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“So, did you hear what happened at the pizzeria?” Charles asks Rupert, as the two get ready for their mission, by putting on a security uniform.
“No? What happened?” Rupert asks.
“Apparently, someone killed an employee and severely injured another,” Charles says, “Also, apparently, the one who’s severely injured got arrested or something. It’s really weird. So, the police thought he was committing identity theft, but when they got the DNA samples in they um… realized he was telling the truth. Which is pretty embarrassing if you ask me. But then… the police station got attacked, by some sort of… creature or something? Then the guy they arrested left with them? Which is how he ended up in the pizzeria.”
“Huh. What was his name?” Rupert asks.
“Eh… never got it,” Charles says, “Or I forgot. It’s not that important. What’s important is the mission!”
“Are you sure? Could be the work of the Toppat Clan.”
“Pfff! Not everything is involving the Toppat Clan!” Charles says.
“Yeah, yeah. Sometimes it involves Stickmin!”
“…”
“Too soon?”
“Too soon…”
“…Anyways, we got to get going. Hopefully the police can sort that situation out,” Rupert says as he begins to leave, “Maybe I can try to help with the investigation tomorrow.”
“You sure? You might be too tried after this mission?”
“Please. The clan hasn’t showed up all week. I doubt this night will be any different.”
“Oh, come on!” Charles says as he playfully elbows the soldier, “I got a feeling this night is going to be different!”
“You said that every night!”
“Well, eventually I’ll be right!” Charles laughs.
The two friends chuckle as they exit their temporary apartment and make their way to the museum. On cue, Johnny, a wandering ghost, follows them. After all, if something bad happens, he’ll be there to help out! Even if what he can do is pretty limited.
Though, he has to agree with Charles. Something about this night is going to be different. Whether it be good or bad.
To be concluded...