*F/F/C = Favorite Fictional Character (Or your choice in the moment)

Mansion: Parlor Room

On account of Sammy's screams and that other female that wasn't Joey, the gang excluding D-Boy all stand around the body of Dean, who went from flirtatiously unprofessional to revoltingly headless. They knew the risks that they were potentially slammed with, but this is delivered on another level.

"What the hell do you mean he killed him?" Frank questions Sammy as they all try to process the events that played from her point of view. Joey takes a closer look at the corpse, which she obviously can't save, but the way this decapitation was done is... different. "You're trying to tell me Chicken Boy made this here mess?"

"Look, that's what I saw, alright?!" Sammy insists with a stressed shrug, not really believing it either, but unable to deny reality. "I heard screaming, I went to go check it out, next thing I knew, that guy was tossing me poor Dean's head."

"Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me...." Frank mutters as he rubs his forehead, hating the fact that he's almost eating his words with how quickly this body dropped. "And yet, he didn't kill your screaming ass? How does that make any sense?" He questions with a pointed look which Sammy notices.

"You think I could do that?" Sammy inhales sharply as she gestures towards Dean. She was already disgusted with the idea of touching that guy's skin, so to rip it off seems a little out of character for her, shouldn't they know. Thankfully for her, nobody else doesn't really think she did it.

"Be honest, what does that look like to you?" Joey asks Frank, re-directing his irritated attention towards the body.

"It looks like a fucking wild animal ripped him apart." Frank answers honestly, reluctantly agreeing that the method of decapitation looks a little too messy for it to be something simple swipe with a sword or something. Joey then gives him a look that knows he's thinking the same thing she is, causing him to let out a long sigh. "N-No. No! No! I'm not fu...." He rapidly shakes his head in self-denial. "We're not fucking going there."

 "Oh fuck...." Rickles shudders as he too catches on to what they're thinking of. Peter and Sammy glance at everyone confused, the former drinking his bottle he never got to finish earlier during that pong game. 

"Why are you all acting so weird?"

"There are stories about Lazaar's hit man." Joey explains with a dark expression on her face while Frank leans against one of the parlor's chairs, unable to figure out how he should be feeling right now. "Valdez."

"I heard a story once." Rickles chimes in, knowing more about that maniac than he wishes he did, and everyone's eyes all on him. "Three of Lazaar's top guys got pinched a couple years ago, FBI flipped 'em. Night before the trial, they were all holed up on the top floor of a hotel. A dozen agents in the next room and two on the door. Next Morning, FBI goes into the room..... all they bodies are ripped apart. Limbs.... and organs missing..... Decapitations. That's his signature, Valdez, he's a fucking animal." He shares with everyone, not blinking or smirking for even a nanosecond. "And there was no way in and out of that room except for the front door or the twenty-third story window."

Sammy scratches her chin. "Bullshit."

"No, it's not fucking bullshit." Frank retorts with a serious face. "It's not the first time I've heard that story."

"Right, so how'd Valdez pull it off?" Rickles brings up the important question. How does someone sneak past so many agents without getting caught or having the bodies be found until the next twenty-four hours? "My guess? He could've dressed up as somebody he wasn't, like another FBI agent, or maybe, in our case..... a fast-food worker."

"Oh, no, come on! That's fucking crazy!" Frank exclaims as he stands up, laughing bitterly just to hide his fears. "You're telling me you think that Chicken Boy who was in that cell happened to be the same Spanish homicidal ripper that tears assess apart?" He questions them, but glancing at him and Joey, and they can see that they don't think it's that far a stretch. And sadly, neither does he. "Fuck...."

"We need to check on the kid." Joey suggests as she could be the only person Valdez is after, and the others nod in agreement.

Now it's gotten even worse.

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Mansion: Hallway/Stairs

The five of them pussyfoot up the staircase back towards the bedroom they put the girl in, guns raised in case they really do have a crazy bastard inside the mansion, hunting after all of them. "All right, let's game this out." Frank proposes as he takes point as the cop-trained leader again. "If that Chicken man really is Valdez, that means Lambert gave us up. And I don't buy that." 

