Another Predicament?

Amos took out the map in his pocket, "Let me see...the target is not too far from here."

The blue assistant asked, "How far is your target?"

"Someplace called Sunny Town."

"That is still a good walk from here. Get glasses, you seem to be blind."

"Really? It doesn't look far to me."

"Whatever."

Amos continued walking, "On this little mission, we'd get to know each other better, " he looked at his assistant.

"Whatever. How did you regain your stupidity again, I liked the quiet Amos more."

"It sorta just happened, from the kiss I suppose."

"Interesting, the kiss? Are you that sad?"

Amos looked at his assistant again, "What do you mean?"

"I'm assuming that the actions of a girl merely thinking about kissing you were unprecedented until yesterday."

"That's no big deal, " Amos looked away, "I'd get another true kiss again someday."

"Optimistic much?"

"You shouldn't be the one talking. Did you even get kissed before?"

"Countless female lips have collided with mine, I even possess a better relationship with female lips than lipstick."

Amos laughed, "Good one. Then you'd have to give me some advice one day."

"Advice is insusceptible to the minds of fools. Especially for you MTS users. Anything related to humans, including elves. Humans. Humans on the whole are like dogs compared to me."

The assistant was very contemptuous when it came to the human race. Maybe the catalyst for his feelings for this race is the thousands of perpetual headaches he endures from the MTS noobs he has to teach.

"You, " Amos looked at him, "I just can't seem to get you. Don't ridicule what you'll regret, you stereotype. You're so mean, to the point where it's just uncanny."

"And your absurdity is so extraordinary to the point where it's just an understatement."

"You're very narcissistic. If my absurdity bothers you so much, why don't you teach me how to become an intellectual like you deem yourself as."

"Once a fool, always a fool."

***

"Geez, blueface, we've been walking forever, how much longer?"

"Don't ask me. And stop stalling, keep up! I haven't even perspired a single drop of sweat yet."

Amos shambled lifelessly, "Easy for you to say. You're freaking floating! Why don't you grow legs and bear the pain of walking for hours with me—even out the playing field."

"Silence will be much appreciated, Amos. You're the one who had to be such a fool to get yourself working with these villains in the first place!"

"You say this as if you fought them yourself! They are much stronger than you."

"Underestimating me I see..."

"The only reason I got caught by Queen Suzy was because of her stupid Dark-Mana or whatever. If it were you, you'd fail immediately. After all, I am stronger than you."

"So you are underestimating me? Little do you know, that I am in my existing predicament of being a fool's assistant because of my evil reputation on Axonia?"

"Wait what? You were on Axonia? Isn't that the planet next to—

"Yes. That is Axonia. I was an Axonian."

"Wait, since when were you programmed to tell lies?"

"Believe it or not, but I was known as Axonian's finest villain back in the day."

"Still don't believe you, buddy. You're not the villain-type."

"Then, what are the requirements to be classified as a villain?"

"Not sure. I think they have to do some pretty bad things, have a pretty cool character design, a badass scheme, and a reason for their antagonism. I honestly don't know, I'm just talking off of the experience from reading manga."

"These pretty bad things..."

"Yeah?"

"Can murder be counted as one of those pretty bad things that makes a villain a villain?"

Upon listening to each of the words in the assistant's statement. Amos became lost in his thoughts in a matter of seconds. He was mesmerized by the word 'murder', pain stabbed him in his brain, and he was brought to 'that room' again.

Blood was everywhere. On the walls, on the floor, on the ceiling. It was in every corner and inch of the small dark room. And on the floor, there was a bloody knife that hovered above the substantial volume of blood that flooded the room and gave off a strong odor. Amos knew this scent—it was blood, human blood in specific. He also saw the bloody stairs again.

Having realized that he was in one of these mental situations, he started violently slapping himself in the face to seemingly wake up and leave the mental world once again. As he had expected, his countless endeavors failed, and his pain increased. Then, he closed his eyes, and started taking deep breaths. And as he opened his eyes, he was next to the assistant again.

"Elves are such strange beings. This is the reason why my species remain to be the exemplary race above all others. Amos?"

"What?"

