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"Scotty? I don't think this is safe..."
"It's just a matter of sink or swim, my intuition said they have the key evidence for The Riot."
"..."
"Bear with me, Stan. I'm not gonna stop until I find what I want."
LOCAL ARTIST COMMISSION STRIKES AGAIN!!!! THANK YOU FOR AYA WHO WORKED ON MY NARRATOR AND STANLEY
RETRIBUTION: PROLOGUE
It's them versus the world.
[NEW NARRATOR LETS GOOOOOOOO]
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“BAD!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THIS WHOLE TIME, SCOTTY???”
Scott rolled his eyes before his gaze returned to his editor, who slammed his papers to their desk, creating a mess. The words inside the documents were all hand-written with newspaper cutouts attached to some of them.
“You want a story, chief.” The journalist scoffed—his voice low, almost like a deep growl. Hands pushing the messy pile of papers back toward his boss. “So I got ya a story.”
The chief pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling loudly. “Your story? It’s great, like usual. But you’re not writing a factual story, Scotty.” They took the paper piles before crumpling them all and throwing them into his trashcan. “You’re writing a whole-ass conspiracy. A FUCKING SHIT ONE!!!”
There was something shifted inside Scott’s chest. As if his heart had dropped to his stomach, his eyes widened as he stared silently at his papers in the trash bucket.
“Just give it up, pal.” Chief stood up from his seat and walked past him, their hand resting on his shoulder for a while. “You kept showing this story to me, and I’m getting sick and tired of this.” With the end of the speech, they let him go, leaving the office room.
No. He couldn’t just give up.
Not again.
Not like this.
Deep breaths. Ignore the spiking violent urge. Let them pass.
He bent down to dig through the trashcan, gathering the crumpled papers and their attachments.
“It’s not a conspiracy. I was there…” He muttered, his expression darkened.
Scott “Scotty” Shaw. A journalist from Exemplum Publishing Company.
Currently, he’s on a warpath against the people who covered up the truth away from the world.
