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In a more cleared-out patch of the junkyard, where broken car doors and gutted washing machines made a kind of uneven arena, Rento stood with his hands in his pockets, staring skeptically at Mina.
Beside her, she pushed a squeaky cart stacked with random, chaotic-looking gadgets—most of which seemed held together by tape, stubbornness, and a total disregard for health codes. If you looked closely, you could even spot the infamous toaster hoverboard peeking out, its metal body charred black from previous "test flights."
Mina, as usual, wore her signature massive black sunglasses, the kind that made it impossible to tell if she was excited or just waiting for something to explode.
With a flourish only she could pull off, she dug into the cart and yanked out a shotgun.
Well, something shaped like a shotgun.
It looked like it had once been an espresso machine in a former life, fused together with about three different kinds of duct tape, a generous helping of superglue, and a whole lot of hope. Wires dangled from the sides like messy veins. The barrel still had a coffee port filter stuck to it.
Mina smirked like a mad scientist showing off her latest "miracle," cradling it like it was Excalibur itself.
The junkyard air seemed to hold its breath.
Rento just stared at the "weapon," wondering if it was going to fire, explode, or—knowing Mina—somehow both
Mina:"I made ye some bits 'n' bobs for yer hero work, pal, an' cheers for the laser guns — I've already got plans brewin' for 'em! Ye'll get to try it all out yersel', an' maybe, just maybe this time it won't blow tae bits after two uses, eh?"
Rento:"okay but can you please repeat that"
Mina:"(coughs)Sorry, I'm just excited! I made some new stuff for your hero work, and thanks for the laser guns — I already have plans for them. You'll get to try everything out, and maybe this time it won't explode after two uses!"
Rento:"okay but should I wear armor or something?"
Mina:"no you can just roll a iron beetle if you're lucky"
Without a second thought, Mina shoved the smoking espresso shotgun into Rento's hands.
It hissed and sputtered like a dying cat.
Rento flinched, but Mina casually smacked the side of it—CLANG—and the shotgun immediately stopped smoking, settling into a low, worrying hum.
Apparently satisfied, Mina gave him a thumbs-up and sauntered off, not a care in the world.
In front of Rento, she had set up a "dummy": a crooked creation made from a battered bucket for the head, a shattered bulletproof vest for the torso, and a broomstick duct-taped to another stick acting as the spine. It swayed lightly in the breeze like it already regretted existing.
Mina retreated quickly behind Rento, keeping a good, healthy distance—as if she knew exactly what kind of madness was about to happen.
All around them, the junkyard seemed to fall eerily silent, the only sounds being the occasional creak of scrap metal… and the espresso shotgun humming like a bad idea about to get worse.
Mina: "Alright, just pull the trigger and let it launch a ball of scalding espresso right into your enemy's face!"
Rento aimed the espresso shotgun at the dummy, his fingers tightening around the makeshift grip. He pulled the trigger, and with a sudden whoosh, a ball of steaming, scalding espresso shot out, hitting the dummy square in the chest.
The effect was immediate and catastrophic. The bucket head of the dummy started to sizzle and melt away, the vest warping into a sticky mess as the espresso's heat ravaged it. But that wasn't all.
The sheer intensity of the blast didn't stop at the dummy—it continued, eating through the air, splashing onto the nearby car. The metal doors of the rusted vehicle began to warp and liquefy, a hole forming where the espresso struck, the paint bubbling away like acid was eating through it.
Rento stood frozen, eyes wide with horror at the unintentional destruction. Meanwhile, Mina stood behind him, arms crossed, a sly, almost proud smile spreading across her face. The explosion of her creation was exactly what she had expected
Mina:"works as intended, just like I said it would!"
Rento:" I don't want to go around melting people's faces!"
Mina: "It's fine. Now, for the next gadget — this jetpack! Since you probably don't always get a flying insect, just press the button and you'll either fly… or explode."
Still beaming with pride from the espresso shotgun's unexpected "success," Mina rummaged through her cart again, humming to herself like a kid picking out candy.
With a grunt, she yanked out another invention—a crude jet pack cobbled together from total madness and maybe a few science fiction nightmares.
Small, dented jet engines were welded haphazardly onto the sides of an upright microwave that had been flipped vertically to act as the main body. Welded-on wing flaps jutted out awkwardly from the sides, probably meant for "steering"—if you were lucky.
The whole contraption was strapped to an old, battered backpack frame with so much duct tape and superglue it looked like it was crying for help.
At the center, right where a power button should be, Mina had installed a single, suspiciously shiny joy buzzer button. It sparked a little when the wind hit it wrong, promising a good shock if you dared press it.
Without a hint of hesitation, Mina shoved the disaster pack into Rento's arms, practically vibrating with excitement, daring him to give it a shot.
Rento could only stare at it—the future flash of broken limbs and regrets already playing out in his mind
Rento:{I promise when I get enough Dino bucks I'll buy you better material}
Rento hesitated, feeling the jet pack's metal body spark against his back like an angry cat.
With a grimace, he reached for the joy buzzer button, bracing himself.
The moment he pressed it, the button zapped him hard enough to make his hair frizz up—but it worked.
The jet pack coughed, shuddered violently, and sputtered to life with a whiny roar.
For a second, it powered up… then immediately died with a mechanical wheeze.
Rento let out a huge breath of relief, thinking he dodged yet another one of Mina's science experiments from hell.
But fate wasn't done with him.
