Benji: The bomb's set to three minutes, that's enough time to get out of the building.
Ethan: I changed it to one minute.
Benji: That was never in the plan.
Ethan: Things never go according to plan—
Benji: Listen here you little shit.
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Benji: The bomb's set to three minutes, that's enough time to get out of the building.
Ethan: I changed it to one minute.
Benji: That was never in the plan.
Ethan: Things never go according to plan—
Benji: Listen here you little shit.
In a mild fever haze, this idea popped up. Poor Benji...having to do his job. Very poor draw up but hope it gives a chuckle.
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I just saw on Twitter that someone wants a Benji death storyline and I have no words. Why are people so fucking nasty
Benjamin looks like he just realized he’s a cat and not a baby
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@iknxwtherisks ------ plotted starter.
LONDON. It’s been ages since his last visit, he’d realized. A pity there was no time for sight seeing, but he had plenty to enjoy just ahead of him. The kind of satisfaction vengeance brought with. Vengeance. REVENGE. Whatever you wanted to call it, it was justly deserved in his humblest opinion. After what they’d done to him ----------- hunting them seemed fair. A first stop, among many, that led him to the home of one Benji Dunn. Not his primary address, no, but this was far better a location than say, his home in DC. The further away from the IMF, the better. For now.
Naturally, he’d observed Benji’s stay in London long enough to configure some kind of routine. Thus giving him the time he needed to set up. To INVADE the man’s personal home in the comfort of dark, and soon waiting for him at the dining table, tinkering with the agent’s gun he’d found during his rummaging. A waiting game, until finally -------- he’s returned. It begins, his BLOOD LUST. All with the flick of a switch, illuminating a stern smile.
❝ Hello Benji. ❞
Beginning Gen 1 // Gen 2
Smiles I reread your fic for today because I really liked it and I feel very bad for poor Benji but also abfhfshdhjkhg it was so good
-Sky Floor
Ahsbdkebeks you reread it??🥺🥺🥺🥺 that is such a high honor I’m so glad you like it !!! I can never know how to write somethibg like that without making it absurd, my writing has been very wonky lately. But thank you that means a lot 🥺🥺🥺
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