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benjaminthewolf · 3 years

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The Story Of P.O.V.: Revenge At Last? (Part 1)

Yep, we’re splitting this into multiple parts, because I just could not possibly see myself releasing this gigantic project all at once.

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Your heart is unusually heavy as you solemnly stroll through the desert sands, nothing but your own soft breathing and the crunching of the sand beneath your shoes disturbing your silence as you continue on towards your destination, your arrival to which is awaited by many individuals whom you know, some rather intimately, and some as mere acquaintances. All simply awaiting your presence, as all of them were united together under the prospect of one common goal.

You can’t help but feel slightly nostalgic towards this place, as it was in fact the very same patch of desert where, decidedly not very long ago, you had at last seen Jeff for the first time since his capture. You shake your head with a hefty sigh as your mind ruminates over the events of that day. Sometimes it really did seem like Jeff was the only one you could turn to in times like those.

Nonetheless, your personal feelings aside, you came here on a mission, and a rather important one at that. Forcing yourself to hold your head up straight rather than letting it perpetually hang downwards, glaring at nothing but the sparkling sands below, you let out one more sigh before you make your way over the small sand hill just slightly above the exact area which had been decided upon by your group as being the meeting spot.

As such, the faces of all of those both you and Jeff had met and recruited for this cause turn towards you simultaneously, saying nothing to each other as you meander your way down the small hill and into the group, where you take a brief second to collect yourself before beginning to speak.

“Alright, alright. I made it at last. I’m very glad that all of you could be here today. Um...yeah. Let’s uh...let’s get a headcount, shall we?”

There are some brief murmurs amongst the group as your eyes scan over the two subsets within your team. One one side there were the famed and revered Tankmen characters, with Captain, or Tankman as he has been known as recently, standing protectively next to Steve, a firm hand on his shoulder, with a rather indifferent looking Skittles standing a couple feet away, doing nothing but rhythmically tapping his finger to his side as he waited for any further instructions. Jeff was there too, of course, sitting comfortably on Captain’s shoulder, but needless to say, he wasn’t truly a part of this famed group. You nod to yourself in satisfaction in knowing they’re all here.

The second subset amongst your team was the decidedly less known group of Zardy’s maze characters. Of course, Zardy himself wasn’t that obscure, but speaking relativistically, the others certainly were. You give a brief shudder as your brain briefly relives the horrendous events of your entry into their maze. Brushing off those memories to continue your current business, you go over the cast of characters that Zardy had brought forth into your team at the end of your encounter, that which you had indeed intertwined into your plans for the great, and extremely risky, heist the group of you was about to commit.

There was Cable Crow, of course, whose threat to you was basically nonexistent back in the maze due to your size; as well as the caretaker of all of the pumpkin crawlers in the maze, Pumpkin Jack. You briefly remember back in the maze when you had just barely been able to avoid one of his pumpkin crawlers. You grit your teeth slightly, realizing that back then you had absolutely no idea how lucky you had gotten. There was also a Brute amongst the crowd, the maze’s resident mysterious cloaked strong guy, who protected its weeds. Then at last there was the decided oddball of the group, Drought, the living dust cloud who’s teleportation abilities would certainly prove useful in this operation.

After having confirmed everyone’s presence, you take in a gigantic deep breath before speaking once more.

“Alright. We’re all here. Great. Now! I’m sure you are all very familiar as to why we’re all here. Of course, the impacts this war has had on ourselves will vary from person to person here, but I think all of us can agree on one thing: ‘It has to be stopped immediately.’ otherwise…” you find yourself unable to continue as your brain quickly flashes through the possibilities of the future where your operation was to fail.

“..um! Yes! Anyways! So you all went over the plans like I asked, right? You’re all familiar with your roles?”

Captain, or as you have been familiar with him, Tankman, speaks first. “I sure did, and wowsie! I gotta say, you really went whole hog on this thing, didn’t you!”

You briefly raise an eyebrow in confusion of this statement. “...of course I did. We’re stealing confidential war plans from my government.” you immedietly retort. “What, did you expect me to NOT go whole hog?” Tankman seemed to get a little more anxious now that his words were getting inquired. “Well, no, of course not! That’s not what I meant! I was talking about how robustly everything’s laid out in these papers, and like, you’ve even added little charts and diagrams and stuff!”

You give a little shrug. “Well, regardless of what you meant, you went over what you’re supposed to do, right?”

