HHAHHAHA YOU THOUGHT I WAS DEAD? This book isn't discontinued till I say it is yoo!

Whatever whatever let's get right into it!
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No one's pov.

"About me and my.. friend?" Whitty answered, his eyes widening a bit. Updike nodded, staring at him without breaking eye contact.

"Why exactly.." Whitty stared down at the table awkwardly.

Why would updike want to know such information other than to do something with it? Simply trying to be friends with Whitty wouldn't make any sense, as it's quite literally updike's job to destroy creatures like whitty.

Updike sighed, fixing the collar of his suit before having a serious expression on his face. It didn't look harsh but it didn't exactly look friendly either.

"Let me be honest with you, Whitmore." Updike spoke clearly, staring up at the man.
"I honestly just want to know more about you and that friend. Is that too much to ask? This is important information to know. If I wanted you dead, I could've killed you on the spot earlier." Updike lowered his tone to where only Whitty could hear.

Updike did have a point, but perhaps giving away that kind of information wasn't a good idea for whitty.

Obviously.

"Alright.. If that's what you want." Whitty frowned. Updike leaned in closer, a small smirk almost spread across his face. Updike places his hand on his own lap, pressing a small button.

"Their name is Y/n, (Fake last name)." Whitty started off. Updike nodded, listening closely.
"I met them not long ago and we began talking every now and then." Whitty spoke softly.

He was lying.

Whitty wasn't going to tell the full story as Updike did look awfully suspicious..

"Whats their birthday? Have any pets? Favorite color? What's their style of clothing?" Updike pressed on, asking questions that even Whitty didn't know the answer to.
"WHERE do they LIVE?" Updike stood up, leaning over the table making whitty flinch and lean away.

"I-" "Here's your order." Beartrap spoke while placing the order on the table. She was glaring at Updike and knew something fishy was going on here.

"Thank you, ma'am." Updike sat back down, a displeased expression was on his face. Whitty looked at Beartrap and nodded in a thankful way and being to drink.

"No problem." She responded. The tall woman proceeded to pull out a chair, turn it around, and sit on it backwards facing the two.

"You know, I don't get that many people here at this time of day so I guess I'll take a seat and you know.. get to know my customers?" She said in a bored, bland voice.

"Actually, me and him could actually use some priva-" "That's fine." Whitty interrupted Updike quickly, receiving a glare from the fuzzy man.
"Great." Updike's eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head.

Beartrap had a somewhat smug expression on her face and you could see it in her eyes. She noticed how uncomfortable the poor bomb looked before she came here and how he now looked a bit at ease.

Updike couldn't start a scene in public spaces since it would mean getting innocent people involved, so he ended up just accepting this fate.(totally ignoring what he did a few chapters ago LMAO)

"So." Beartrap spoke finally.
"What were your names?" She questioned.
"I'm whitty.." Whitty responded, however Updike didn't.

"Nice to meet you whitty, although you do sound familiar.." Beartrap tapped her "chin" as if she was trying to think about it.

"I think it's time we leave. What do you say Whitmore?" Updike stood up, dusts off his pants, and offers a hand to the bomb head.

"I didn't finish my stuff.." whitty frowned.
"take it to go-" "He said he didn't finish. You can leave though," Beartrap said while looking Updike dead in the eyes.

Updike glared at whitty, making him tense up a little. He then shook his head and exited the Cafe.

"So, Whitty." Beartrap looked back at him.
"You care to explain what that was all about? Well you don't have to because you barely know me and all but.. you looked very uncomfortable."

"..." Whitty didn't speak. He couldn't just go around telling everyone about what was going on. More people that knew would mean more people after him and even more people getting hurt because of him.

"Whitty??" She spoke making him snap out of deep thought. He looked up at her and she sighed.
"Like I said. You don't have to tell me. Stick around for a while if it makes you feel better." She shrugged and walked back behind the work space, leaving whitty just sitting at the table.

Alone.

He took another sip of his drink before noticing his phone buzzing. A lot.

Y/n:

WHITTY
WHITTY
WHITTY
WHITTY

WHITTY.

HEY

HEY

Whitty: wgay??

Y/n: WHITTY
oh hi
WHERE WERE YOU? IVE BEEN BLOWING UP YOUR PHONE ALL MORNING

Whitty: srry😂😭

Y/n: Call me.

whitty: ol

Whitty stared at the phone as it began to ring. He really did miss y/n a lot already. At least he'd get to hear their voice again.. even for a few minutes.

He picked up.

"Hey y/n. I ran into a bit of troubles earlier."

IM SO SORRY THIS CHAPTER WAS A LITTLE BORING, BUT I GOTTA GET BACK INTO MY WRITING SPIRIT.

Updates may not be frequent because I'm actually working on a mod n stuff! But I hope you enjoyed this chapter anyway. I actually kinda forgot how the book went since I was gone for so long, so please excuse any mistakes