The Life of Busby

The Life of Busby is a novel, as the main character John Busby struggles to have the experience of a lifetime in Las Vegas.
= Prologue =
”My life is worthless.”
Those exact words had repeated in my head. I had won something but lost it. ”How?” you may ask. Read this book, and you will find out.
= Chapter 1 =
I was playing on Roblox when suddenly, I saw I had a friend request from freerobbocks. It looked very official, with Roblox even joining in my game and whispering to me to accept. I gladly accepted the request since I had no robux. I regret this now but I thought this was official, not a scam.
One day later I received a notification: I had won 5 million robux! I cheered, then I noticed - I had to go to Las Vegas to claim it. I gave him my address and the tickets were in the mail some 7 hours later. I packed up with shirts, shorts, and other necessities, but just as I was about to leave, the garage door exploded. A strong man with a mask walked through the door like that famous hero behind an exploding building scene. Producing an exact but plastic replica of my car key, he drove off before I could squeeze his hands and turn him in for burglary. Now this was getting ridiculous. A message popped up in the private chat between me and Mr. “Free Robbocks”. It read “Hello, I am James. METRO CITY I have got your car ADOPT ME and am driving towards Missouri. BROOKHAVEN I can’t believe you fell for SLAP BATTLES it.” Another dude casually strolled in and his hands had a reflex and grabbed me by my ocean blue shirt. “I am Bam. I am James’ assistant,” Bam read nervously from a sweat-filled piece of paper. He then dropped the fragile parchment to the floor, ripping it apart. Bam shook and shook until I made a sound. “HELP!” I screamed, and that caught the attention of him, throwing me like I was a very bad game rager throwing a controller. I hit a couch, back flipped onto a cabinet, and somehow managed to accidentally open a can of expired tuna (causing food poisoning) with my feet and throw it into my mouth. My car crashed into my house landing a 300 horsepower blow to my right cheek and throwing shards of glass into my eyes, then I headed downwards and got a brain-splitting headache from crashing into a wooden floor two times. I heard the muffled sound of Bam and James clapping their hands and cheering, and I whispered into my phone, “I guess why he’s called Bam.” Next, I remember I was being punched by Bam and James, and then their figures faded to black, and so did the background.
= Chapter 2 =
My eyes wavered as I sat up from the white bed. I could hear beeping and I was hooked up to an IV. Most of my limbs were in casts and my face had several skin grafts. A nurse strolled to me with a police officer. “We caught ‘em, those punchers,” he said, while another police officer brought Bam and James in handcuffs. “They’re goin’ to jail.” I was relieved and relaxed.