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AND NOW I BRING TO YOU: A CHILLING TALE ABOUT A DETECTIVE, A BOXER, AND HIS BIKE.

JUNE 23, 2012. NAOTO’S, UH I MEAN, SETA’S DORM.

MAC: SETA! HEY SETA! HEY!

[You answer the door. Mac is very loud, but he sounds distressed. From the looks of it, he is in fact in a panic.]

MAC: Oh thank you man, so glad you’re here.

[You decide to humor him and let him speak, since he obviously is having a problem. You notice he’s fidgeting.]

MAC: Uh…anyway, you’re a cop-ah naw, a detective, ain’t ya? Yeah I knew you were.

So.

Uh.
I was hopin’ if you could, uh. Well I mean if ya have the time ya could…

[You finish his sentence and conclude he needs someone to investigate something. It calms him down. He looks very unsure of how to ask favors, apparently.]

MAC: Oh man, you’re a lifesaver, ahhaahahaha. A-anyway, so uh. The thing to investigate.

[He explains this situation in clumsy detail. His bike was apparently stolen. You shake your head and explain this is no emergency. It’s just a bike, maybe he just parked it in a place he forgot. Or he forgot to lock it and it was taken by a stranger.]

MAC: I know it’s hard to understand but that bike…it means a lot. It really does. I had it since I was a kid and it’s been with me through good times and bad.
Listen I know it sounds crazy. But I could even pay you if you can spare just a lil’ bit of your time. Please?

[Since he seems desperate, after a moment’s thought, you accept. You do not accept his money though. It makes him very happy.]

MAC: Like I said before, you’re a lifesaver! C’mon let’s get to investigatin’! I can show you the crime scene!

[He seems to be taking a childish whimsy to the whole thing. You can’t judge, he was your senpai too, afterall. He leads you to where he parked his bike. So we can cross off that he misplaced it.]

MAC: I locked my bike here…see? Someone rode it in a hurry, you can see the bike tracks.

[You do see them, but oddly, the bike tracks end a yard away from the scene. You ponder how that’s possible. And over a silly bike. You turn to ask Mac if he knew anyone who would take it.]

MAC: There ain’t many people I don’t like, but there are a couple guys. It’ll seem real pathetic if they steal my bike to get back at me though…I asked Lash, she’s an old friend of mine, she usually pimps up my bike with gadgets, she ain’t seen it either.

[You can’t make any assumptions from that info. You say that they should look for any clues.]

MAC: Alriiiight, you’re the boss! Hey, this oughta be kinda fun, yeah? At least, we can make it.

[You sigh, isn’t he in his twenties?

You both start to investigate and you notice a strand of burnt black hair, next to the bike tracks. It was a dried clump, and it smelled rather freshly burnt. You call Mac over.]

MAC: Huh, whatcha find, Seta? Hey, is that hair? Wow, it stinks…smells like an ashtray…My bike DOES have rockets on the end and a security system.

[…This sounds like the oddest bike. But the solution was obvious now anyway. You tell him you can strip DNA from the not burnt hairs and give it him in the next morning easy.
Mac is ecstatic. But then you say it’s okay to go separate ways and you’ll let him know when the results are done.]

JUNE 24, 2012. MAC’S DORM.

[Morning is here…and you have the results. You tell yourself that this will be fixed definitely, but Mac might not like what he hears.

You knock on his door.]

No answer. Is he asleep?

MAC: Seta, hey! Mornin’.

[He was in his jogging gear, he must have been up a while. He was obviously exercising.]

MAC: So ya got the results?

[You say you do, but you look a little gloomy about it. It’s actually a little hard to tell him the results.]

MAC:..What’s wrong? You look down.

[You conclude that Mac could handle the results, he has no choice. You tell him.]

MAC: No…no way, why?

Lash? So she…lied to me?...No! There’s gotta be a good reason why, she’s…C’mon, let’s go see ‘er.

[You let him lead you to the culprit. In her dorm. Mac knocks on the door and she answers.]

LASH: H-hey, Mac! A little early to be here don’t you think? You’re usually working out.

MAC:…Lash I ain’t here to visit.

[Mac suddenly is surprising strong about it. Taking it serious. You nod at each other.]

MAC: Lash, we found your hair next to where my bike was stolen. Ya said you had nothin’ to do with it but you apparently do.

[Lash looks shocked at these events, she looked like she thought there was something weird since she’s never seen you before.]

LASH: Sigh…alright, you caught me. I did steal your bike without telling you.

MAC: But why…it scared me to death!

LASH: Look, at first I was in the neighborhood and decided to just check the security on your bike BEFORE it got stolen.

MAC: So you…stole it because you wanted to fix the security.

LASH: Yeah you can say that, I tinkered with the security and there was suddenly a bug with it and a laser went off.
You couldn’t believe your ears, the bike had lasers.

LASH: I thought I was careful, but it knocked off some of my hair without me knowing, I guess. Well I know that now. It also melted some of the bike wheels and that was when I said I was going to just take it and fix it.

MAC:…And the molten wheels made those tracks.

LASH: Guess I just wasn’t careful. Wunderkinds even make mistakes, okay?

MAC: You still coulda told me!

LASH: I was going to, honest! But not only was I working really hard and forgot but I decided to add a new feature!

MAC:…Another one?

LASH: Yep, you’re gonna love this. It was gonna be a surprise.
She opens the door and shows you the fixed bike. You grimace, this was the weirdest turn of events. At least no one was hostile.

[Lash then gets out a control box and places her finger on the button.]

LASH: You ready? Okay! Feast your eyes on THIS!
She pushes the button and then…the bike undergoes a transformation. The mechanics make a noise and…everything distorts until it forms a figure.

MAC…Whoa…what?

[Mac was just as shocked as you were. The transformation stops, and it forms a sort of robot about the size of a man on the tall side.]

LASH: It can become your own personal Transformer fighting robot! And look see, the robot has boxing glove battle arms too!

MAC:…WHOA, LASH, NO WAY!!!

[You have officially seen. Everything.]