Chapter Eleven: Critical

“Do you think that the shopkeeper alerted the police?” Xavier asked curiously.

“YEAH! OBVIOUSLY! Do you know how much trouble we’re probably in?” Viktor replied with angst.

“Uh… womp womp. I’m pretty sure we can deal with it, considering what we’ve been through, and the trauma that will be inflicted upon us!” Xavier cried vigorously.

“Woah. That’s deep. Even for you.” Viktor replied, confused.

He had a right to be confused. That is not something that a normal human being would say… unless Xavier is secretly possessed or something? But who would believe that, am I right? Okay, now that that is permanently ingrained into your mind, we will get back into the story.

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“Sorry, I really don’t know what got into me there.” Xavier apologised.

“Yeah. But the weirder part is the fact that you said it. I’m meant to be the literary obsessive one.” Viktor said knowledgeably.

“Okay, ha ha. But seriously, it was like I couldn’t control myself anymore.”

“Oh, so we’ve been dealing with these terror-reigning burglars and now demons or some crap? What does this world have against us?”

“I don’t know–”

Silence. It seemed as though Xavier suddenly just stopped talking.

“Uhh… hello? Where did you go, Xavier? Is this some sort of joke?” Viktor questioned anxiously.

Yet, Xavier had mysteriously ‘vanished into thin air’ as they say. All that remained was a purple cloud of gas and glittering particles, which zoomed capricious and whimsically.

Viktor began to yell, “WHAT DOES THIS WORLD HAVE AGAINST ME?!”