YAPPITY YAP YAP. Spare me. Uh. Title… is: “My… What sharp teeth you have there..”
{CW: Graphic description of an injury & Mildly Suggestive Text!)
Round’s Killer: Mafioso
Chosen Map: Builder Brothers Pizza?..
[Mafioso, or Aurelio to those who actually know him, groaned since he wasn’t in his more professional attire nor moderately rested. His long coat was missing and his tie was loosely tied around his neck. He grumbled curses, whilst adjusting his fedora and redoing his tie, then smoothing his wrinkled, black vest. He heavily sighed, then grabbed his burner phone from his pocket & called in two of his four goons.]
“Boys… Let’s get to business.” He growled into the burner phone, both Caporegime & Soldier had dropped from nothing beside the man. They too were underdressed & seemed not rested either, Caporegime bellowed a long yawn while Soldier grunted, they both adjusted themselves tiredly.
“Sorry boys. Let’s wipe 'em out so we can get back quicker.” Aurelio grunted, “On it, boss!” Soldier lazily saluted with his crowbar resting on his shoulder and he had a smug smirk plastering his face, the trio walked down the asphalt road when Caporegime spoke up first:
“After dis boss, can we play some Briscola?” (Briscola is an Italian card game) Caporegime asked while the trio walked together.
“Of course, Filippo.” Aurelio nodded solemnly, Caporegime who is actually named Filippo, formed a miniature smile from the approval from The Don. Soldier scoffs while glaring at Filippo.
“Why don’t yous two make a bet? Whoever takes out the Cheat first, I’ll make yer favorite dish for dinner when we get back. Eh?” Aurelio halted in his stride, then turned his head towards his 2 goons, who went quiet at the offer. A long silence followed afterwards, before:
“LAST ONE TO GET THE CHEAT HAS TO BREAK PASTA WHEN WE GET BACK!” Soldier first exclaimed excitedly, while running ahead, “WHA?— RICCARDO! SEI UN TALE BASTARDO.” (“YOU ARE SUCH A BASTARD.”) Filippo thundered, raging after him while Riccardo cackled.
[Aurelio sighed at these new shenanigans, he split off from where they ran off, fairly quickly he then heard Soldier cheer loudly across the map with Filippo’s frustrated groan drawing after it.]
“TAKE DAT FILIPPO!” Riccardo mocked Filippo who rolled his head to the side, in the same way you roll your eyes. “Whateva, yous lucky that he had that much weakness.” Filippo scoffed, they had suddenly returned back to their lobby cabin with the other killers/minions (Like in the game, when a PD minion successfully hits a survivor, they disappear. So, I imagine they get teleported back to the killer camp here) meanwhile Aurelio brushed his curly hair from his already concealed eyes. He wielded his linked sword tightly in his gloved hand, he spotted Noob & Dusekkar together in the broken down Pizza place registers while they were busy dealing with a generator. He readied his dash and charged at them, his sword was about to penetrate into the pumpkin-headed wizard before someone charged into him and tackled him into the scorched floor.
“GO!” A rough voice demanded the two, Noob & Dusekkar retreated away hastily from the expected fight & generator they were halfway through, Aurelio kicked off whoever had tackled him and he dressed his face in an annoyed sneer.
[It was Guest 1337, who rolled backward, then transitioned into a smooth recovery, standing right back up. Putting his fists up, readying himself if Aurelio were to strike. The mafia boss recovered as well then brushed himself off and scoffed at the veteran, he actually did notice quickly that he wasn’t in his actual uniform either. He wore a tight, smokey-black, long-sleeve top which defines his physique more, his dark and worn military pants, his black tactical belt, his military headset & golden-rimmed aviators which both rested on his head, then there was the classic garnet shemagh that wrapped his neck and lower face that of which was joined by 2 military dog tag necklaces.]
“I wouldn’t have expected to see you out of uniform, soldier.” Aurelio retorted at the bellicose yet steady veteran, Guest 1337’s gaze hardened while analyzing the mafia boss of his own attire. He wasn’t dressed as professionally either nor ready like the other occasions/rounds they’ve encountered each other in, the entity which abducted everyone & transferred them into a purgatory of torture had sent them into another round unexpectedly without proper preparation. So, everyone is out of their regular attire or just plain pajamas and are fatigued.
