The week went on after that eventful day, with the excitement for Myusel and Chad’s wedding increasing with every passing day.

  Now that Myusel refused to meet him, Milrd had no choice but to leave the manor. Chad hadn’t noticed her avoiding him, with him leaving and returning every so often.

  Sadly, thanks to Myusel’s sudden mood change, Milrd hadn’t finished her medication. He wouldn’t be able to easily unlock his Cuckold rage form.

  He now needed G-Bomb or had to be furious to enter the form!

  “Fuuckk… Only if I controlled my dick and worked with her for a bit longer… It was just one more fucking day!” Milrd thought in his apartment, preparing himself for the upcoming flight.

  He continued reflecting, remembering that he hadn’t talked to Rolondo at all that time. He heard from Marlio, Chad’s assistant, that he had been hanging around the Manor’s library.

  Milrd was shocked that the manor even had a library in the first pce!

  He had only contacted Myusel once that week, the day after her first outburst. She expined that she didn’t want to talk to him and refused to finish the treatment.

  Milrd tried to ask her why, but was only told to leave the manor. He obliged, not waiting to cause issues with her.

  Even after her switch up, Milrd was still fond of and liked Myusel. He still found her to be the most attractive woman he’d met and wanted to spend time talking to her again.

  But, as, he knew this would never happen again.

  He assumed he would’ve been uninvited from the wedding because of her feelings, but Chad confirmed he could still come.

  Besides that, Milrd’s week went by quickly. He chatted with Gabe for a bit, finding out that the gamer had beaten nearly 300 games since the st time they talked.

  Now that he was fired from his job at Hooters, he did some hero work in his free time. He saved a cat from a tree, helped firefighters with evacuations, and did volunteering work at a homeless shelter.

  He felt that he had to make up for breaking Milly’s wish for him. Doing acts of good, despite being somewhat annoying, made him feel better after his fuck ups.

  These acts didn’t get him many Heroic points for the Society, giving him 2 or 5, whereas fighting degenerates or vilins would give him 50 to 90. But he didn’t mind since that point reward system, which increased a Hero’s rank for their deeds, didn’t affect him.

  He already permanently had his spot in the top ten of heroes, since he was Milly’s brother, seen as her successor.

  The wedding was coming in a day or two, and Chad had invited Milrd and Gabe for a private flight to Paris, France!

  Milrd packed his bags, feeling somewhat excited for the wedding. Despite his weird feelings for Myusel, he still felt happy for her and Chad.

  He was also concerned that the Remnant would do something shady, with them having learned Chad’s pns from the McDickerson's bugs. So he packed his expensive guns and ammunition, expecting a little fight.

  As he packed his weapons in a second suitcase, he noticed the boxes of G-Bomb hidden under his bed. Once again, he had to rely on it. Just in case. He assumed the wedding would be safe from the Remnant, with all of the pnning Chad had put into it.

  But still, he had a lingering feeling of fear at the back of his head. As if some impending problem was creeping up towards him on that very day.

  He knew, in part, that it was guilt for going against Milly’s wish. But he also believed that this creeping doom was coming because he went against her word. Like her wish physically created an incoming camity, one that only Milrd could anticipate.

  “Shit, I’m just overthinking…” Milrd sighed as he packed a box or two into his suitcase, setting off from his apartment.

  He took another taxi, reaching the bottom of the hill to the Man Manor. He began to walk up, but was stopped by the gate by Marlio.

  “Mr. Milrd. Chad told me to ‘wait for your ass,’ so I’m here. Come with me, the airport is nearby.” Marlio expined as he pointed to a nearby limousine.

  Milrd shrugged and followed him, with the two of them entering the vehicle’s passenger seats.

  “You better not do anythin’ strange to this vehicle…” Marlio commented as he faced Milrd.

  “Goddamnit! It’s a misunderstanding! I’m not into fucking cars!” Milrd roared, causing the driver to look back in concern, rolling down the window separator.

  Marlio controlled his ughter and knocked on the window, causing the driver to roll the separator back up.

  Milrd became silent as they went off, reaching the private airport, which was in a more rural part of the state, far from the main city.

  Milrd boarded the flight, which was pnned to take off a few minutes after his arrival. When he got on, he was greeted by Chad and Gamer Gabe.

  “Fuck’s up, Milrd bro! How was the ride here, eh? Hope you didn’t get too horny from being in that nice, sleek ass car.” Chad ughed as he patted Milrd’s back, nearly causing the superhero to fall over.

  “What the FREAK is he talking about, Mill-mill?” Gabe asked in serious concern, his mouth trembling slightly.

  “What are YOU talking about!? Don’t fucking call me that!” Milrd roared as he backed away from Gabe.

  Chad burst out into ughter, nearly falling onto his knees from amusement. After a few seconds of ughing, he smiled and crossed his arms.

  “In all seriousness, I’m so gd that you could come, man. You too, Gabe. It makes me happy that I’m surrounded by good men who care about my family! Now, enjoy the flight!” Chad smiled before walking to the pilot, Roger.

  He started the pne, with it flying up into the sky after a few moments. Milrd got into his seat before it happened, which was right next to Gamer Gabe.

  He turned his head and saw Myusel, who sat by the front, Rolondo, who was alone at the back of the decently sized pne, a few guests Milrd didn’t know, Marlio, a maid who Milrd slightly recognized, and some of Chad’s bald butlers.

  As Milrd looked around, Gabe was connecting his PyStop and arcade stick to a rge television by his seat. When he connected it, the screen fshed, revealing a half-naked dies fighting each other.

