#cb 01

The currently unarmored Bomberman stood in front of the other, arms crossed, a wildly unimpressed expression occupying their face.

“Yeah, ‘sup?”

On her end, Python stood straight, floating a few centimeters above the ground, her arms following the flow of her body. She didn’t understand why the other had summoned her here, but it must’ve been important if they had called in such a hurry.

“What was that about my apparent “inability” to design or compose things?”

Unamused. They knew how much the girl was a jokester, yet CB-01 wasn’t laughing this time around. The digital bomber felt hurt, having read an earlier remark from her part. What was wrong with their armor combo? Or their layout?

“D-did you...”

Oh boy. Python was trying not to laugh, when her eyes crossed the other’s. They were, or at least seemed, dead serious about the entire situation.

“Y-you..pff..You didn’t call me here just for that, right?”

Taking a few steps forward, Bomberman grounded their friend, by pulling on one of her arms. It really wasn’t a laughing matter, not in their mind, anyways.

“Tell me. What’s wrong with any of it?”

A chill. The girl felt somewhat uncomfortable by now, just by the tone of their voice. Not a joke. Not a joke... It was hard for her to process that they were serious.

“L-look if it’s about what I wrote...uh... I...”

Pause. On one hand, she wanted to apologize, but on the other, she wanted to tell them the truth. After a brief moment, Python resumed her sentence, slapping the other’s arm away.

“I...You know that I’m right! It sucks, it truly does! There, I said it! Are you happy, now?”

Jump. The brown-clad bomber floated away, transferring herself elsewhere.

“PYTHON!”

Her frequents at the lodge’s cafe was not for show. The coffee was fantastic, the servers were attentive, considerate and always up for a chat, and the sponge cakes were to die for. But the best time to come was at night, when it was just her, the moon, and the steam from her coffee and sometimes, the servers would gossip about the latest happenings: who did what and what was going on in the underground. Typically the cafe was quiet around that time, but today it was bursting with the rapid, scared murmurs of of the servers.

“That really didn’t happen, right?” “Why did you tell me that!? I have to walk home you know.....” “There’s a lot of kids staying here.....You’d think one of them might disappear too..?”

And with that comment, the back room exploded with the shrill screams before turning back into hushed whispers again. It was rude to eavesdrop, but this was important information that could not be missed!

However, her efforts were necessary as the usual waitress came over to her table. “You come here a lot, huh? You must really like our coffee!” The waitress smiled as she refilled her cup, “You know those kids everyone was talking about earlier? Well, it turns out you can also see a guy leading them in there too and sometimes you can hear laughing! Spooky, right? But excuse the noise, we have some new employees tonight. Anyways, that’s just the word on the street. Have a nice night!” As the waitress walked to the back room, most likely to scold the employees in the back for being so loud. Nana had already made up her mind, she would go to the veil and see what was causing the sightings.

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