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Portgas D. Ace’s life has been in smooth motion for the past year or so. Really. All before this was hell. Depression, academic failure, suicidal ideation, family struggles, daddy issues—you name it.
So much so, it became everyone’s problem even though Ace didn’t mean to make it so. Each step up to this point of life were hard.
Before, he thought he’d get into some community college. Stay in the east, the small town of Dawn and still be able to survive off of some part-time job. Ace thought that was his destiny and future.
Turns out this universe had other plans than killing him off when he was fourteen.
The first ever change of the tide happened when he was seventeen.
Sabo, his dear brother, was the one to ignite that dying fire in him. When the blonde had moved into the capital of hopes and dreams.
Being too smart for his age that he, Sabo, graduated high school one year earlier than Ace, who was the same age as he is.
“I wanna get into a college.” Ace had randomly blurted out in the airport. Their weeps came into a halt when he said it. Grandpa, Dadan and her gang, Luffy, Sabo, Makino and some townsmen.
They all looked at him with surprise.
Perhaps he said it so that he wouldn’t feel defeated by Sabo who had a clear path in front of him, or maybe it was to make himself feel better about Sabo leaving. All he knew was that when school had started, his words didn’t betray him.
As much as people praises the last year of high school being the ‘chilliest’, ‘most emotional’ or the ‘funniest’ year of the school year, Ace begs to differ. Especially now that he gives two shits about it. Lessons were brutal, coming at him one after another.
Not to mention, the amount of energy drinks he’s consumed. He's sure he would die of cardiac arrest one day; he just can’t prove it. It was really no wonder why Makino had invested on tons of care for Sabo’s eyebags.
The SATs can kill itself if it were a person.
After that came the constant nagging of your grandpa, yapping non-stop and all too much for a senior citizen who should be in a wheelchair (but magically isn’t) about making ‘good-choices’ in your career, your wellbeing and living conditions.
A younger brother screaming, crying and getting snot all over your shirt like you died in a battlefield.
Well- Luffy was understandable for the very least… behind two years and still in high school. It wasn’t everyday you get to see your two big brothers disappear for college in a row.
“I wanna get into a college.” Was haunting and constant in his ears. It reminded Ace that he was next, he can’t turn back on it, he can’t chicken out. And it came as a surprise when the acceptance letter from Marineford University arrived in his mail.
He was actually going to college.
Ace? Getting accepted to Marineford? That prestigious university in the Grand Line?
Ace was next to move out from the old town of the East, no more than 1.500 people around to say good morning to, to the busiest and opportune city you could even think of- the Grand Line.
The Grand Line… People say it’s the sole place on earth to form your dreams like how you could with sand on the beach. A city filled with opportunities. Pick a place and start building your own sandcastle type-of-thing. Law, Medical, Engineering, Economics. Mathematics, Arts—you name it.
It wasn’t everyday someone like Ace could get accepted into a prestigious school. What other thing was best to do than make out the best of it?
Now, he’s almost in his third year of Medical School.
Joined Sabo in a small flat an hour or so away from the capital, an orange tabby cat by their side, enjoying his part-time job at a downtown bakery and café that’s suspiciously fancy and pretty famous. Luffy inviting him at a random time of the night to play some game, tons of supports form family and friends.
Sabo kept going on about ‘there’s still much in store for you, Ace’ but the latter couldn’t be any happier with what he had at the moment.
He really figured it was enough. Really. He couldn’t have asked for anything better.
‘A young boy with daddy issues raised and taught he had nothing to live for than die, suddenly make a clean cut into a prestigious school of Marineford. Now he lives and not just survive.’ Ace thinks it’s a pretty good plot already.
It was already a big jump from ‘runt’ to ‘someone with a future’.
Ace shakes his head as he removes his jersey t-shirt and pulls out the plain, a bit tight black t-shirt out his locker.
Just in time, his friend, colleague, best friend and co-worker opens the door to the staff-only room. Ace looks his way with a smile.
