“Well great, and just when I thought this was going to be easy” Marce thought to herself as she sat down putting her backpack in her lap.. And if that wasn’t bad enough, her and this stranger had their seats placed together. “Well this is awkward” she thought, “guess I’ll have to talk to him.”

“Rebuilt City, eh? Not a bad place if I do say so myself. So what’s your name?” she said. This guy was kind short, his hair was black, brown eyes, swarthy. The two had a lot in common. They got along great. “Moone TeMango” he replied, “that guy with the glasses is my twin brother, Don.” Don was asleep so he head none of this. “Marce Dezeir” ‘he’ said back. They shook hands, him not being able to see through her disguise. “So?”, he spoke, “What’s your opinion on apple’s, I think they’re pretty okay”. “Well never thought I’d have someone ask me about fruit, but I suppose it could be worse.” she said.

The two talked for hours about they like and can’t stand about fruits. They both agreed that grapes are the best. Neither of them knew how to feel about oranges. And kiwis and avocados are ‘okay’. But one particular fruit stood out from the rest. Pineapples.

The mere sound of that word unleashed unknown levels of anger and rage within her. The energy was essentially radiating off of her skin. She clenched her fist with an insane look on her face. You could see the veins on her arms neck tense up, even under her hooded jacket. “I can’t stand those damn things.” she said. “Those... things. They look ugly, they’re sharp, overrated, and they taste horrible.” she continued. Moone said he didn’t like them because he has allergies and ‘those bastards tried to kill me’.

As the two of them left the station they felt like they would be best friends forever, but there was still one problem left to deal with, what they both wanted. “So Moone, I over heard that you wanted to come the Best Boss Character, why is that?” she asked him. “I don’t really know. I supposed it sounded cool. But to be able to hold that title truly shows who your might not just as a person but as a boss. Why do you ask?”, Moone said. Marce was taken aback at such a refined response. She didn’t know what to say. Don on the other hand was too drowsy to see or hear any of this.

“It’s because it’s my dream too. I want that title so that people will be able to see me for what I can do, also my little sister wants certain things and I’d like to be able to give them to her.” was all she could muster. She was able to realize his mettle, and thought that he was worthy. She asked him if he wanted a sword. He said, “Sure why not,, what could possibly go wrong?” She pulled another sword out of her bag and drew it. “Well then Moone, let’s both try our best!” she said. Raising their sword they said the Boss Character mantra. “With blades crossed, of Mastery...” she said. “...And Majesty!” he finished.

“Well Moone let’s hope our paths cross again. And if they do, I’ll show you how to use that thing.” she said. And the two of them went their separate ways.