Madcom w/ Pyrokinesis! Reader
After being kicked out from the base, all thanks to Deimos. Hank takes a stroll to cool himself off and get a hotdog, but during that time, he meet the reader but not personally yet due to an interruption—
Ever since the previous raid, Deimos never stop training his pyrokinesis power to no end and to a point that it annoys everyone in the group. Mainly, 2bdamned of course since the merc nearly set the whole base on fire—
"GET THE FUCK OUT ALL OF YOU!" shouted 2bdamned as he kicks the trio out of the base, "Don't ever think of entering until you shitheads stop whatever you are doing!" he said, slamming the door shut. Hank let out a grumble, throwing a sharp glance at the young merc.
"Good job, Dei" Sanford said, mildly annoyed that Deimos got them into the mess. It seems they have to sleep in the damn smelly garage until 2bdamned cool off. "Hehe... sorry" said Deimos feeling a tad of guilt, maybe he should have train outside where he doesn't lit anything on fire. Especially, Doc's wrath.
Hank brushes off the dirt from his coat, he let out a huff before walking off. He is both annoyed and angry at Deimos, this grunt— that grunt— whoever that grunt is, it makes Hank more annoyed. Deimos never stop talking about a grunt , he didn't pay attention what they look like and all he knows they can set things on fire. "Where are you going, big guy?" asked Deimos, playfully. Only to have the older merc sending him a death glare. Deimos shrinks back, sweating bullets from the deadly gaze.
Hank spend his time walking around aimlessly, along the way he scared quite a few grunts and it made him feel proud. He loves to see fear in their eyes and see their body shaking upon seeing him. As he walks down the street, he spots the familiar face of the hotdog vendor near a bar and decide to get one for himself.
The vendor takes out his usual order before he could say anything , Hank is a regular customer to the hotdog seller. So, he already knew what he wants. Hank gives the money to the vendor and walk away with a hotdog in hand. He enters the bar, the grunts in there were a bit tipsy to recognise that a wanted criminal just entered the bar. He takes a seat at one of tables and begin savouring the taste of the delicious BBQ sauce.
A bartender comes up to him and ask him if he wants a drink, Hank order a can of soft drink since he wasn't fond of beer / wine since his jaw will mostly make the liquid spill all over his clothes. The bartender nods and went to get his drink, he toss the drink to Hank as the merc catches it swiftly.
Hank's sharp ears heard heavy footsteps, the door bursts open. Hank felt a strong gust of wind behind him as the drunk grunts that have occupied the seats got push off by another grunt, sending them all flying to the wall.
"Give me the usual!" the newcomer have taken a seat away from Hank, large grin on their face as they mutter (fav cake) over and over again. The bartender came by, ignoring the damage that has been done to the wall and gives the grunt a slice of cake. The grunt begin eating the cake as they smiles brightly, "Gary's cakes are the best~!" they said.
Hank rolls his eyes and continue eating his hotdog—
"???" Hank turns his head to see the grunt have face-plant themselves on their cake. A few grunts saw what happened, "Hey, are they dead?" asked a grunt. "I dunno, they suddenly slam their face on the cake" said another grunt. "Was the cake poisoned????", "I ate a cake a moment ago *gasps*"
The customers begin go mutter to each others, a female grunt went over to the grunt and begin to shake their shoulder. "Hey, are you alright?" she asked then all the sudden, the grunt lifts their head and looks at their surroundings in a daze state.
"Ah—....I fell asleep" they said in a casual tone before continuing eating their cake. The surrounding grunts fell over comically. "DON'T SCARE ALL OF US LIKES THAT!!!!!" they shrieked. The bartender only rolls his eyes, it seems to happen a lot. Then, an agents pop out of nowhere. He seems to have a ranking due to the badge he wore.
"Never would have thought that I've found you, traitor" he said. The grunt slowly turns around, "Ho, if it isn't the new recruit. Whatcha up to? Take me in?" said the grunt. The agent let out a huff, "I have no interest of taking you in to Auditor" he said.
"Aw, you're lying. Aren't you a good dog? Good doggy always bring something for their master" they said, mocking the agent.
The situation have caught Hank's attention, so he sits around and watch the ordeal. This grunt seems to have something, the higher agent seems to know about them. The agent clench his fist tightly, silence fill the air. The surrounding grunts have taken a step away from the small group, in order to avoid serious injuries or even death.
Then, a train crashes through the bar at a high speed, hitting the agent on the back and he was send flying towards the grunt. Who's eyes bulge out from their sockets, the train hits them both before coming to a full stop and send both grunts flying through the walls of the various building.
"HANKKKK!!!! CLOWN HAVE FOUND YOU!!!!" a certain zombie clown jumps out, shaking violently as he takes out his signature weapon. Hank slams his fist on the table, great, when he was about to see the good stuff. The fucking clown ruins it.
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