Man, that episode of Samurai Jack was sick!" I said, waving my hand like a sword.
"I admit it was pretty badass," Jolie replied with a pained look, "but I still prefer The Powerpuff Girls."
"But seriously, what was the point of you imitating Aku after only watching three episodes?" she said sarcastically.
"It's just a habit, Jolie. Even if he's kind of a fraud at times, that opening line of his is pure gold," I said, smiling cheerfully.
"Anyway, we should go to sleep. Tomorrow afternoon, we need to start digging into info about those threads and Daniel Ortega's plans," Jolie said, shifting to a more mature tone.
"Yeah, you're right. I was gonna wait two more days, but between all the university work and my anxiety, I didn't find the time," I said, rubbing the back of my neck with a shy smile.
"You've got to learn to manage that anxiety, Índigo. Uncontrolled stress is not good," Jolie warned. "Also, I'm kinda surprised a guy your age still wears cartoon pajamas." She pointed at me while letting out a sleepy yawn.
"Well, it's not that weird... but yeah, maybe I should stop," I replied sheepishly.
Just then, my little brother José Santini walked by and said:
"So the lovebirds were watching a show together like a couple... how lame and corny. I bet you were all cuddly too."
Blushing furiously and both annoyed and embarrassed, Jolie and I yelled:
"There's nothing going on, Santini! We're just friends and teammates!"
"Relax, I was just messing with you," my brother chuckled. "But looks like you've got a lot on your plate with that whole thread hunt and beating up dictators."
"Yeah... a lot," I replied, lowering my head.
The next day, after we both got back from university and work, we returned home. I immediately turned on my laptop to start digging for intel on Daniel Ortega and his dictatorship. That's when Jolie spoke up:
"Hey Índigo," she said brightly.
"What is it, Jolie? I'm kind of busy here looking up Ortega," I replied, scratching the back of my head.
"Check out my new outfit! I decided to go with a tropical vibe to deal with this dry season heat. So, how do I look?" she asked, holding her skirt out with her hands.
"Whoa... you look really pretty. That style really suits you," I stammered nervously, my hands trembling. "But I gotta focus. I need to find this info on Ortega ASAP."
"What did I tell you yesterday about managing your anxiety?" she scolded me, crossing her arms. "Your chi's going out of whack again—just look at your hands."
"Yeah... you're right. I need to control it," I said, bowing my head.
"Alright, keep looking," she said, calming down.
"Okay, I found something. According to this article, Daniel Ortega and Rosario Murillo are planning to execute people by throwing them into an active volcano if they oppose the constitution under their regime!" I said, alarmed.
"Ugh, that's disgusting. Two nearly senile old tyrants doing that to their own people?" Jolie said with disgust. "Is there more?"
"I think so, let me check—"
"What the hell?!" I shouted suddenly.
My laptop had just been hit by a cyberattack from some unknown source, and I was pissed.
- Damn, those two old farts knew we were going to find out their plans.
- And they sent us a damn cyberattack straight from their ugly faces! I said, really angry, starting to curse with my fists clenched.
- Hey, calm down, Indigo. Look at your hands, your chi is about to get out of control.
- Because of your anxiety attacks, I don't think they were the ones who did it, Jolie said, protective toward me.
- Yeah, I have to learn to control myself. I don't want my chi to get out of control.
- And in a way, you're right. They weren't the ones who caused it, they must have sent someone else, I said, not knowing who at the time.
- Yeah, we have to find out who did it and stop them. But wait, why does it feel like someone's teleporting here? Jolie said, feeling a strange sensation.
Right after she said that, Barron Trump, Donald Trump's son, appeared. I said:
- No way, more problems. Another one from Trumpete's family. What are you here to tell us? I said, suspicious.
- Nothing in particular, my friends. It's just that my dad got his ass kicked three days ago after his threats to take Greenland and control the Panama Canal.
- Plus a little detail: tariffs on Europe, Mexico, and Canada, Barron Trump said.
- Wow, that idiot and crazy Trumpete just won't stop with his nonsense, especially after the beating we gave him four days ago, I said with a confused look.
- Yeah, Indigo, dona Trompas really is a total lunatic.
- But back to the point, Barron, why did you teleport all the way here? Jolie said, suspiciously.
- To help you guys find the person who did the cyberattack on Indigo's laptop.
- I can help with my capuchin monkey form, plus I can fight with swords since I learned fencing in ninth grade, Barron Trump said, exaggerating and moving his hands dramatically.
- I don't know if we can trust you. Fighting alongside a family member of dona Trompas sounds weird to me, Jolie said, still suspicious, waving her hands side to side.
- Looks like we have no alternatives, Jolie. The more help, the better.
