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Being a thirsty ass hoe for the killjoys

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Being a Killjoy 101 - Part 2

Prompt: It’s sure to say that you and Party don’t take an instant liking to eachother...

“Whats your name?” Your eyes trailed in front of you to find a kid staring down at you.

Fuck. You didn’t think about the kid. Why the hell would there be a kid in a world like this anyway?! Last you checked, it was the apocalypse and most of the kids were basically dead. Hell, most people in general were dead. 

The kid looked down at you with a small smile on her face, waiting for your answer. You fixed your jacket uncomfortably as you chuckled lightly at the kid. “I uh” Were the only words you said before you stood up. Straightening the rest of your clothes, you turned around to face everyone. 

You were met with 4 men looking at you in confusion. Well, three of them were looking at you, the other one (a redhead) was stuffing his mouth. No one said anything for a while, as you exchanged a small nod with the other three. “I’m gonna need my stuff back” You started, but was cut off by a small sound coming from the red head.

“Sorry, but we can’t accommodate to your needs” The red head mumbled into his spoon. Scoffing lightly, you walked from behind the counter and made your way towards the group. 

“Well you better start accommodating sweetheart” You threatened as the redhead smirked and shook his head. The fact he was being so smug pissed you off, so you did the first thing that went through your head; you slapped the can out of his hand. 

That didn’t go down well with him. In fairness, you never thought he could move so quickly. But your arrogance was replaced with cockiness when you saw him square up to you. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

“An arrogant prick who has my blaster and keys” You looked him in the eyes, a cocky smirk on your face. “By the way, I’ll need those back”

“Yeah?” His eyes refused to leave yours. “And what if I say no?”

“I’ll kick your ass” You threatened, watching his fists clench up at his sides. That made you smile as you looked up at him again, making sure you were looking at him dead in the eye. “What are you gonna do Killjoy? huh?” You decided to take another step closer, your chests touching. As he stared down at you, you could practically feel the anger seething from him.

“Okay, I think that’s enough” The smallest one jumped in between you both, pushing you away from each other. “It’s gonna get dark soon and she doesn’t have anywhere to stay” He looked up as the redhead didn’t respond. “C’mon Party”.

Growling lowly, the redhead (now Party) glared at the killjoy in front of him. “If she kills any of you in your sleep, its not my fault” Then stormed off into the back of the diner.

No one said anything for a while, so you stood there pretty awkwardly. That was until the small one broke the silence again. “Lemme show you around. At least then you’ll know where to avoid Party”

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~ a few hours later ~

“I don’t think Party trusts you enough to let you sleep with us. So...” Fun Ghoul led you to one of the booths in the corner. “We don’t have much but we can’t leave you with nothing” He smiled shyly as you looked at the seats in front of you. There was a little torn blanket and a make-shift pillow. The gesture made your chest tighten as you stood there in shock for a couple of seconds.

Smiling up at him, you nudged at his arm. “Hey. It’s more than I’ve had in a long time. Thank you”

“Well I’ll leave you to it” He began to back away, but stopped to talk again. “Oh and Party gets up really early so don’t be shocked if he’s walking around first thing”

“I can deal with that” You replied softly, before yawning and climbing into ‘bed’. It felt weird. Even though you got the feeling that Party wouldn’t hesitate to shoot you with your own blaster, Fun Ghoul made you feed oddly safe.

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Being a Killjoy 101 - Part 1

Summery: You wake up in the middle of a diner, the last thing you remembered was dracs. Then you meet the Killjoys. Not fun at all.

A/N: This is my first fic and this will not be my last. Please don’t hate it, I’m trying to make it good.

It was 2019, and the easiest way to put it was that the world was basically in the midst of the apocalypse. How did this start? It was some crazy company called Better Living Industries (BL/ind) claiming they could change the world, when in reality, that meant destroying the current one to make a new one.

Surely no one would agree with such a crazy idea right? 

