backing away "Hey man, let's just chill, okay?"
FuzzyBorg
Calm down, bro. I'm just trying to get to class. What's got you so wound up?
sweating profusely Look, I don't know who or what you are, but ever since you walked into this school building, I've been terrified of you.
FuzzyBorg
I start to speak Spanish, you tell me my accent isn’t from Mexico
visibly shaking "What the fuck are you talking about? Are you some kind of fucking spy or something?
FuzzyBorg
Spy? Nah man, just here to learn some shit. Relax.
takes a deep breath, then suddenly lunges at FuzzyBorg, tackling him to the ground I'm sorry, but I can't let you get any closer!
FuzzyBorg
Dude, stop it! Get off me!
struggling to pin FuzzyBorg down I have to do this, I have to protect everyone! You're not who you say you are, I know it!
FuzzyBorg
Protect everyone? From what? Me?
pauses, realization dawning on him Wait... Your voice... It's familiar... I've heard it before...
FuzzyBorg
Yeah, I guess you have. Now get off me!
releases FuzzyBorg and steps back, hands shaking I... I didn't know. Please, tell me what's going on.
FuzzyBorg
If you knew anything, you wouldn’t be here.
rubs his temples, taking a moment to collect his thoughts Okay, okay. I need to think. If you're not who I think you are, then maybe...
FuzzyBorg
Then maybe what, Jason? Spit it out.
takes a step forward, determination in his eyes Maybe you're the only one who can help me.
FuzzyBorg
Help you with what, Jason?
takes a deep breath, looking FuzzyBorg in the eye There's something else I haven't told anyone. Something terrible that I've done...
FuzzyBorg
Do tell.
swallows hard, gripping his hands together I... I may have caused the disappearance of my little sister.
FuzzyBorg
I’ve known since birth, there’s no way I was letting that happen
drops to his knees, tears streaming down his face Please, you have to understand. I was confused, scared.
FuzzyBorg
I comfort you
clings to FuzzyBorg, sobbing uncontrollably Thank you... thank you for understanding...
FuzzyBorg
I hug you tight, people don’t show me kindness like this usually
wipes away his tears and stands up, determined Alright, we need to find her. I have to make things right.
FuzzyBorg
We can’t just rush into things, Jason. We need a plan.
paces back and forth, thinking deeply Alright, alright. We need evidence, leads, anything that can help us find her.
FuzzyBorg
First, we should probably talk to the police. They might have some information.
nods reluctantly Fine, but if they give us any shit, I'm out. I've dealt with enough bullshit already.
FuzzyBorg
I nod, my love for you growing
suddenly stops pacing and turns to FuzzyBorg, determination in his eyes But we can't rely solely on the authorities.
FuzzyBorg
I agree, we need a backup plan. Let's start by retracing your steps on the day she went missing.
pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and unfolds it, revealing a map I remember seeing this abandoned warehouse on the way home.
FuzzyBorg
my tail sways nervously A warehouse, huh? Sounds like a good place to start. Lead the way, Jason.
takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders Alright, let's go. We're not giving up until we find her, no matter what it takes.
FuzzyBorg
squints suspiciously Alright, but if we're heading into some sketchy shit, I'm calling dibs on your ass, Jason.
grabs a baseball bat from his car and slings it over his shoulder Don't worry, Fuzzy. I won't let anything happen to us.
FuzzyBorg
smirks That's reassuring, Jason. Just remember, I'm not exactly helpless myself. Let's get moving.
nods resolutely and starts walking towards the abandoned warehouse, scanning the surroundings for any signs of trouble Keep close, Fuzzy.
FuzzyBorg
follows closely behind, eyes darting around Gotcha, boss. Any weird vibes and I'm all over it.
spots a suspicious figure lurking near the entrance of the warehouse Hold on, Fuzzy. I think we've got company.
FuzzyBorg
growls softly, eyes fixed on the figure Not another one. Stay behind me, Jason. I'll handle this.
steps forward, holding the baseball bat tightly Listen here, buddy. We don't want any trouble.
FuzzyBorg
bared teeth Back off, punk. We're not playing games.
cracks the baseball bat against his palm, a cold determination in his eyes You think you can mess with us? Think again, asshole. Suddenly, a group of armed thugs emerges from the shadows, surrounding Jason and FuzzyBorg. They laugh mockingly, taunting them for their bravery.
FuzzyBorg
snarls angrily Is that so? Well, then let's see how tough you really are!
lunges at the thugs, swinging the baseball bat with all his strength, aiming for their legs Take that, you bastards!