--Memeulous Perspective--
Fuck
I should've introduced myself differently
Fuck
He's going to think I'm a freak
The aggressive bloke with the balaclava and TT33
I don't blame him
...
...
...
He isn't talking
He never did
I pulled out plan b
I said one of the two sign language phrases I know
"hello"
He did a fucking macarena of a response which is when I whipped out phrase 2
"I don't actually know sign language, I just learned specific parts incase I need to introduce myself with it, can we talk via paper instead?"
I slapped down a hefty block of A4s
He scrawled down "alright"
The way he writes
His mannerisms
His movement
There's something
Odd about it
Strange
He isn't strange
My feeling about him are
He's just...
Cute
Like not let's shag cute
More let's share a long gentle hug cute
"Anyway, what are you wearing?"
Jumping into the deep end are we?
"I really don't have time to explain what happened to may face, all I can say is it's disfigured beyond belief from an incident involving will"
"Of course it was fucking will haha"
"It's less haha and more if it were legal he would be fucking shot"
"Wow jesus"
"And I'm not fucking about here I can back up these threats"
I picked up my TT33, jammed a supressor on it, flicked it around and fired a few blanks
He recoiled and was pressed up against the wall in sheer terror
Ok... Bad idea
--Kris perspective--
Jesus, he really isn't kidding about.
Is that even legal to carry here?
We talked for a bit, and got up to date with eachother lives
Turns out he is memeulous and that memeulous.shop was an ad for his merch store
We talked about where we went
What we've done
What we haven't
He was so kind
And soft spoken
Lord
I really feel like I love him
If nothing else comes from this night
At least there was this
...
We heard footsteps and turned around to see someone
They were in full master chief armour
I looked at George, confused.
"Who's this then?"
"Spartan-117 at your service"
"I heard gunfire and wanted to check for insurrectionists and potential infestations you may be dealing with"
He cocked a prop MA5B
What.
The.
Frick.
"Don't worry Kris, that's just John, since we left he started larping as master chief in every area he possibly can in full armour"
This is John?
What?
You know, it's a bit odd, but I can appreciate being a full term chief larper than these art GCSE people that ended up in accounting.
"How did you get into this sort of thing and why?"
"Our job as soldiers is to protect humanity, whatever the cost"
Ok
He's dedicated to the role
"Nothing going on here, he's just showing me his gun and firing blanks"
"Ok, thank you, goodbye"
He walked away, leaving me dumbstruck
"George, I need to piss for a minute, wait for me here, okay?"
"Aight"
On my way there, I realised I was talking
Talking to him
To other people
He just makes me comfortable like that
Strange
I opened the door to the men's room and breathed in a lungful of a rotting grass smell
It was Susan
It was weed
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Enigma: Memeulous X Kris deltarune X master chief X jesus
FanfictionTwo contrasting mornings with contrasting reactions culminate in a meeting ten years in the making. However, George and Kristofer were not ready for the events of that day, and the results that developed from them