“Yes I did! And I definitely made sure that these three with me knew what they were gonna be doing, because, well, like you said, government-heisting. Don’t have much margin for error!”

It was at this point that Steve at last spoke up. “I...still can’t fully comprehend the fact that...all this time you guys weren’t our enemy. Just, for so long, I...yeah, you get it. But still. It was really a shock at first when you first told me.” he relays to the group before briefly pointing to Jeff, who gave a little friendly bout of finger gunning back. “But yeah. I know what I’m going to do. Captain here does, Jeff does, I’m not sure about Skittles though.”

Skittles, upon hearing his name being called, immediately snapped to attention. “Huh, what? Did you need me for something?”

Steve rolls his eyes slightly. “You know what your role is in the plan, right?”

It’s then that Skittles at last understands. “Oh, right! Of course! Of course I remember what I’m going to do! Stand by you at the door where Captain here’s going to be speaking with...whoever those Tinies’ president is, and we make sure nothing bad happens and nobody can go in and out!”

Captain gives a sharp nod. “So you do have the capacity to remember basic instructions! Good to know!”

Skittles would’ve retorted to this comment, but ultimately refrained from doing so, as he didn’t wish to breed any animosity between the group at this stage of the game.

“...okay….” you let your word drag out as you turn towards Zardy. “What about you guys? Remember what you gotta do?”

Zardy gives a small shrug before speaking. “I mean, I remember, but I’m not sure if any of these guys do.” he says while pointing back at his gang.

Realising almost immediately that singling out any of those powerful undead creatures on what they remembered in terms of instructions was probably a really, really bad idea, so instead, you said this: “Alright, in that case then, why don’t we go over the outline for the plan one last time, and what everyone has to do just so we’re all on the same page; and as a refresher, because it took even me a second to get all the details down.”

Zardy seems to have no objection to this proposal, and proceeds to reach into his pocket to pull out the small bundle of papers that you gave him a while back. He bends down to lay them out in front of you as you briefly skim over what you wrote. Whispering the words to your plan under your breath, you are at last prepared to read it out to the rest of your group.

“Alright, everyone listen up!” you call out to the entire group as you place your finger on the first line of the first page. “I’m going to go over the plan one last time, so everybody better listen very closely!”

As nobody had any reason to object, you clear your throat, and begin.

“Alright, so! Operation High Revenge, as I’ve titled it! End Goal: Steal the war plans for the next major military encounter with the Tankmen army from the capitol building of my government! But, you already knew that. Alright...” you briefly skim over a few boring introductory sections before getting to the meat of the papers. “Right, found it. Roles! So! This operation hinges on one very important principle: Not getting caught! And thankfully, this group has a multitude of ways to do that! Me and Jeff are small, Zardy can turn invisible, Pumpkin Jack has super speed, and Drought can teleport people, but more to the point, more than just avoiding anybody who’s going to be in the building when we begin the heist, we have to make some sort of non-suspicious distraction to keep them out of our way with no room for doubt! And after going over various ideas, this is the one I stuck with! Though you already know what it is, since you’ve all heard this once or twice before, but again, that’s not the point!”

You take in another deep breath before going on. “Okay! Roles! First up, Captain, or Tankman, whichever name you prefer: His role is very important in this. Basically, in order for us to sneak into the building without any suspicion, we’re going to set up a non-suspicious event where the doors open, and take that window of opportunity to sneak in! And that, of course, shall be done through diplomacy! Captain here shall send an email to the capitol requesting a friendly meeting between him and the president, to discuss a possible peace settlement, though we all know it’s going to be rejected, but again, that’s not the point, the point is that he’ll give the doors a reason to be opened, and that’s our way in! Plus, his conversation with the prez gives us a near one-hundred percent certainty that we’re not going to bump into him during this! And of course, as Skittles said earlier, he and Steve will basically help escort Captain there, and stand by the door to the meeting room, thus making sure nobody gets in, or out, and if anything goes wrong, we’ll know immediately, thanks to all the duplicate earpieces that Jeff so generously made for all of us! Thanks again for that, Jeff!”

Upon receiving this compliment, Jeff can’t help but smile a bit. “Aww, no problem, man!” he giddily responds.

You swifty give him a nod of acknowledgement before going back to your papers.