"Or Lazaar got to him and beat our location out of him." Joey suggests as the two of them go up the last step, leaning against the corner of the hallway. However, all that really does is offends Frank.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Frank questions Joey as if she just insulted his real dad. "Lambert is a meticulous motherfucker. He's very, very careful. If he gave us up, that means either one of us did it, or Valdez is in here and he did it.'

"Or one of us is Valdez." Joey adds, causing everyone to share a tense look with each other. Needless to say, the two of them aren't doing a very good job at making everyone else feel comfortable.

"I, for one, would like to revisit the cut-and-run idea." Rickles remarks anxiously, to which Sammy shakingly nods in agreement.

"Yeah, but..." Peter leans in while Joey and Frank continue down the hall to check on the girl they've kidnapped. "Wrinkles, now that Dean is dead, we have a bigger share." He mentions with a greedy grin, causing Sammy to gasp at him.

"You're welcome to my share, Pete." Rickles responds with a dry stare, still not changing his mind. "You could be the richest headless man in America." 

"Okay." Peter shrugs, prompting Rickles to roll his eyes before going to catch up with Joey and Frank while Sammy punches the muscle in the shoulder.

"He just died." Sammy points out in reference to Dean, to which Peter just shrugs again.

"Okay? And?"

"So messed up..."

The three step towards the bedroom door where Frank tip-toes until his shoulder rubs against the wood, slowly peeling it open. There, he finds what he was worried about. "Aw, fuck!" He exclaims as he swings it open, causing everyone else to step in and see that the girl is gone with the handcuffs left behind. "That Chicken-shit let her out!"

"Meaning that we were right, D-Toy is Valdez." Peter assumes, getting the nicknames wrong again, as everyone double-checks, but see that both doors to the bedroom are open. "Are they gone?"

"I don't think it's that simple..." Joey comments with a shake of her head, causing them all to turn to her. "If Valdez found her, we'd all be dead by now. She must still be somewhere." She states before already heading down the steps. "I'm gonna check the lower floor."

"I'll go with you." Rickles surprisingly says as he follows suit, leaving Frank to decide the rest.

"Alright... fine... you two stick with me so one of us doesn't travel alone and get their skull disconnected." Frank orders Sam and Peter as they go to check the second floor, everyone desperately looking for the only thing keeping them alive before it's too late. "This is fucking bullshit..."

They're still hope that she's around and lost.

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Mansion: Bottom Floor

He can't believe that just happened. Y/N obviously didn't have time to think about where he was going, he just ran until he felt like nobody else in this fucking mansion was going to hear him breath heavily and maybe cry a little bit like the pansy he is. He doesn't even care how dark this hallway is as he leans against it. He can't believe that just happened, he... he... he was holding a....

Crap, he shouldn't think about that part.... it's making him sick. 

Before he can even have time to throw up, he hears heavy thumping coming from somewhere down the hall, causing him to jerk his head towards it. At first, he thought it was his panicked mind hallucinating stuff for him, but then it happens again after few seconds. Since they're not human, he flicks on his lighter and slowly walks towards it, as if that's actually a good idea.

The thumping gets louder and heavier as Y/N tip-toes down this hallway he can barely see in, getting his pants and sleeves caught in dust and spider-webs while his shoes threaten to accidentally bump into something like he's a slasher villain. All the way, until he gets to a set of doors that have a small light shining down the crack in the middle.

His feet creak against the floor, louder than a fly if it buzzed against his ear thanks to how quiet this area currently is, before he slowly walks over until a shadow of a shiloutte walking past reflects on the doors, causing him to turn around. Though, he sees nothing except for more fucking dust. He shakes his head with a sigh before deciding to ignore it. Inside, is a massive circular library that looks like it's been taken very seriously. 

Y/N looks around and eyes all of the shelves that are taller than the trees on Kashyyyk, and then the circular window that seems to be trying to close, but the mechanics of the shutters are jammed, as they only go so far before hitting something with a thump, hence the sounds, and tries again to no avail. And lastly, as it seems worth pointing out, there's a statue involving a man radiating nothing but evil with his hand on the forehead of a little hooded girl, signally a blood connection between them.

Blood connection... that reminds Y/N who slowly pulls out the 'L/N Bros' lighter from his pocket. Which one, he's not sure, but all he knows is that his brother's copy was in this mansion, meaning that he didn't just give it away to some nobody before he killed himself. Someone killed him, and took his stuff, and put in this mansion. 