  “Gabe… Myusel’s gonna freak out when she sees that! Think of Rolondo!” Milrd sighed as he turned to look at Myusel, who completely ignored it.

  Along with that, Rolondo wasn’t paying attention, instead reading a book on his thighs.

  “You need to CHILL, Milrd. Chill, like Sub-Frost Zero. No one gives a cripidy crap!”

  “My bad…” Milrd sighed.

  “All G, all G. Anyways, I’m doing a marathon of every Street Fight game this flight, specifically fighting every secret boss with zero deaths. I’ve done it before, but never in the span of a 7 hour pne flight. Wish me luck, big bro Milson!” Gabe smiled as he put on his greasy headset, smiling.

  “Good luck… Sheesh. This is gonna be a long flight.” Milrd sighed as he looked out the window and saw the city beneath them become smaller and smaller.

  They all traveled off to Paris, France, the location where Chad’s wedding would take pce!

  …

  “This city is ugly as shit. Feces and Frenchmen everywhere. The heroes stationed here are pussies also. I miss America, man.” Milrd muttered as he looked out of his hotel window, hours after he nded.

  It was night time and Milrd could see the Eiffel Tower through the window, shining in the moonlight.

  Next to him, sharing the next bed, was Gamer Gabe. He was pying Street Fight 3: Netcode Version on the nearby television. He was wearing a robe, which revealed his thin frame.

  “Milrd, you’re bugging! Like a bad game! This pce is nice as hell! The babes are hot, the food is good, the ndscapes are beautiful, and the nguage is awesome. It’s the city of LOVE after all! Only issue is that I have to wear a suit and shower everyday! Thankfully we’re going home a few days after tomorrow, so we can return to how things should be.” Gamer Gabe replied as he put down his controller and drank his gss of GamerAid.

  “Sorry dude… I’ve been in a shit mood because of some… stuff. It’s good that you’re enjoying it here. And I’ll admit, I like the food too…” Milrd sighed, catching onto his negativity.

  “All G, my brother from another mother! You’ll feel better tomorrow when you see Chad getting married. I’ve only known you guys for a month, but you really do feel like bros.” Gabe chuckled before he picked his controller up again.

  Milrd chuckled, remembering his first meeting with Gabe. Back when he was a piss sipper in McDickerson’s chains.

  After reminiscing for a bit, he turned around on his bed to avoid the fshing lights from Gabe’s TV.

  He closed his eyes and began to think about everything.

  Tomorrow was the big day, and he still hadn’t talked to Myusel or Rolondo.

  He didn’t want to leave any loose ends or create issues on their big day! It would be the right thing to do, what Milly would’ve wanted, if he made it up with them. It would be the way he could correct his fuck ups, the way he could end the lingering worry he felt.

  But it was looking impossible at this point.

  “Hey Gabe, you remember that kid, I mean, the little man that we met two weeks ago? When we first got to the Man Manor and shit.” Milrd asked as he looked out the window, staring at the fshing lights.

  Gabe sipped more of his drink and began thinking, considering everything that had happened. He then nodded and smiled as he beat a random French M. Baison pyer.

  “Sort of. Only thing I really remember from these past weeks was fucking some girls and pying that new Street Fight 4. I missed it all while I was stuck in McDickerson’s pce! I also met with my ex GF, she’s doing well with her kids… They’re too young to be bad guys like their pops, so maybe I could step up and be the dad they need? Oh, back on point. But that little man was weird, though. What about him, Milrd-chan?” Gabe rambled as he began turning off his console and packing his controller away.

  “‘Milrd-Chan?!’ Don’t fucking call me that. And stop babbling on, I don't give a shit!” Milrd replied as he rolled back over and looked at Gabe.

  Gabe put up his hands and began ughing.

  “Anyways, fuckhead, I wanted to ask if you’ve seen him recently. He’s been avoiding me since we left the States, nah, even before that. And I’ve barely seen him. When I was with him, all he was doing was reading old books and crap. He’s a bit of a freak, but I feel bad for him. He’s a lonely guy. Mistreated. I know how that feels… They finally let him wear a suit and some other men's clothing, but it’s not enough. He needs some help from his boys.” Milrd expined as he looked at the moon through the window.

  Gabe scoffed and put his controller in his suitcase.

  “I don’t know, man. He’s a grown gamer, he can take care of himself. Besides, if he doesn’t want to talk to us, then why should we talk to him? You can’t force the guy to open up, only wait until he’s ready.” Gamer Gabe responded as he y on his bed.

  Milrd stayed silent, still feeling the lingering fear. But he breathed in and out, calming down. Gabe was right, there’s nothing he could do to help Rolondo if he didn’t want help.

  He’d wait for the best chance to speak to them again, no matter how long it would take.

  While Milrd silently reflected, Gabe clicked on his phone and moved his greasy, sticky headset onto his ears.

  He started listening to some of the Street Fight 3 soundtrack so he could sleep, the only melodies that brought him true peace and nirvana.

  “I guess. Whatever man. At the wedding, we can try to talk to him or something. But I’ll see you tomorrow, Gabe.” Milrd replied as he turned around on the bed and closed his eyes.

  “GN Milrd, GN.” Gabe replied as he began bsting the soundtrack in his ears. Milrd could hear it through the headset, but he still tried to sleep through it.

  Strangely, this was one of the nicest nights of sleep Milrd had ever had.

  MassiveMan