“...of course, buddy. Now, Zardy! As you have the ability to turn invisible, so once the doors are open, we will have absolutely no trouble sneaking past security, although there’s no guarantee that we can’t be detected by other means like motion sensors or heat sensors, but we’ll get back to that later! You remember the route I laid out to you on the paper, right? Because that’s the quickest way to the archives from the front door! That’s where literally all the important stuff is stored, mostly in digital form, so that’s where they keep their war plans, of course. You will keep me hidden in your guts up until our arrival in the archive room, where you’ll release me, and I’ll steal that information quick and easy, and then we’ll get the heck out of there! Or, that’s the plan at least, but like I said earlier, what if they also have motion sensors, or heat sensors in addition to regular ones? Well, we’d need to get control over the cameras then, right? So, that’s exactly what we’re going to do!

You glance up at Pumpkin Jack. “Pumpkin Jack, you told me last time we talked about this, that, and I quote, ‘Yeah, at top speeds those cameras wouldn’t even have time to detect me before I just zoomed my way on by!’ I have absolutely no idea what that’s supposed to mean exactly, but I’ll have to count on that being true, because that’s exactly what we’re going to need to get into the security office. Of course, the door will be locked, and there’s a good chance that they have guards managing the cameras, so that’s where our living dust cloud comes in! Drought will enter through the ventilation system and get into the security room, where...uh...you did say you could pick up items, right Drought?” you ask the dust cloud as you attempt to converse with him.

Drought only gives an ethereal groan in response.

“Ummm….is that a yes?”

“It’s a yes, don’t worry.” Pumpkin Jack quickly affirms your suspicion.

“Good. So then you’ll use whatever’s available, and knock out the guards if there are any, and then unlock the door so that when Pumpkin Jack comes sprinting past the cameras, he doesn’t have to stop to unlock or open the door, you will open it, and he’ll just go straight in. Oh yeah, and you do still have that USB I gave you, right Jack?”

Pumpkin Jack reaches into his pocket and pulls out the USB. “You mean this thing? Yes, of course I still have it. And yes, I know where to plug it in! You’ve shown me that diagram so many times it’s practically ingrained inside my head at this point!”

You give a pleased nod. “Great to hear! So, yes, plug it in, and the USB should automatically erase all the footage from a few minutes prior just in case your claim of being able to...outspeed the cameras...doesn’t turn out to be...quite the truth. But yeah, since at that point you can basically watch all the cameras, we won’t have any reason to worry about being caught by them. We could, however, get caught by any random employee wandering around who just happens to bump into us. So lastly, to ensure THAT won’t happen, my good buddy Jeff here will ALSO be entering through the vents, but instead of going to the security room with Drought, he’s going to follow the path me and Zardy are taking to the archive room, but he’ll always be a few feet ahead of us, so that if somebody’s coming our way, he will know, and because of the earpieces, can tell us in advance so we’re ready to react to it. However, he will have to wait for Drought to deal with the guards, so he can take their security keys and give the one to the archive room to Jeff, so he can go through the vents, and when me and Zardy get to the door of said room, we’ll have the key available right away via our beloved little Rat-Man.”

You take in a deep breath before continuing. “So! We have Captain, Steve, and Skittles distracting the president and other highly ranking officials, Pumpkin Jack and Drought taking care of the security cameras, and Jeff making sure some Joe Shmoe worker at the office doesn’t ruin our plans on accident. And then me and Zardy will actually be getting the information. That’s almost everything, but there’s also the possibility that someone could come into the building that we don’t know about that could cause our plan to fail, so because of that, we’ll have Cable Crow attach to the roof of the building, and function as a lookout, so that we’ll know if anybody is coming near, and if they try to get in, then, well, they’ll have to answer to Brute, who’s also gonna make sure nobody gets in or out. I guess it’s not one-hundred percent foolproof, since Brute will have to constantly go around the building, so he can constantly be checking multiple entrances, but if someone tries to get out or in, and Brute doesn’t see, hopefully Cable Crow will and they can coordinate. And thus, nobody can interfere with me and Zardy sneaking into the archive room to steal my government’s war plans!”

You let out a hefty sigh after having just said all of that. “Alright, now that we’ve all gotten a refresher, does anyone have any questions?”

Cable Crow raises his ‘hand’.

“Yes?” you firmly ask as you call on him.

“Yeah uh, this all sounds well and good, but like, don’t you have that glove of yours that can help you teleport anywhere? Why can’t you just teleport straight into the security room, use your small size to sneak past the guards, destroy some wires or something so the cameras don’t work, and then teleport into the archive room to get the information that way, instead of recruiting all of us for this complicated heist?”

