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The Beginning of The End (Of a Peaceful Retirement) Pt. 3

“Oh my Satan, Kell, you’re okay!”

 

The girl in the red skin and the smallest bikini Dave had seen wrapped her arms around Kell as the other girl kept narrowed eyes on him. He met them, ignoring her icy stare as he politely waved back.

 

Kell let go of the red girl, before gesturing to Dave. “The big strong man’s name is Dave! And he’s super nice! He even let me know that he always goes for that walk every morning, so I can bother you all for treats every morning! Isn’t that great?”

 

The red girl frowned for a moment, before turning to Dave. “I’m sorry for the trouble. Kell can be a lot to handle sometimes, but we’ll make sure she doesn’t bother you again. My name is Sarah by the way.”

 

For a moment, Dave hesitated to take her hand, before shaking the thought away. He had accepted to give Kell a chance and breakfast. He’d already lost any control of the morning that he might have had before. “She was no problem, I promise. Made the day start in an… interesting way.”

 

“Oh, I bet she made you real interested in her. Are you even bothering to wear a bra today?”

 

Dave opened his mouth to respond, before he was cut off, but not by the voice he expected. It was instead from Sarah, whose voice was sweet, a little melodious, and was still somehow able to ask, “Does she need one?”

 

To which the third member of their little group slapped herself with her hand before dragging it down her face, revealing eyes that could kill. “We’re going, Sarah. That goes double for you Kell, before you lose what little respect you have for yourself.”

 

Dave watched all of this, now staying quiet as he glanced back to Kell who looked down. How often did she need to get scolded like this? How much did she need it?

 

For a moment, as the three began to turn away from him, he thumbed a piece of paper in pocket, before looking back up at them.

 

“Would you two like to have breakfast too? I was just about to offer Kell another syrupy sandwich, and I can swing it for all three of you.”

 

Kell squealed a little at the proposition, before shutting up from a quick growl from the still unnamed girl, before Sarah put a hand on her shoulder. The two began talking to each other quickly, but it quickly became obvious to him that whatever argument they had, Sarah won it in the first line.

 

What sealed it though was Kell pushing the two apart and then gripping into their shoulders, to which both of theirs eyes looked about ready to pop. “We’re staying for more sandwiches, and that’s final!”

 

Sarah simply agreed, while the other one twisted out of her friend’s grip and began rubbing her shoulder. They both then sat down while Kell clapped her hands together. “I’m happy things worked out.”

 

Dave thumbed the piece of paper in his pocket again, before looking at the counter. “There’s a bit of a line. Biggest prick of the morning always was the one that had to go grab lunch, so you’re coming with me miss moody.”

 

To which the last one only responded with, “My name is Asa,” before letting Dave go to the counter by himself.

 

At least, until Kell frowned, and then back slapped her out of her chair and spinning towards the line.

And now with the full cast in tow, a little about where they’re from, as they’re all from my Jumbled Thoughts. Hence the title to the comic.

 

I’ll start with the star first: Kell Dave. He is from a concept I had to give an aging man who was unfulfilled in his retired life a journal that he could write into once a day. Whatever he wrote, happened… To an extent. He was always meant to be a gentler soul, and I’m really happy with how hes come out so far for this.

 

Kell: She came from my most common type of dead story: Sci-fi! This time though, it has pretty much no influence over her actual backstory, as in that story she was supposed to be an anomaly that fed off of pure protein, was almost indestructible, but not inherently evil. Just animalistic. Now though, she’s a bit more controlled, a lot less likely to actually kill something, and cute as a button!

 

Asa: This one was from a book series I had planned for seven books, but I don’t know when/if I’ll ever get to actually get to. In that, she was a low class thief going to a prestigious academy where pretty much everyone was better than her. Instead of working with them though, she despised them, staying headstrong and trying to prove herself. Lets just say that in both stories it’s only because of her friends that her plans will ever come true.

 

Sarah: This one is simple. I kept trying to join D&D games as an innocent, Tiefling Cleric but never got to, so I decided to put her in here. She has grown a LOT since that small concept, and I can’t wait to show you how.

 

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The Beginning of The End (Of a Peaceful Retirement) Pt. 2

“I’m sorry, but have you-”

 

“Please tell us you’ve seen some crazy, idiot girl who probably tried paying with lint or something!”

