THE WORLD that Hates You [MASA ZERO}

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Pato: Like hell.

Stranger Sunset: Yeah?

Pato: Like, you're assuming a lot dude. I'd be down to work together but-

It cut you off hard.

Stranger Sunset: You had me made cause you wanted a way to pick fights, right? No muscle so you'll bring me into this world and-

Pato: And we gotta operate on like, mutual trust and all that. If you're about to be a ass-

Cut off again. 

Stranger Sunset: You were going to kill some old dude for some random creep online! Do not talk to me about being an ass dude! I am you, and if I'm an ass you're 100% an ass! Fuck me man, you're so.. clueless. 

The proxy was genuinely distressed. You have manifested a piece of yourself you did not want into its own separate mass of anxieties. 

It was audibly on the verge of hyperventilating. 

Pato: Look.. we can like, work something out. The old man?

You pointed over to Godhead's unconscious body. 

Pato: Lets get him out of here, then we can figure our stuff out. 

The proxy gives you a nod, immediately scooping him up over the shoulder. Despite its height and appearance being closer to the adults in your life, it.. clearly wasn't one. 

Pato: Why are you here anyway? 


Stranger Sunset: ...You just did the ritual, hell dude. 

Pato: No but like.... why are you here as you? You picked yourself. 

Stranger Sunset: I really don't want to be here, so I just wanted out. 

Pato: Mm... 

Stranger Sunset: Like, you're a pretty angry person. Both of us are I guess but... I don't want to kill people.  You?

Pato: Have to, right? Like.. we wouldn't be here if people popped shots way earlier. 

Stranger Sunset: Yeah but... you think you could do that? 

Pato: Yeah. 

Stranger Sunset: Like... moment you start, you're not getting out of that alive. Know that? 

Pato: Don't care. 

Stranger Sunset: Mom would miss you... 

Pato: Mom goes through a lot cause of me though.. 

Stranger Sunset: Do you even know where to start?

The two of you stepped out the door,. 

Pato: Anywhere else but here I guess.. 

???: Put the old man down. 

You froze instantly, the masked figure reaching into his coat pocket and starring you down. 

There was a slight cackle to his voice, electronic but underneath something that echoed fairly light and ambiguous in nature.

 Did he have a gun? Didn't seem like a cop, probably just as bad. Fuck me..
 
 Pato: R-Right. 

You gesture to Stranger Sunset, the proxy scooting Dr. Godhead to the entrance. 
 
You could smell the fire from outside starting to really build up.
 

 
???: Pato Feliz, 14 years old. Lives alone with his mother in a two bed, one bath rental on Masa Cero Street, yeah? 
 
 Pato: Why do you know all that? How-
 
 ???: You fucked up big today, I really don't want to take shots at a kid right now so I'm asking you a few questions and letting you go home. Sound good? 
 
 Pato: Y-yeah- 
 
 Stranger Sunset: Explain yourself first, yeah? Why do I gotta- 
 
He's quick to pull the gun and press it to Stranger Sunset's forehead. A sawed off, absolutely not street legal. 
 
Pato: H-hey! Don't- 
 
???: I just have three questions, and you can go home. Sound good? 

Stranger Sunset: I'm not scared of you-! 

The gunslinger cocks the shotgun. 

Pato: Let him talk... 

Stranger Sunset: Fine..

???: Three questions, then I never want you coming back here. You go to your mom and pretend you were just window shopping. Watched a movie or something.  Sound good?

 You gave him a nod. 
 
 ???: One, which entity gave you the offer to kill this man? Dante? Ixel? Knuckler? 
 
 ???: Two, why were you willing to go this far? Money? Food? There's always something. 
 
 ???: Three, Do you even know what your goal is here?
 

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 This is not a interactive project, you are massively outgunned, you also have control of both of your halves to some degree now. Act thoughtfully.