people are terrified of me

@fearophile

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“It’s uh Unity” The hunter corrected, unsure if Jack actually knew his name ; he was yet to use it, after all. He took a moment, trying to construct a viable answer to Jack’s question. He had flown solo as a hunter for at least a year - not knowing where many of them were.

“I’m…uh…not sure.” He admitted finally. “Wouldn’t you have tabs on them? Like you do on me?”

“ hunter. got it. “

jack relaxed back in his chair, leaning on his elbows again.

“ and, you know damn well who i am talking about. “

“Sanctuary, right.” Unity muttered under his breath, his fellow hunters - from whom he had estranged himself. He decided to ignore the lack of recognition regarding his name. He wasn’t looking for a legacy, anyways. “I haven’t seen them in a long time, almost a year now. What exactly do you need from me?”

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Unity fitted the chip into his ECHO, nodding. He tried to disregard the point Jack had made about other hunters being killed. He just wanted to stay alive, whatever the cost may be. And if that involved using his power - he would.

“So, what are my hours?” He asked, still under the blind naivety that this would be just the same as any other job.

“ and, by other hunters i mean the scum under my shoe, the parasites of pandora… the LIST goes on, my friend. “

jack shrugged, completely ignoring unity’s inquiries.

“ now tell me, hunter, where are your friends? “

“It’s uh Unity” The hunter corrected, unsure if Jack actually knew his name ; he was yet to use it, after all. He took a moment, trying to construct a viable answer to Jack’s question. He had flown solo as a hunter for at least a year - not knowing where many of them were.

“I’m...uh...not sure.” He admitted finally. “Wouldn’t you have tabs on them? Like you do on me?”

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Unity shook as he felt Jack’s breath on his neck, chilling him to the bone. He wanted to live. He swallowed, stepping back. He needed to think.

Handsome Jack wouldn’t let his worker die - would he? He kept that sentiment in his mind as he slowly nodded. “Alright, you’ve got yourself a worker.” He said, regretting it as soon as he said it.

“What do you need me to do?”

“ good. welcome to hyperion, kid. “

jack thought for a moment before tossing unity a small chip.

“ use this on your ECHO. should let you, er, not get killed. unlike the other hunters. “

Unity fitted the chip into his ECHO, nodding. He tried to disregard the point Jack had made about other hunters being killed. He just wanted to stay alive, whatever the cost may be. And if that involved using his power - he would.

“So, what are my hours?” He asked, still under the blind naivety that this would be just the same as any other job.

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His face visibly dropped. Unity thought he’d be in for money, fame, fortune. He was ready to drop vault hunting entirely, imagining a world where he could work for Jack in some sort of partnership. But now Jack was proposing a much simpler offer: “work for me or die”.

“I’m sorry - what?” Unity stuttered. “How am I meant to live? Eat? I hope you’re joking, Handsome Jack. I seriously do.”

“ i think you misunderstood me. “

jack leaned in closer, close enough to feel the other’s breath upon his neck. a scowl appeared on his artificial face - letting unity know he meant business.

“ work for me, or die. or, maybe, i could spare you for as long as you remain in this office for calling me by the right name. i can’t say anything for when you step foot outside, though. ”

Unity shook as he felt Jack’s breath on his neck, chilling him to the bone. He wanted to live. He swallowed, stepping back. He needed to think.

Handsome Jack wouldn’t let his worker die - would he? He kept that sentiment in his mind as he slowly nodded. “Alright, you’ve got yourself a worker.” He said, regretting it as soon as he said it.

“What do you need me to do?”

“Well…the fear detection part I can never turn off, per se” Unity explained, shrugging, allowing the reaper to dissipate.

“I used the manifestation to get out of fights at school, but since then - I’ve always needed allies. Vault hunting and all. I didn’t want to let it slip that I knew my friends deepest fears. I didn’t want them seeing me as a threat. So I just…never used it” He explained, daring to take a step closer towards Jack.

“So, Handsome Jack. What’s your proposal here?”

“ quite simple. “

jack’s feet s l i p p e d off the desk, allowing him to lean forward onto his elbows. his mask shifted subtly - && was fixed by a quick push with his fingers.

