.

The cracked and uneven pavement obviously shows the years of neglect. Graffiti are all over the walls and they're like vibrant but chaotic murals. Faint, eerie noises are heard from afar, adding to the unsettling atmosphere.

It's far from a comfortable or peaceful living environment.

In fact, this isn't my first time here. The last time I was here was the time I first met ‘Yellowhead.’

Fufu.. right!

He threatened us with scary words yet nothing has happened so far. Was he and his friends got caught by the police? I won't be surprised if they are in jail now.

“Fuhahaha...” I can't restrain my giggles. For some reason, I'm feeling...... quite excited. Maybe I am stirred by the unconventional atmosphere.

This should be fun...

“Hm-mm,” I nod at the broken statue of an angel.

This must be the place. He chose to hide in an abandoned church. This ruined temple looks quite eerie. Feels like some evil forces are lurking. And yeah, I'm talking about ghosts. Maybe demons...

Urrgh.. a church is beautiful and holy when cared, but terrifying and cursed when neglected. This place looks like a structure from hell.

No— I am not scared. I'm just describing the scenery.

Whatever. I should come inside—

*Swish*

—I am suddenly greeted by a glistening knife. I quickly adjusted my posture to avoid the blade from cutting my beautiful throat.

Ah.

That simple action makes me realize that my mobility has been significantly limited. It hurts to move. My wound hasn't healed yet. I should be careful. My mom might ground me for real if I get hurt again, fufufu.

“Y-You... yoURe LaTE..!” he says trying to scare me. But you don't look scary anymore, big guy.

*Thud*

Oh. He fell head first.

Fufufu...

Hello everyone!

Meet this big guy, a once mighty force now looking more like a weary warrior.

Bruises, cuts, and all that jazz have turned his chiseled body into a bit of a beaten-up masterpiece. Bloodshot eyes spill the tea on recent battles, and a split lip and swollen cheek are like badges of honor.

Even with those bulging muscles, he's got this tired vibe, swaying a bit like he's done with the hustle. Bandaged arms and a faint whiff of meds tell tales of dealing with pain. Look beyond the tough exterior, and you'll find a dude who's been pushed to the edge fuhahahaha...

“M-Mister..! Oh no! Are you okay,” I say in a shaky soft voice that carries a hint of concern. “I-I-I brought some medicine... please let's go over there..”

I point at the altar. That's the only place that can probably support his weight. The rest looks fragile, small, or just broken.

*Slap!*

He slaps my hand away, “I AM not... sO weAK... I.. n-NeEd a femboy's HeLP...!” He falls forward, ready to kiss the floor again.

“M-Mister!” He said he doesn't need my help but if I doesn't catch him, he would hit the floor with his head... again. Come on, stop acting tough.

*Thud*

I didn't catch him.

“M-Mister...?”

He's not responding. Dead?

“M-mister..? Mister?! Mister! Mister!! You can't die! W-We made a promise...! Y-You said you'll help me avenge.. m-my... my sister..! M-mister! Please...” I cry. “Mister... please.. don't die... Mister p— pfft! Fuhahahahahahahaha! Tsk tsk. Hahahaha.. He's really fallen unconscious.”

But then, I can't have him dying..

I drag him by the feet. I have to mend on him on the altar. Looks like I'm about to sacrifice him though.

*Bam*

Ah. Oh hell. He hit his head on a broken bench. It's a good thing the bench has been weathered down by time. It barely hurt him. Well, he is a tough guy. This should be nothing fufu...

An hour and almost a half later, I finally finished saving his life. It looks like he was drugged with a sleeping agent. I don't know what chemical was used but the antidote from Schadenfreude dealt with it. Maybe there's a side effect but at least he's not dead.

My guess on how he got into this situation was that when he visited Dou—

Hmmm?

Footsteps? Oh! I get it. Mister! The people that are looking for you are here.

Let me check..

Well, that's a lot of gangsters. Most of them are all armed with a makeshift weapon. There are some who are carrying machete, knives, and some even have a gun— eh?

Uwaahh! Oh hell, what a pleasant surprise. That guy with a gun is ‘Yellowhead.’ And those two besides him is a fat dude and a tall dude. They must be ‘Fatty’ and ‘Tall Guy.’ Oh, ‘Stickman’ is also here. Though, all he's carrying is a camera... Err..

Anyway, looks like they're looking for you, Mister. How did these young gangsters even defeated you and beaten you up to this point? Even if you were ambushed and drugged, you shouldn't have been had your ass kicked like this.

I see. The big boss was with them, huh? Right. That's the most probable reason.

Well, I can't see him amongst the crowd. Is he hiding? I'll look around the place. I have a higher ground anyway— Oops. I have to be careful. This church is way too fragile. I almost fell fufu.

Hmm.. No. Nah, there is no one else here aside from those gangstas. He isn't here?

Well then... how do I play with these guys?