"...fuck…"
Bootleg cereal, Veggie Dodecahedrons, that's what's in the bowl. Bread is scarce these days, the struggle meal is real.
"Man…why the hell have I forsaken myself!?"
Sickly sweet lactose-free bag of milk. Baku hasn't seen some nonsense like this in the great state of Texas, land of the free, land of normal storage containers for milk. Not this hooligandary.
Not this doohickey-laden bowl, it would put anyone in calamity.
"...shoulda just gotten some Mcdonald's…"
Baku is in his 'apartment', five more spoonfuls of misery away from being in true despair, checking and saving accounts both in unspeakable depths. He's sat at his plastic, foldable dining table, eating a bowl of cereal.
"This city is full of bullshit, literally can't go do anything without people blasting off." He mutters to himself.
He hasn't been shot at yet. People get a weird feeling when looking at him, enough so that most reasonable people know to leave him alone.
He's been free from getting checked so fa-
His apartment complex shakes, rattling the dishes that he's thrown in the sink, throwing up various clouds of sand that managed to find their way through the cracks of his 'apartment.'
"That ain't convincing me to wash them bitches."
The apartment he's in doesn't actually have a window so he can't see what causing that, only feel it, deep deep poverty makes any mf struggle.
Baku waits for a moment to see if the shaking comes back…
…
It doesn't. So he gets another spoonful of that decrepit cereal and brings it to his mout-
The shaking comes back. The sound of a shell being fired pierces the relative silence of Baku's apartment.
The spoon falls into the bowl, splashing the milk. Baku immediately gets up from his seat and goes into his 'bedroom.'
Of course, since this place makes an NYC apartment look quaint, there's only two rooms in this place. So his 'bedroom' is also the living room. Baku reaches into a nearby unpacked cardboard box.
"Come on, I ain't listen to this one in a minute."
He extracts his JBL speaker from it and walks back to the kitchen table. He places it on the table and whips out his Iphone X.
'Runaway' by Ye starts to play.
…
…
"...man…" He stares at his bowl of cereal.
"I gotta find some way to get bread, got me SICK, can't believe I ended up like that green bitch…" He sighs. "Can't print these shoes off anymore, Ye don't even exist here, these busta's don't know art when they see it."
He did try to pawn off some of them. Yeezy isn't valued here, nobody to scam like that, he got finagled.
…
Soft piano notes ring throughout the apartment.
The atmosphere in this place, despite being a decrepit 'apartment' in the middle of a desert that only has running water, is for sure a departure from his normal life.
The absolute silence does bring an odd form of comfort. No green bitch to run up and fuck his shit up, just him, just Baku.
…
Baku slowly puts his iPhone X down on the table and inches his hand closer to his spoon.
He stares at the wall that's been leaking sand in his 'apartment', waiting for another sound to interrupt him. When it doesn't come, he dips the spoon in the milk and brings it to his lips.
He opens his mou-
Another shell being fired breaks that brief reverie. A car alarm goes off.
"Ugh…" He groans. "Everyday, it's some new shit."
He sits at the table for a few more seconds, contemplating, before putting the spoon back into the bowl and reaching below the table and lacing up his Yeezy's.
"Psh, now I gotta get ready to handle whoever's making that racket."
He exits his apartment and locks the door, hastily making his way down the gray life-less stairwell. Another shell is fired whilst he's doing so, this time he can feel the reverb in his bones.
"Ahahaha! Take that!" A female voice can be heard outside.
Baku shakes his head as he makes his way down the stairway.
Opening the door to the outside, he sees the same desert wasteland that's always there, also the tank in the middle of the decrepit street.
"What are y'all piped up out here about?! Shut that shit!" He shouts out.
There's a girl on top of the tank who immediately turns to the voice that was chatting that bull.
"Who the he- oh, HAH." The laugh sounds forced. "No halo? You should've stayed at home."
"Halos?" He snorts. "Them little glowy RGB rings ain't do nayfin, I ain't following that trend, you can catch me laced up with my goddamnYEEZYinstead."
The girl atop the tank covers their ears as they stomp once on the tank's hood, the tank spins it's barrel around to face Baku's direction.
"Oh brother…" He groans.
"How do you even shout that loud? Nevermind, Miyu! Get closer to him!" She shouts loud enough for the girl inside to hear.
The tank promptly rolls forward and comes to a stop a few meters away from Baku, barrel aiming towards his body.
"Look, if y'all get yo giggles committing domestic terrorism that's tops wit me, just keep that noise down and it's all good." He says.
"And who the fuck are you? No halo, no gun, no nothing. We don't gotta take shit from you, how's about you keep that noise down huh?"
"You must've driven here DUI, you talkingdrunk."
"Eh…those beer bottles tasted like shit anyways, don't know ho- nah, who am I kidding, get it moving or you're about to blast off."
"You don't want to make that mistake."
"'YoU DoNt WaNt To MaKe ThAt MiStAkE' I don't care. Matter of fact? Miyu." The girl stomps on the hood of the tank.
"Tch. Alright then." Baku rolls his shoulders and clears his throat.
"Shoot his as-"
"YEET"
There's no tank left. No girl atop the tank, it's all gone.
"That was self-defence or whatever Ace Phoenix was talking about in that court. Not my problem, I ain't getting locked up again for that shit." Baku shakes his head before looking around the barren street.
There's just sand, some dilapidated cars, more sand, another person off in the distance walking towards him, some more sand, and no signs of those two trifling goofballs who threatened him.
Oh yeah, there's also the person off in the distance walking towards him.
"I swear, y'all bitches never learn."
That person walking towards him? Or more like running Baku guesses, they're hitting feet.
"I ain't got Dash on speed dial, thats…." He squints. "Pink hair? More of them little glowy RGB rings? Fuck that, another laggard wit a gun and a Vlone complex? Count me out."
Baku opts to turn around and walk back to his 'apartment'. In actuality, he's walking back to an abandoned 3 story motel that already smelled like rank boof even before the sandstorms came and rendered almost every room inhospitable, even the room Baku is living in has sand in it.
Baku is walking back towards that and has his hand on the door handle before...
"Sir, are you okay?"
"Oh mygod." He takes his hand off the door, groaning.
"I've been dealing with the Helmet Gan-"
"What do you want?"
"...well...I came over here to check if you were okay, I heard tank shells being fired, actually do you know where that tank went?"
"Tank?..." He finally turns around to look at who he's talking to.
Comically long pink hair, one of them halos, different coloured eyes, school uniform and a shotgun with a shield. Also she's short but, to be fair, literally everyone here is shorter than him.
The NBA has no scouts out here, the lakers do not need a center, Baku can't shoot a ball for shit that's why he ain't there and nobody else in this damn city is going to make up that difference. Baku is simply tall for no reason.
"Fuckass anime character." He mutters under his breath.
"...I've never seen you around here, what're you doing in Abydo-"
"That's nunya business, aight? Come outta my life a little, we don't need this much dialogue between us."
The pink-haired girl sighs before looking down the street.
"So you're alright then? And you don't know where that tank went?" She asks.
"Yes to both. A tank? I ain't even seen that in my life, I don't got a scratch on me, so if you're done talking that bull Imma hit the dash."
Baku turns around and yanks the door open before quickly making his way up the stairs.
The girl lingers for a moment, staring at the open door, before shaking her head and continuing with her patrol.
Baku mutters to himself whilst ascending the stairs.
"...man…I knew this damn Abydos was a shithole, I probably ran up on a whole side story, Imma just stay at home for a bit. Deuteragonist ain't the role for me."