“Deuce,” he greets his friend warmly while fixing the shirt around his jorts. Deuce smiles at him and opens his own personal locker with a turn of a key and greets, “Don’t you think that shirt’s kinda tight on you?” the man points out with a tease.
“Shush, I don’t have the money to buy a new one right now.” Ace rolls his eyes, “Plus, I get tons of tips with these babies showing itself.” He points at his own biceps, flexing the muscles with a grin to Deuce.
The latter chuckles with a friendly smile.
“You whore.”
It wasn’t such a busy day other than some highschoolers around the area stopping by to get ice cream.
It was a Tuesday; it only makes sense. Ace boredly leans against the counter, jamming to the beat of the café’s speaker while wiping the counters as if there’s anything to clean.
If there’s anything a café has teached him- was to be a clean-freak.
There was once during his early days where he came home with nothing but hopes and dreams to clean out the whole apartment complex while actively shaming Sabo for living in such conditions as if he’s not the second inhabitant who also actively enables the dirtiness… Ace smiles outside his lips.
Deuce pulls him out of his trance with a tap and tells him to prep some of the goods in the kitchen for tomorrow. To which Ace brightly nodded on. Too much apparently because before Ace can even take a step away from the counter, his friend pulls his collar towards him.
And with a stern expression, the one that Ace knowingly know… Deuce rants, “Remember, don’t eat anything. I’ll be checking later and if anything is missing, I’m ratting you out. Follow the instructions I’ve told you about. If you don’t remember the next step or if you’re unsure of what comes next, call me and don’t, I repeat- don’t you dare guess the next step or just take one for the team. We don’t want the fire department going off in our ear about a waste of time and unwanted fees.”
Gosh, that accident…
Ace guiltily bites his lips with a nervous smile, “That was in the past Deuce, let’s put it behind us okay…?” He mutters putting his hands up, “Plus- I’m a changed man!” It was a month ago but who cares.
(Everyone in the staff team apparently.)
Still, the latter wasn’t satisfied, “Have I made myself clear or do I need to repeat what I just said.”
“No sir.”
“What?”
“No sir!”
Deuce finally lets go of his collar, “Go!” the guy barks out and Ace ran off like a puppy.
Ace was what Deuce like to call a ‘Kitchen Hazard.’ So much so that it became an official nickname for him in the café staff circle.
He’ll either compulsively eat everything he sets his eyes on or accidentally make a nuclear bomb with a dawn dish soap.
Everyone tries to limit his interaction with the kitchen as much as possible, but in times like these were you could see he’s bored out of his mind; he’ll get the chance for a bit if permitted.
Strolling whimsically to the kitchen, he notices the oven on with a timer next to it. Ace usually would have expected another person alongside Deuce making the pastries as orders can range up to 30 goods to a 300.
(It was hell when someone ordered 800 pastries for a wedding. 2 college students, 2.5 if you want to count Ace as a food disposal, and 3 seniors running around the sugar filled kitchen. But then again, he got to eat a lot of the discarded ones, 50/50 experience, would do again.)
So, for Ace to see no one but him in the kitchen, was a huge surprise. Ace cautiously looks back to the small window that looks out the café, where Deuce is.
The guy’s back’s turned, it looks as if he was taking an order.
The freckled man quickly took a look at the newly decorated custard filled croissants with Biscoff and chocolate around it. Deuce outdid himself today didn’t he! Ace eagerly licks his lips before pulling out his cellular device.
With a quick mediocre angle-change, he snaps a photo with the flash on. The stutter sound ringing and sends it to a group chat, ‘ASL’.
[ASCE] (sent attachement)
[ASCE] yum
It didn’t take long for someone to respond to his text.
[Sa D. Bo] fuck now u made me hungry
[Sa D. Bo] take some home?
[Sa D. Bo] ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)
Ace chuckles.
[ASCE] hell nawh get ur own lil bro
[Sa D. Bo] (·•᷄∩•᷅ )
[Sa D. Bo] im locking the doors tonight
[ASCE] fuck u
Just then, Ace felt an energy radiating by the kitchen entrance door.
