Redundant disclaimer about not owning anything in the included franchise.

The street was barren except for figures trying to get out of the pouring rain as soon as possible. After running for a few blocks, they finally found their shelter under a church overhang.

"Fuck Canadian weather!", yelled the shorter of the two as he leaned on his back against the church doors.

"T-t-told you we shouldn't go", the other frantically rubbed his palms together in an attempt to get some semblance of warmth.

"Eric, dude, it's the 12th of December, I expected snow not rain. Besides, I'd said it's worth it.", a paper bag, containing whatever bottle liquor these two initially sought out, is raised to make the point.

"Screw. You. Bach…. Why d-d-did I have you as m-m-my fr-r-riend?", Eric try to let out a sigh but the only thing that came out was the sound of his teeth clattering against each other.

"Chill dude, it's not my fault that you can't enjoy these fine ass spirit beyond the third shot."

"Shut Up"

Silence set in as the two look out toward the street, hoping that the rain would let up. Their hopes were quickly dashed as the rain continued to pour harder with flashes of lighting appearing in the distance horizon.

With a slight shrugged after a recent thunder went silent, Bach started unscrewing the bottle.

"Are you ser-r-r-riously going start drinking now?" Eric look incredulously at his friend.

"Look, the It's legal as long as the paper bag is on and it's freezing. If getting more drunk will keep me warm, then…", He raised a quick toast toward his friend and take a swig, "… so be it."

Eric opened his mouth but finding not word to say so he decided to reach for his coat pockets, pulling out a lighter and pack of cigarette. After taking a puff, he felt considerably better, psychologically or physically, he didn't care.

"All that time in boot camp and the only thing you got was an addiction", Bach chuckled.

"At least I don't smoke as often as you trying to get wasted."

"I guess I'll get cancer before you do but hey! I didn't give up like you do."

"Shut Up!"

Deciding that he has enough fun riling up his buddy, Bach shrugged and turned around, trying to read the numerous poster and pamphlet on the Church doors. Most of them were either adverts for support groups or notices that he skimmed over until one particular piece of paper caught his attention.

"Dude, check this out," he tapped Eric shoulder, directing his attention to the piece, "Give yourselves to the Goddess of Love an she'll give you all you'll ever wanted, Write your deepest wishes below."

"Seriously?" Eric made a double take on the content on the piece of paper.

"Is it referring to mother Maria or something?

"I don't know. Aren't you the more religious one here?"

"I follower Vietnamese ancestral worshipping mixed with Buddhism, and I'm not even sure I buy what ever my it sells, mate…" Bach stared at the blank lines under the statement and a smile crept on his face. He picked up the pen, tied to a pin on the door, and started scribbling on the paper.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Eric said not knowing whether or not he should stop the guy.

"I'm writing down what they want, a wish, or if they have half a brain, precious market data on how the public react to these bullshit."

"Really, what exactly are you writing?"

"I wish to be the ashen one with all my stats and inventory on NG+4", Bach let out a chuckle along with his answer.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"My character from Dark Souls 3", said Bach as he turned to his friend, "Dude, what super power would you want?"

"Seriously?", Eric took a glance at the rain then took a puff from his cigarette. He might as well humor the guy, "the power to create anything from my imagination."

"Eric Kim - The power to create anything from my imagination using my soul", the writer said as he scribbled on to the paper

"That's not what I said"

"A weakness is needed to make it sound interesting"

"Then what's the weakness for yours?"

"I come back to life after I die but I get to experience all the pain and there's a chance of going crazy and becoming a shambling zombie."

"You have too much free time", Eric said tiredly.

"Definitely", Bach started tapping his chin as for a find as he tried to find something else to troll the people who had put up the poster. "Have you watch any of those Chinese Cartoon recently?"

"You mean Anime" Eric answer with a not so subtle annoyance.

"Yeah, what was the last one you watch?"

"RWBY"

"Wouldn't it be considered as a Western cartoon?"

"Depends on who you asked, you actually watch it?"

"As you said, too much free time", said Bach as he went back to scribbling on to the poster, "We want to be in the world of RWBY with all of the above power."

Eric pinched his nose ridge as he read the "precious market data" his friend wrote, "You're a dick."

"And you are friend with one." Bach shrugged.

Both of them turned around to the sudden silent of he rain.

"Well look at that," Bach said as he held a hand out toward the street, devoid of a downpour from moments ago.

"Whatever, let's go", Eric stated tiredly.

Before they could take a step toward their apartment, lighting struck down in front of them. The blinding light was the last sight they saw as their consciousness was swept away.