You give a slight ‘tisk’ before responding. “Great question, Cable Crow! I just knew somebody was going to ask that eventually, so I’ll just say this here: I already tried that! And I don’t know if it’s just some weird quirk of how the glove works, or if there’s somehow some sort of anti-teleportation device in that building, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t get myself to teleport directly into any of the rooms.”

Jeff raises a hand briefly in order to add onto the conversation. “And he even had me look into that to see if I could fix it, and honestly, I just could not find out why it wasn’t working! Like, I don’t think it’s a ‘glitch’ or a ‘quirk’ of the glove, I just...yeah I really don't know, but your idea wasn’t lost on us. We tried. But it didn’t work.”

Cable Crow seems content with this answer. “I see. That makes a lot more sense now.”

You nod to him again to conclude the interaction. “Okay, any other questions?”

Skittles raises his hand.

“Yes?”

“Yeah, uh, just like...in an event where all else has failed, then what?”

“‘If all else fails, then what?’” you repeat to yourself under your breath. “Again, good question. Um...honestly, it depends upon what exactly happens. But, for a general application emergency plan, in case of an emergency, Pumpkin Jack in the security room will push the security alert button, which causes the building to go into ‘lockdown mode’, physically ensuring nobody can get in or out. Then everyone on our team that’s in the building will gather in the security room, we’ll lock the door, and then decide what to do from there based on what has happened.”

Skittles nods his head a few times. “Oh, okay. That’s actually kind of a good idea, all things considered. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Yes, and you all should keep all of your roles in mind while all the contacting is going on between the capitol and Captain over here. Or Tankman, whatever you wanna call him.”

You clap both your hands together and let out another sigh of exhaustion. “Alright, well, if nobody else has any questions, then I think we’re done here! So uh, any more questions?”

No more hands were raised.

“Alright, then I hereby draw this meeting to a close! We’ll get together one last time on the day of the heist itself, and then this plan goes into action! So make sure you are all one-hundred percent confident in your knowledge of your role, and your ability to go through with that role before the day you need to act on it, because once this heist starts…” you narrow your eyes slightly as you gaze around at your group. “...then there’s no more going back.”

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Verminium was but one of the many small desert towns that existed within the general realm which the Tinies claimed dominion over. The greater U.N.T. (United Nation of Tinies) existed as a broader entity over all of these towns, however, due to their sparse and spread out nature, they were exceedingly difficult to govern. As such, though it technically existed as part of a larger nation, Verminium was, for all intents and purposes, autonomous. That was, until the occupation.

You grit your teeth slightly thinking about the occupation as you close the door behind you. Forcing your head to look up from the floor, your gaze can’t help but wander around the area in your general vicinity for a while, simply stopping to take everything in as you thought. To an outsider, nothing much about Verminium seemed off. The people were traversing, shops were open, and things overall seemed pretty relaxed. You shake your head and sigh as you begin to walk through town. As you go by, familiar buildings and familiar faces greet your view. There were more general stores like the local grocery and clothing stores going about their business, the both of which were mainly relying on locally-made goods due to the current economic climate, and the fact that it was generally unsafe for the towns to trade between themselves like they used to. Then there were establishments like the the Verminium firefighters, who always had an emergency storage of water at the ready, the postal service, which normally handled letters traveling in and out of Verminium, but was now mostly defunct, and even a bank, because despite Verminium’s secluded nature, the luxuries of the modern world were not lost to its citizens, who were able to enjoy electricity and indoor plumbing no problem. Thus, complex institutions like banks still made their ways into town life. And then of course, there was the police force. You have to stop for a second to let yourself process your emotions before continuing your walk. Before the occupation, they normally just dealt with the occasional rowdy hooligan who thought it would be a funny prank to vandalize some poor guy’s front porch, but now...they had been completely taken over by government-ordained occupiers, and the head occupier pretty much lived in the station at this point.

You ball up your hand into a fist. As much as you hated your occupiers, there was still some hope they could be “coaxed” to leave, as had been the secret idea between you...and a certain somebody else within this town. Turning your head to the right, you at last catch a glimpse of her establishment.

Alissa of Verminium was the town’s local baker, and one would think her to be quite kindly to match. Absolutely not. Alissa was the one person in the town that literally nobody else had the balls to mess with. Not a single soul. She had a very firm “don’t tread on me” additude, and just so everybody knew her threats weren’t empty, had a pretty good handle on your standard handgun. (Needless to say though, those handguns got confiscated pretty quickly by the occupiers once they were in control).

