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Tales Of A JetPunker P1

Tales Of A JetPunker P2

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU ARE IN THIS STORY I AM NOT ASSUMING ANYTHING ABOUT YOU, ALL THE CONTENT IN THIS SERIES IS 100% FICTIONAL. THERE MAY BE REAL LIFE ELEMENTS BUT THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY.

I stare at my new...besties, I'll call them. MasterRocket, LuckyCat, Astana, and MetallicStar.

What kind of names are those?

I must of said that out loud, because they're all giving me a weird look now.

"If you don't like our names, then maybe look at yours, KiloNova." says LuckyCat. My name is spat out like it's as bad as the rest of them.

Then I remember. It's LuckyCat. Lucky. It's all coming back now...

Back then, Lucky was my bestiest bestie. We were inseperable. Even though I was really weird, they supported me through everything. We were so close that they saw the first part of my secretive unpublished blog.

Then it happened. The Orcspelians attacked, with one goal. To kill my best friend.

I had no idea why they were going to kill Lucky back then, and I still have no idea, but after countless hours of fighting, Lucky finally gave in. In panicked screams, I rushed towards those tyrannical, horrid people and tried to save them. All I ended up doing was spilling a little more blood, though. By the end of it, he was gone...

Lucky gave me a dangerous look, saying 'we need to talk'. I don't think he's ever been that serious.

Then I glanced to Astana, still processing this information. Could it be...I stifle a gasp. Astana! The legendary blogger! Also captured by Orcspelians, not long after Lucky was. The news was going crazy about her.

I didn't know the other two. But that didn't matter now.

"Star, Rocket, are we going to explain this whole thing to Nova, or are we going to stand here and be useless?" Lucky said.

I noticed that Lucky didn't mention Astana. What there something up with that?

Rocket sighed and started explaining. "We're all here because of that stupid Quizmaster. We've been unfairly exiled and we're forced to live here, pretty much."

The Quizmaster may be...interesting at times, but never a tyrannical dictator, at least in my perspective.

"It started with LuckyCat, and by the look on your face, you two know each other." Me and Lucky glanced at each other. "Uh, after Lucky escaped Orcsp -

*CLATTER*

Just then, someone shoved through the door with a loud noise.

"Neo, you're back!" Astana exclaimed. Star groaned.

"Who's this?" Neo asked, pointing suspiciously in my direction.

I was a little intimidated by the looks Neo gave me. Didn't help that they also have 4 inches on me, and that they seemed to be the boss of everything.

Astana tried to explain. "So this kid I saved from being tortured and killed...

"Shut up, Astana!" Neo said.

"You son of a b****!" Astana said at the top of her lungs.

"Uh, maybe I should leave?" I offered. Nobody listened and they continued their arguing.

"Look at yourself, Astana." She did just that and then smirked.

"Don't be fooled, Nova. Neo's smart but most of the time is as dumb as a rock." Astana said.

Neo seemed really pissed by now. "I'm going to leave."

The door was slammed so hard that I thought it was going to break. It was silent for a minute, which was impressive considering what I've seen of these people so far.

"What is up with you two?" I asked Astana.

Her face got red. "You see, in Orcspel we were forced to fight in an arena for entertainment, a bit like the Hunger Games...I might of...sort of...killed...Neo's brother."

What? Ok, this Neo guy has the right to hate Astana. It must of been a grueling death if she killed him...

Star broke my train of thought. "Enough yapping, guys, aren't we breaking into Spotlight Headquarters tomorrow? Maybe we should all get some sleep." Star tossed a crumpled piece of paper in the trash.

"What about him?" Rocket asked, pointing at me. "We've only got five bedrooms. And I ain't having a random guy in my bedroom."

"Well, he ain't sleeping with me." Astana said. "He could be the type of guy tha-"

Lucky jumped in the conversation. "Astana, CHILL! Why don't we just make him sleep on the floor?"

This is getting really dumb. Do these idiots argue over everything? It's not that hard to come up with a solution for where I'll sleep.

"Ugh, I'll just sleep outside." I said. They all looked at me in alarm. "Nova, you don't know what happens at night here, do you?" Rocket said "These mysterious creatures come out at night, speaking unknown languages and creating quizzes in impossible to read languages. Also, one of them killed poor Noivern to create a quiz called...body parts by picture. Trust me, you don't want to take a quiz with images of your deceased friend's organs." Rocket was shaking once they finished.

