Casca stood up straight and gave a slow, dramatic clap—like a villain who'd just nailed the first step of her crazy master plan.
"Perfect! From this moment on, you're officially renting a room in my house."
"Yeah, yeah…" Arthur trudged over to an old chair in the corner. "Just one night, right? Only one night."
Casca just smiled mysteriously without saying a word. That was enough to make Arthur feel like he'd just sold his soul to some smooth-skinned demon.
Bounciechomie hopped off Arthur's hand and landed on the dusty table, glaring at Casca with narrowed eyes. "Bloop…" he muttered suspiciously.
Casca returned his stare with a sweet but clearly fake smile. "You can stay here too, little guy. Just… don't sleep in the toilet hole."
BLOOOP.... >_< Bounciechomie squeaked.
Arthur let out another long sigh—one of many today.
"I just wanted a peaceful life…" he mumbled, staring up at the ceiling covered in cobwebs.
Bloop... Bounciechomie leapt back toward Arthur, and Arthur caught it.
Casca then led Arthur to the second floor, where there were two rooms. She pointed to one of the doors. "That's your room. Don't even think about going into mine, or I'll spread rumors that you like sniffing used underwear."
Arthur stared flatly. "Yeah... whatever," he said.
"Enjoy your time. I'm off!" Casca said as she turned and walked toward the stairs.
"Where you going?" Arthur asked.
"Not your business!" Casca shot back coldly.
Arthur clenched his fist. "This bitch..." he grumbled.
BLOOOP... ;V Bounciechomie got mad because his homie was getting disrespected again.
Casca didn't bother with them and left Arthur and Bounciechomie still fuming.
Arthur glanced at the door in front of him.
Creaaak…
He opened it. "Shit…" Arthur stared at the dusty, filthy room with a lone mattress in the corner.
"How the hell did she even get this house?" he muttered.
He stepped into his so-called new room, which looked more like a horror movie set than an actual bedroom.
"Fuck… How am I supposed to sleep in here?"
Still holding Bounciechomie, he walked over to the window, set the little guy down on the dusty mattress, and opened it.
Blop… Blop… Bounciechomie was clearly uncomfortable. So was Arthur—until that robotic voice rang in his head again.
[ To clean dirty / cursed objects or rooms, the SSS-Rank Skill: Cleaning Slapvice is recommended. ]
"Damn, sound like a useful skill," Arthur muttered.
He picked up the pillow lying there. The moment he brought it close, his nose felt like it was being stabbed—the stench was foul.
Slap…
Arthur slapped the pillow. Cling…! In an instant, it turned spotless—like it had just come out of the packaging.
"Wow…" Arthur stared, impressed by his ridiculous new skill.
Seeing a flicker of hope in the middle of this chaos, Arthur looked around his room.
"If it worked on the pillow, then…"
He reached for the filthy blanket covering the mattress. It felt crunchy. Blankets weren't supposed to be crunchy.
Slap!
Cling!
The blanket instantly turned clean and soft—like it had just come out of a luxury laundromat.
"Damn… this skill is so weird," Arthur muttered, still in disbelief.
Bounciechomie gave a small bounce on the mattress. Bloop! :D
His face practically said, "Keep going, Homie... You're the best."
Arthur kept slapping everything that looked nasty—the walls, the floor, even the cracked mirror in the corner of the room.
Slap!
Cling!
Slap!
Cling!
One by one, everything turned spotless and shiny.
Arthur paused for a moment and stared at his hand. "Just one slap… and it's all clean. This skill makes no damn sense."
He glanced over at Bounciechomie. "Think I can use this to clean up my life too?"
Blorp… Bounciechomie shook his head.
Arthur finally sat down on the mattress, which now felt soft and… human. "Well… at least it doesn't look like a dumpster anymore."
He had just started to lie down—
KREEEEEAAK…
The bedroom door slowly creaked open on its own.
Arthur stared at it, exhausted. "…Seriously?"
He stood up, walked over slowly, then—
Slap!
Cling!
The door shut itself and gave a little sparkle.
Arthur walked back into bed. "Slapvice. Slap. Clean, and Peace!"
BLOOP...
Bounciechomie chimed in—Sharp and menacing, like an adlib in a hardcore rap track about violence.