Y/N looks up at the statue with a dark expression on his face. "I.... I... still don't know what really happened, Craig. But I'm gonna get payback...... I don't know how, but I'm gonna avenge your stupid-fucking-self." He swears as he looks down at the lighter with a sniffle, swallowing to hold pack the unnecessary tears. "And then I'll apologize to everyone..... I swear to God."

His moment of lamenting is interrupted when he hears tapping from nearby, at another door to the library. Y/N mentally curses as he makes his way back towards the doors he came in, but his guests swings theirs open before he can sneak away without being seen, so he panics and ducks behind the only tiny bookcase in the room. 

He hears their footsteps clicking on the rougher center of the library floor. He slowly peeks his head out and sees a woman patrolling the area with her gun out, likely searching for him. Her neck mask thing is off, but he can tell that this is the one who called herself Joey, just from the hair and skin.

And maybe the fact that he's concentrating on it a little too hard.

When the woman starts getting closer, Y/N readies his shotgun. He doesn't really know how he does it, probably thanks to his childhood, but he maintains his cover even when Joey steps around her field of view of the bookshelf. She doesn't notice that he's hiding here yet, or maybe he does, but he doesn't expect when she hears the cocking of a hammer, and a duo piece of iron pressing against her back.

"What the hell happened to my brother?" Y/N questions coldly to the woman in a quiet voice as Joey freezes in place, feeling his hands shake as he holds the gun and taking that as a note to plan her next move carefully.

"You were quiet for someone who talks so much..." Joey remarks quietly, secretly wondering how out of everyone during her time in the army, a fast-food man is the one who catches her off-guard. Well... slightly. "Please, put the gun down."

"Sorry, lady, don't fucking feel like it." Y/N growls defiantly as he presses it harder against her back, trying to enforce her to not move or else he might actually pull the trigger this time. "I asked you a fucking question. My brother was in this house, wasn't he? I saw his stuff, this gun is his, now what did you do to him?!"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Joey answers calmly, surprisingly not sweating for someone who has a pissed off guy with a shotgun hissing at her. "Hey, hey, listen..." She whispers when Y/N jabs it against her spine. "I'm not gonna do anything, but it would really help both of us if you lower that boomstick of yours."

"And why the fuck would I do that?" Y/N challenges it as he tries to sound serious, even though his finger is only barely pressing against the trigger. "I very much like this shotgun." He lets her know, just to flip her off without using a finger.

"I can see that..." Joey responds, mentally sighing.

Before swiftly spinning around, grabbing the barrel, and uppercutting Y/N across the jaw, causing him to fall back against a chair as if he just got put in the bad-kid corner with a loud pained groan. "But you sure as hell don't know how to use it." Joey finishes her line before pointing the weapon down at him.

Y/N wipes the slobber off his lip as he looks up at the barrel of his own weapon sharing eye-contact with him. "You said you wouldn't do anything...." He mentions with a shaky breath.

"I lied." Joey states the obvious, a cold expression on her face indicating that the un-trained chicken boy is about to meet his maker. Y/N leans back, perfectly still as he doesn't bother raising his hands due to his ego and knowing he probably is going to die, until she does the most surprising thing by spinning the gun around and handing it back to him. "Now get your wannabe ass up."

"What?" Y/N utters in confusion, though quickly takes the shotgun anyway. "You're not gonna fucking kill me?" 

"No." Joey simply answers as she steps back, looking around the library for a few more seconds before turning back to him. "You just proved to me in every single way possible that there's no way in hell you're Valdez."

"The hell is a Valdez?" Y/N questions out loud with a bewildered brow, to which Joey hums with a nod.

"Exactly.'

"Hey, um...." Y/N stands up as he awkwardly clears his throat even though the woman is looking right at him. "I'm guessing since you probably figured out the Houdini trick earlier, I just want to make sure it's clear that...." He puts a hand to his chest. "I did mean what I said earlier, the part about you having a really great-"

Joey snaps her head to glare at him.

"Right, sorry..." Y/N nods as he quickly shrinks back before covering his nuts for no-reason whatsoever. Nope, none at all.

"Why did you call me a deadbeat?" Joey then abruptly asks her, that oddly specific insult being the real reason for her very strong reaction earlier. The still confused Y/N blinks at her.