“ i want YOU to work for ME. and, in exchange, i won’t have you killed. simple, like i promised. “

His face visibly dropped. Unity thought he’d be in for money, fame, fortune. He was ready to drop vault hunting entirely, imagining a world where he could work for Jack in some sort of partnership. But now Jack was proposing a much simpler offer: “work for me or die”.

“I’m sorry - what?” Unity stuttered. “How am I meant to live? Eat? I hope you’re joking, Handsome Jack. I seriously do.”

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“Handsome Jack - of course.” Unity said, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Anyways, if you wish a demonstration-”

He stepped back, trying to remember the familiar steps it took to conjure a fear. He slowly fed off Jack’s deep down fear, well hidden, and the image of the grim reaper slowly began to form in his mind. Death was always a hard fear for Unity manifest, so he always tried to do what came naturally. Of course he could have just manifested a rat or a spider, but he wanted to demonstrate his fear detection too - something Jack may not have known about.

He swallowed, and soon a sickly green shadow of death was looming behind Jack. If everything had gone to plan, the businessman would experience the feeling of impending doom.

a creeping dread itched at the back of jack’s skull - but it was quickly quenched by the waters of FASCINATION as the reaper manifested in front of him. he reached out lazily to bat at it before turning his attention back to unity.

“ interesting. “ he noted. “ now, why haven’t we seen this in years? “

“Well...the fear detection part I can never turn off, per se” Unity explained, shrugging, allowing the reaper to dissipate.

“I used the manifestation to get out of fights at school, but since then - I’ve always needed allies. Vault hunting and all. I didn’t want to let it slip that I knew my friends deepest fears. I didn’t want them seeing me as a threat. So I just...never used it” He explained, daring to take a step closer towards Jack.

“So, Handsome Jack. What’s your proposal here?”

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He couldn’t lie. And why would he, if money was on the table? He nodded slowly - watching videos of his younger self conjuring spiders, grim reapers and rats. He didn’t want to stop and think about how Jack had exactly acquired these videos. Not yet.

Nonetheless, it was all as he expected.

“No, Jack. You have the right guy. It’s been a while since I used my power, though.”

“ demonstrate it for me. “

jack leaned back in his chair and folded his hands together into a tent. he placed his feet - crossed, of course - upon the desk, interrupting the footage for a brief moment before having it continue.

“ and, uh, please. it’s handsome jack. “

“Handsome Jack - of course.” Unity said, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Anyways, if you wish a demonstration-”

He stepped back, trying to remember the familiar steps it took to conjure a fear. He slowly fed off Jack’s deep down fear, well hidden, and the image of the grim reaper slowly began to form in his mind. Death was always a hard fear for Unity manifest, so he always tried to do what came naturally. Of course he could have just manifested a rat or a spider, but he wanted to demonstrate his fear detection too - something Jack may not have known about.

He swallowed, and soon a sickly green shadow of death was looming behind Jack. If everything had gone to plan, the businessman would experience the feeling of impending doom.

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Opportunity - right. Some sort of sick irony. He could have guessed he would have ended up here. He took in Jack’s presence. In the flesh, he was something else. Intimidating for sure.

Jack’s one fear was screaming in his mind - DEATH. Nothing else. Well, at least it was something he could work with.

Now, if Unity asked Jack if he knew about his power- he would be taking a major risk. He didn’t want to disclose any unnecessary information. He decided it wasn’t worth it.

Jack’s impromptu welcome was trailing off, and Unity looked up, meeting the man’s eyes.

“Go on-”

“ YOU have something that i need. “

two fingers slid forward, throwing up a few soundless videos on the holographic screen. it was of the other hunter displaying his acts of power - sickly green recreations of people’s fears.

“ or, am i mistaken? “

He couldn’t lie. And why would he, if money was on the table? He nodded slowly - watching videos of his younger self conjuring spiders, grim reapers and rats. He didn’t want to stop and think about how Jack had exactly acquired these videos. Not yet.

Nonetheless, it was all as he expected.

“No, Jack. You have the right guy. It’s been a while since I used my power, though.”

“ HEY, you there. “

jack’s rather handsome face popped up in the corner of the hunter’s vision, right next to the mini-map.

“ meet me in opportunity. i wish to speak to you. “

@fearophile // closed starter.

Unity knew Handsome Jack well. He knew the rumours and the allegations. But Unity also knew he was rich - filthy rich, and he needed money more than anything else.