On the small circular window, he sees his friend’s light blue hair and half lidded eyes comedically staring intently at him.
‘Get back to work’ and ‘I’m watching you’ plastered all over the man’s eyes.
He quickly shoves his phone down his dark apron, ignoring the buzz of the phone from Sabo’s reply. He began to act busy.
When he looks back at the door, Deuce’s figure was no longer there, and he sighs with relief. The constant buzzing of his phone bothered him the whole time.
Going back to the group chat, Luffy was now also online.
[ACSE] sabo if I don’t go back home today assume I got murdered by deuce alrigt?
[Sa D. Bo] nah jit abt to lose his job das crazy
[ASCE] STOP
[King of the pirates] ace deliver me some of those crosaints pls
[ASCE] u live like 8 hours away
[King of the pirates] exactly ;(
[ASCE] learn how to spell crossants first
[Sa D. Bo] YOU BOTH SPELLED IT WRONG
[King of the pirates] crossants
[King of the pirates] there I spelled it now give me
[ASCE] shippings expensive
[ASCE] oops
[Sa D. Bo] (ಠ_ಠ)
[Sa D. Bo] ur a bad influence on luffy’s spelling
[King of the pirates] (photo.attachment: donut maker)
[ASCE] CAN U STOP
[ASCE] WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN
“Portgas D. Ace!”
The latter quickly shoves his phone down his pocket and nervously turns his head. “W… what?!” He stutters at Deuce, not behind the door but leaning by it.
Okay, this is kinda scary. “How many times do I have to tell you?”
“I’m working! I’m working!”
When he leaves the café at exactly 20:22, he not only felt like a huge boulder of security has been lifted off of him but also the cold air of winter.
He seriously should’ve worn some proper clothing other than some jorts at 13 degrees Celsius. Fortunate for him, Makino had brought him his new jacket for his birthday.
It was a blessing and curse to have your birthday as the last day of the year.
The jacket Makino got for him was a plain dark Himalayan North Face Parka, a bit oversized despite Makino picking his size. The jacket was mad expensive when he had checked the price out despite being told not to.
This jacket better survive for another 2 years or he’s suing.
As Ace walks, he snuggles himself deeply like a bird into the warmth of the jacket. His hair was a bit messy; his pale freckled face was beat up and red by the cold and his fingers doing some kind of ritual inside the pockets to keep warmth.
He was so damn grateful when he had reached the subway.
He hurries himself around the crowds of people going on all corners of the compass and got inside the train. Ace finds himself a comfortable spot to lean against on. There were tons of people coming home.
When he feels the train stop for the third time, he steps off and opens his contact list.
“Sabo?” Ace calls out to the line that picked up, “m’ here,” he strolls down the stairs of the subway. “What did we need again?” He takes a turn and sees a supermarket behind a building. The blonde had reminded him to buy groceries since they’ve run out for what seems like the third time this month.
“Ah, right, well…” His brother’s line glitches with the audio a bit as Ace himself lands on the entrance. He picks up the green carry-on basket by the door.
“Geez, we got tons of things missing.” Sabo mutters.
“I wonder why,”
“I wonder why too.”
They both chuckle. “It’ll be hell for all of us when Luffy moves in…” He feels the other line sigh with a smile, “He got worms in his stomach, I’ll tell you that.” Ace agrees with that but speaks his vision, “I feel like he’s just got a large stomach. Genetics maybe? I mean, looks at gramps. He’s hitting 80 and acts like we’re feeding him out of a tube.” That old guy can never control his appetite.
“Could be… Hey,” Sabo perks up, “Between gramps and Luffy, who got the biggest appetite?”
“Okay, well that’s just hard.” Ace backs up like his brother was right infront of him. “I place my bet on our little brother.”
“NGL, same. He used to come back at home like he was pregnant with quadruplets whenever that Sanji-guy invites him to eat at their restaurant…” Sabo recalls and they both cracks up, recalling the image.