 

Dave rolled his eyes as he heard the two loud women at the counter as he took another sip of his coffee. This was why he didn’t normally come to places like these for breakfast, even when he got caught up with a project for too long before work. You’d always find the craziest people this early in the morning, and he liked it to be quieter anyways. If he was going to get deafened, it had better be by a jackhammer.

 

However, it was currently worth it, as the girl across from him… Well, despite some of the guys he had worked with over his thirty-five years of construction work, she almost topped the oddities list.

 

She didn’t seem to know what a car was. Definitely wasn’t a whore with how she sometimes seemed to feel it necessary to cover her chest, but wasn’t modest either, as she seemed to not have a care in the world when it was pretty much only the two of them. The worst part was how… shy she was? She couldn’t order for herself, had shut up while almost the instant she had calmed down from him agreeing to get her breakfast, and now ate in small bites while curled up in her chair like a child.

 

It was the behavior of a ten year old, if not five, not a girl who he now doubted had had plastic surgery.

 

“Please, it’s actually really important. She can be a bit… excited when on her own, and if we don’t find her, she might get in trouble.”

 

“And we really can’t afford that right now, so if you see a girl asking for syrupy sandwiches, just give her a mcgriddle, call this number, and don’t you dare fucking delay.”

 

‘Syrupy Sandwich.’


Dave looked up at that as he took another slow sip, before almost spitting out his coffee. The two girls he’d been listening to in the silence of his current companion and… Yeah, if he imagined this girl had roommates, they might fit the bill. The first one was somehow red from head to toe, and he doubted it was just some sort of bad sunburn. The other one looked normal at least, except for the steel bat she had behind her head, and the black leather jacket with yellow trim, matched by stockings that were the similar.

 

He could go on about the other girl’s outfit but… If Kell didn’t make him blush, this girl did.

 

And Kell now looked at the two oddities before yelling, “Sarah! Asa! Come over here!”

 

And Dave simply took another sip of his coffee as a few gears began turning in his mind.

The Beginning of The End (Of a Peaceful Retirement) Pt. 1

Kell snuck through the bushes outside strong man’s house like a… Kell through a bunch of bushes she supposed. She didn’t actually know what to call herself. Whenever Asa did stealthy things, she would narrate about her being a shadow and an unseen force, but Kell didn’t want to be as weak as a shadow, and if she was invisible, how could she talk to strong man? Sarah had taught her to look people in the eye when she spoke with them, instead of around corners or while choking them. Especially that latter one in fact.

 

She didn’t like talking to people though! Fighting them to protect her family was so much easier! She could always try to mimic one of them, but they both kept telling her she had to make her own identity. And then they yelled at her when she stole things or choked people. It wasn’t fair.

 

She had to figure something out though. She couldn’t just keep skulking in his bushes, even with how comfy they were. She’d probably get seen when he came out anyways from what Asa always said.

 

What Asa always said… Her mean friend did like to talk a lot, and Sarah had never told Kell that how Asa usually spoke was something to ignore in its entirety. In fact, even she usually let Asa talk to people for her because she was worried about screwing something up.

 

And she had seen Asa talk to lots of guys when asking for things, so she knew the exact sort of tactic she should use in this case.

 

A tactic that led to Dave opening a door to what he assumed was… well, something that would make most men’s jaw drop. It was a girl with short, neat, blonde hair, tits as large as his head, kept in by a tight, white shirt, no visible sign of a bra, her pale white midriff on display for the world, and blue shorts that were worn a little too low, so you could start seeing where her legs met her thighs.

 

Dave stared at her for a solid minute, before a lightbulb seemingly went off in the girl’s head, and one of her hands shot forward. “Hi, I’m Kell! I’m here to see if I can get some syrupy goodness from you.”

 

For a moment, Dave’s brain just kind of stopped, before he pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. “So, which of them set you up? Donald? Rich? Warren? Or was it that idiot Charles? He’s the one that probably knows the most about girls like you after all.”

 

Kell tilted her head, before shaking her head, and her chest, vigorously. “No one sent me! I saw you on a jog this morning, just like a lot of mornings, but I didn’t, um…” She bit into her lip for a moment as Dave raised an eyebrow, a bemused smile slowly coming onto his face before she said, “join you. Instead, I figured out where you lived by, uh… Google? People find other’s houses through that, right?”

 

“Sure.”

 

“Then Google. I found your house on Google, my friends are being mean to me, and now I’m here to be your friend, because you look big, strong, and might be able to get me a syrupy sandwich!”

