War Grounds 12 YOUR FOREVER CARRY, OSHO

The sound of the wall clock's ticking tried its best to lull Al, who found it hard to sleep on his bed. He kept on shuffling from side to side, here and there. His not-so-cute-anymore face was mired with traces of tears.

"(T_T) Dad, if you're still here, I know that you'll play with me all day. Mom could not just understand! Plus, it's really hard to explain the thought of 'SARS.' Huhu." Al bawled himself to sleep.

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7:31 AM
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Knock! Knock! Knock!

The sound of forceful knocks stirred Al from his barely-enough sleep.

"Al Gentrix! You're already late! Should I just tell your teacher to drop you from school?" It was Marina, Al's 40-year old, chubby, yet pretty mother.

"Uhhumm...last 5 minutes, and I'll be there." The boy groaned. It was barely audible to the other side of the door, but the impetuous knocking somehow stopped.

"Okay. Hurry up! Your friend, Osho, is waiting for you, downstairs. Also, don't forget about your phone. I placed it beside your breakfast."

"Fvck! Osho! That damnable guy! He owes me a lot of explanation about that 'dark web'!" Al jerked up from his sloth, quickly heading towards his bathroom.

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"Here comes the dead weight! We're freaking late, buddy! Hurry up!" A teenage boy, having Asian features, and clean, silky, pony-tailed black hair exclaimed.

Al briskly descended the stairs as he grabbed Osho by the hand, heading straight towards the door. Just when the two of them had reached the doorway, he quickly returned to the kitchen island, grabbing his phone.

"Haha! What's the rush, buddy? I thought that if we're already late, there's no point in hurrying, anymore?" Osho mocked, reminding Al of his stupid philosophies in life.

"Shhhh! Let me do the talking, first. Mom, we're leaving! Bye. I love you!" Al gestured Osho to shut his mouth, before glancing back to his house's hallway, shouting his goodbye.

Osho zipped his mouth.

"You won't believe what happened!" Al's eyes were bulging as he started to share his story, but Osho was making a face that something's wrong.

"Fine! Speak up. What's wrong?" Al rolled his eyes, irked by Osho's lack of focus.

"We're heading in the wrong direction, buddy. Haha! Oh, come on. Did the 'Dark Web' really hit you that bad?" Osho grinned.

"Tsss. What are you talking about? We're skipping school today!" Al corrected.

"Woah! Hey, there! It's only Tuesday, buddy. I thought that we had agreed to uphold the 'Thursday-No-Class-Rain-Or-Shine-War-Grounds-Is-Life Tradition'?" Osho blocked Al's path.

"Tsk. Something more important had happened. My mom threw away my gaming console. So, I need to use your little brother's 'battle station' ASAP!" Al's face twitched as he shared the news.

"Well, we could do that after class. What's the rush?" Osho was still not convinced.

"I found a Master Bot for War Grounds in the Dark Web." Al hesitated before revealing it to his friend. He needed to convince him as soon as possible.

"Woah! You're not lying, right? Well, that's a special issue, and I think that Advanced Algebra will just have to wait for us again in the next semester ." Osho grinned as he gestured a 'hurry' to his friend, sprinting his way back home, which was just a few blocks away from Al.

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Inside the room of Osho's little brother.

"So, where is it? Where is it?" Osho hurriedly asked, while catching his breath.

"Shhh! Are you sure that no one's here?" Al was careful, not wanting any clues to reach his mother.

"Yah! Yah! My parents are on vacation, and Nisha's in school." Osho answered while setting up his little brother's console for Al.

"Nice! Nice! The name of the bot is SARS. I had my first game with it yesterday. However, due to my 'physical limitations,' he was not able to go all out. I'm not sure if we won that match; since, it was only me on my team that was left, against four." Al started to share while waiting for the console to activate fully.

"Woah, you're really that weak, huh? And are you feeling well, now? Alright, the system's all good. Where is it? I thought that Auntie Marina had disposed of your console?" Osho intrigued.

"Yeah, alive and kicking now, I could even beat you with a blindfold. That's what I wanted to check today. I installed it on my phone, and it integrated itself with my console. By the way, I started a new account hehe." Al responded.

"What? That account might be weak and dead weight, but that was 'two years' of hard work, buddy! Two years! Now, how could we play together if that's the case?" Osho reprimanded.

"Tsss! Play together, my ass." Due to Osho's rapid rank up, he and Al were not able to play together that much. "Well, things happened so fast today, I have not yet checked my phone."

[Good morning, Al Gentrix So Strong. Welcome back.] A mechanical voice immediately greeted Al upon opening his phone.

Al immediately turned smug and acted like a big boss as he winked at Osho. He was really pleased with SARS' slave-like demeanor.

[How terrible of you! You ghosted me yesterday!] SARS tone immediately changed.

"Eh? Ghosted? Is that even a term?" Al was caught off guard.

[Yup, you left me hanging after winning the match. Well, we can't help it as you passed out due to your lack of brainpower.] SARS indifferently described what had occurred.

( -_- ) Al was helpless as Osho started to mock him too, the feat of victory against four players lost its splendor.

"Haha! Is that SARS? Haha! He's a funny robot. I like him!" Osho exclaimed, pretty amused by the bot's comments.

[Another Loser, detected within the vicinity. State your name, Loser.]

"Is he talking about me?" Osho was dumbfounded as he asked Al.

"Yes, moron! There's no other loser here." Al giggled.

"Ouch. How dare you tell that to your carry, dead weight! Anyway, hi SARS! My name is Osho Kagashi. Nice to meet you, too, supreme robot." The boy lowered himself, executing a bow as he introduced himself to the phone, looking like a retard.

[SARS is pleased. Analyzing Osho Kagashi's War Grounds Profile.]

[Account found. Player ID #19971111.]

[Osho, Silver III Human Samurai. 1,250 matches played with 58% Win Rate.]

[Silver I is the highest rank reached. Has a Silver-labeled weapon called 'Shogun's Wrath' forged by the Goblin, Yakouza.]

[You're stronger than Al Gentrix So Strong.]

"Ha..Ha...Ha." Osho trifled his laugh as he listened to SARS' data about him. "Yeah, I'm Al Gentrix So Strong's 'Forever Carry,' Osho....but; WTF! Al! How the hell does he know these things?" Osho was freaked out.

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