Chapter 24: The Good, The Bad And The Imposter Part 2 (1/2)
”Why do I have to take the reject onboard for?” Monty snapped eyeing down Emil with spite. ”It's an insult that I have to even be in the same room as a half-blood.”
”Well, this is what happens when you pick a fight with strangers who turn out stronger than you Monty!” His father snapped. ”Your brother has already had his rights revoked, and he'll have to earn the family name once more. We Montagues know nothing but respect and honour. You were lucky to get out of the situation without any controversies. Something with that high calibre could get your name revoked from the records too, and you don't want that do you?”
”No… but with the imposter? It's insulting.”
”Would you rather team up with Jinx? Or maybe we could get you teamed up with Florence?”
Monty spat at the comment waving his arm around. ”Forget those rejects. Fine, I'll take the fake. Happy?”
Monty turned ready to leave as his father placed a hand on his shoulder. ”I'm only doing what is best for you, you know that Monty? As a Montague, we have to represent everybody before us. We are the high and mighty of V.I.R.A.L. Any bad press against us would be tragic. You understand, right?”
”Honour and respect. Hear you loud and clear old man.” Monty spoke, walking past Emil. ”Are you coming imposter?”
Emil was leaned upon the pillar as he smirked following behind. ”Must be quite the ordeal if I'm stuck getting babysitting duties from Monty Montague. Take it, it has something to do with the fight a few months back.”
Monty turned around, pointing his finger at Emil. ”I don't want to hear a fucking peep from you imposter, got it? It's bad enough I get shown up by some fucking nobody in a convenience store, but now my fans have to see me with the likes of you. As if my reputation wasn't already questioned.”
”Who gives a fuck about some air bender wearing a bib? He wouldn't dare mess with you after what you did. I still don't understand why you dropped the charges.”
”It's to show power. I could easily let the kid rot away, but that's no fun. If I give him false hope and a way out, he'll try and take it only to fail and fall to my boot. I want to see him fall with my own two eyes.”
Emil smirked shrugging it off. ”I don't think I've ever seen you so worked up before. You need to chill bro, you're a huge streamer with no signs of stopping. This team Rhapsody will be nothing more than a bad dream in a few months.”
”Whatever.” He hissed storming out of the Montague HQ. He began playing with his phone readying a stream as he grumbled. ”And don't call me bro, you're the furthest thing from a brother.”
Emil flinched for a split moment before building his carefree persona back up. ”Still on about that, huh? Not like I care but whatever. What sort of stream do you want to do then?”
Monty crossed his arms still torn up and pissed. ”Streaming is the last thing I want to do right now.”
”Really? I thought with the whole buzz Team Rhapsody are getting with their stream takedowns you would be more motivated to keep ahead of them.”
”Me? Ahead of me?! Give me a break. Like a bunch of misfits, freaks could become more popular than the Montagues. Do what you want with the stream I want to get something to eat.”
Emil shook his head sighing as he set up five of Monty's drones. Each one turned on broadcasting the stream. He quickly caught up with Monty as the streamer was giving no one any time. He would usually give many fans the cold shoulder out of his character. Still, this time it looked and felt personal scaring many fans away. ”If you want to be the number one streamer this isn't how you go about it.”
”Like you know any better imposter. Did my father give you a pep talk or something?”
”He's my father too.”
”Ha, I almost the old man brought up such a mistake. The sight of you just makes me sick. A Bastard in the ranks you should have stayed with your slutty mother.”
Emil took a long sigh, not letting the comments get to him as he entered the local supermarket going through snacks for the stream ahead. Peering at the stream chat all he noticed was how much Monty was being praised and loved by his obedient fanbase. They were most likely little kids who loved watching him flex his fame and fortune. ”Douchebag…”
”What was that, imposter?”
Emil grabbed a small can of soda and an ice cream grumbling. ”I said family drama for the audience is cool and all, might just boost your views but isn't this a bit much.”