11:00, June 10th, 2012
Downtown Horizon Bay, CA
"Speed. I am speed… "
“Wait, the fuck? That’s a dumb line from a kids movie. Why am I starting off like that? Let’s try this again.”
The driver grips the steering wheel and looks onto the road ahead of him. It was the day of the first race, he could feel his heart thumping as adrenaline rushed through him. He revs the engine to redline and the 6 cyl roars in response, though nearly inaudible from the cockpit due to the loud music being played.
“Can I really do this?”
He thought to himself. His discussion with his friend earlier replayed through his head constantly. He looks around, the cars around him were mostly high-performance machines tuned to dominate the streets, with the exception of a red car which resembled the racecars his grandfather used to race in the 70s. Him, on the other hand, was sitting in a somewhat tuned 90s Japanese luxury coupe. The car was never designed for performance, let alone racing. He was poorly prepared for the race.
“Why did I even take this piece of shit to this race? All for a petty revenge plan? Fuck this!”
Since he came in rather late yesterday, he barely had the chance to talk to the other drivers, which made him even more nervous as the race began its preparations.
Two girls proceeded to head up front. The race was about to start.
The driver takes his iPod from the glovebox and puts on his headphones then hits play.
“It’s all or nothing at this point. Let’s go, Yuro. Time to kick some ass.”
16:20, June 10th, 2012
Horizon Bay, CA
A purple Yuro pulls into an abandoned parking lot.
The driver gets out of the car with what seems to be tears in his eyes.
He looks at the purple car, the car he’s cared for nearly two years. He kicks the door hard, denting it in. He wipes his tears and continues to stare at the car.
“It’s only the first race and yet you’re performing like this? S-so much time, money, and effort put into you…”
He stares at the dent in the door and kicks it again, causing a second dent to appear.
“Where did I go wrong?”
He feels his foot starting to hurt and he lays his hand on the car and sighs.
Suddenly his phone rings, and he picks it up.
“H-hello?” [s n i f f]
“Oi mate ye don’t sound too good. What happened?”
“N-nothing. I’m fine.” [s n i f f]
“Well, if you say so. Anyway, that race wasn’t too bad if I do say so myself. However, if you really want to have s shot at the Showdown King, you should’ve tried harder-”
“I already fucking tried, Jeremy. I-I tried so hard, and yet it didn’t even matter. They had fucking Group 4 cars in what was supposed to be a street race. You’re were right, I’ll never make it.” [s n i f f]
“Oh now, don’t worry too much, it’s the first race! You still have a chance! There’s still quite a few races coming up, so calm down a bit, will ya?”
“B-but… Y-yeah. You have a point.”
Silence ensues for quite a bit.
“Any other news?” [s n i f f]
“That was an awful lot of silence, but glad you asked, cause I may have gotten some clues about the Showdown King. Earlier today while I was watching the start, there was this man next to me, all covered up. It wasn’t even that sunny and he was the only one wearing sunglasses and a mask. I’ve also found out he’s definitely male. Everything else I can’t really figure out without talking to him. I could be mistaken though, but I did manage to snap a couple of images of him, I’m sending you them now.”
“I don’t have a computer right now, I’ll probably check them when I get home. Is that all?”
“That’s all I’ve got.”
“Well, I’ll see you then. Bye.”
Before a response could be given, he hangs up. He sighs and puts his phone back into his pocket. His stomach growls as he hadn’t ate since lunch. He wipes his tears and looks at his car again.
“Damn it. Of all times, hunger strikes right now. If I try heading out on the highway to head home now, I’ll sure as shit be apprehended by the feds, especially right now considering traffic and such.”
He kicks the door, with less force this time and sits next to the car. He takes his phone out and goes to his contacts list and opens a new message.
“Hey ma. I’ll be home rather late today, so just cook for yourself tonight, or call Tita Susan and ask her to come over, your choice. I hope you’re doing fine.”
He hits send and puts his phone back in his pocket then sighs.
The Revenge of Pepeng Kaliwete Part.04
featuring Pepe
extra notes
holy heck this was fairly dark, i had planned to collab with someone else to try and lighten up the mood towards the end but laziness struck me. maybe in the next part it’ll be continued and the mood wont be as sad, who knows? also hmu if you wanna make Pepe not sad lol, especially if your character is female
Tita in english means auntie for those who dont speak Philippinese
and no, Pepe himself hasnt encountered (or has seemed to have encountered) the Showdown King, and he probably wont ever
if you dont get the reference at the first sentence i’ll be genuinely sad and maybe somewhat disappointed
also this is probably the only shot of the Glaze’s rear end so far, if you cant tell i can’t do Altezza lights asdfghjklzxcvbnm
also military time
bye see you again idk
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