Waking from a deep sleep was usually a pleasant feeling. To be able to sleep in, slowly wake up on your own terms, to feel the warmth of your bed… it’s usually pleasant.
This was far from pleasant.
The first feeling he could register was an intense grogginess. The type that made him want to go right back to sleep, but felt too exhausted to even do that. His head throbbed, swarming his head, the rush of blood so loud it felt as though his ears would start ringing. His throat was dry. His body was sore. His eyelids were heavy and…
And he wasn’t even in bed.
Oh, shit.
Gregory Game sighed, letting the realization of his situation kick in to get the adrenaline pumping, hoping it would help him wake up more quickly. He was somewhere dark, but the ceilings were high and the air was damp. A warehouse, maybe? He was sitting, most likely in a chair, and as he tried to move his arms, he felt a firm tug around his wrists. Okay, so arms were bound. That’s no good.
“Finally awake?”
Greg looked up, trying to blink away the fogginess his vision still gave him. Christ, how strong was that drug they slipped in his drink? He groaned, trying to force his brain into full coherency in order to see the figures that approached him. “… Who…?”
The one in front folded his arms, trying to make himself look more intimidating. As if bounding Game wasn’t enough to get the point across “… You have a lot of nerve, killin’ our boss, buddy.”
… Fuckin hell. A gang? Really? It’s always gangs. Everything’s always a kidnap and a vendetta with these types.
“You’re gonna have t’ be a bit more specific, babe.” He groaned, trying not to slur his words despite the strong influence he was still under. “… Oh, let me guess. Tall, tattoo on the right arm of a skull, blonde hair, ugly puke-green eyes?”
“Oye, watch the mouth, dipshit.” The man growled, reaching to his belt and drawing… what appeared to be a large knife. “Our boss did a lot of good for a lot of people. You’ve got some nerve trying to waltz around and just- off him like he meant nothin’!”
Greg sighed, giving a huff of air to try and blow the hair from his face. He always gets the thankless jobs… “Your “boss” liked to prey on teenage girls, so uh. Sorry I’m not a little more sympathetic. Pedos like him have it coming, just be grateful I only tortured him for a few hours and not years like the creep deserved.”
“Hey!” He snarled, stepping forward and placing the knife against Greg’s throat “You’ve got quite a mouth on ya, thinkin’ you can just say whatever the fuck you want without any repercussions? I oughta cut your tongue out…”
Game just stared forward. Unimpressed. “Well, guess I’ve had less creative threats over the years…”
One of the other men in the room finally spoke up, an audible edge to his voice “He’s way too calm. He knows something-!”
“Something?” He said, tilting his head almost curiously, as if there wasn’t a blade pressed against it. “No… Someone, however…”
The man in front smirked “No one saw a thing when we carried you off. Even if they did, it’d take ages to find you here. Trust me when I tell you that you’re all alone with no one to help~”
Greg just returned the smile, never losing the confident spark in his eyes “For anyone else, you’d probably be right. But gentlemen, tell me… how much do you know about quantum physics?”
The room fell into a confused silence, some of the men starting to reach for their weapons as a strange air of dread seemed to descend upon them.
Game, though, seemed completely unaffected by this. “I’ll be honest, I know nothing about it. All Greek to me, you know? … Lucky for me, I’m not the one who needs to know~”
As if on divine cue, a whirr was heard throughout the warehouse, echoing off the walls before a sudden vortex opened in the center of the room. Gaping and tall as a person, seeming to open into the void… but as confusion fueled to curiosity with the men in the room, an axe suddenly came flying out, lodging itself into the chest of one of Greg’s kidnappers.
While the others panicked over the strange supernatural situation, a figure stepped out of the portal, tapping at some buttons on a strange device on his wrist before rolling a sleeve up to properly conceal it. As the newcomer stepped forward, the gang members stepped back, and that seemed to get an amused smirk from him. A long, black scarf trailed behind him… but his foes seemed to be more focused on the pale skin and pure red eyes that greeted them. He walked over to the fresh corpse, then pulled the axe out of his chest, testing the handle’s weight in his hands and then giving it a small spin.
Greg just smiled, completely unphased by the bloodshed before him “Hey, darling, you’re late. I was worried you wouldn’t show for a minute!”
Mikhail, the Colorless, turned to give a fond glare to his partner. “You know Tuesdays are my slow days, asshat. You want your knight in shining armor to save you or nah?”
Game laughed, heart just warm and delighted despite the fact that they were still in a life-threatening situation “Alright, beautiful, give em hell for me~”
C smirked, adjusting his hold on his axe before going to finish off the rest of his kidnappers.
Perhaps Greg had a bit too much trust in the other to save him whenever he was in danger.
But that trust was a two way street, and after all this time, they’ve yet to fail each other.
“Her name is WANKT and it’s short for We Are Not Keeping That! ... Granted, that’s what I said 2 years ago, and look where we are now, CHONKY GORL~!!!”