He had a sneaking suspicion that he knew what Jack wanted him for. A haunting power he had kept hidden for so long. He knew everyone’s fear, and could use it against them at a click of his fingers. But he didn’t - he needed allies, not enemies. So he carried it with him, hidden.

But Jack wouldn’t know that. Unity showed no signs of the power since his teenage years. Suppressed it with all of his strength. He reassured himself as he punched “Opportunity” into the fast travel station, and let himself be transported.

jack watched as the hunter’s signature traveled across the network of hyperion fast-travel stations. he plucked the cluster of ones and zer0s and redirected it right into his offices - materializing right in front of his desk from a hidden node within it.

“ FIRST OF ALL, welcome to opportunity. “ he taunted, knowing full well why he brought him there. “ second of all, well… “

Opportunity - right. Some sort of sick irony. He could have guessed he would have ended up here. He took in Jack’s presence. In the flesh, he was something else. Intimidating for sure.

Jack’s one fear was screaming in his mind - DEATH. Nothing else. Well, at least it was something he could work with.

Now, if Unity asked Jack if he knew about his power- he would be taking a major risk. He didn’t want to disclose any unnecessary information. He decided it wasn’t worth it.

Jack’s impromptu welcome was trailing off, and Unity looked up, meeting the man’s eyes.

“Go on-”

“ HEY, you there. “

jack’s rather handsome face popped up in the corner of the hunter’s vision, right next to the mini-map.

“ meet me in opportunity. i wish to speak to you. “

@fearophile // closed starter.

Unity knew Handsome Jack well. He knew the rumours and the allegations. But Unity also knew he was rich - filthy rich, and he needed money more than anything else.

He had a sneaking suspicion that he knew what Jack wanted him for. A haunting power he had kept hidden for so long. He knew everyone’s fear, and could use it against them at a click of his fingers. But he didn’t - he needed allies, not enemies. So he carried it with him, hidden.

But Jack wouldn’t know that. Unity showed no signs of the power since his teenage years. Suppressed it with all of his strength. He reassured himself as he punched “Opportunity” into the fast travel station, and let himself be transported.

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Unity tried to hide his relief, a faint smile washing over his face. He brought his head up to look Aaron in the eyes. He didn’t like what he saw.

He looked distraught, terrified. Unity never wanted to see Aaron like this, but here he was. Unity wanted to cry.

“Aaron I…I never wanted to hurt you,”

“…but… you… did…”

The chair dissipated, leaving Unity to sit on the ground.

Unity yelped as he fell onto the ground. Somewhere deep down, he still thought he was going to die. The soft clunk of his metal arm reverberated through the mansion. He took a moment to compose himself.

“It wasn’t me, Aaron. The demon used me as a vessel. You know how it works.” Unity sighed, stumbling to his feet. Without thinking, he slowly opened his arms, allowing Aaron to make his own choice.

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Unity obliged, trying to hide his fear. “We used to split up on jobs, remember? But we always found each other. And I would just sink into your arms. I got scared really easily. I still do. But now I have flashbacks too.” Unity paused, that was beside the point.

“I remember how we’d dance. One time we parked up the van and listened to music all night. Vivi put on a slow song to tease us, but it ended up being one of the most passionate dances I ever experienced.”

“…I… remember…”

The lesser ghosts retreated, hiding themselves within Aaron’s blue heart.

“…I… do… remember…”

Unity tried to hide his relief, a faint smile washing over his face. He brought his head up to look Aaron in the eyes. He didn’t like what he saw.

He looked distraught, terrified. Unity never wanted to see Aaron like this, but here he was. Unity wanted to cry.

“Aaron I...I never wanted to hurt you,”

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Unity sighed as he noticed the flames still. Mere inches from his face, the heat was almost unbearable. But somehow, the memories of him and Aaron filled him with nostalgia, even as he was trying to kill him. He couldn’t help but smile.

“I…I remember how we used to lie in the back of the van. Just talking to each other. The TV was on, but we never watched it. You never liked the quiet.” Unity began, breathing heavily. “I remember the long car journeys, and you would moan because I was busy driving. You used to say I talked to Mystery” He laughed a little at the memory. “You kissed me in the middle of a job - not far from this mansion here. It was so sweet. So passionate. I was in love with you from the moment we first met, Aaron. Nothing can change that.”

