Death is Inevitable (Higgs Monaghan X F! Reader) [UNDER EDITING]

Part 6: Halfway There

~the next day~

[Name]'s POV

'So we're off to the distro center south of Lake Knot today,' I hum to myself while lying on my back and staring up at the ceiling of my private room.

I bend my left leg up and prop my right one on top of it while resting my arms behind my head. 'I really should get moving soon,' I sigh, cracking one of my eyes open and looking at my traveling gear.

I rest in my bed for another five minutes before forcing myself to get up, taking a quick shower and getting dressed before grabbing my gear. I leave my private room and take the elevator up to the main floor.

'No sign of Sam yet.' I frown while taking a seat on the ground. 'Might as well check my mail.'

I pull up the mail on my cuff link and read through a few messages before coming to one from a sender whose name I don't recognize. 'Peter Englert?' I quirk an eyebrow, noting the title: A Humble Request for Pizza.

"Why am I getting a porter request from this guy?" I mutter while opening the message.

My Dear Miss [Name] [L/Name],

It is an honor to make your acquaintance. Allow me to introduce myself- I am Peter Englert. After hearing so very much about you - all good, I hasten to add - I simply could not resist the urge to initiate a correspondence. Now, I do know that you only entertain porter requests on rare occasions, but I do hope you will be kind enough to pardon my troubling you. My request is of such great importance that I dare trust it only to you.

My sister, bless her heart, has been feeling under the weather, and I fear there is only one thing that might restore the color to her cheeks: Pizza. I wonder if you might be so kind as to collect some from Lake Knot City and deliver it to our humble abode? I am more than aware of the gravity and urgency of your westward journey, but if you could find it in your lovely heart to squeeze us in, I would be ever so grateful. Oh, and my dear sister is something of a ham-lover. Please bear that in mind if you decide to oblige me.

'Out of all the fucking requests I could get, it's for pizza.' I deadpan while staring at the heart Peter signed off with.

"Might as well get it done," I mutter before walking over to the access terminal and pulling up the order requests for me.

I click the fresh pizza delivery request, glancing over the requirements for the cargo. 'Fragile cargo, keep flat...obviously. Delivery time limit: thirty minutes.' I look at where I need to deliver the pizza to and nod, 'that's doable.'

I confirm the order, and the container with the pizza in it comes down the delivery belt. I pick it up and hold it flat before marking the location on my map. I reaccess the terminal to get my trike from the garage, stopping when a better idea comes to mind.

'I can just teleport there,' I chuckle and shake my head before thinking of the location and teleporting.

I arrive in front of a shelter, taking in the barren land around it. 'There's no grass here. It's completely just rock and dirt.' I frown before walking into the shelter.

The access terminal pops up as I approach it, and I choose the option to make the delivery. The delivery shelf comes up to my left, and I place the cargo container on it.

"Delivering cargo," an automated voice states as the shelf lowers.

"Do I get to meet this Peter now?" I quirk an eyebrow while turning to the terminal, only to find a standard holograph that says SND.

"Delivery complete. Displaying performance evaluation..." the automated voice says before pulling up the results screen.

I get a perfect rating, noting the connection level is already at just under a full star. The connection level doesn't change as the results screen disappears, and I frown.