My brain is hurting.
I think that's because I'm a kid. But also because I looked at an eldritch spy, two of them, the third one doesn't count he was normal.
But that's not all there is to it.
My head continues to hurt because there's a lack of sleep going on, but of course, that's not all there is.
Because I've been working for an entire week to get inside this brothel, and now that I'm in, it has been underwhelming in the ways that interested me, and OVERWHELMING IN ALL THE WRONG WAYS!
WHY ARE THERE SPIES!? Are those spies?
Were they?
What do you think traumatized man, were they spies?
I take a bite of mashed potatoes, Chiaki really makes mean creamy mashed potatoes, Sana was right. They're savory, and salty, but has a creamy taste that makes anyone who's starved for food not choke to fucking death if they try to overeat like they probably would.
I'm in the kitchen right now. Finally found it.
It's a funny place, I think it's on the left of the lobby, but I'm not too sure since I didn't passed by the lobby to reach this place.
Nah. I went into the staff resting room, and descended the stairs. They were pretty small and dark, but pretty short. They led to stocks, literally, a dry place where there was a shit ton of wood. There was a staff in it noting something on paper while counting the wood.
That's only a small room though. When you leave that room, you reach a sort of hub, with some staff, not a lot, but some staff. Multiples doors left and right, the most interesting is the kitchen, where I am, the equipment rooms, with some axes and way more weapons than necessary for a brothel, and finally the one where they wash clothes.
Even bloody ones. Like the bloody pants of cheesy cheek right beside me.
He's in a staff uniform right now. No bloody pants anymore.
You remember him right? He's the one that got his cheek dragged off on the ground by Yamato, yeah, he's here now. In the kitchen. With a lot more staffs.
Chiaki is there too. He's screaming on another staff, pretty young man, a man that doesn't peel potatoes fast enough.
"GET YOUR ASS TO WORK, FASTER, WE DON'T HAVE TIME!"
A chorus of "CHEF YES CHEF!" Resonate in the room.
Well. He's pretty mean. I take a bite of the mashed potatoes I stole from the big communial pot they're preparing right now.
He does make some mean potatoes so that's fine.
The only one that mumble the chorus is the no cheek guy. He has a mess of bandages on his face, there's probably an infirmary somewhere but I didn't saw it, didn't search all the doors too, sooooo..
Still, he got treated. And now one half of his head is covered by bandage, a dumb knot above his head as he washes dishes with as much enthusiasm as an unpaid intern.
Chiaki notices that and scream again while pointing at him "WANT ME TO CALL YAMATO BACK IN!?"
"FUCK NO" He cleans faster
"IT'S 'CHEF FUCK NO CHEF!'"
"CHEF FUCK NO CHEF!"
Chiaki, a old looking man with no hair, big forearms, and a pencil neck that doesn't fit with his forearm grunts in appreciation before getting back to his own job. Which is making mashed potatoes, and making sure the six people moving around in the kitchen cooking other potatoes, work fast enough to fill the big pot.
And it's under this less than cozy atmosphere, and the realization that this brothel gives homeless a job which isn't just sucking cocks, that I'm eating my potatoes.
Okay. So.
What do I know so far?
There's this youta guy. Probably the boss. He's coming soon to do...something.
There's a guy called 'him'.
That's coming.
And everyone is getting ready...some round up the homeless, other make food, and pretty much every staff is running around to get ready for...something.
Blabbermouth got thrown away cause he couldn't handle this...something.
Which is..."him?"
I think.
And there's spies.
Who also want to spy on "him" and were kinda scared when they thought that "he" was coming faster than expected. I think? Just an assumption there.
I take another lazy bite of my food before slinking away from the hot kitchen, and entering a much cooler room filed with tables. There's almost no one in it, but nonetheless I sit on a bench incrusted in the ground and start eating on said table while staring at the big double doors in front of me.
....right double doors. Lead to the velvet hallway.
Left double doors. Lead to this.
Gotcha.
Okay, can we be serious for a second? There's only ONE person that can be this HIM, THEY'RE CLEARLY TALKING ABOU-!
The closed double doors get pushed open as Yamato gets in. Sana close behind. Sana doesn't help as the bear opens the doors wide, making sure the double doors are resting on the wall and inviting anyone to enter
Anyone.
There's no one behind them though.
Compared to before. There's no one. No one in front of the fireplace. No one behind them.
And the open doors leading to the velvet hallway are open wide, put in a way that tells me Yamato opened them too.
Fuck him.
Would have been MIGHTY fucking useful if he did that some hours AGO! FUCK YOU YAMATO!
"He's a bit late"
"Should be here in a moment" Yamato grunts an answer to Sana as I shove more potatoes in my mouth, just like potato man would.
Shame he's not here anymore.
Getting up from my seat in the....
Yeah this room is clearly a cafeteria. It looks kind of sad compared to the velvet place, but it's a cafeteria for sure.
After my look, I slide back toward the lobby. Ignoring how Sana hobbles toward a door in the cafeteria, the door that leads to the kitchen, and start talking to Chiaki to figure out how much time until the food's ready.
Instead, I slide in the middle of the lobby. All doors, apart from the small staff on the edge of the left wall opened.
But really, it doesn't matter. This small door leads to the smal hub you can navigate to find the kitchen, the log room, and all this shit.
I already know what's in it.
What I'm more curious about is outside.
There's no more homeless.
Well. There is. But there's way less homeless than before.
There's still a good amount of them. Most are the handicapped ones, the really old ones, or the short ones. But the tall homeless that pulled a guy away from the group and helped an academy team gang up on another homeless isn't here anymore.
Even if he came back the next day.
All the homeless that were in a group, who built little packs to protect themselves during the night are gone too. They're...all gone.
The other homeless there are just. Pathetic. Dirty. Handicapped, and frankly oozing out a ridiculous amount of sadness. Someone with only a single leg is staring at the raining sky with unblinking eyes, not even blinking when my flow infused rain-water hits his eyeballs.
So...
They rounded up the homeless.
And...they're...not here anymore.
A man with a gentle smile and slicked black hair under an umbrella walks in the middle of this sad scene. He doesn't seem to mind the suffering around him, and he doesn't seem to feel out my flow infecting him in less than a second, no, he just walks toward the brothel. Enter it. Answers the nodding guards and pass by me without any care in the world, staying still for a second to close his umbrella as Sana shamble over to him.
Before she can say anything, he speaks.
"Is everything done?"
She answers "Soon should be done..."
"Well." He tuckers his umbrella under his arm "Do lead him up when he's here, good job Sana, amazing work as always" Turning around with a simple nod, he goes to the velvet hallway.
And without much, if any, hesitation. I follow Youta, wondering why the fuck he wants to meet him.
Why is he waiting for a 'him' to visit him, why is he readying the homeless for a 'him', who is that 'him' who could have enough pull to change an entire brothel and make them run in a frenzy.
Why does he want to talk to him?
Why does he OBVIOUSLY want to talk to my fucking grandfather?