- But if he betrays us, we'll kick his ass all the way back to the White House, I said, trying to calm her down.
- You're absolutely right, Indigo.
- Alright, Barron, you're coming with us to find the guy who did the cyberattack on Indigo's laptop, Jolie said, more confident, shaking his hand.
- Awesome, I promise not to disappoint you.
So we started investigating who caused the cyberattack on my laptop while trying to find information about Daniel Ortega's regime, but we had no luck because no one in Costa Rica had been sent by Ortega to do that attack. After failing several times, frustrated, I said:
- Damn it, we couldn't find the culprit sent by Daniel Ortega to do this to me! I said, slamming my desk.
Jolie noticed my state and said:
- Indigo, calm down, we'll find him. Don't get like this.
- Or you'll have another anxiety attack, Jolie added, looking at me trying to calm me down.
- Yeah, you're right, Jolie. But wait, my laptop is turning back on, I said, coming back to my senses, surprised by the message. Jolie read it and said:
- Yeah, I see it, Indigo, and it looks like it says this: "If you want to know the truth, you have to go to the Marco Picado studio in San José at 6:30 PM."
- I don't know that studio, Indigo. I've only been in Costa Rica two days. Do you know it? Jolie said, quite puzzled.
- Yeah, I know it. It's where they record Chinamo, the New Year's Eve party that happens every year.
- But we don't have a choice. If we want to know the truth, we have to go to that studio, I said, pounding my fist.
- Yeah, we should go even if I don't know it.
- Hey, son of dona Trompas, will you help us find the two-legged rat who did the cyberattack on Indigo's laptop? Jolie said, ready for the situation.
- No problem, I'm excited to check out that place.
- Plus, I can be useful in this fight, Barron Trump said, putting his hand behind his head.
- Alright, we're going to that studio to find the bastard who did that cyber hack, I said confidently, inspired by myself.
After that, we left for the studio. It took just over 50 minutes, and when we arrived, we felt a bit uncertain entering. Even Jolie found the place weird, while Barron admired it like it was the last Coke in the desert. I won't summarize this part too much, so after some small talk, we went to the upper part of the studio, where a mysterious voice greeted us, saying:
- What an unexpected surprise—the Autistic Technopath and Angelina Jolie, said the mysterious voice with a malicious tone while reclining in his chair.
- Yes, it's us. Reveal yourself, dude, we're not afraid, I said threateningly, pounding my fists.
- Well... well, as you wish, said the mysterious voice revealing himself. Surprised, I said:
- So you were the one, Julián! The dude who sent me the message and also the one who did that cyberattack on my laptop! I said, very surprised.
He said:
- Surprised? Ortega sure paid me well for this.
- But I had no reason to do it. You just seemed annoying, so this was planned from the start, Julián said, looking maliciously.
Jolie said:
- Annoying, huh? What a stupid motivation, calling me Angelina Jolie—I don't even look like the actress, dude!
- Nor is Indigo a toonophile like Brad Pitt, Jolie said, looking disgusted at him.
He replied:
- It might sound stupid, but honestly, I can't stand certain people, my dear girl with the Rayla hairstyle.
- Also, I wanted to stop you from interfering in corrupt politicians' affairs.
- So you won't defeat me as easily as it seems.
- Hey, who's this weird gringo with you? Julián said, moving his hands side to side, then asking about the guy.
- I'm Barron Trump, dude, and I'm here with my two friends, Indigo and Jolie, to stop you, Barron Trump said, defending himself.
We were quite surprised and said:
- Friends?! I said, surprised and taken out of context.
- Yeah, I'm just as shocked, Indigo. I don't know what's up with this jerk, Jolie said, also taken out of context, looking annoyed.
- It's very strange, but like Trumpete's son said, we will defeat you, I said, shaking off my doubts and getting ready to fight.
- Alright, whatever you say, skinny.
- Let's start a no-mercy, no-nonsense fight!
After that, he started throwing holograms at us—parody versions of 2025 live-action characters like Snow White and Zoro from One Piece, along with some cyber crocodiles.
That's when the real fighting began.
Jolie and I decided to fight the woke chick who looked like a mix of Eugenio Derbez and a failed cosplay. But just as I was about to strike, she summoned a computerized bull that knocked me into the wall, forcing me to deal with the cyber crocs while Jolie was left alone to face her.
At that moment, the woke hologram summoned a horde of cyber carnivorous animals, but Jolie dodged some of them with acrobatic maneuvers. Even so, a computerized tiger managed to land a hit on her, leaving her nearly defeated. The woke hologram smirked and said:
"You're practically dying. And here I thought you were tougher, Ávila.
