janka canon divergence please 🙏🏼
So this is idea came to me back when I first read gachiakuta and it was basically, what if Jabber got caught after the trash beast fight and after being brought to the Cleaner's HQ made it his mission to pester Zanka until the end of times?
Anyways, here's a snippet
"[..] He got down from the bed, looking out of the window. He was pretty high-up so trying to jump down would be risky, and he still had to retrieve Mankira, so it was too soon to sacrifice a rib or two. Still, he could see an open window right beside his, with the right timing, he should be able to reach it. That, or he went head on against the people outside his room, which were probably Givers, without any weapon. It sounded appealing, but since he'd still have to go at it, sooner or later, he'd prefer having Mankira with him. Maybe his dear Zanka was outside there too, and it would be disrespectful to fight him without his jinki. He smiled at the thought of Zanka. Had he already healed from the poisons? He seemed to have great resistance. Still, that thing he had found inside the trash beast was pretty tricky. But it shouldn't have killed him. After all, his dear Zan-zan still had to exhaust his full potential.
While thinking about it, he had already broken the lock of the window, causing a sharp noise to spread through the room. He opened it without a care in the world, already balancing on its frame when he felt people barge into the room. He gave them a quick glance, a wide grin appearing on his lips. It was umbrella guy and pew-pew girl.
“Hey, come back here!” Enjin said, already activating his jinki, tossing the umbrella to try and catch him with the chain that had extended from the handle.
“Nice try! Too slow tho.” Jabber replied in a singsong voice before jumping, right before the chain could hit him. He latched onto the windowsill of the room right next to his, pulling himself up and crawling inside.
It seemed like a clinic of some kind, with some hospital beds. His eyes scanned the room, looking for some kind of weapon, when his gaze stopped on a wooden staff, leaning against a wall near a bed with the curtains drawn around it. He could swear he had seen it somewhere before. As he got close to it, someone pulled the curtain and he found himself with the top of the staff pressing against his neck. His eyes met the deep blue ones of the wielder, currently sitting on the hospital bed, and he could feel his grin grow.
“Zan-zan, fancy seeing you here. I’m surprised you’re already up and about. That bubbly poison was kinda tricky.” Jabber said while grasping the staff, pushing it away from his neck. He noticed how Zanka's grip couldn’t quite stop him, his body probably still weak and recovering.
“Why the fuck are ya here?” Zanka bristled, his body ready to snap as he saw Jabber leaning closer, as if to check something."
I should really pick this one up, the concept was really fun... but first I think I'll finish some other janka fics in my drafts
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