Ok this was in my head for a loooong time
The main 4 x young hank! Reader
So reader is from another universe where they are hank and they are actually too young like 10 or 12, while in there world Sanford, deimos, and 2bdamned are older than them, unlike hank they are obedient and weak but they are faster than hank and too kind.
So what if the main 4 meet reader By them accidentally opening a universal portal that blasts a small hank(aka you) that's all beat up as the main 4 see another Auditor but the portal closes before Auditor could get to it and the main 4 find out that you are actually a ten year old getting their ass beat by Auditor
Also the other Auditor in the portal was enraged that a you actually damaged their non-physical form with a cute kitty knife :)
I love it! We love a murderous child!
Also, I am so sorry for the delay! Felt kind of unmotivated yk
Readerâs pronouns are they/it for this one.
Cw: blood, gore, mentions of violence
(Main 4 + young Hank! Reader)
Just another day for the S.Q, it was dark and rainy, people were entering and leaving the building, either returning or leaving from missions, or leaving for a smoke, like Deimos was. Standing under the entrance along with the S.Q guards, making a little chit chat, they didnât mind that he smoked so he stayed there, Doc has been pestering him to smoke outside since the smell covered the entire building. Deimos donât really care where he smokes so he complied. It was a day like any other but there was something wrong, it was overly peaceful. Everyone knows Nevada is not a safe place at all and any soothing and quiet moment is a state of alert for anything to happen. Deimos looked around the streets, strangers having a little walk, no umbrella to protect themselves, wet paper getting stuck on the pavement, full of rain puddles. Everything seemed weird and the anticipation was getting not only him but the guards as well.
ââŚSoâŚdid you guys sleep well today?â
âI did thanks for asking Dave.â
âMe too, thanks Dave.â
âYouâre welcome yeah.â
It was starting to get awkward. Deimos dropped his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, ready to leave when something shot right at one of the guardâs head.
It dented the cement wall, squashing Daveâs head and painting it red, the thing then fell on the ground. It looked like a purple ball. The remaining guard got in position as Deimos patted his clothes to find his pistol, remembering that he left it with his other jacket on the laundry room.
âBoss we have a man down!â
The guard called on his talkie as they both took upon the portal that is formed before them. A shadowed figure glared at them before it closed. They looked at each other trying to figure out what the fuck happened as the purple bundle sat up and began to shake. The guard snapped his head right at it. Little arms flapping all around, little legs kicking up and down, it began to screech in anger, dirtying themselves with the blood of the dead guard.
âA kid? What the fuck.â
Soldiers started to come out of the HQ to find the confusing scene. A little grunt throwing a tantrum surrounded by gore on the ground. Some tried to approach them, asking the kid where their parents were, but they were only met with resistance and cat scratches to the face. The child refused to stand or move so one of the more compassionate soldiers decided to lift them up in order to bring them to the boss, not wanting to leave the kid alone. Deimos just watched the scene unfold, trying to keep a deadpan face as the soldier was being hissed and scratched at by the little guy. He wanted far away from that kid.
Hearing their own name at the intercom was never fun, Deimos was already forming an explanation as to why whatever he did was wrong and he would DEFINITELY never do it again. Doc was always a pain on his side, being monitored 24/7 because he couldnât be left alone or else âa ruckusâ would happen, whatever that meant. That was the original reason why Sanford was so close to him to begin with, being tasked by their boss to keep a eye on the man and keep him in line. What Doc did not expect tho was that instead of being influenced by Sanfordâs serious and militaristic persona, Deimos was the one who influenced him to be more open and rebel up. So the only change was the name beside his that was called. This case was no different. Both were walking towards Docâs office, discussing what could have been wrong.
âYou did not take the lemons out of the vents last time and I know.â
âI did! I remember doing it! I think.â
âThe building is still infested with flies you definitely didnât.â
Upon opening the officeâs doors, a purple shadow just dashed past them, knocking Deimos on the ground. They could hear the frustrated groan of Doc who approached them.