It was relatively early in the morning, so while the Bakery wasn’t completely empty, it was customer-free enough for you to be able to walk straight up to the counter and wait for a second for Alissa to come by without having to cut through any lines.

When she at last came through the doors to the kitchen and took note of you, she and you knew exactly why you were here. She takes a few steps towards the gate marking the border between the customer side and the employee side before speaking.

“Hey, just for reference, next time, you don’t need to wait for me to come up to the counter, you can just go straight back into the kitchen.” Alissa notes to you as she lets you behind the counter and guides you into the kitchen.

“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind.” you quickly respond.

Alissa gives a short nod. “Okay, now, anyway, getting to the reason we’re here in the first place, yes. I did manage to wrestle that spider into the head occupier’s closet.”

“You remembered to put the plastic fang-covers on it, right? I don’t want this scare-tactic to turn into a homicide.” you firmly ask Alissa, enforcing your point further by glaring her straight into her dark blue eyes. (Though most of the Tinies in the U.N.T. had standard black eyes, a few such as Alissa had colored ones, and Alissa complimented her dark blue eyes by dying her short, wavy hair light blue for contrast. The gray and black casual clothes she wore were rather colorless compared to the rest of her).

“Yes, yes, as temping as it was to leave that spider there as a murder weapon, I did put those covers on it like you asked.”

“Good. I guess now all we have to do is wait. When does the head occupier wake up?”

“How would I know? I’m not some weirdo who goes around taking notes of peoples’ daily routines!”

“Well, of course not, Alissa, and neither am I, I just...thought that if for some reason you happened to know, it would be good for me to know.”

Alissa shrugs. “Well, I guess the only way we’ll know for sure is to wait for-”

All of a sudden, an ear-splitting screech of pure terror was emitted from something outside.

“Ah, well, there’s our answer.”

Alissa and you, as well as most of the town, immediately rushed out to see what was up, if only to immediately run back in again after their eyes had laid upon it. That was, of course, with the exception of you and Alissa, who seemed rather unusually calm given the current situation. Cries of panic and anxiety rang out through the air as the head occupier came sprinting out of the police station with a gigantic spider right on his ass. The rest of the police force that was still active quickly rushed to both calm the people down, and find something to secure the spider, before a well-known “CAW!” echoed across the sky.

“Ah, right on cue, Ebony Feather.” you mutter to yourself under your breath. Ebony Feather was a crow who doubled as Verminium’s resident delivery guy, who brought imports and trade goods over from the other towns, but had chosen Verminium as the town he wished to retire too after his shifts were over. Ebony Feather was no stranger to situations like this. Due to the giant nature of bugs in respect to the residents of this town, he had often been the one to come in clutch to take care of a vicious scorpion, or beetle who had wandered into town. Bugs getting into peoples houses weren’t unheard of either, especially in the houses whose owners were known to forget to lock the door. Nonetheless, these things happened infrequently enough that the Verminium populus wasn’t completely desensitized to the events yet, and as such proved to be the perfect scare tactic to try to forcefully get the unwanted occupiers to leave the town.

Ebony feather landed right in front of the terrified occupier, who was still dressed in his pajamas as the spider drew nearer. Ebony Feather, wasting no time at all, dived in on the horrendous creature and snatched it up in his beak before it could lunge onto the occupier.

“I’ve got it! Don’t worry, you’re safe now!” Ebony Feather’s low voice boomed out to the head occupier as the spider continued to struggle within the tight grasp of his beak

The head occupier was simply too shocked to speak as Ebony Feather showed him the captured beast. It was at that point that you and Alissa decided to start sprinting up to the scene.

“Ebony Feather! You caught it!” you called out as you approached.

Alissa rushed to attempt to consolidate the traumatized occupier. “Ah, yeah, we probably should’ve told you earlier, but bugs like that thing tend to get into this town a lot, and, yeah, even into the houses. It’s just one of the quirks of living out here in this secluded area, ya know. Annoying, yes, but I mean what can you do?” she casually explained as Ebony Feather slowly maneuvered the wriggling spider towards the back of his beak.