“I can say the same thing for you too, Sonnellino.” Guest 1337 actually hissed back, Aurelio hummed lowly, the two had a silent stand off before Aurelio threw his projectile which Guest 1337 had easily dodged then sharply maneuvered away as Aurelio reused his dash, he were to miss and almost fell onto the charcoal colored asphalt, Aurelio snarled back at the soldier who stared at him from where he stood, “Quit movin’.”
[The two kept each other occupied for 2 and a half minutes by throwing punches & swinging slashes and moderately evading each other's attacks. Guest 1337 denied any help from the other sentinels nor even the supports, in fact, he seemed more irritated than usual. Yes, he was still stone cold but you can ever so slightly see the clear sliver of frustration in the soldier’s dark eyes. Guest 1337 retreated to the supply warehouse, but was then collided with by Aurelio dashing into him with a swipe of his linked sword which struck the veteran’s back. Guest 1337 growled from the burning which blistered his back & the rough impact onto the ground.]
“No more runnin’, soldier.” Aurelio chuckled with his gruff voice, he smirked at the downed man. Guest 1337 grumbled a curse behind his shemagh:
・ "ろくでなし。" (Bastard.)
[ = what Guest said during his grumbling, recap/note: Guest can indeed speak fluent Japanese & speaks whenever he is stressed/irritated ]
Aurelio inquired with a hint of curiosity of this unknown language that spouted from the soldier:
“What was that?—“ was what he had said before he was cut off by Guest 1337 suddenly recovering then charged into him and grappled onto his left arm.
[He used his pursuing momentum to lift then swung his body upwards & around Aurelio’s broad shoulders, he hastily maneuvered his upper body to the right which switched his grapple onto Aurelio’s other arm and hooked his leg against the mafia boss’s neck as his lower half turned left from his sudden switch and forcefully used the rest of his momentum to slam the blindsided man onto the hard asphalt below. Guest 1337’s aviators clattered to the ground because of all of the swiftness, but his headset sat as it was before as if it hadn’t been bothered, we thank Builderman for having the headset be able to fit perfectly on the veteran’s head.]
(YES—-This. Move. Is. A. KPOP DEMON HUNTERS. reference. To be more specific, it is Zoey’s move at the start of “How It’s Done” — SUREEEE. Sue me if you don’t like it. I just wanted to reference a movie that I really like. >:,^ Forgive me if it sounds inaccurate, this was also inspired by a dad teaching his daughter how to do the move. 😀It’s really sweet/cool.) + (Note: Why the fuck did I put this here?……..)
[Aurelio groaned & wheezed from the takedown, (hehe.) this unexpected move had knocked the absolute wind out of him. He glared up at the soldier who glared back down at the mafia boss with a look that could kill you if it was able to. Making Aurelio grit his teeth together, he felt humiliated but somewhat.. impressed?—Which is also impressive on its own, as Sonnellino is a hard man to impress—he grunted at the grip from the man pinning him onto the floor tightened.]
“No more running, ay?” Guest 1337 spat out Aurelio’s own words, narrowing his sharp eyes with a raised brow, Aurelio snickered sharply with an annoyed smirk dressing his scarred lips. “Why, aren’t ya a smartass.. Soldier.” He scoffed, Aurelio wasn’t as humored as he seems which is obvious. The mafia boss inhaled sharply, he suddenly managed to roll right while on his stomach catching Guest 1337 off-guard, as he escaped the pin he had been under, he swung the still grappled veteran on his right arm & forced the man into a plain yet firm headlock with both men struggling against each others’ strength.