With a violent jolt, the jet pack roared back to life—this time at full power—and launched Rento straight into the sky like a malfunctioning rocket.
Limbs flailing, Rento spun out of control, streaking across the sky above the junkyard in wild loops, smoke trailing behind him. He looked less like a superhero and more like a fireworks accident caught mid-bloom.
Meanwhile, Shun, just returning from the store with bags full of anime-themed ramen, stopped dead in his tracks.
He looked up, blinking behind his glasses as he saw Rento soaring wildly across the skyline like a drunk dragonfly.
Without missing a beat, Shun pulled out his phone, grinning like he'd just found treasure, and started recording.
Perfect footage for his Mepipe channel, proudly labeled "animefanotaku."
He made sure to zoom in on Rento's face, capturing every second of chaos for maximum views.
Rento:"GET ME DOWN PLEASE!"
Mina:(holding something that looks like a gun) "I've got ye, mate!"
Seeing Rento spiraling dangerously higher—and realizing, maybe a little too late—that this could end with an explosion, Mina acted fast.
She grabbed another one of her questionable gadgets: a gun that looked like it was made from a bicycle pump, PVC pipes, and optimism.
With surprising precision, she aimed and fired.
The gun shot out a blueish, gooey blob that sailed through the air like a water balloon and smacked into Rento mid-flight.
The sticky substance immediately spread out, wrapping him and the jet pack in a thick, bubbling cocoon.
The goo reacted violently to the heat of the jet engines, sizzling and puffing up like overcooked marshmallow, but it did its job.
It dragged Rento's spinning form down toward the ground in a slow, jerky descent, ending with a wet, squishy splat as he landed safely—but hopelessly stuck—in a bubbling pile of blue goo.
Still a prisoner of the sticky mess, Rento could only twitch weakly, completely coated from head to toe.
The jet pack made a sad, dying whirring sound before finally falling silent.
Meanwhile, Shun—still faithfully recording—rushed in for a perfect close-up shot of Rento's goo-covered, horrified, and slightly electrocuted face.
The footage was gold.
He was already imagining the thumbnail: "Local Bug Hero Crashes Hard | Try Not To Laugh Challenge"
Rento:"can someone please spin my watch!"
Mina strolled casually toward the pile of bubbling blue goo, sunglasses still on, not a single hint of urgency in her step—like this was just another Tuesday.
Rento lay there, stuck and twitching, encased in the goo like a fly in jelly.
Without saying a word, Mina bent down, reached into the goo, and—like she was pulling laundry out of a washing machine—slid her hand in effortlessly.
She grabbed the back of Rento's hoodie, lifted him straight up with one hand, and held him in the air like a disgruntled kitten. His limbs dangled, his expression was a cocktail of confusion, betrayal, and mild trauma.
As she held him there, the jet pack let out one last dramatic poof of smoke, slipped from the goo, and slumped back into the pile with a soft glorp.
Mina gave Rento a little shake to get the goo off.
Shun, of course, got it all on camera.
Mina:"Worked better than expected, eh, bug boy?"
Rento:"please put me down"
Mina, ever the queen of chaotic indifference, heard Rento's mumbled, goo-muffled plea to be put down nicely—and in response, promptly let go.
Rento dropped with a soft thud, landing flat on his back in a splatter of goo, arms splayed out like a squashed bug.
His slot machine watch, still gummed up with blue ooze, had its lever stuck halfway down. Despite being clearly activated, the reels refused to spin, the screen flickering like it was trying not to exist.
Meanwhile, Shun, already editing as he walked, added music, a ridiculous thumbnail of Rento mid-crash with big red letters, and a freeze-frame close-up of his goo-covered face.
With a smug grin, he posted the video to Mepipe, proudly titling it "Bug Hero Jet Pack Fail."
Within seconds, views started to climb
Mina:"i can upgrade the goo gun with you want"
Rento:(still laying) "ok"
Rento groaned, standing up stiffly as bits of blue goo and suspiciously glowing dirt clung to his clothes like unwanted souvenirs.
With a tired swipe, he tried dusting himself off—only for the goo to smear rather than fall away, leaving streaks of questionable color and texture.
His face flat, he unstrapped the jammed slot machine watch and held it at arm's length like it was a cursed artifact before trudging toward the shipping container, shoulders slumped.
A long shower with the garden hose setup was in his immediate future, if only to feel somewhat human again.
Mina, watching this unfold, grinned wide behind her sunglasses.
She knew exactly what was coming.
The goo gun worked too well—and Rento was going to want his own.
With that thought, she turned on her heel and headed back to her chaotic workshop, already pulling out more duct tape, canisters, and suspicious chemicals, mentally drafting plans for an "upgraded" version of her goo gun. More pressure, more stickiness. Maybe even glow-in-the-dark options.
The possibilities were endless—and dangerous.
Meanwhile, Shun plopped down in the makeshift living room, surrounded by mismatched furniture and faintly buzzing electronics.
He grabbed his anime body pillow like it was his victory trophy, kicked his feet up, and flicked on the TV.
The chaotic, brightly colored opening of "Unicorn Cube Y" blared to life on the screen, filling the room with glittering explosions and dramatic poses.
Satisfied and smug, Shun nestled in, fully content that he'd not only recorded today's disaster but had already racked up views online.
A productive day, by his standards
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Dino bucks earned:0
Dino bucks total: 150
Loot: A busted up jet pack, goo gun,32 likes on MePipe