This one's kind of different from the other "but very bad" chapters. This one will replace the dialogue with dialogue that looked like it came out of a comment thread. (Ours, anyway.)

Also this is just my way of writing with Writer's Block

K bai

Part 19 — It's a Favor (Comments Edition)

Xin grabbed her knife from the knife rack. "The fuck is he thinking dating that bitch? I'm gonna beat the shit out of her." Xin ran upstairs and grabbed her gun. She checked her phone to see the last text Zap had sent her. Doing my job. The fire extinguisher is near the sink. "Zap, you're a fucking dummy." Xin went to Azyra. Azyra. How are you? She turned off her phone, grabbed her jacket, and walked outside. "Got my knife, my gun, and my ambition to KILL." She closed the door and checked her buzzing phone. From Azyra: Fine. You? She texted back: Good. Just need to do something. She put her phone back in her pocket. "So the bitch is working with some other bitch at that one place. So I can just go there and kill both bitches. Double win!"

Xin ran towards the HQ. Xin had stolen Zap's card the night before, so she used it to swipe through the security and enter the HQ. Reaching the top floor, she turned the corner to see Jessica and Samuel staring at a large screen. Xin looked up. It was a picture of Azyra. Xin quickly pulled out her gun. Azyra? What do they know about Azyra? She aimed the gun. She heard footsteps as she shot both Jessica and Samuel in the legs. Both of them fell. She turned around with her gun aimed at whoever had been running towards her.

"Xin what the fuck were you thinking?"

"Helping you. Thank me later," she said, not putting down the gun.

"Put the gun down. And what about Azyra?"

"Oh yeah her. So?"

"You fucked up the mission on her."

"Pfft. Like I care." Xin was getting impatient. What do Jess and Samuel have anything to do with Azyra?

"Her phone got jacked and she's all alone, like me on weekends."

"They're fucking paying." Xin quickly checked her phone, putting down the gun. The new message:

Hey, can you come over to my house?

Xin stared at her phone. Shit...

(Not too good, I know. It was really just the way we'd talk to each other on comments or PM, really. Just read that and wait for me to be cured of Writer's Block.)