Lupin Sansei or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the World
Hi! A friend has allowed me to post their fanfic and has requested to stay anonymous.
This fanfic details the events after Shin Lupin III and is written in the perspective of Monkey Punch, much like the mini novel "Lupin III, the Dream-eating Adventurer." I hope you enjoy my friend's work!
“Last Wednesday the news was made public. Lupin the Third and his gang had died in a horrible explosion in 1981. They really waited a whole year to make this public.”
“Now, I ask you my dear readers… Why do you think this was like this? Bureaucracy? Press rights? No, nothing like that… They wanted to confirm it, they wanted to make it official that this man was dead…”
“But if you ask me, my dear readers, I don't believe any of that garbage, Lupin the Third is still alive…!!”
“I don't have any proof or any idea where he might be right now, but one thing I can know and say with certainty is that wherever you think he is, he's not there…”
“The last time I heard about him through the news was that the famous Detective Starmo from the United States had died... no, he had been murdered…”
“The news presumed that Lupin had been in the city of San Francisco for a full week or even a month, but I myself can tell you with my hand on my heart that one day, before seeing that news I saw him circulating on the borders of the town where I live: Hokkaido, Japan…"
“He and I are no longer what you could call strangers, but the last time I documented anything about him was during my short stay in New York."
“I saw him in a situation that was completely incomprehensible to me. He was simply buying fruits at the store I always go to. But this time I decided that I would be the one who would start everything, I would be the one who would start the conversation, but when I arrived, he was no longer there.”
“You saw him?” I asked the lady who owns the place. “Did you see that man? It was Lupin…!!!”
“As if it was a bad joke, the lady looks at me with a naive face and tells me that she doesn't know that man.”
“Now I ask you, my dear readers, how is this possible? How can a man steal the Statue of Liberty and then be forgotten from the collective consciousness?”
“In the time that I have been writing this diary, I have received many letters of admiration and appreciation, people casually tell me that they love my character… Now, I need to leave something very clear, this man is real, he's not fiction, Even I had trouble accepting that I live in the same reality as him, but yes, I can confirm and maintain without a doubt in my soul that Lupin the Third is real.”
“This does not mean that with his death the stories in this diary have ended, not at all, my dear readers, I still have many experiences to tell about him.”
“Why? You see, at the moment I left the store already disappointed, after trying to make the lady understand the seriousness of the situation she had just experienced, she interrupts me and says:
“That boy, Lupin, left you a piece of paper. He told me to give it to you.”
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“I have big plans, I want you to pay attention to the world.”
The End.
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I meant to post this earlier but I had to share the conversation I overheard at lunch. I was in the booth section minding my own business when suddenly I hear, "I THOUGHT AXOLOTLS WERE POKEMON". This bitch thought Whooper was just what people meant when they were talking about axolotls.
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