“He looks like a balloon or a barrel-”
Ace snorts out loud, getting the attention of the woman beside him. He subtly bows apologetically. “Don’t even try. Now tell me what I need to buy…” he titters lightly on the line.
“A-B-C,” Sabo taps something three times, “O-B-C-D”
“STOP.”
With two morbidly obese plastic bags since he’s not gonna take three, ahem—ahem, who’s putting up the prices… Ace could only pray it wont rip as he board the train.
It wasn’t that packed as the last time he saw it. He quickly claims the empty seat next to a man with a suit. The man was too busy to even notice him and when Ace had peeked at wat the guy’s playing, it was blockblast.
…
Ace shifted his head away from the guy’s screen…
Just as he thought he could relax his tired legs. He finds an old man. Not his grandpa’s kind of old… but the kind of old where you can barely stand, too wrinkly and too white. Standing up abruptly, finally getting the attention of the man with the suit next to him, Ace signals the old man, probably poor of hearing.
“Please,” he offers the now empty seat next to him. The old man’s face seems to lift as Ace carefully guides him.
“Thank you kind man.” The stranger said. And all Ace could do was nod, smile and wave it off with ‘no problem.’
As the quiet murmur of the block game deafens, he finds himself a spot nearby and sets both of the grocery bag down on the tip of his shoes. The train begins to move shortly after. The trains moves fast, it was always better than busses, but Sabo seems to think otherwise.
And whenever they make Luffy choose between, he casually responds with a ship. Both Sabo and he knows it comes from their little brother’s fantasy of being pirates. Maybe it really was bad reading him all those bedtime stories…
(In their defence, it was the cheapest in the market.)
It’s a stupid argument they have.
Just like, ‘Who’s the better brother to Luffy?’
The trains tracks got out of the tunnel, slightly blinding Ace’s vision with the sudden bright light that engulfed his senses. They were feets away from the ground.
Trains back then could only run next to the highway but now, they take him up in the air.
Evolution at its finest.
They changed just like he did.
Ace stare endlessly at the dozens of lights under, infront and above him. The billboards showcasing the latest fashion items on its menu. A man… woman? with black hair and red lipstick appears multiple times. Advertising tons of things at once.
Jackets, heels, makeup, bikes, shoes, pant— all type of stuff you could think of. Moving pictures with upcoming films displayed and playing.
On one of the screens, highlighted a woman with hair like Deuce, light-blue. He was too late to take a photo of it before it disappeared behind a building.
Or was it lavender-toned?
They were passing by one out of three main commercial districts, Sabaody Archipelago.
One of the largest.
‘Archipelago’ being in its name due to the numerous sections that organises the cluster of stores. Clothing, Restaurants, Big-shot commercial companies and more.
This is the Grand Line.
And Ace still can’t believe he’s living in this city. He feels like an ant than a human being. From ‘some brat staring into the TV about this one special city’ to ‘someone who lives in this one special city.’
When Ace arrives inside the apartment, he lets Sabo take the heavy plastics bags. He takes off his shoes and jacket and sniff the air. “Already cooking?” He lets himself get dragged into his room by his brother.
“Trying new recipes. Found this while doomscrolling during lessons.”
Ace lets himself rest with a yawn.
On the other side of the door, he hear Sabo shout, “Don’t go to bed hungry Ace! Take a bath and wake yourself a bit.”
Sabo always felt like his mom whenever it came to meals. The freckled man takes a deep breath and pushes himself out the comforts of his sheets.
Once he finishes a warm bath, which, by the way, didn’t help a bit—he feels more tired than not. Opening the shared bathroom, he was met with the aroma of Sabo’s cooking.
“Mmmmm. This smells new.” His wet hair soaks onto the towel resting around his shoulder. He walks to the kitchen with a sniff.
“What’s today’s dish?”
“Beef soup from the Philippines. Pretty easy to make.” Sabo lifts up the warm pot with his bare hands and sets on the dinner table.