“…”

The flames died down, revealing Aaron in his current state to Unity.

“…tell… me… more…”

Unity obliged, trying to hide his fear. “We used to split up on jobs, remember? But we always found each other. And I would just sink into your arms. I got scared really easily. I still do. But now I have flashbacks too.” Unity paused, that was beside the point.

“I remember how we’d dance. One time we parked up the van and listened to music all night. Vivi put on a slow song to tease us, but it ended up being one of the most passionate dances I ever experienced.”

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“Fuck!”

Unity screamed, rocking back and forth on his chair in anguish. He looked up through the flames, with pleading eyes. He didn’t want to die. Not without Aaron.

“Aaron - please! I’m sorry!” The ghost hunter begged, trying to reach out to Aaron, the bindings at his wrists forbidding him from doing so.

“…give… me… one… good… reason…”

At this point, Aaron was still folded on the floor - but the flames inched closer and threatened to catch clothing on fire at any moment in time.

“I-I love you - Aaron! I wouldn’t have done a thing to hurt you! Surely you remember?” Unity plead, face distraught and hyperventilating. His hands twitched, as if (by some miracle) he would be able to reach out to Aaron. As if Aaron would take him in his arms and all would be well. “I don’t want to die without you!”

“…”

Aaron stopped the flames from shrinking around Unity. They didn’t dissipate - they stayed, ever burning, ever turning.

Unity sighed as he noticed the flames still. Mere inches from his face, the heat was almost unbearable. But somehow, the memories of him and Aaron filled him with nostalgia, even as he was trying to kill him. He couldn’t help but smile.

“I...I remember how we used to lie in the back of the van. Just talking to each other. The TV was on, but we never watched it. You never liked the quiet.” Unity began, breathing heavily. “I remember the long car journeys, and you would moan because I was busy driving. You used to say I talked to Mystery” He laughed a little at the memory. “You kissed me in the middle of a job - not far from this mansion here. It was so sweet. So passionate. I was in love with you from the moment we first met, Aaron. Nothing can change that.”

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“Fuck!”

Unity screamed, rocking back and forth on his chair in anguish. He looked up through the flames, with pleading eyes. He didn’t want to die. Not without Aaron.

“Aaron - please! I’m sorry!” The ghost hunter begged, trying to reach out to Aaron, the bindings at his wrists forbidding him from doing so.

“…give… me… one… good… reason…”

At this point, Aaron was still folded on the floor - but the flames inched closer and threatened to catch clothing on fire at any moment in time.

“I-I love you - Aaron! I wouldn’t have done a thing to hurt you! Surely you remember?” Unity plead, face distraught and hyperventilating. His hands twitched, as if (by some miracle) he would be able to reach out to Aaron. As if Aaron would take him in his arms and all would be well. “I don’t want to die without you!”

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Unity wanted to hold Aaron close. Keep him near to him and kiss away the pain he was feeling. He didn’t want to get hurt, though. So he just sat there - motionless.

“Aaron I- I still love you. God or no god. We just need to make this work. We can make this work.”

“…he… abandoned… me!”

The flames burst into life, encircling Unity in a wreath of rage. It circled ever so closer to him, threatening to burn him alive.

“Fuck!”

Unity screamed, rocking back and forth on his chair in anguish. He looked up through the flames, with pleading eyes. He didn’t want to die. Not without Aaron.

“Aaron - please! I’m sorry!” The ghost hunter begged, trying to reach out to Aaron, the bindings at his wrists forbidding him from doing so.

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Three words he never expected Aaron to say - Unity looked visibly shook by the sentence. He shook his head. Unity never worshipped a god - but he had accepted the existence of one. How else would demons exist? But, then again, if Aaron - the most christian man he knew - didn’t pass over, maybe the now-ghost had a point.

“Aaron…do you really mean that?”

“If… he… is…”

Aaron got down to his knees, putting ghostly hands on top of them.

“…then… he… abandoned… me…”

Unity wanted to hold Aaron close. Keep him near to him and kiss away the pain he was feeling. He didn’t want to get hurt, though. So he just sat there - motionless.

“Aaron I- I still love you. God or no god. We just need to make this work. We can make this work.”

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