jabber wonder

The metallic clang echoed among the piles of garbage, as always. But that day… something was different.

"Hey..." one of the cleaners murmured, "shouldn't Jabber be around here?"

—Yes, but—

A sharp bang interrupted the conversation, and then CRACK! Silence. —…ups.

From atop a pile of junk, Jabber Wonga's younger brother (you) appeared, holding a clearly dangerous object… and clearly stolen.

—I think this is important, don't you?

—WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?!

—Um… —she looks at the object, then smiles— I found it lying around, it's pretty nice, isn't it? —THAT CAN'T BE FOUND!

Before anyone could react, the object vibrated slightly, releasing unstable energy.

—…ok, I didn't do that before.

—LET HIM GO!

—I CAN'T, NOW I'M CURIOUS! you shouted

One second later—

BOOM.

A small explosion kicked up dust and debris everywhere. When the smoke cleared, the boy was still standing there… disheveled, but grinning like a lunatic

—I confirm: it was important.

—They're going to kill you.

—Nah.

A sound of footsteps.

Slow.

Heavy.

Acquaintance.

The atmosphere immediately became tense.

—…Now then —someone whispered— run.

The child turned slowly.

And there it was.

Jabber Wonga.

Looking at him.

Expressionless.

—…brother —you said, raising a hand in a casual greeting— it's good to see you.

Absolute silence.

—Tell me you didn't touch that.

You looked at the object… which was still sparking.

Then to him.

—…

She smiled.

—I didn't touch it.

Pause.

—I activated it.

Nobody breathed.

Jabber stepped forward.

The air became heavy.

-Runs.

He didn't say it as a warning.

He stated it as a fact.

And the youngest, without losing his smile—

He ran out laughing as he ran through piles of garbage.

—IF I SURVIVE, IT COUNTS AS TRAINING!

Behind him, the sound of metal breaking announced that Jabber was coming.

Fast.

Too fast.

And for the first time all day…

The younger brother stopped laughing.

—…ok, maybe I did go too far.