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>Be <Me>
>Executive Manager of the Limbus Company Bus Team of Sinners.
>Also known as the professional retard wrangler.
>Have, somehow, managed to stay alive throughout the City despite the bullshit we've been through, both self-inflicted and otherwise.
>Now the latest focus of the day is on the resident murder-art schizoid who I just KNEW was going to make all our lives harder when she inevitably snaps.
>She does, obviously, but I didn't expect it to be from a monkey painted in blue paint that I am CERTAIN is speaking in bullshit acronyms despite it just being monkey babble.
>Her schizorage is literally setting the entire building on fire, forcing me and the sinners + the nonces we were fighting to flee or die.
>While I'm running away, notice one of my Sinners' former fiancée and newfound enemy also running for her life, but her tits are way too big and getting in her way. The building is actively folding in on itself and there is no way she's getting out alive.
>Against my better judgement, I dive in to save her despite the autistic screeching of the bootlicker as the ceiling collapses ontop of us.
>I regret all of my life choices immediately as I get stabbed by the debris pushing down, but having to experience 12 people drowning at the same time was worse so I thug it out.
>It seems my stupid act of heroism saved both of our lives, as besides being scuffed she's completely fine versus me starting to lose feeling in my entire body and it seems like the fire had started to die down.
>I really didn't know what to make of her face, though.
>It was like she saw her life flashing before her eyes, but in a... nice way? Frankly, I was too amnesiac for this shit.
>Pass out then and there.
>Wake up hours later, having been healed after getting fished out of the rubble.
>Apparently the murder-schizo calmed herself down or something, frankly you are just glad it's over.
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