BUXBERY

Summary:
In a world where emotions have the power to corrupt and transform, humanity faces the relentless threat of Drowners—monstrous beings born from those consumed by their feelings. While most succumb to despair or rage, a rare few emerge as Defekts, individuals who conquer their inner turmoil and awaken unique abilities.

Kai is just an average office worker—or so he believes. Lately, he’s been waking up in random places with no memory of how he got there, haunted by fleeting glimpses of violence and chaos. His life takes an even stranger turn when he’s abducted from his workplace by a group of rogue defekts known as 2156. They reveal a shocking truth: Kai is not just a Defekt—he’s one of the most powerful ones they’ve ever encountered.

Now, Kai faces a world he barely understands, teeming with danger, secrets, and choices. Will he be a pawn in someone else’s game or something far greater?


(Warning: This series has been discontinued. Maybe I’ll make a remake someday. ✌️)

Drowner: Becoming Defekt

Eugene throws rock, and I throw scissors. I've lost.

"No! God damn it. Fine, I'll main the blue one," I grumble, begrudgingly selecting the character. Eugene immediately breaks into a victory dance, overdoing it as usual.

"Okay, I'm done. Let's play," he says after completing every ridiculous move in his routine.

We've been playing for half an hour, and I can safely say they both suck. We've barely managed to reach the 50th level, and that's entirely because I carried them. Still, it's been fun—enough to feel like we've gotten a lot closer.

But there's a question lingering in my mind, something I can't quite let go of. Why is Eugene here? As far as I know, he's a Defekt.

"Hey, Eugene," I call out, my eyes still glued to the screen.

"Yeah, dude?" he answers, casually leaning back.

"Why do you ask?" He glances at me, then back at the TV, keeping his tone neutral.

"I don't know," I reply with a shrug. "Just curious."

"That's a secret," Eugene says with a chuckle. "Only me, Caden, and Vlad know. Sorry. You can try to guess, though. If you get it right, I'll admit it."

I take a good look at him. His brown, curly hair seems normal enough. He's not built like Vlad—actually, he's skinnier than me. Everything about him looks ordinary, except for his hands. Or more specifically, the gloves on them. Each glove has the thumb cut out, leaving his thumbs exposed.

"It has something to do with your hands, right?" I say, totally guessing.

He hesitates, his jaw tightening for a brief moment.

"Nah, try again," he says softly. But he's lying—I can tell. The way his forehead glistens with sweat, the slight shift in his posture. Everything about him screams that he's hiding something. Still, I don't push it.

"Ah, it's probably something lame anyway," I say with a chuckle, letting it slide.

Ethan suddenly pauses the game, catching me off guard.

"I've got a question for you," he says casually.

I use the break to grab a sip of water. Bad idea.

"What's going on with you and Luna?"

The question nearly kills me—I choke on the water, sputtering like an idiot.

"Don't play dumb. You think I haven't noticed what's going on," Ethan says, standing on the couch like he's about to deliver some groundbreaking revelation. "All the 'Do you want some water?' moments, taking you back to your room, and the kisses behind closed doors."

I blink at him, utterly baffled. "What kisses?"

"Don't act clueless," he insists, his tone dripping with suspicion.

"First of all, there were no kisses," I say, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Second, it's literally my second day here. Yesterday, she showed me where my room is—because she's nice. And third…" I hesitate for a moment, realizing I have no follow-up. "Actually, there is no third, because there's nothing going on."

I pause, my thoughts drifting briefly. Sure, I've noticed Luna—she's attractive, smart, and confident. But that's it.

Ethan narrows his eyes at me, clearly unconvinced. "That better be all it is, because she's mine. I've been working on that for a year."

I stare at him, utterly dumbfounded. "Dude, you're nine. She's twenty."

He crosses his arms, undeterred. "Love has no age. And I'm thirteen, turning fourteen. Just for your knowledge."

"Sure, buddy," I reply, completely done arguing with a middle schooler. I pick up the controller again. "C'mon, we're near the boss. Let's play."

Ethan huffs but sits back down, grabbing his controller. "Fine. But don't think this conversation is over."

"Yeah, yeah," I mutter, focusing on the screen. At least this boss fight should shut him up for a while.

"Alright, let's beat this boss before bedtime," I say, picking up the controller again.

Eugene leans forward, and for a little while, it's just the three of us, taking on the world—one level at a time

Buddies (Last Part)