How AAOOOSC! Got Started!

Antti rang the doorbell to Brian's house, holding a covered tray of food.
Brian opened the door slightly, since it was locked by the golden chain. "Oh, wait, hold up a moment." He closed the door, making some scratching sounds from behind the door, then opened the door fully. "Okay, come on in."
Antti walked in the house while Brian closed the door behind him. "Here's some food I made for you." He turned around, holding out the tray.
"Oh, that's unnecessary, Antti. But thank you, anyways." Brian took the tray and put it aside. "Are you busy? I need to talk to you about something."
Antti sighed. "I have some time."
"Alright good. Sit with me." Brian walked over to his sofa and Antti sat next to him. "Antti, don't punish yourself for what you did to me, just let it go. The past is in the past, there's nothing you can do about it. I'll be fine, trust me. I don't need to deal about Jimmy and his gang anymore. I don't need to deal about making sure the GHP is on the right track. Don't feel sorry for me or for yourself. I will be fine, you'll be fine. Forget about what happened, I forgive you, okay?"
Antti smiled a bit. "Really?"
"Yes. I'm serious about what I just said.
"Thank you."
"'Kiitos' is thank you in Finnish, right?"
"Yea, kiitos."
"You're welcome, my Finnish friend." Brian patted Antti's shoulder.
Antti chuckled a bit. "Okay, I'll stop dwelling over the past and stuff."
"Good--that'll make me happy. But I have to talk about something else."
"And what is that?"
"I have made my mind on who'll be the next Master of the GHP."
"Really? Who?"
"You."
Antti blinked for a moment. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait-- Me?"
"Yes, you."
"Why didn't you choose Patrick or Jonathan or Sidney? Why me?"
"Well, not everyone can be a Master of the GHP, Antti. You got to have the qualities to be one. You got to have the wisdom, the courage, strength, all that stuff. And you're perfect for the position."
"But I don't have like half of that stuff."
"Oh, I know you do; you just gotta find it inside you. You're gonna be a great Master, Antti."
"Uhhh...kiitos." Antti was shocked--he didn't know what else to say.
"Here's my intercom." Brian gave the intercom box over to Antti. "I won't be needing it anymore."
"You're not gonna contact us anymore? Not even Gorman?"
"Like what I said, I'm not part of that business. I'm now a regular everyday goalie in the NHL."
"Oh..." Antti took the box and looked down at it. "I'll keep it safe."
"Okay, good. I still can't believe though that we couldn't get back Patrick's intercom from Jimmy. I destroyed it with voice, though." Brian chuckled a bit. "I forgot to tell you that. At least he can't contact us anymore." He winked. "But you can give that intercom to anyone you'll like. Maybe to Patrick."
Antti shook his head. "Sorry, but I don't trust him with an intercom after what happened." He chuckled.
"Yea, that kid's something else." They both laughed. "But you're still gonna keep him as the spy, right?"
"Yes, of course. He's good for that position with the invisibility and that bow and arrow."
"Of course. But you should go--tell the whole world that you are now the Master!" Brian made a motion with his hands to get Antti off the sofa.
"Alright." Antti got up. "Thank you for everything, Brian. It was nice working with you."
"Same here. Come back anytime, if you'd like. Okay?"
"Alright, bye!" Antti began to head out the door.
He began to walking down the sidewalk of Brian's neighborhood, into the heart of St. Louis. Quietly and happily, he began to sing: "And I am finally freeeeee, I can do anything. Nothing can go wrong, 'cause I'm the Master of the GGGGHP! And I'veeeee been hoooolding, oooon toooo the last string of hope. And IIIIII neeeever had leeet go, of something so precious that gave neeeew life to meeeeee!"

The End.

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