 

“And what might be wanting in this sandwich?”

 

“Sausage! Kell loves sausage!”

 

Dave let out a sigh as he shook his head again. At least she was being cute with being told to lie to him, but he wanted to put an end to this. “Look, while I’m flattered, and you can keep the money they spent on you, I hate seeing a girl like you having to act like this. So, you can either go, or I’ll take you to Mcdonalds, and maybe I can give you some life advice while we eat?”

 

Kell let out a squeal of excitement, before jumping up as she yelled, “Yay! I did it! I made a friend!”

 

And one more time, before the need to keep his word forced him not to ask anything, yet, kicked in, Dave wondered what the fuck was going on as he stood in his doorway.

The First Day

Dave slowly opened his eyes to… nothing. No loud, ringing bells, no jungle monkeys screeching, and not even the sound of some drunk idiots. It was only silent right now, and his hand reached for his phone, which was currently sitting on the nightstand beside his bed. Most mornings he would just tap on it, but now that would have done nothing. Now he needed it in front of his face.

 

3:12 A.M.

 

Dave smirked a little at the phone that was dwarfed by his hand. He had slept in a little. Or had he not slept long enough? That was something he was going to have to figure out. He knew he normally got up this early on his weekends, but now that every day was a weekend for him, should he keep doing that?

 

He shook his head, deciding that he didn’t have time for that right now. Retirement wasn’t about to make him some lout after all, and he bet he could still find something to do with his time.

 

Step one: Making a list

 

1)Eat Breakfast.

2)Go for a jog.

3)Repair the table Brandon smashed during the retirement party.

4)

 

Dave tapped the pen he had on his chin scratching the thin, greying stubble there. He tucked the pen behind his ear, brushing some of his short, messy, brown hair out of the way with it. Three things like that was more than enough to take care of the morning, and by then he bet a hundred other things would have presented themselves to him. That was how it went with any other time he had to himself after all.

 

So, after putting on a tight fitting t-shirt over his muscled chest and blue jeans that were a little snug so they didn’t get caught on anything, he got up to get his work done. Not that he minded the fit of his wardrobe much. He was used to tighter clothing, because you didn’t want your t-shirt suddenly being caught by a piece of construction equipment and suddenly leaving you without an arm. He’d take a little loss of circulation instead.

 

His breakfast was a quick affair. Scrambled eggs, a tortilla, and some sausage, all packaged together so he could start his run while he ate. His run was the same as it was every morning. Three laps around the park, with the sun basking everything in its soft glow, before heading back home. Just a nice, brisk, ten mile jog to begin the morning like any normal person.

 

Dave then got home, went to his garage, and began working on the now crushed table. It was a fairly simple job, as it was just a coffee table. Four legs, nice wide, round surface, and thick enough to take some two hundred pound idiot getting thrown onto it. All it needed was a few new legs, which were a simple task for a man as skilled as Dave Ogson.

 

And so, as he stood up from his simple task, he checked his phone and saw… 6:23.

 

…

 

Dave swallowed hard as he looked back to the list in his hand. The number four still taunted him to do something about it. Taunted him to fill the time.

 

“Maaaaybe one of my friends can suggest something. I just hope Connor is up by now.”

 

And one quick call later, and an annoyed man getting woken up by his now ex-boss, Dave set out for the local Home Depot to see what he could come up with for the future.

 

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“Asa. Asa. Kell saw big strong guy again. Didn’t attack big strong guy. Can she have a one of those syrupy sandwiches again?”

 

“Do I have to remind you that Sarah was fired last week again?”

 

“But… Kell did good, didn’t she?”

 

“Kell would do a lot better if she shut the fuck up.”

 

The girl that first spoke looked down at the harsh words, before glancing at the door. Asa had been like this all week since Sarah lost her dancing job, and Kell was getting tired of it. She could have one of those yummy, syrupy sandwiches if she wanted to. Then again, Sarah would get angry at her if she stole, and Asa would get angry if she got caught…

 

Then again, maybe that big hunk of muscle would be willing to buy her one if she told him about how good she’d been? Yeah, that would work!

 

And so the thin, lithe, pale as snow girl set out, leaving her two friends as she went to go back to where she knew the big strong guy had gone.

 

Hello! This is Michael Hudson, the author of this, and it’s a pleasure to have you here reading my newest project. It will be updating on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday each week at Midnight, so look forward to all of this continuing over the coming weeks, and hopefully well into the next few years!