Ace worriedly calls out to him, “Dude is your hands okay…” And with a smile, Sabo just says, “Let’s eat.”
Sabo props up with his iPad on the table once Ace began putting scoops upon scoops of rice and soup in his bowl. This was what he’d like to call a perfect meal to fight the cold weather.
It felt cozy. Ace turns his head when he hears the ringing of Sabo’s device.
“Sabo!” Ace hears his little brother call to the blonde.
He quickly shoves himself in front of the facetime call and calls out, “Luffy?? You should be asleep!” He shouts sternly at his little brother. “Ehhh, I’ve been waiting for Ussop to get online but—ooh what do you guys have?” Luffy’s eyes zooms in with stars in his eyes to the frame as he stares at Ace’s bowl.
“That looks good,” and a faint growl could be heard on the background of the call. Sabo and Ace only laughed devilishly. “Like what you see?” Ace went up close to the camera with a grin and took the first bite.
He shamelessly chewed infront of the camera.
“HEY!!”
Ace burps loudly as he chugged down the cold Cola, aiding his tastebuds. The soup had a mild taste to it. With the broth of the beef and comforting taste of the rice.
“You gotta do this again. That was good, very.” He comments, slumping down the wooden chair. “Now I want to sleep..”
Sabo chuckles by his side, still eating. “I will.”
“Yeah Sabo you gotta do it again.” Their little brother’s voice interrupts.
The latter and Ace pivoted to the iPad. With an apologetic expression Sabo says, “Sorry Luffy…”
Luffy looked absolutely betrayed by both of them. For the past hour, he’s been doing nothing but chewing on his pillow. Unable to even sneak to the pantry because Dadan had compromised a 24-digit lock. 24 because Sabo had helped Luffy cracked the 12 on their last visit…
Ace snickers, “If you were born 2 years earlier, maybe you could’ve gotten some.”
“As if I can do anything about that!” Luffy shouts at him.
“You’ll be staying here soon. Once you arrive, I’ll cook you your favourite.” Sabo pinches Ace under the table, which he visibly reacted to. “Really?!” the small one exclaims, “You’re the best!”
“Hey! What about me?”
“You’re okay.”
Ace’s mouth gaps. And to add fuel to the fire, Luffy adds one more comment, “Even my friend’s think so too!”
…
It took some second for both brothers to comprehend what Luffy just said. It was then the blonde next to him began to hysterically laugh and Ace felt like tearing the whole house apart, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?” He got up from his seat and slammed his palm on the table.
He’s a good brother!
“Fess up Luffy—How much did Sabo pay you and your friends to say that?!” Ace was in complete distress at this point. “Sorry it has to come to this conclusion brother.” Sabo continues to laugh from the side. He spoke as if he and Ace were in some southern countryside duel.
They both knew Luffy love them both dearly, still—this hurts for Ace’s pride! “Exactly what’s better about Sabo than I am? And don’t say academical knowledge, not a ‘Kitchen Hazard’, Smart, Nice and Blonde.”
“Uhhh…” Luffy doesn’t have an answer, obviously enough. He can never compare both of them in that sense but Sabo on the other hand, “I’m definitely better than you when it comes to dates.”
Ace’s facial structure drops with a flush.
“You guys talking about Sanji?” Their little brother grins at the mention of his friend. “Right, you had gone on a date with Sanji didn’t you Ace?”
Really is not the right time Luffy.
“I also remember when you called Sanji, your ‘baby gir’—”
”All right lil bro, how about we stop talking for a while…”
Sabo has had that up in his sleeve for a while now, didn’t he. (yes) “Gosh, I remember when you came home and proudly told us what had happened-” The blonde cried out. Ace’s face was red.
What happened that day never happened and there was never anything between him and Sanji.
“Oh!” Luffy cuts through their conversation, “I just remembered…”
Brace for impact.
“We made another discord server Ace, you should join! We can play games there with the others!”
…
”Oh.”