I bet that dumb dark-skinned dude Indigo made you weak and fragile."
Furious, Jolie shouted back:
"That's not how it is, you empathy-less woke piece of code!
Here's a little gift from me, you pathetic knockoff of Rachel Zegler!"
Right then, Jolie's Aztec necklace lit up briefly, giving her the strength she needed to defeat the hologram—though not without effort.
"Wait... I don't know what I just unlocked, but it felt awesome, didn't it, Indigo?"
Jolie looked both surprised and thrilled.
"Yeah, super cool—but help me out here! These crocs are wrecking my gear!" I said, extremely stressed and on the verge of an anxiety attack.
"Alright, I got you, Indigo!"
She helped me out, and together we beat the cyber crocs. As for Barron, he went full beast mode—blocking attacks in his capuchin monkey form, using sticks instead of swords. Even though he took some light damage, he managed to defeat the Zoro hologram.
After we beat all the holograms, I said:
"Man, that was tough. But now it's time to deal with that bastard Julián." I clenched my fist and headed toward him.
"Hold up, Indigo," Jolie warned, "look at you—your body's shaking again. You're going to have another anxiety attack."
"She's right, dude. You're in bad shape. Get it together," Barron added, genuinely concerned.
"I'm fine. I promise," I said, trying to calm everyone down.
"Alright, but take care of yourself, Indigo," Jolie said softly.
I then walked up to Julián. No words. He started launching brutal attacks with his guitar, shooting at me with insane accuracy. I barely managed to block his strikes using laptop-shaped energy shields, but he broke right through them and beat me down hard with his guitar.
While hitting me, he shouted:
"You're pathetic, Indigo!
You think you're a big deal just because you punched Trump in the face? Please—you only won with your little girlfriend's help!
And your personality? You're the most annoying guy I've ever met."
Enraged, anxious, and pushed to my limit, I exploded:
"That's not true!"
Right then, my chi went out of control. I transformed into a wild, furious version of myself and began throwing fans and computers at Julián with my telekinesis, nearly beating him to death.
Just as I was about to finish him, Jolie stepped in and cried out:
"Indigo, stop! If you keep going, you're going to kill him! Think about the consequences!
You're not what he says you are. Sure, you're a bit naïve and immature sometimes, but you've shown you have a good heart!
You can accomplish anything if you keep trying to improve!
Nothing will separate us, because together, we're unstoppable!
So please—calm down, for me and everyone you care about!"
Her words brought me back. I dropped out of that berserk state, walked over to Jolie, and hugged her tightly.
"Thanks, Jolie... I almost lost it completely."
Tears ran down my face.
"You really need to work on that, Indigo. You nearly went full psycho," she said, concerned but composed.
"You're right. Now I need to ask Julián what Ortega is really planning."
I turned to him, still mad but calmer:
"Hey, Julián. If you worked with Ortega, then tell us—what exactly is he planning?"
"Okay, okay! Just don't freak out on me again, dude! That stuff hurt!
Look... Ortega plans to execute over a million opposition members by throwing them into active volcanoes on March 29th.
He wants to build an even more cruel and authoritarian regime in Nicaragua.
That's all I know. Now leave me alone!"
Julián stood up, beat down and bitter.
"A more cruel and authoritarian regime... That's going to be a major problem before we even get to the thread hunt," I muttered.
"Don't worry, Indigo. If we managed to take down Doña Trompas, we can handle Ortega too," Jolie said with a determined smile, raising her fist.
"You're right, my friend. But what about Julián?"
"Don't worry about me. I'm heading home on my anti-gravity guitar-skateboard," he grumbled. And just like that, the dude took off.
"And you, Barron? What now?" I asked.
"Heading back to the White House. I've had enough adventures for one day.
But hey—it was fun solving this case with you guys," he said, doing some weird finger gesture before teleporting away with three flips.
"Well... that was weird," I muttered. "But back to the chi thing—looks like this Aztec necklace from my grandfather might actually help me unlock it," Jolie said, full of hope.
"Yeah, that makes sense. But it's something for another day. We should rest after that fight," I replied, exhausted.
"Agreed. Let's go home," Jolie said, calmly.
We left on my anti-gravity bike and headed back.
Meanwhile...
"Ugh! That damn traitor Julián told those brats our plan!" Rosario Murillo shouted.
"Especially that brat Jolie Ávila with her grandma hair!"
"Calm down, honey. I know exactly who to send to stop and kill that girl," Ortega said, watching a group of unfamiliar teen girls.
"Let's hope this works, darling. That duo is seriously annoying.
One day, I want to see them fall," Rosario added, finally cooling down—though still furious.
"And one day... they will," Ortega said, eyes burning like twin flames.