[Guest 1337 gasped in disbelief and gritted his teeth behind his shemagh, the time ticked away, it’s 1 minute and 20 seconds now. The generators had been completed, but the two men hadn’t paid much attention to the timer during their skirmish. Flashes of Guest 1337 almost having his own neck snapped on far too many occasions had plagued his mind, his navy blue with lavender streaked hair started to subtly rise like a dog’s back fur when it felt threatened. An instinct sparked into his mind, while his hands were occupied by slowly prying from the man trapping him, he was able to uncover his jaws by pressing his face against the mafia boss’s forearm and sliding the shemagh off then without a moment to lose, the veteran sunk his row of sharp teeth which resembled a shark’s row of teeth into Aurelio’s forearm which made him bellow from the splitting pain.]
“AUGHH?!—“ Aurelio belted, he had released Guest 1337 immediately, but the soldier hadn’t let go of the man’s forearm and had actually shook his head momentarily before he was then pushed away which made his jaw unhinged from the limb. He stumbled backward into the opposite wall next to the stairs, his shemagh uncovered his lower face and he bared his acute teeth at the man. Now, the mafia boss was pressed up against the wall while being too busy staring at his violently bleeding forearm in shock. The bite easily punctured through his shirt sleeve’s fabric and skin which met the clear bone, even if it was a singular bite, the moment of Guest 1337 deepening it had torn apart his forearm.
“…My—Hehe—What sharp teeth you have there, eh Lupo?..” (Lupo = Wolf) Aurelio actually heaved a chuckle in disbelief, Guest 1337’s lower face was revealed finally, from his mouth to nearly his complete left cheek had been maimed to reveal razor-sharp teeth which were now stained in scarlet along with his tattered mouth. He had even more lacerations on his face while it was obscured with that shemagh.
“…I. Excuse me?” Guest 1337 actually muttered out a response with confusion slipping from his tongue and his face distorted into perplexity, the taste of the mafia boss’s blood was… ahem. somewhat savory & sweet, as if the soldier had just taken a sip from a fragrant & saccharine wine. It was.. weird. But, slowly intoxicating.. He has never bitten anyone nor used his teeth in this kind of manner, and the enhanced taste buds he hones from origins he’d rather not want to dig into makes this taste even more alluring?… Even the smell which emitted from the brutal injury just a few long strides from him is seemingly enticing—ugh, what in the banlands??.. What the fuck is he thinking—Guest 1337 quickly shook his head to rid of these absurd thoughts, before the men could even say anything else, the survivors had won that round. The timer had been reduced to 0 while the two were stunned by this appalling act.
{The Killers’ Main / Lobby Cabin}
[Aurelio was forcefully teleported into a seat of the dining room in the Killer’s main or lobby cabin, his goons were bickering about something & somewhere in the living room beyond where the mafia boss sat. He was obscured from everyone else by a wall, but all he focused on was still on the bite injury. It had an uncanny resemblance to a shark bite, a brutal kind of bite where the flesh was mangled & lacerated with precise ease but with dire aggression. He gulped, his throat & mouth felt dry, he still scrutinized the bleeding forearm of his and leaned back into the chair.]
“Hnnnrgh…..” Aurelio softly groaned from the excruciating pain, suddenly Consigliere or Santino had walked in sighing tiredly:
“Oh!.. Hey bo—-OOOSSSSSS?!” Santino drawled out before his eyes landed onto the still bleeding injury then exclaimed in panic, making the other goons run in with confusion but with concern on their faces, then chaos broke loose when they also spotted the severe injury their Don had.
{Meanwhile, in the Survivors’ Main / Lobby Cabin}
“..G-Guest?” Noob looked over at the hunched over sentinel sitting next to him, the others stared at him, then Chance looks over with one of their eyebrows raised
“Uh.. G. You good?” Chance tapped the man’s shoulder while he tossed his coin into the air then catching it with his free hand, before repeating the antic
“ 😥” Taph scuffled over from their seat, then rubbing Guest 1337’s back in a sort of comfort. “ 🤒❔” Taph asked & tilted their hooded head
[The other survivors then glanced at each other before getting up from their seats and deciding to check on their soldier. Their questions filled Guest 1337’s ears, he concealed his face as he hadn't covered it with his shemagh & it was still in fact bloodied from the Don’s blood.. His face was flushed with embarrassment, shock but also frustration?.. He sharply exhaled before he hurriedly covered his lower face with his shemagh, he peeked up at the table & spotted his aviators which he hadn’t retrieved during the dispute with Sonnellino. He quickly stood, making his chair screech then clatter onto the wooden floor. The other survivors backed away from the veteran, he grabbed his aviators and placed them onto his head before sharply turning on his heels and began to head towards the front door of their lobby cabin.]