"What?"

Before he can answer, they're interrupted by the creepiest child-like giggle emitting from the shadows. They all look around to see where it's coming from, eventually pinning it to the open hallways doors that Joey came from. They share a look, wondering if it's Abigail, so they go to investigate it. Y/N seems to think so, since he recognizes that laugh when the girl reacted to his nickname. 

The two don't say a word as they carefully step towards the hallway, trying to hold in an urge to call out to Abigail's name to see if it's her, Joey turns her flashlight on so they're able to see. They hear a couple more possible footsteps over yonder, pulling them closer towards it, all the way until they hear a voice. "Hello?" It whispers, that does, in fact, sound like her.

They step into the space filled with tables and other used pieces of furniture covered in tarp, set in an unorganized manner. Whatever this room is used for, it proves that mansion do not need to be so damn big. Y/N takes a deep breath as he feels his heart about his explode, which is when they hear another thud, coming from straight above. He glances at Joey who shares eye-contact, letting her know that she heard it too.

She points her flashlight upward....

And spots a crawlie on the ceiling. 

"What the fu-?!" Y/N exclaims as it instantly starts scurrying away at supersonic speed before the flashlight can shine on all of it. The two of them jump, before they hear more thuds all around them, and no realizing where it's coming form. They glance in multiple directions, seeing the legs crawling on one side, then the other, right corner to it now being across the center.....

He raises his shotgun into the air, but Joey grabs his arm. "In here!" She loudly whispers as the two of them quickly step into a random room and hide inside, hearing the crawling getting muffled and fast as they hear the most inhumane hissing coming from the hallways. Y/N could not think his head could shake anymore than it is right now. He bet he looks like his motherfucking F/F/C Bobhead Toon. 

Finally, though, it comes to a stop. Though, Y/N needs to make sure, so he slowly crouches down and puts his eye against the massive keyhole just to check that it doesn't mean someone knows they're in here. 

He blinks as he finally gets a glimpse of the outside.

And sees a demonic eye staring back at her.

Y/N gasps, but Joey quickly puts her hand over his mouth as the thuds return at a slower pace. The two of them stand there without moving as they wait in desperate hopes that the door doesn't slam open and they join Dean in headless town. Thankfully though, it gets quieter until it fades away into the distance.

After a few more minutes, Joey puts her hand off Y/N's mouth, to his slight disappointment, and the two of them check a second time. When they step back into the hallway, there's no sign of anything wanting to kill them.

"Oh, crap..." Y/N exhales as he rubs his face, having thought they were goners after checking the keyhole earlier. He leans against the wall, trying to get his breath steady again. "I thought we were gonna-"

"Hey!"

Y/N yelps the two of them jerk their bodies to see Rickles coming from one end of the hallway, shining his light on them. "There you are!" He yells as he points his gun at the assumed murderer of Dean.

"No, no! Wait!" Joey quickly steps in-between the line of fire, knowing Rickles won't pull the trigger if it's her. "It's fine, he's not Valdez." She assures him, though that doesn't make the vet takes his gun down that easily.

"How do you know? He plays a pretty good male scream queen." 

"He put the gun to my back." Joey relays to him while seemingly holding in some kind of smirk as he glances at Y/N, prompting Rickles to blink at them. "Like.... right against it.

"Seriously?" Rickles questions, before lowering his gun with a disappointed shake of his head. "Rookie mistake, kid."

"Hey, news flash, Private Ryan, I don't shoot people for a living." Y/N remarks as he points at himself defensively. At least this means two of the five criminals that are left aren't gunning for him now. "Anyway, do you guys, uh..... know where the exit is?"

"Exit?" Joey repeats with a raised brow, causing both ex-military to turn to him with a perplexed/worried look. "Are you saying you've already tried the front door?"

"Yeah, of course I tried it, but way's been blocked by a fucking gate. There's no way in or out from there." Y/N explains as he points towards a random direction, before glancing between them and noticing their weird expressions. "Wait, you guys didn't set that up?"

There's a painful silence between them as the other two process that information, before Rickle's eyes widen in realization. "Shit!" He curses out loud as he suddenly takes off, his shoes on fire.

"Rickles? Where are you going?!" Joey calls out to him, but Rickles keeps running. The two of them go to follow him all the way up the stairs, back on the ground floor, then up the second floor, until they reach the heavily un-painted room that was set up as the crow nest.

