"PRE. SEN. TA. TION! P-R-E-S-E-N-T-A-T-I-O-N!" Neo spelled out.104Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOeFfgpIfyk
"Aw, you can spell! Good for you!" Doz replied.
"...You, IDIOT, it's not about the spelling!"
"Hey, so when can I start killing people? I'm kinda busy, so-"
"Listen, dude, you can't just go and kill people!"
"...I don't see why not."
"It's got an art too! It's like...writing! Do you seriously think one can just, write?"
"I guess-"
"WRONG. They've gotta plan out an entire outline and then continuously come up with new ideas for the next several weeks, yet never actually write a single page of the book!"
The two were inside a basement which smelled of desperation, depression, and old people. Pages filled out with song lyrics and ideas scattered the floor of the basement, which was lit by a single, dull bulb of light. Before him, stood the famed assassin master (according to the internet), Neo, a tall man with dark skin, and shaggy, long black hair, wagging a finger at Doz.
"Hey, can I learn something cool now? Like how to crack a neck, or walk without making sound, or..or..becoming invisible!" Doz implored, a bright smile creeping across his face just at the thought of being able to turn invisible. 104Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6i1nS6sQd2
"Doz, Doz, Doz, my naive apprentice..." Neo chuckled, shaking his head as he did so. "How many times must I tell you before that tiny brain of yours finally gets it? Presentation is all. You need the right outfit, the right title, the right weapon. Look at me. Tell me what you see." 104Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIufRInjI4f
Neo spread his legs slightly, sending sheets of paper flying off, and pointed to himself, his flip-flops, his shaggy hair, his rough stubble. Doz put a hand to his chin and narrowed his eyes, looking Neo up and down for a few seconds.
"You look like a financially struggling middle-aged man who gave up on life years ago...did I get it right?" Doz asked, and Neo nodded slowly.
"Exactly. Because of my messy, roughly put together appearance, I come off as unreliable, and weak, especially for someone of my status. Yet that just makes me more reliable! In stories, mentors are always supposed to come off as silly, a little odd, maybe even pervy, yet end up showing how useful they are at the very LAST MOMENT! You get it now?" Neo smiled smugly.
Doz sighed, and for the second time today, wondered what the hell was he doing? He had been searching the internet a few days ago, looking for someone who could teach him the art of the assassin, and when he saw Neo's advertisement, he had clicked! But. In the two days he had spent learning from this man, he had become.......ABSOLUTELY NO DIFFERENT FROM TWO DAYS AGO.
"...I... see. So are the papers scattered across the floor also a part of the act." Doz replied snidely, and Neo reached down, picking up one of the papers from the floor, and then swung at Neo, smacking him upside the head with the slip of paper. 104Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAzQTxY2spm
"You DUMBASS! These slips of paper are meant to inspire motivation and determination! Have you no resolve?" Neo asked, disgusted. 104Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpKiOlrmmrM
Doz sighed, watching the slip of paper fall from his head to the floor. He picked up one of the slips of papers, and lazily scanned it. "Huh? What the hell is this?" 104Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkGAWyqoeVI
"Listen, Doz, I'm trying to be pati-"
"You write SEX SCENES FOR MOVIES?" Doz stared at the paper for a few seconds before lowering it, and snickering, pointing at Neo. "You write sex scenes for movies."
Neo stared at Doz, slowly realizing that his own piece of advice had bit him in the ass, and quickly, tried to snatch the slip of paper, only for Doz to step back, holding the paper down low. Doz wagged a finger at the older man, and then folded the paper up, sliding it into his pocket. 104Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO8vshulYqY
"...Listen, look, it's not what it looks like!" Neo explained desperately.
"No, I understand! THIS is what you meant by presentation, right-?" Doz trailed off into laughter, much to Neo's irritation.
"Listen, DOZ!"
"You know, if you won't teach me how to kill, I could still get a laugh out of this! Lemme see, where the hell is my ph-"
"HOLD IT!" Neo outstretched his hand, gesturing for Doz to stop with his palm. "If you quit being so hasty...I'll teach you the Six Rules for Being a Perfectly Successful Assassins."
"...That kind of sounds like a book."
"IT'S NOT! These six rules will make you the best in the entire City of Day! You'll be lopping heads off before-"
"Before I post this on the internet?" Doz asked innocently.
"YES!" Neo's eyes widened and he looked from side to side, before waving his hands frantically. "WAIT, WAIT, I MEAN NO! DON'T POST IT! I CAN'T TEACH IT TOO YOU THAT FAST!" Neo paused, and then continued after seeing the look on Doz's face. "But. But. But. But I bet I could still teach it super relatively fast!"
"And no more games!" Doz pointed at Neo with his phone. "Or you'll have to write sex scenes for the rest of your life just to make a living." Doz slid his phone back into his pocket, and then kicked away all of the slips of paper beneath his feet.
"Of course! Trust me, this is legit!" Neo laughed nervously, and then leaned downwards, snatching a piece of paper off the floor and squinting his eyes to read it. "The first rule is to......to...man, my handwriting is terrible!" He laughed. "The first step is to be completely and utterly empathetic."
Doz scratched his head, waiting awkwardly for Neo to elaborate on what the hell he just said...and then when Neo didn't, Doz spoke up. "To..the people I'm going to kill?"
"...Uhuh!" Neo scratched the back of his head, outwardly calm, although on the inside he was breaking down. Shit! I made that up completely on the spot! He's going to see through it, and he's going to post that picture! He thought, and then spoke again. "If you truly want to be an assassin, then figure it out yourself!" 104Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1eVK2QD90a
Doz put a hand to his chin and closed his eyes. Huh, this guy looks kinda serious! Maybe he does know what he's doing! Okay, okay, first to figure out what it means... Doz thought, completely silent as he focused his hardest, trying to understand the meaning hidden within the meaning.
Neo lowered his hand and smirked. Haha, chump! Looks like the dumbass fell for it! He thought.
Doz suddenly whipped his head upwards. "I see now! You want me to learn how to be empathetic so I can put myself in the shoes of the victim! So, I can understand how they think, why it is the way they think, you want me to break it all down! That way, I'll know their every move and be able to plan out an assasination attempt that has as much chance as possible of working out!" 104Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmbX1Kd5fDi
Huh? Where the hell did, he get all that from? I don't even have to do anything, it's like this guy is playing himself! Neo thought, and then realized Doz was looking at him expectantly. "O-oh, yeah! Whatever the hell you just said. You've got it! Do whatever it is I told you too. Make like the wind and blow off!" 104Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh8VSfw0luE
Doz slammed his fist into his palm. "I see, Master! You want me to be empathetic with the wind itself, so I can learn how to be swift, and deadly, just as the wind! You truly are a genius of geniuses!" Doz beamed up at Neo, and then whipped around, whistling as he walked out of the building, ready to make like the wind....and blow.
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