âGreat you idiots couldnât knock on the door before entering.â
Deimos sat up and looked at his boss, taking notice of how ruined the office looked.
âThat was the child who was spat out of the portal earlier. The one you just let loose on the base. I am cutting your payment.â
âWhat are we supposed to do?? Like??â
âI called you here to babysit that abomination at least until we know what to about it. But since they just ran away, your duty is to catch it.â
Deimos got up from the ground.
âDo we look like nannies to you?? Hell to the NO we are taking care of that kidâ
âDo you remember your contract Deimos?â Doc takes out the document that was conveniently hidden on his pocket, he pointed at Deimos signature, written with pink glittery scented pen, the only one available on the moment of signing, he could still smell the strawberries on it. He rolled his eyes.
âHey buddy,â Sanford put a hand on his shoulder âsânot a big deal! We dealt with far worse shit than that.â
Sanford definitely regret those words. It was a game of cat and mouse. Sanford knew what he was expected to do on this job, but out of everything, THIS had to be the worse and most embarrassing. Following the bloodied stripes down the hallways led them to find the kid making tricks with their roller skates on the cafeteria, currently rolling on top of the tables, jumping on one to another and knocking the hungry hirelings food off their trays. Sanford quickly ran and jumped on it, dashing after the little grunt. He thought about what his mom would do in this situation. She always told him he was a very calm child and never caused any trouble, but when something did happen she normally said the magic words that got any kid excited.
âHey kid how about we take a little break huh?? How about ice cream?â
They just spun around to face him and stopped on their tracks. Sanford was not quick enough to stop and slipped on a spaghetti plate and flew off above the kid and falling right on a wandering troop passing nearby. Sanford cursed and quickly got up, half apologizing to the poor troop squished on the ground and looked around to see that the kid was nowhere to be found. Deimos arrived panting and gasping for air.
âHaa where.. hoo where did the kid go??â
âI have no idea.. maybe the gymnasium? Itâs the nearest path for them to disappear to quickly.â
âYea.. maybe they have gone there..â
âYou ok there buddy?â
âNo..can we do a little pause??â
âWe donât really have time for pauses dude.â
Sanford sighed and knelt down for Deimos to latch on his back. When he felt Deimos arms around his neck he got up.
âWe canât keep doing this all the time when we are in a chase bud.â
âWhat? Itâs not my fault my lungs are shit!â
Sanford side eyed him for a moment because it was definitely his fault.
Going on the direction of the gym, Sanford internally cheered to see the red stripes on the floor to itâs direction. Busting doors open, both men followed the stripes until it came to an end. Taking their face of the ground, before them stood none other than Hank, holding the kid by the scruff of the neck. He was doing his daily training when the little grunt zoomed by him, quickly getting snatched by Hank and lifted to his view. Sanford and Deimos took a sigh of relief to see the kid finally contained. Both never wanted to hug Hank so bad in their lifes.
âHank! Our hero!â Deimos slipped off of Sanfordâs back âYou got them!â
Hank just looked at the boys and then at the child, who was comically trying to kick and punch him to no avail. He tilted his head to show his confusion, not really getting what the two where on about. Sanford took the kid from Hankâs hand and held it at a distance. It was when he realized how.. alike, the two were. Both Hank and the kid wore long clothes that hid their skin and wore colorful goggles to protect their eyes. Not counting the helmet and roller skates the kid wore, also the skirt that matched their colorful pants. Other than that both were pretty similar.
âHuh..â Deimos seemed to notice also, looking back and forth at the two Hanks before him. âPfft hahaha this thing looks EXACTLY like you!â
Hank just gave a grunt in response and turned back to finish his curls.
âOh! Oh! How about we call them Kid Hank? Kank??â
Sanford shook his head âIt doesnât matter right now we need to take them somewhere safe and entertaining to pass the timeâ
âWell the gym seems like a good pick, thereâsa lot of cool things to play with and climb.â
Sanford thought for a second, it might be a good idea, the gym always was a playground for him when he was a small grunt himself.