Luffy had always believed in ‘the more the merrier’ things. And when you pair it with his gift of bringing others together, you get a positively influential little brother.
It wasn’t anything weird whenever Luffy had invited them to play. They always say ‘yeah’ and find ways to clear up their schedule.
Afterall, he’s their little brother.
So when the youngest of ASL had invited Ace and Sabo to their discord, they brushed it off as typical. He now sits on the top of his bed, tucked under the warm duvet, he begins to copy the link word-by-word for the discord server.
Dinner had ended half an hour ago. Luffy had left them with the link in their ASL group chat to go play with Ussop in the dead middle of the night. Ace threatened to call Dadan on him if he didn’t go to sleep but he know Luffy wouldn’t listen either way.
Sabo had gone to sleep, someone gotta have their beauty sleep after all. Cowabummer.
[King of the pirates] Remember to join!!’!’mm!
[King of the pirates] https://discord.com/sTRwhT9k
Ace wasn’t sure if the last 2 letters were correct, but you gotta take one for the team. So with a single press of a button, he accepts the invite to “The Pirate Cove” with 1 online and 16 members.
Kinda weird. Didn’t Luffy say he’d be in voice chat with Ussop?
1+1=2
He quickly looks at the category name. MOBY DICK’S COMMUNICATION: CHAT LINE. Weird name. But then again, Sanji likes sea animals. And as far as Ace’s memory takes him, Mody Dick… is a name of a whale.
A weird one at that… what kinds of drugs were sailors on back in the day with naming things?
He looks in the channel named #general-deck and scroll back to the past messages sent by the members for the past few days.
[Skinny ass twig] Alr who here keeps fucking up my base 1/24/24, 09:43 AM
[The blob.] SOMEONE BLEW UP THE AQUARIUM
Housewife started a call that lasted 4 hours. 1/24/24, 10:20 AM
[Father of 2] Who was it 1/24/24, 17:01
[Housewife] Who was what
[Father of 2] Who blew up the aquarium, the barn, the abortion clinic nd the police station
[Father of 2] Was it that bald bastard
[Judge Toler] LMFAOOO
[Housewife] It’s not vuriel
[Housewife] curiel
[Terrorist] IM NOT BALD
╭── reply to [Judge Toler] LMFAOOO —> [Terrorist] FUCK U IZO
[Judge Toler] Take off the duraq dummy
[Father of 2] @Housewife who was it then
[Terrorist] .
[Judge Toler] Exactly
[Housewife] guess
[Father of 2] curiel
[Terrorist] I SAID ITS NOT ME BLUD
[Lesbian surviving] Curiel
[Judge Toler] Just say it
[Housewife] BLUD
╭── reply to [Terrorist] I SAID ITS NOT ME BLUD —> [Judge Toler] “BLUD” WHEN DID U TURN BRITISH LAMSOODJSJAOW
[Judge Toler] @Scottish bob
[Judge Toler] @Scottish bob
[Terrorist] LEAVE ME ALONE
[Housewife] no but guess
[Judge Toler] Js say it
[Housewife] I SAID GUESS UR SO BORING
[Father of 2] curiel
[Terrorist] how many times do I have to tell u.
[Father of 2] until u stop being a terrorist
[Judge Toler] JUST SAY IT
[Judge Toler] BLEN WONT SAY ANYTHING OTHER THAN CURIEL
[Housewife] Now I js look like an attention seeking whore
[Judge Toler] because u r
[Housewife] u better say sorry
[Terrorist] ive never been near a bomb my entire life guys I swear
[Judge Toler] why should I
[Skinny ass twig] is that a ref
[Judge Toler] bitch didn’t u blew up the white house that blamenco built
[Terrorist] well…
╭── reply to [Skinny ass twig] is that a ref —> [Housewife] yeah
[Skinny ass twig] we caught it in 4k too
[No, I’m not gonna bloom ur pussy] there’s no use hiding lil bro
[Terrorist] STOP OKAY
[Father of 2] See? Once a terrorist, always a terrorist
[Terrorist] IM STILL NOT THE ONE TO BLOW UP THE ABORTION CLINIC 1/24/24, 17:49
Ace scroll a bit more to the latest near his date while smiling softly at the conversation. There is no doubt he entered the wrong discord server.
