Mar 17, 2019
Not In Kansas Anymore || Open - Francis
Nothing really surprised Francis anymore. Having grown up underground, in the cracks, of Machine City, pretty much fighting Ultron and his goons since he was old enough to hold a bow, he thought he’d seen it all. He was wrong.
One minute, the spot had been empty, the next someone had been there and Francis would swear he hadn’t even blinked. The person looked human enough, but that didn’t stop him from readying himself to shoot the intruder.
“Tell me who you are and how you appeared here or I will use you as my personal pin cushion.” What a pin cushion actually was, he didn’t know, but his dad used to say it sometimes and he’d never got around to ask for its meaning before Ultron killed him.
