I am trending on X.

Apparently, Holly was quite popular, and my random appearance along with her reaction to me really sold a "cryptid" title.

Honestly, I didn't even know until Will called me.

"I'm sorry I'm WHAT?"

"You're trending on X. Why are you trending on X? Admittedly, your name isn't there, but whenever you look its clearly picutres of you everywhere!"

"Will, I am going to tell you right now. I am so tired, and don't have time for this right now. Stop playing a prank on me."

"He's right!" Nico's voice is faint in the background of the call.

"Ok, maybe I'll look into it."

"Usually you're ontop of these things; what's up?"

"Don't worry about it."

I hung up and collapsed on my bed, hoping for maybe just a brief moment of peace.

These never-ending calls to duty sucked. Mom was getting suspicious, and my new X fame was bound to get me in trouble in public now. The worst part was that I still had no new leads-- so I had to respond to each call in case it was the one that would give me some ideas on how to fix the timeline.

I really miss my partner.

In the original timeline, we would be meeting soon; however, due to the changes made from my saving of Nico as my original quest, I obviously won't meet them this time. Plus, they wouldn't have the memories my version of them has. Time travel logistics and replacing the old version of you and all that.

The complicated stuff I never bothered to care about.

I just wanted to sleep. My bed felt softer than normal, and I sunk into it and closed my eyes.

My little brain computer was quiet... too quiet.

Beep.

There it is.

I sighed, pulled off the blanket, and hit my watch like normal.

There, infront of me, was probably the worst possible scene.

A room full of people, one of which was my Mom, and 3 guys with guns.

Guns!

Come on guys. I know I have all this cool technology and stuff, but guns still suck!

Thankfully, they weren't facing me, so I had the advantage.

I drew my knife from my pocket and launched at the first guy, aiming for his shoulder. Direct hit! He dropped his gun, and cried out in pain. Which, obviously, gave me time to pull out the knife and plunge it into the other shoulder.

I didn't bother with the gun he dropped.

They were too slow.

I ran at the next man; his friend was aiming at me, but since I am ever so skilled, I made it behind him with a knife to his throat.

Distraction time!

"You know, it's really not nice to threaten people with a gun!"

"Who are you?" The guy not pinned behind my knife (did I mention he no longer had a gun either?) asked me.

"I'm just a helper, you know?"

"Tell me or I'll shoot. Who. Are. You?"

"You wouldn't do that! Your friend is right here!" I tighten my grip and bring the knife closer to Mr.Helpless in my arms. "However, if you insist..." Oh shoot. Was this the moment I picked my superhero name? I'd like to remain a cryptid though...

I decided I want to be a cryptid a bit longer. I pushed the knife down and to the right, leaving a long, non lethal gash along Helpless's neck.

GunGuy(TM) shot...

And missed. What a loser!

I made it to him and incapacitated him instead.

This is, of course, when I heard sirens. I looked around at the gathered room. The 3 gunmen were on the floor in pain, and the floor looked much more red and sticky than when I came into the building.

I avoided eye contact with Mom.

"They should stay down. Police seem to be on the w-" I saw police approaching the glass door the second I said that.

I quickly tapped my watch: just in case.

Had I not already been trending, I definitely would've been now. In fact, now I am probably going to be on the news. Shit, I totally should've picked my name. Now I'll just get a lame media-picked one.

The real issue is that I think I now have a lead. I just have to wait until she gets back home and we can talk.