“Fabian, we need your help!” came a cry from outside my open window. “Please! This is an emergency!”
What is it now? The last time I fell for their tricks was six months ago when they told me that my crush was waiting for me around the corner. Instead it was my buddy dressed up in her clothes. I never went out with them again. They still came over to my place to hang out though. I had a PlayStation VR since I saved up my money instead of spending it on booze and parties. While I know they weren’t sincere friends, I did enjoy having some company over every now and then.
I put down the latest issue of Weekly Shonen Jump and stuck my head out the window sill. The sun was already down, I must have been lost in its pages for some time.
“I’m not falling for your tricks again,” I replied.
“No, this isn’t a joke, I swear to god!”
“You know the story of the boy who cried wolf?”
“I’m serious, Fabian! You gotta believe me!”
“Fine, if this is another one of your pranks you guys aren’t coming over to use my PlayStation VR for a month.”
“Hurry! And bring your sword!”
Sword? That was a weird request – but not something that I was going to refuse. Dragonfang had been sheathed for a while now and was thirsting for some blood. I decided to bring her out. “Sorry,” I told the other swords in my arsenal, I would bring them out another time. I quickly pulled Dragonfang off my sword rack and strapped it around my body. I put on my fedora, hopped down the stairs and opened the front door.
Tommy was standing in my front yard, looking extremely distressed.
“We’re under attack by some monsters! They just came out of nowhere and started killing everybody at the party!”
He was either telling the truth or the giving the performance of a lifetime. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but monsters?
“Dude, monsters don’t exist in the real world!”
“Oh trust me, they do! See this blood stain on my shirt? It doesn’t belong to me, that was from Sarah – when one of those beasts took her head off!”
There was definitely a bloodstain on his shirt.
“Why didn’t you call the cops?”
“We did, but they were all killed! Some back up is on the way but I don’t think that they’ll be enough. I managed to escape the party with a bunch of other people but most of them are still trapped in the house. I didn’t know who else to call!”
“All those nights spent partying when you could have trained in the art of sword fighting with me. Tsk tsk,” I muttered.
“Come on! We’ve got no time to debate, I’ll learn the art of the blade with you – if we survive this.”
“I promise! Let’s go!” Tommy said as he turned and started running towards the party.
I pulled the tip of my fedora downwards, arched my body forward and raised my arms behind me to streamline my body.
“Dattebayo!” I yelled and ran after him.
Writing Prompt from Reddit: While others partied, you studied the blade. Now they have the audacity to ask for help.