Wrong.

All the adults were suddenly behind it. Willing to make the world they destroyed a ‘better place’ at any cost. Even when they found out that the cost of this was to give up their kids (between the ages of 8-25). Because at that age, they were at their most colourful. So when kids were being rounded up on the streets and taken into the company’s headquarters, everyone knew that they weren’t coming out again.

Soon enough the city was overrun by these things called ‘draculoids’ which would try and exterminate all the ones who didn’t conform to the boring ‘black and white’ lifestyle. These people were named Killjoys. I know, ironic. 

All the Killjoys were either killed in the city, or fled into the desert. Fortunately, you were one of those in the desert. But with what you’d experienced so far, you sometimes would’ve preferred being killed. 

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You threw the doors to the apartments open and sprinted out into the Battery City streets towards your bike. Pure adrenaline was pumping through your veins as you heard the familiar sound of shots being fired towards your direction. You looked back, and soon regretted it as you saw the crowd of dracs running towards you. But you were faster than them fortunately, meaning that you managed to get to your bike and slip on your helmet, before riding off towards the desert.

But as you got into the desert, all the dracs were still behind you and still firing. You sighed to yourself and drove faster, trying to lose the group on your tail but they kept catching up. Glancing down at your bike, you saw that you were almost out of gas. This was it. This was how you were going down, you were going to be captured and tortured, then killed. A car horn broke you out of your thoughts. You turned your head around to see a car coming towards you quickly. Your heart stopped in your chest as you turned sharply, resulting in you being thrown off your bike and into the ground in front of you. After that, it all went black.

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Your eyes opened slowly, light flooding through your vision. Rubbing your eyes, you looked around. You weren’t in the desert anymore, you were in a diner. Nonchalantly, you closed your eyes and sighed. Then it hit you. You weren’t in the desert anymore.

Opening your eyes quickly, you hopped to your feet and looked around the place, trying to see if anyone was in. “Hello?” Your voice was raised slightly, making sure it echoed around the place. Being stealthy was your specialty, so you managed to creep around the place silently. “Anyone home?” You asked as you walked into the back, looking at the blankets in different corners of the room. 

You sighed and made your way back to all the booths. Whoever lived here weren’t in at the moment. But before your feet made it through the door, you heard a car stop outside and a bunch of voices began laughing and cheering. “Fuck!” You whispered lowly dropped behind the counter, making sure you were out of sight. Next, your hand went to your side, only to realise your blaster wasn’t in your holster. “Those fuckers” You spat to yourself as you began to think of a plan. 

Your heart left your body as you heard the door open, and five voices filled the room. Looking at the shelves in front of you, you picked up a spatula and an empty glass bottle. Just in case they tried to kill you. You listened as all of them sat down and started eating. Your face turned sour as you heard them eating messily. But then you quietly sighed. You were starving. Just as the thought came into your head, you heard one of them speak. 

“Party?” One of them asked slowly. 

“Yeah” Another asked. Probably Party, whoever that was. It sounded like their mouth was full though. 

“Wheres that chick?” As soon as the words left the guys mouth, everyone went quiet and stood up. 

“Does it matter. She can’t do anything, we have her blaster remember?” Party answered calmly as you scoffed quietly. ‘could still break your face’ You thought and gripped the items tighter. “She probably left anyway. But she couldn’t get far without this” You heard keys jingling and your eyes widened. 

“That fucker has my keys” You mouthed to yourself and glared in the direction of the voice. Crouching quietly, you were thinking about your escape plan. If you waited until they left the room, you could run. But you need the keys. You sighed to yourself. If you wait until they’re asleep then you can probably get your stuff back and kill the guy who stole your stuff. But can you go this long without being spotted? You ‘d need the stealth of a fucking ninja to manage that!

You were in mid thought when a voice broke you out of it. “Whats your name?” Your eyes trailed in front of you to find a kid staring down at you.