“Yes, I deal with these kinds of situations a lot. Seen quite a lot of them in all my time here. From grasshoppers to scorpions to everything in between. Ah yes, it’s scary, but none of that will ever stand in the way of my firm dedication to this town.” he added before gulping down the creature in one go. This would have been all well and good, had he not forgotten about the plastic fang coverings, which had not yet been removed from the spider. It was almost less than a second after Ebony Feather swallowed that you realized this, sending an overwhelming jolt of adrenaline up your spine as you opened your mouth to scream.

“EBONY FEATHER!” you cry out in spur-of-the-moment panic. “EBONY FEATHER, OPEN YOUR BEAK!”

Sensing your sudden seriousness, Ebony Feather does as he’s told, and in the single second it takes for him to open his beak, your upper body has somehow already shoved itself straight into his maw. Ignoring the wetness, you’re forced to move your hand back towards his throat despite his ragged breathing and the occasional gagging sound. Showing your body even deeper into his maw, you shove your hand past the entrance of his throat and begin to push it down deeper. The constricting and squishy, squeezing nature of the throat muscles are more of a hindrance than a help as you continue to reach down. At last, your hand grasps onto something smooth and cold, yet a little hairy. Forcing yourself to push down your body’s compulsory revulsion to these creatures with a bit of a shudder, you attempt to sense which part of the creature’s body the fangs were on before it got pushed down far beyond your reach. Fortunately for you, the spider practically does that for you by attempting to bite down on your hand while it’s near its body, but the same plastic coverings you reached in here to retrieve save you from being sent to a hospital as you waste no time in grasping your hand over both fangs and pulling off the covering as fast as you possibly can, dragging your hand out of the tight, wet confines of Ebony Feather’s throat, forcing one last loud “CAW!” out of him as your saliva covered arm at last exits the throat, and your upper body falls out of his maw.

After taking a few seconds to contemplate what you had just done, you eventually raise the plastic coverings up a few inches in the air and wheeze out: “you...you almost swallowed these along with the spider.”

Ebony Feather is slightly shocked at first, but now that he understands your motives behind your sudden violation of his personal space, he seems to forgive you.

“Did I really? Well, I guess that we all make stupid decisions sometiems…” he murmurs to himself. “Thank you, by the way. I would have gotten very sick if you hadn’t brought those things out of me.”

“Yeah! If they didn’t get out, they probably would’ve caused an internal blockage, and then...yeah. I’m certainly not letting that happen! Not me!” you breathlessly respond, practically throwing the fang-coverings straight onto the ground in a bit of slight rage that they had forced you to do what you had just done.

It was then that you remembered what all this was for in the first place. “Wait a minute, where’s Alissa?”

Both you and Ebony Feather began to turn your heads around to find the location of the local Baker, as well as the other one who had just been here a few seconds earlier, the head occupier. To your surprise, you spot Alissa out of the corner of your vision helping the occupier get back to the police station.

You don’t really understand it at first, but eventually realize that it’s probably just her trying to get on his good side so he won’t suspect her of anything if he starts looking more into this situation.

Nonetheless, now that the operation was over, it was probably best for you to get back inside before anyone started asking you questions.

“Hey, thanks again Ebony Feather. Wouldn’t’ve been able to handle that spider without you. One of us probably would’ve gotten bitten. And thanks for getting up early just for this. I really can’t express how much I appreciate that.”

Ebony Feather blinks a few times before speaking. “Well, if it is for the best of my hometown, I shall do whatever it is that is needed. This place treated me well when I was just starting off as a deliverer, and now, I am paying that kindness back to the town.” he states with a bit of a head-bow.

You have to physically stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Sometimes you just can’t understand how Ebony Feather stayed so calm and collected all the time, and just why he worded his sentences like that. Nonetheless, you give him a respectful nod as you pick yourself up off the ground and begin walking home.

“Well, whatever you say, man. I’m going back home now. See ya later.”

“You as well.” Ebony Feather concludes before spreading his wings and taking off in another direction, presumably to the first postal station to pick up his first batch of mail.

You grit your teeth slightly now that Ebony Feather has left. “Stupid Ebony Feather. That Crow tries way too hard to be all professional and proper! Even after I just saved his goddamn life! Like, I make sure that he doesn’t die of an internal blockage, and he’s all like: “Ooh, we all make mistakes! Thank you!” Like, man!” you grumble to yourself as you make your way back home. Once you’re there, you grasp the doorknob rather tightly as you turn it and just can’t help but slam the door behind you as you storm your way inside.

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