The Bad Guy:
Part 5: The Stolen Episode
There I wasn't. That's not a good way to start a paragraph... Let's not do that.
Anyway, it was time to get a briefcase. I believe the ad that... uh... Ann was her name, right? Yeah, pretty sure it was Ann. Annyway, if I recall correctly, she gave me an ad for a breifcase from Levinburgs on Holster Ave... Wait... no, that's it! It was a page from a catalog! Page 44! Light brown with a red handle! No... that's not quite right, is it? I just have directions on a sweaty crumpled up paper. Weird.
Anyway, the directions are to go to Levinburgs and get the breifcase with the light brown leather and the dark red handle. That sounds good. I like the idea of having a breifcase with a dark red handle. Sounds like home. Feels like home. Definitely what I need... but why?
Why am I questioning this? Something feels off, but in a right way. I like it this way. The directions on the paper feel good. It said to run and jump the whole way there, parkour style. Feels awesome. We don't need roads where we're going. Straight to the rooftops. Punched out a robot while I was up there. Don't question it, it's awesome!
Running and jumping and fighting! This feels more my style. This is right! I kinda feel like a superhero. Like this paper map is giving me power! Yeah!
Boom! I finally arrived at my destination of song, and my destination of heart! Right here in the power, the power of the wind. The power of the force. The power of the fight. The challenge won, I enter inside.
Wow. Something really feels familiar here. Even though it's not time yet... the time is now.
I've got it.
I've got the breifcase of my destiny.
Nothing sad now. This is a moment of joy.
This is the making of who I am.
I get the breifcase, and the map fades away. I look of the back of the paper, and there's a note.
"Hey there, you special Hat-Wearing dude! Here's a little gift from me. You gave my life extra meaning, and now I'm improving the meaning of yours. From your buddy, Bison!"
Bison? I don't know a... no that's silly. No obviously it's not him. That'd be silly.
Tf happened here?
Read Part 4, or read Part 6 because we've still got to catch the guy with the paper bag.
Hey, try reading these too:
Our favorite detective has gone back to work trying to catch the man with the paper bag.
A fresh, new day at the office awaits our favorite detective.
At FrillerWorks, we're Making close calls our goal. Everyday. :')
At FrillerWorks, we're Hiding behind curtains while we change our clothes in the office.