As they find themselves at the first door, they pause for a second to watch as the mansion around them starts closing down. Windows are covered by shutters, one by one, until the only source of light around is the light bulbs in the interior. "What the fuck?" Y/N utters out loud.

"This whole place is a trap." Joey deduces, which Y/N doesn't take very well.

"What?!" 

"What the fuck?" They hears Rickles exclaim and walks past the door, room and into the tiny space where the marksman put his rifle, only to find it missing from the suitcase where it should be placed on. "I fucking knew it!"

"This place is a trap." Y/N comes to the same realization as he runs his hands through his hair, coming to grasps with just how screwed he is. "It's a fucking murder box!" 

Rickles, incredibly pissed off more than the two of them combined, grabs one of the old chairs out of rage and hurls it into the wall, causing it to break into multiple pieces while Y/N and Joey flinch. "Where the hell could it be?!"

"Uh-Uh..... I found my brother's stuff in a guest room somewhere on this floor. It had, like... a crap ton of things you guys were carrying." Y/N mentions as he points his thumb backwards, guessing that the same thing happened to Rickle's stuff. "Maybe it got put in there? It's like.... the door opposite to a bathroom or something."

Rickles rubs a hand against his face before taking a deep breath. "Okay..." He nods in response. "Okay, yeah, I'll go check over there." He says as he re-equips his pistol and steps over. "Watch m six."

"You got it." Joey promises they will with a nod, and Rickles walks back through the doorway of this great-great-grandma-like room. Y/N, meanwhile, lets out an exhale as he drops himself onto one of the dusty couches, his head down, depressed. "Hey, you okay?"

"Huh?" Y/N looks back up at her. "Oh, yeah, I'm great........ yeah, I'm just fucking perfect!" Y/N snaps as throws his shotgun next to him with a sweaty huff. "I have to get my head torn off because someone has a fucking murder hard-on for all of you!" 

"Hey, relax. This isn't our fault, alright?" Joey responds with a serious glare that makes the guy ease up, leaning back into the couch where he grabs his forehead, which she guesses is because he's found himself replaying whatever happened to Dean in his head, since the two of them were in the same room when it happened. "I'm..... sorry you got roped into this." She tells him earnestly, causing him to look up at her, before oddly chuckling instead of shooting more curse words at her.

"Nah, don't be. I'm pretty sure this is God telling me that I spat on his perfect world for way too long, and karma's coming back like an angry bulldog." Y/N expresses to her with a tired sigh, while Joey squints at him, curious as to what he means by that. "I just wish it was something simpler than.... the Ready Or Not house on steroids."

Before Joey can reply to that, they hear a oof and a thud from Rickles, causing Y/N to stand up and jog over to the door, looking through the tiny gap to see that the vet is somehow on the floor. However, he gets up shortly after. "I'm good." He tells them with a wave as if knowing they can see him.

"What happened?" Joey asks as Y/N snorts.

"He tripped."  Y/N relays to Joey with an amused shake of his head. "How much did you guys drink?" He jokes as he briefly glances at her, causing her to shake her head with a relieved sigh, having thought it was something much worse. 

The Chicken Boy continues watching, taking the assignment a little more seriously just so they know for sure that the guy makes it all the way out of the room without hitting another rebar. Rickles seems to be looking around the floor, and his empty hands indicate that he must've dropped his pistol during the fall. He seems to find it though, but freezes instead of going to pick it up. "What the-?"

Suddenly, a loud bang/flash goes off from a rifle somewhere from the left as Rickles falls down with a pained yell. "Oh my gosh! Somebody SHOT HIM!" Y/N exclaims as he grabs on the door in shock, causing Joey to snap her head up.

"Get down!" Joey warns him right as a bullet flies through the door and hits the bulletproof shuttered window. They take cover on opposite sides of the doorway, before the woman tries slowly opening the door to help her comrade out, only for another bullet to fly towards them. 

The two try to figure out what to do until they hear struggling from the other side. Joey and Y/N take a peak where they see Rickles being dragged by something out of their point of view, through a cracked hole in the ruined wall. "Shit, hold up!" The male yells as he and Joey quickly rush over to grab the Don's hands and try and pull him back, beating whatever menace is on the other side.