âOk letâs just let âem roam free here, itâs best to lock the door so they canât escape.â
The rest of the afternoon was way less stressful. The only thing they had to worry about was the kid not dropping something heavy on themselves. Or fell on something blunt or sharp where their skater gear didnât protect. They refused to take those roller skates off tho, so management should go more harder when they wanted to jump on the trampoline. Currently Deimos and Sanford were sitting on a bench besides the water fountain, taking care of the kiddieâs bag while they hanged and swing off the polia, with Hank pushing them. Deimos played with the bagâs keychains, looking at the silly designs and colors.
âWhere did a kid found those? lolâ
He decided to snoop inside the bag as well, only to be met with countless of weapons, colorful knives decorated with stickers and glitter, sharp scissors themed after cartoon characters, nerf guns (with pins instead of soft foam darts) and tiny brass knuckle rings with even more stickers. Maybe this kid was more alike Hank than he initially thought.
âTake your hands off of this Deimos! Itâs not yours!â
âWtf bro I was just looking for a card or paper with this kidâs guardianâs info damb.â
Sanford chuckles at his friendâs antics and goes back on watching Hank play with mini Hank. To his surprise Hank was fairly gentle pushing the kid on the polia, never in his live he thought he would see someone like Hank be so delicate. Though everything went on shambles as Hank gave a hard push and the kid let go of the polia, hitting hard on the wall.
Suddenly the gym doors were kicked open by doc. Deimos and Sanford jumped while Hank just stared at him. Doc marched to the kidâs direction and picked it up from the floor, then marched back to leave the gym, passing by the bench to pick the kiddie bag too. The three only looked at the distancing doc on the hallways.
âWe can stop babysitting now right?â
Doc managed to find a way to contact the Auditor, who gave him a portal opening device to bring the kid back to where they came from. Before he could turn to his office, the kid tugged on his shirt collar, looking up at him with a bruised cheek. Doc paused upon seeing it, quickly turning the other way around to medical.
M.D Skinner looked at the bundle on Docâs arms being put on the mat, now sitting and kicking their legs. He asked no questions as he went to work, putting in some ice on the bruise and attending other unseen wounds on their body. They played with his coat sleeves during the check up, also taking a hold of the stethoscope around his neck. He let the kid listen to their own heartbeat and let them hold other medical instruments. Doc watched the scene with great interest, never really witnessing a caring relationship throughout his whole life. Soon when the child was all patched up, Skinner gave the results. The kid had some non reversible injuries, that was the lack of their lips, but it didnât seem to impair them. Skinner gave them a little lollipop and excused himself, wishing the both a great day.
Doc took little Hank back to his office, that was still in shambles. He put them on the table, glad that they already seemed tired from playing so much and now distracted with a lollipop, so they arenât as energetic as before. Taking the portal opening device and placing it on the ground, everything was ready.
âReady to go home buddy?â
The kid nodded their head, they were kinda sleepy. Upon activating the portal, a shadowed white figure immediately bursted through it, with flaming purple eyes glaring at the two. The figure took a pink decorated knife off of its form and threw at the table, besides mini Hank, who immediately brightened up upon seeing it.
âThis child was spat off of a portal earlier this day. It must be yours.â
The figure turned to Doc. âThis little monster always causes trouble back there. It fell through it while I was trying to catch it.â
âWell itâs here now you can have it-â
The table was now empty, looking around the office only a purple blur could be seen entering the portal. The other Auditor began to shake.
It immediately ran back through the portal, beginning another chase with the kid. Doc could only shake his head, feeling a strong sense of deja-vu seeing all of this.
That was kind of long haha I am really sorry if anything was ooc qwq I also drew kid Hankâs design for this fanfic! Hope you like it! Stay safe đ