"I'll just knock him out so he doesn't do anything stupid." Rocket grabbed a needle from his bag and injected it into my arm.

"Wait, nOooOoooo..." my last thought was, "dammit. Why do I keep losing consciousness? That's like the third time this week!"

i woke up to find that I was shoved in a closet, unsurprisingly. These idiots really need to fix themselves. I opened the closet door, and a bunch of junk came tumbling out (if anyone asks, it wasn't me!). After walking down the hallway I found Rocket, Lucky, and Star drinking coffee in a room that could pass for a kitchen.

"Heyyy, look who's awake!" Rocket exclaimed. Star flipped Rocket off behind their back, and they laughed.

"I'm surprised you're awake already. I'd expect that siringe to knock you out for three more hours." Rocket said.

Lucky said, "Well, from what I know he's a very unique person."

Here we go again.

"You want an espresso?" Rocket asked. "Better get ready for today, huh?"

My eyes widened at that question. Coffee! I haven't had a sip for a week. Some people think I'm addicted to caffiene, but really I just like coffee...heh. "Yes, please!" I said.

Rocket just stared at me blankly. Star shook their head. I forgot they were even here. "Well, we're not your slaves, go get it yourself. Stuff's over there." Star said, gesturing towards a counter a dozen or so steps away from us.

I walked over and grabbed a cup, then filled it up to the brim with delicious, dangerously hot coffee.

"Well, he's awake three hours early. I guess we get a three-hour head start." Rocket said with a mischeivous smile. "We have a long run anyways."

Run? Please don't tell me we're going to run a marathon...

"Just kidding! Hope you like biking!" they said.

Yaaaaaaaaay. "Where are the others?" I asked.

"Apparently, Neo and Astana had...other things to do." said Star.

They've probably taped each other's faces on punching bags and are going all out right now, I thought. Rocket moitioned me towards the door. We walked out and outside there were, yup, bikes.

"Hurry up, let's go!" Lucky exclaimed, though it sounded like it was faked.

I hopped on a shiny purple colored bike and we set off. The grass was surprisingly easy to move through.

After about three miles or so we encountered a forest.

"This wasn't here before." Rocket muttered."Oh well, let's split up. I'll go with Star, and you and Lucky and go together." He sent a wink at me.

I'm not very good at emo stuff, let alone doing emo stuff going twenty miles per hour in a dark forest.

We kept going and both stayed our distance.

"Nova, why did you leave me?" he asked, shocking me.

"I didn't leave you, idiot! I literally tried to save you!"

"Well, you didn't try hard enough." Lucky seemed like a completely different person now. But I get it, because Orcspel prisons and bloody arenas to the death change a person quite a bit.

"You know I'm not big on emotional moments." I said, hoping Lucky forgot about the emotional support club I started in 8th grade.

"Yah, I'm just being a jerk, chill. But next time, maybe try a bit harder?" Lucky 'suggested'.

Wait. Next time?

It was silent for the rest of the ride. Halfway through, though, I got lost in thought and slammed right into a tree. I was pretty sure I broke my leg, but Lucky helped with a smile.

After another hour he've made it. JetPunk City.

"Heyyy, look who's here!" Rocket said. Star didn't look tired at all, and very bored. We ditched our bikes.

Their smiles didn't stay for very long as they entered the city.

"Ugh, not this place again." Lucky said. "It's worse than the smell of ramen noodles microwaved without any water."

I didn't recognize this place, but it was probably the outer ring of the city (so, the poorest and most run-down). Many of the new quizmakers are here and are less than 5,000 in the ranks or less than level 15. The JetPunk Shop and Charts HQ are both here. Also, account deletion rates are off the charts (well, on the charts, technically, after seeing a message board post with the data).

"We have a map of the city. We need to go..." Rocket pointed towards a circle in the second ring of the city. "...Here."

"Why don't we just walk down Jeppy Avenue?" I said. That was the long road that went across the entire city.

Lucky shook his head. "Because, you know, we're kind of fugitives in their eyes. And I don't feel like dying today, you know. The only person they could see without getting suspicious is Rocket."

"Wait, so...if Rocket isn't from here, where did he come from?" I asked.

"Orcspel." Lucky said grimly.

I grinned. "Well, why don't we use that to our advantage?"

Thanks so much for reading this far! (or skipping to the end, how would I know?). I know this part was a bit lackluster, but hopefully Part 4 is better. Thanks for reading!

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P.S. sorry for the really long delay. I'll try to make it sooner next time.