Greg Tales

"Hey Sean, look at this!" Yet another day of Greg sitting in front of the computer, waiting for some movement to occur in the web novel in which he occupies the titular role—a really normal thing to do.

"Now, I'm the one who is busy doing the chores, so whatever it is, better be important!" Sean placed the broomstick down on the floor and walked towards Greg.

"Remember when we just had one review for our novel? We remember you 4ola_aina! But look at this; we have four reviews now." Greg posed triumphantly towards the wall beside him for no apparent reason.

"Eh? That's amazing! Let me read it." Sean partook in the joyous moment and started to read the reviews. Then he suddenly stopped. "Wait, what is this?"

"What? What?" Greg pushed his head back towards the computer relieving himself from the victory pose that none seem to enjoy.

"Read this—A good read, but it reminds him of G*ntama? Wait, now that I think about it—aren't we too similar to G*ntama?" Sean questioned.

"What? I'm way cooler than G*ntoki!" Greg proclaimed not knowing the weight of the words that he spouted out.

"Who are you even kidding? G*ntoki is the coolest character ever. Look, the author even admitted using him as an inspiration for you character!" Sean explained as he browsed through the comment section of one of the chapters.

"Damn you, fucking chimp!" Greg screamed in agony. He swore to beat the shit out of the chimp if he ever introduced his own character to the novel.

"Sean seems like S*inpachi and Kelly is like K*gura. The author to lack in a bit in originality department. Man, every word he said seems to be right." Every word Sean read made him more insecure.

"Why do you have to nitpick the words? See, the review also praises the work too. It ain't that bad, you know? Look at here, it says that the novel is fun!" Greg pointed at the positive comment that the review had. But Sean didn't cheer up.

"But, isn't he right? Are we just a piece of copyright infringement or even a fan fiction—no, we have different names. Well, aren't we a plagiarized copy—well, most of the premise seems like an original copy. We're just like those singers who seek inspiration from other songs, huh? Depressing!" Sean's face was down. Greg had no ways to console him, so chose to cover up instead.

"By the way, what happened to Taro?" Greg asked, trying to deviate the point.

"Taro? Yea, I don't know. And I don't care." Sean still looked gloomy.

"Hey, aren't we taking up a lot of space? Look, if we're like G*ntama, then we are! Well, at least people know what to expect from us—a run down version of it. So, let's not get depressed and give the people what they want." Greg patted on Sean's shoulders and waved his hand towards the invisible wall.

[P.S: Taro is the main character from the chimp's now paused novel The Life of Normal-Taro. If you want to know more about him or read some cheesy lines and awkward romance build-ups, I suggest you read that. Or if you want to enjoy nothingness, there's always Greg!]

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After all the fuzz with Konner and Kevon, everything settled for a moment. Greg was seen in his couch reading his favorite comic when he took notice of Sean who sat across him awkwardly. He stood up and faced Sean. "Are you hungry?" Sean nodded his head. Greg walked over to his refrigerator to show off his plethora of diabetes inducing food. He took out a piece of molten lava cake and offered Sean which he gladly accepted. Greg took one for himself and enjoyed the moment, completely forgetting the fact that Olivia is still here.

"Hey, aren't you forgetting someone?" Olivia pointed out her presence.

"Oh, why are you here anyways? Sean's in my custody now, right? Look, I'm okay with you checking his status from time-to-time, but if you are to stay here—well, you are not allowed to." Greg visibly looked annoyed at the sight of Olivia for some odd reason.

"Fine! If you want to hoard your lava cake, its fine by me. Anyways, I'll checking on you daily—or weekly, depending on my mood. And if you got the kids in any trouble—aren't you going to find your daughter?" Olivia asked.

Greg had finished his lava cake and so did Sean. He immediately took a lollipop and offered one to Sean too. Sean politely declined since he remember the crazy sucking that Greg did before. After inserting a lollipop in his mouth-hole, he gazed at Olivia. "Yes, we are. And don't worry. I won't need your help—I got Sean now!" Greg smiled at Sean while Olivia scoffed and exited the room.

"Okay, Sean. Let's find your sister then." Greg said and immediately placed him back to the couch. "So, do you have any idea where she is?"

"No. When our mum said that we'll be meeting our father, she rushed out of the house saying that her father is a piece of scum and she would never like to meet him." Sean explained. Meanwhile, Greg wondered about how his daughter was able to find his character without ever seeing him.

"I see. You got any leads?" Greg asked while he dawned his reading glasses and picked up a notebook.

"Well, she's a little on the dangerous side. So, I suggest that we start the search from the notorious parts of this town, if any." Sean replied as he got up which forced Greg to get up too.

"Okay, let's head to the car then." Greg started walking towards the car. Then he remembered that his car was in the worst shape. And since they were only two, they decided to bicycle their way through the town. Kudos to the eco-friendly Greg.

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As they bicycled through the notorious part of town X, they heard the screams of agony from a corner. They rushed towards the scream to see tens and hundreds of people running towards them. They looked scared. Greg decided to stop one. "Hey, what's going on?"

The man's eyes showed fear—pure, unaltered fear. He tried to run, but Greg's hold on him was good and hence decided to spill the beans. "The demon is here, man! I thought she was just a rumor—turns out she's for real. She looks like a kid though. But not the innocent type—she literally beheaded a person with her bare hands. That was crazy. Sure, we pickpocketed some people, but we don't wanna die! And I suggest you turn around too. She's too dangerous!" And then the man ran away.

"It's her! Let's go!" Sean said as they went against the screaming crowd. Meanwhile, Greg felt thankful for the fact that he has the MC luck trait rather than the unlucky one, since they were able to get his daughter's trail on his first try.

They rushed pretty quickly through the crowd that they were unable to find out when the crowd ended and when the real roads began. They even failed to notice a girl on the road holding a WLKM .50 cal multi barrel machine gun in her bare hands like nothing. She stopped the cycle on its track with her feet and dropped the gun to take out a shotgun which she stuffed into Greg's mouth. "Where do you think you're going, huh?"

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