Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 169. Teddy

Ten minutes... I had around ten minutes if I conjured up one thing. Damn, that’s a huge upgrade.

After experimenting a bit, I discovered that with a simple thought, I could put the things I took out of my memory back again.

That meant no more annoying needles to conjure up.

Then, when conjuring up two things, I found they stayed outside for about two minutes. For three things, it was around one minute.

Though I would prefer if the time I had for one or two things would simply lengthen instead of giving me the chance to get more items out. If I conjured up four things now, everything would reset automatically, but I didn’t need that feature anymore.

I don’t need many items; I need my cigarettes, and I need my gun. With the ability to put the conjured-up stuff away, resetting the time so easily, there was no need for more things to conjure. Very good. Time to kneel down in front of my ability again.

That was when another good friend came by: paranoia. Looking up, I only then checked for cameras; it seemed I had become too accustomed to a world with no electronics. I didn’t find one on the ceiling or anywhere else. I heard footsteps in the corridor and a conversation.

"If you try that again, you’ll get real problems."

"I didn’t do a thing." A man replied, his voice sounding a bit familiar.

"Stay quiet as long as you want; this matter will come to light anyway." A guard arrived in front of my cell, together with a big man covered in tattoos.

He had very short, light blond hair, and when he saw me, his eyes lit up. I stared at him as he was let inside my cell, uncuffed, and the guard disappeared again without even looking at me.

"Man, you have really gone and done it." My new prison mate approached me and patted my shoulder, giving me the chance to flip the coin.

Back of my hand, gold; correct past of this dude.

A big, tall man lay on top of the bunk bed. He looked over at the man with reddish-brown eyes, who was pacing around erratically, speaking in a frenzy.

"Between 13:35 and 14:00, the guards outside the dining room change. Do they think I’m dumb? That Black guy’s keycard, the wizard’s key. It’s easy; it’s so damn easy. I will be out of here in a minute, I tell you." Walking up and down like a maniac, he smiled while nibbling on his nails.

"Straight ahead, left. Wait. Straight ahead, right. That wizard jerk wants a price, and he won’t get it, that bitch. The food truck is always there on Thursdays; the guards are so dumb. So damn dumb."

"You really think you won’t get caught?" The tall man on the bed asked with a laugh.

"Shut the fuck up, Teddy. You know what I’m capable of." The man stopped in his tracks and smiled at his prison mate before he continued to wander manically around the small cell.

"I know, but I also know that the stuff you have pumped through your veins has made you dumber than straw." He laughs.

"You’ll see when I’m out of here."

Coming back, I looked at the man in front of me, only to find he really resembled the Teddy from our world, just with a bunch of tattoos and hair instead of a bald head.

"Open your eyes clearly; don’t you see that I look nothing like that junkie shit?" I couldn’t stop my mouth, feeling offended by being compared to this new counterpart, but mostly by discovering that all my counterparts were just shittier than the last.

"You really look—wait, you’re not Kenny?" Teddy asked me, and I raised my eyebrows at him as if to ask if that could even be a question.

"Not your Kenny, at least; I’m something like his younger and more handsome doppelgänger." The Kenny I saw in my vision was as old as Henry, maybe around his mid-twenties, so the contrast didn’t seem that big. But I suspect that because of apparent drug abuse, Kenny3 looked like something scraped off the street.

If this was really Kenny3, I couldn’t put him together with the small, sweet child who had been abducted by Henrietta3. On the other hand, everyone had been a sweet or not-so-sweet child at some point.

Just perfect. The first one is a woman-beater and a murderer, and the next one is a junkie and probably also a murderer.

"They made a mistake?" Teddy asked, leaning down to me and looking closer at my face.

"They fucking did. Now tell me why I have been locked up." I let him look as much as he wanted while I examined his forehead. There was no scar; his tattoos didn’t cover his forehead, just his eyelids, cheekbones, neck, and arms, looking surprisingly well done.

Could it be that Teddy was my connection to a good tattoo artist in both worlds? At least the one from my old world would have been, if he hadn’t tried to play games with me.

Teddy distanced himself and sat on the toilet without taking off his pants, fortunately.

"The usual: manslaughter, murder."

"And who exactly did this prick murder?" I glanced at the chains on my wrists.

"A few girls, black-haired."

"Fantastic. Just fantastic. Do you know why?" I could already guess.

"Don’t know." He shrugged.

"He had a real grudge against black-haired people."

"Mhm. I do, too." So, was it really Kenny3? After getting a vision of the little Henrietta3 wanting to kill him, he then went and killed girls similar to her?

"Damn." I lay down on the bed again to rest.

Fuck.

Henry, hurry the hell up and use your power as a commander to get me out of here.

"Ah, Teddy. Who did your tattoos? I want some as well."

"She comes tomorrow to do a touch-up on me... but they are pissed at you. They wouldn’t give you such a privilege; hell, they won’t even uncuff you for the upcoming time." He pointed out the obvious.

We heard footsteps and saw a guard arriving at our door.

"Howard, stand up. You’ll get interrogated."

Perfect, just what I wanted. I’ll go get myself some privileges now.