"Why did you just zone out all of a sudden?"

"Not sure. I'm still trying to figure it out. Just try not to use the word 'murder' please."

"And the reason why?"

"I don't know, " he scratched his head, "It just flips a switch in my head for some reason."

"Interesting..."

"Come on, " he continued walking, "Let's get going. We have no time to waste, keep up."

"You are the slow one, stop trying to reverse reality on me."

"Just keep up, Blueface, we're almost there."

In the distance, there was a crowd of humans ahead. Amos and Blueface curiously approached the lively area.

In the middle of the crowd, there were four teenage boys and one little boy.

"Beat the thief!"

"Please guys, don't hurt me. Why are you all trying to harm me? Is my youthfulness not being considered?

"Serves you right! You stole my nose job money!"

"And my lunch money!"

"Don't forget about my cat!"

The crowd looked at the man who mentioned his cat, "Sam, nobody wants your cat, it has minge."

"Guys, we're missing the point, this little guy stole from us!"

"Yeah!!!"

"Let's get him!"

"No you idiot, that would be illegal. Let someone his age assault him, like the four college boys here."

"Yeah!!!"

"Yeah college boys, beat his ass up!"

"Clap those cheeks!"

"Dude, that's gay."

"Slaughter the child!"

"I just want to steal his nasty Magical Ability."

"Do it for my cat gato!"

"Sam, nobody wants your cat, it has minge."

Who names a cat gato?

"Meh. It was worth the try.

"Get that kid!"

The college boys were kicking the child in every part of his body. Luckily Amos ran in, pushed the boys away, and stood in front of the child.

Amos' facial expression got serious, "What is this nonsense?!"

"He stole our goods!"

"He stole your goods, huh, " Amos looked at the woman, "But does that mean you have to kill him for it, " he scoffed, "Treat the child as a child."

Amos helped the boy up, looked at him, and smiled.

A man, seven feet tall, with shiny bulky muscles, then walked out of the crowd and approached Amos with his fist clenched, "Does that mean I can treat you as an adult? One on one. A battle between a man and a man elf?"

Amos kept his eyes on the little boy, "No-no-no, my friend. I am not an adult yet, even so, " he looked at the man's feet and gradually raised his head higher and higher, "I'll still beat you—

He couldn't finish his sentence after realizing how tall, big, buff, and bulky the man before him was, he rubbed his eyes and looked at the man again, "Kiss you, I'll still kiss you."

Man from the Crowd: "Dude, that's gay."

Sweat dripped from Amos' face, "I'm leaving, "he was about to run away, "Ba-bye now!"

Blue face: "Idiot."

The buff man grabbed the back of his jersey, but Amos kept running even though he was running in the same spot. He then stopped turned around and swallowed the air in his mouth.

The man punched Amos, causing him to fall headfirst.

"Mr.Buff, I've got no time to fight, let's talk things out like men."

"You said you weren't a man."

"Wait, did I?"

"You Dirty old Liar!"

"Wait-Wait-Wait Mr.Buff! Let's not do this. No fighting. If you are a man, prove your masculinity to me by talking things out."

Someone from the crowd stood behind Mr.Buff, "Pedi, show him! Show him your strength!"

"The guy behind Mr.Buff, " everyone put their hands on their mouths, "Why are you so hungry for violence. As men, all three of us here should settle things through spee—

Pedi (Mr.Buff) had burning ferocity, "How dare you call my wife a man!"

"Wife? No-no-no, Mr.Buff you seem to be a little blind here, "

"You're calling me blind!!!???"

"No I'm not, I'm just saying that you probably lack the ability to see in both your eyes simultaneously, because, " he pointed, "That is conspicuously a man!"

Blue face brought his forehead to his palm, "Such a big idiot."

"I'm going to crush you!!!"

"Yes, Pedi. Crush him for your wife!"

Spit flew all over Amos' face when Pedi shouted.

"Wait, Mr.Buff, If you spare me for today, I'll buy you a breath mint, you more than need one."

"Pow!" Amos was knocked out by the man.

His final thoughts before the final bow....

Why did I intervene and get myself into another one of these predicaments, oh boy, here we go again?