There were names he didn’t recognise and interactions he felt were not fit for his little brother’s group.
But still, it wouldn’t hurt anyone if he stays in for just one more minute.
He takes a look at the ones sent yesterday.
[Lesbian surviving] KILL ME NOW KILL ME NOWWOWSDCSJAKO PLEASE KILL ME NOW 1/26/24, 12:11
[No, I’m not gonna bloom ur pussy] what happened
[Lesbian surviving] The sex scenes abt to be filmed
[Lesbian surviving] cancel Hollywood for only having straight couples in the big 2024
[Lesbian surviving] now the huzz’s abt to stay away from me
[Housewife] men r js better
[Lesbian surviving] FA
[The blob.] BRO OUTED HIMSELF
[No, I’m not gonna bloom ur pussy] (gif.attachment: rainbow flag)
[Housewife] WAIT
[Housewife] I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT 1/26/24, 12:35
The freckled man reaches the end of the discussion. There was no newly sent message today. It was more active during the weekends. It only makes sense. All of them seemed to be very close, just by plain observation.
Weird general chat name, weird nicknames for each and every member.
There was a [Coffee addict], a [Lung cancer], a [Nicki Minaj] and the wildest nickname, [No, I’m not gonna bloom ur pussy] who was previously chatting in general-deck.
Ace giggles under the covers of his blanket before taking a screenshot of the member’s list.
Who the fuck was running this server?
He swipes and taps his screen to land on the channel list.
There wasn’t that many chat channels to browse on. Under the MOBY DICK’S COMMUNICATION: CHAT LINE fell four channels max. All they got was #general-deck, #tomato-corner, #random-photo-dump and #no-mic-chat.
Curious, he goes to the photo dump channel. He sees a white dog sent by [Coffee addict]. With fifteen heart reactions, fifteen cute eyes emoji reaction and eight bandaged up heart emoji.
The MOBY DICK’S COMMUNICATION: VOICE LINE were the same. >Moby’s main speaker, >Moby’s minecraft corner and >Moby’s other. Ace is thankful they put down the ‘dick’ in the name on this one.
Even more bellow that was MOBY DICK’S COMMUNICATION: IMPEL DOWN, L6 category with only 1 channel. #curiel’s-timeout-corner. Now he can’t help but wonder what else that Curiel guy had done to deserve a timeout corner…
Before Ace could even tap the time out corner and check the chat there, a discord notification rang loudly from his phone.
He jumps slightly but compromises himself with a sigh.
A big red dot caught his attention next to the general deck and he realises one thing. ‘They know I’m here.’ He thinks.
Without the need to mentally prepare himself, not that he needs to—Ace sees the line divider with ‘27 January 2024’ at the middle.
He reads the first message under his new member welcome banner.
[Housewife] no one told me there was a brand-new addition in the family @Coffee addict 1/27/24, 23:28
[Housewife] whos this?
[Firefist] family?
[Firefist] oh no sir, u got it wrong
[Housewife] ur not a hacker r u
[Firefist] seeing as how this isnt my brothers server then that should answer the question
[Housewife] .
[Firefist] very very sorry for the intrusion
[Firefist] I apologise
[Housewife] ah
[Housewife] oh i see
[Firefist] seeing as how im not needed here anymore
[Firefist] I’ll be leaving now, then if u don’t mind…
[Housewife] oh yeah no
[Housewife] that make sense.
[Housewife] HEY WAIT NO DON’T FUCKING LEAVE
Ace abruptly stops his movement.
[Firefist] ?
[Firefist] am I still needed here?
[Housewife] YES
[Housewife] U WORK FOR SOEMONE?
[Housewife] HOW MUCH DID U SEE AND TELL ME WHO U ARE