“Wait, Guest. Are you feelin’ ooo—-kay…” Builderman caught Guest 1337’s wrist, his sentence draining from his throat as he witnessed the sentinel’s hair rise subtly and he halfway turned his head towards him then downwards at the way shorter man. Glaring down at the admin.
“後悔しそうなことをする前に、私を放っておいてください。” (“Let me go, before I do something I likely won’t regret.”) Guest 1337 retorted、 his eyes narrowing at the support’s hand which held his wrist.
“I.. Ahem.” Builderman had no fucking idea what Guest 1337 had just said, but the tone hinted he doesn’t want to be reckoned with at the moment, he without another thought released the man’s wrist who took it back and rubbed it with his other hand.
“おやすみ。” (Good night.) The veteran grumbled, before continuing his strides and opening the cabin door then slamming it, making it shake on its hinges. Silence suffocated the cabin the survivors were in, all concern & confusion intertwined in their faces whilst they focused on the door.
{Meanwhile in the Killers Lobby..}
“So!.. Ya telling us that the SOLDIER. Used his teeth on ya?.. Like some sorta dog.” Santino gestures towards the now bandaged forearm, but the wraps were being plagued by scarlet drastically.
“Yes, Santino, the soldier did it.” Aurelio confirmed this appalling situation, he glared at his forearm still with a sort of fascination towards it…
[“Who would’ve guessed you’ll be the type to bite… I wonder what else those jaws could do—What the fuck.” Aurelio deliberated, before his mind started to dive deeper into the veteran’s acute teeth and his entire mind just ceased immediately.]
“Ahem. Riccardo, want me to make yer Rissotto alla Milanese now?” The mafia boss sighed, looking over at his youngest goon who lightened up immediately. As if Aurelio had just said his favorite word. (Which he did.)
“YES SIR!” Riccardo saluted happily, standing straight up with a big ole smile on his face, the other goons groaned at him. Aurelio just chuckled deeply, “Right then, let’s get down to business boys.” He stood up, making his goons focus on him, which they nodded and buggered off to the kitchen. Aurelio then hesitated to follow after them, the searing pain sparked through him like an electrical shock, his gaze pointed down at his forearm and his face scrunched up.
“What. The. Fuck…is wrong with me.” He slowly drawled out, rubbing his face with his free hand. “Why am I thinking like this?—For Telamon’s fucking sake—There’s something about you, soldier..” He murmured with his hand over his mouth, then adjusted his tie & sighing. “Tsk, Whatever. It’s probably nothing anyways..” Aurelio scoffed loudly, before going to join his goons in the kitchen.
{Meanwhile at the Survivor’s Camp, but specifically with Guest 1337 at the nearby lake}
[Guest 1337 feverishly splashed water on his face, the scarlet red washed away, but he licked any lingering.. Before he bit his tongue, he hissed and punched the sandy shores, making a clear indent of his fist in the wet sand.]
“What the fuck…. is wrong me.” Guest 1337 lamented, he fell backwards onto his back and sighed heavily. He can still taste & smell the lingering sweetness of the mafia boss. He may have never tasted anyone else’s blood, but he fucking knows that blood shouldn’t taste like pure divinity.. “He’s the enemy, Guest. Get a hold of yourself.” He grumbled, rubbing his unconcealed face which was still wet from him splashing tons of water on himself.
“Why the fuck did I bite him.” Guest 1337 knocked his forehead with the heel of his hand, he clutched his shemagh in his other hand which made a wet squelch as it was soaked by both the lake water & remnants of Sonnellino’s blood.
“…I’ll just go patrolling to get my mind off this shit..” He grumbled, sitting up and brushing himself off, he turned his back to the lake and began to walk towards his lone cabin..
(To be continued…)
@armyrabbit-detector This is the longest one by far, so..