Greg Tales

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"What are you doing, Greg? Why are you knocking our computer?" It was Sean who asked this.

"Well, it's been over six months that our chimp of an author has abandoned us without any chapter."

"Greg, it seems that he was busy with his studies. Cut him some slack! But it seems that he's back into the business. Did you saw that Normal-taro was updated yesterday?"

"How dare he? He should've returned with Greg Tales!"

"Greg, we barely have 6000 views. Taro is more popular."

"Now that I think about it, your introduction chapter was the last one, right?"

"Yea, what about it?"

"You brought our downfall then!"

"WHAT?!"

"And you have a part two for that, right?"

"Yes?"

"Oh God, this novel is doomed!"

"WAI-"

[Note: The previous events unfolded in this novel's previous run. All the grammatical errors along the initial six chapters were also directly transferred from its initial run since the author wanted the readers to feel the progress, aka, he's too lazy to correct himself.]

*****

"Well, that's your kid, Sean."

"HE IS MY KID?" Greg was astonished by the fact that the timid Sean was his kid.

"Yes, you scum. Is there any problem with that?"

Greg sensed immense hatred and disgust from Olivia's tone and expressions. He decide to refute his statement.

"No, not really!"

"I see. Well, aren't you going to talk to him?"

"Do I have to?"

"It's your wish. If you don't want to-"

"Will I be set free from all this?"

"No. You will wrongly accused of a debt of ten million and prosecuted."

"Well, I already have a huge amount of debt!"

"Okay then, if you don't want to, you can go. But you will be charged of sexual misconduct."

"What?"

"I have Intel that you destroyed a woman's face after she refused give the money she held in her hand."

"What? No! She was a fucking thief who stole the money from a convenience store. Don't re-brand that negatively."

"Well, if not that, I have several major to minor cases that I could put on your head."

"You really do have no intention in letting me go, huh?"

"Ah, you found out."

"Ha, let me go talk to that kid then."

Greg gets up and walks towards the restaurant.

*****

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Random background artist 1 came to the table where Sean was quietly sipping tea and glanced over him.

"Hey kid, this is our table."

Random background artist 2 and 3 echoed his voice.

"This is our table."

"Step aside kid. You are in our territory."

Sean stood up. His glasses just shone for a moment like the glasses of protagonists shine.

"You got up, huh? You wanna fight kid?"

"We might not look like it, but we are high ranking government officials. Remember that before you pick a fight with us." Random background artist 2 sounded a bit enthusiastic.

"..."

"Ho! You guys are government officials, huh?" No, it was not Sean who said that, but someone from behind. Well, as per the cliché, it was Greg.

"Do you have any problem with that, scum?"

"Why is everyone calling me scum nowadays? Anyway, I always had a bone to pick with you government officials."

Background artist 1 was rather annoyed. The arrogance shown by Greg was not to his like.

"You know what? We three are gonna destroy you first. Then we will get to the kid and destroy him too"

"..."

"Bring it on then."

Background artist 1 and 2 ran towards Greg simultaneously. But it all ended in an instant. Greg took out his patent pending nokia launcher to blast two Nokia phones in their foreheads. And that was it. Background artist 3 looked dumbfounded.

"What? 1 and 2- what happened to you? Ah, you monster! I will complain to the police!" And background artist 3 ran away.

".... But I was just going to give them the seats." muttered Sean.

*****

"Kid?"

"Yea?"

"Sean, right?"

"Yea"

"I'm Greg. I'm your.... you know..."

"My father, I know."

"Ah, you know... This is awkward..."

Police sirens were heard from distance. It seems that the background artist number 3 has called the police.

"Ah shit, the police. When did they became so efficient? Sean, let's go!"

"Huh?"

*****

Olivia saw Greg and Sean rushing from distance towards her.

"What happened? Did you two bond? Hi Sean."

"Hey Olivia."

"Stop your hi's and hey's. Olivia, we need to go. The police are chasing us."

"What?"

"It's nothing. I just fought some people in there and they called the police."

"I knew it. I should've never believed in you."

"It's not the matter of belief now. We need to escape. Let's get in the car."

"That banged up vehicle? I think not. Let's use my car."

Olivia pointed to her car. It was a mustang. IT WAS A FUCKING FORD MUSTANG.

"Oh boy!" Greg exclaimed. He walked towards his own banged up car and whispered-

"Oh, my baby! Just this once, I'm gonna leave you here. Daddy's got to escape. I'm sorry!"

Greg ran away from his car and got into the Mustang. When he grabbed its steering wheel, he felt an adrenaline rush.

"Oh baby, here we go!"

*****

That crazy adrenaline of Greg's sure reached its pinnacle. He was driving the Mustang so fast that it was nearly going to break down. But the police sure kept their pace behind him.

"Which crazy bastard is driving that police car?" Greg thought. The guy who was driving the police car was indeed a crazy guy.

"You scum, how long till they stop chasing us?"

"Woman, you jinxed it!"

"What?"

"Look ahead."

They had already reached the shipping port. Greg had no choice but to stop. He stepped out of the car. The police car stopped too. The police officer who was driving stepped out. He was-

"HARRY THOMPSON"

"GREG SHEPHERD"

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"YOU PIECE OF SHIT"

"BASTARD! I FINALLY GOT MY CHANCE TO PUT YOU IN... And the kid!"

"WAIT!"

"What?"

"Sean has nothing to do with this. It was all me."

Sean's eyes (not glasses) shone for a moment.

"THAT IS NOT FOR YOU TO SAY!"

Harry rushed forward with his gun. Greg took his stance with his launcher.

"COME ON POTTERHEAD!" Greg screamed.

The way that these two were approaching each other, it looked like they were sworn enemies. Anyhow, it was sure to be a bloodbath.

"..."

However, something strange happened. A shadow as swift as air itself got out of the police car and actually refrained Greg and Harry from fighting. It was the police head, Kevon. He wasn't the police head for no reason.

"Harry, you do know that Greg is right, don't you. Little Sean there near that beautiful lady... Greg, what's her name?"

"Olivia"

"What a beautiful name..."

"Get to the point, uggo"

"Hey, don't call our head an uggo!"

"Hrm hrm... Anyway, Greg don't worry. We do know that Sean had nothing to do with the fight. We have CCTV footage and witnesses to prove that."

"Then why did this asshole attack me?"

"Shepherd, I will not lose an opportunity to crack open your fucking skull."

"Well, as a superior, I sincerely apologize for his behavior. However, Greg, you did attack two government officials. We have to take you in."

"Well, I did expect that."

"Let's go then."

"Okay"

Kevon and Harry (unwillingly, since he wanted to kill Greg) handcuffed Greg and took him to the car.

"Miss Olivia! I will bring Greg back safely, don't worry!" Kevon shouted.

"Another scum" Olivia thought as the police car ride off to the sunset.

*****

"Oh, I guess it was a mistake from the part of your mother to let that scum take care of you. Sean, you are a good kid. I don't want you to get involved with that man."

"It's fine Olivia. I like him." Sean said as he set his gaze upon the police car.