Chicken’s eyes darted around her store, scanning every nook and cranny to assure it was empty. Nervously and without haste, she stuffed handfuls of rads into a burlap sack, locked her front door and scurried to the back exit. She pushed open the thick metal door, and with a creak of rusted hinges, he appeared. Melting stood expectantly upon seeing chicken, standing a little taller than his usual slouched posture. Chicken set the bag down, and without hesitation, Melting seized it and ran back to his alleyway. She heard a scrape of footsteps against the tattered brick, and behind her Cuz stood, out to find some sweets she assumed.
“What was that?” Cuz asked
Chicken remained motionless, looking at nothing in particular, remembering that Melting had challenged her to a friendly competition
His gravelly voice still resonated with her “There’s no way you can throw a sword half a mile”
She knew she could, she knew it in her heart
“Oh yeah?” She retorted “300 Rads says I can!”
“Good luck” Melting grunted
“Chicken?” Cuz asked again “What was that?”
She turned to face him
“I made a bet. I lost. It’s simple as that”
From This post, request from @mochaangel
Chicken and Melting, Nuclear Throne Noir
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