There's a lot of back and forth in this tug of war as Joey and Y/N get Rickles back a few feat until the figure pulls him back in a process that repeats. During which, the marksman lets out piercing yells of pain from time to time.

Finally, though, the killer on the other side stops struggling, and they're able to pull Rickles back to their side.

His top half of his body, anyway.

Y/N and Joey instantly pull back, and upon seeing the guts dangling off of Rickle's torn hips, he is unable to help himself from letting out another scream. (The same 'Jesse' scream as before)

"Aw, fuck! WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

This would obviously get anyone's attention, so the two aren't so spooked when the door to the room bursts open, and the rest of the criminals rush in. "What the hell's going on in here?!" Frank questions without looking before they all see Rickles, legless body. "Holy shit!" He exclaims while Sammy screams and Peter winces.

After recovering himself before he hyperventilates, Y/N looks over at Frank and recognizes him. "You...." He utters out loud, causing all eyes to turn to him. "That little girl said that you were Valdez." He calls him out.

There's then a tense silence as that accusation comes out, every looking at either the cop or fast-food worker, before Frank lets out a cackle. "What?" He reacts like he just told a ridiculous joke. "What the hell is the actual Valdez doing here?" He asks Joey, though Y/N only sees that as deflecting.

"Don't bullshit, here! That little girl said that when you came to visit her the first time, that you introduce yourself to her as Valdez." Y/N insists with an accusing point towards him, obviously pressing his buttons.

"You watch your mouth, friend." Frank threatens as he pulls out his gun when Y/N tries to move his foot by one inch, causing him and everyone to freeze. "An act can only last so far."

"He's lying!" Y/N yells in spite of his fear. "I didn't do that or this!" He points towards Rickles body. "And pardon me for believing the girls you guys kidnapped over this obviously corrupt son of a-"

"I'm warning you, motherfucker!" Frank snaps as he abruptly grabs Y/N's chest and slams him against the wall, pressing the barrel of his pistol against the side of his forehead. "We're putting you back where you belong!"

"That's enough!" Joey chimes in with a serious face, seeing this debate between them as a waste of time. "He didn't do any of this." She states in Y/N's defense. Peter and Sammy are too perplexed to figure out which side they're supposed to be on. 

"Mind your own business, Joey." Frank barks at her while still keeping his deadly eye trained on Y/N's, really intent on just wasting the loose end/his number one suspect and being done with it.

Joey glares daggers in response. "I said....." She smoothly whips out her own pistol and points it at the back of Frank's skull, causing him to freeze. "That's enough." She repeats herself more seriously, officially done with the leader's shit at this point.

Frank looks conflicted as he glances between the two of them.... before finally letting Y/N go. "Fuck..." He hisses as he reluctantly lowers his gun, knowing that he would've been wasted if he followed through. "I warned you what would happen, you're gonna pay for that later." He promises Joey with a threatening point before walking past everyone, out of the room.

Sammy and Peter turn back towards them, where the muscle squints at Y/N. "Wait, why aren't we killing Valdez?" He asks Joey as he points to him.

"Because I'm not fucking Valdez!" Y/N tells him snappishly, to which Peter blinks.

"But I thought you were?"

Y/N just sighs and shakes his head at him in response. Sammy awkwardly just pulls Peter out of the room with him so they can go back to following Frank's lead. 

Now allowed to take a breath of relief, Y/N looks towards Joey and nods gratefully at her, to which she nods back in response. Obviously, she wasn't going to let Frank shoot the wrong guy for the sake of his sick kicks.

But then, they hear it, they all do.

Abigail's voice again.

"Hello?"

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(A/N) Welcome to the new update!

So, now, everyone's friends. Well..... mostly everyone. Saturday helped me in making this chapter for y'all in showing an alternate version of Rickle's death scene, while also giving Joey and Y/N more time together since I got of wrote a barrier in-between them thanks to all of the confusion between all the characters except for you-know-who. Sorry about that.

By the way, I'll probably keep describing you as Y/N, just because it helps keep you feeling involved, but the other characters will call him D-Boy as per the silly nickname he gave them. I forgot to write that in the previous chapter.

Anyway, plz vote and comment, any kind counts as feedback, and I'll see you all in the next one!