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Killer by @/rahafwabas
Dust by @/ask-dusttale
Z by me :)
Killer was angry at himself. He hated the feeling of urgency that he had to save Cross. Why would he do that? He's an emotionless piece of corrupted determination trash whose main and probably only use is being a killer dog with rabies.
Cross was right. Cross was right and they didn't believe him. How could they, when what he was saying sounded like total nonsense. If the boss was defeated, something is seriously wrong. That was proven already.
Cross doesn't have an au anymore. That makes him an "outcode", right? That meant he was in danger. Z said something about outcodes, he thought.
Cross isn't his little little brother- no. Fuck. He's only had one brother, and he's long dead. Because of him, even. This "little brother" feeling for Cross feels like shit and he hates it. But… it's there and he can't really do anything about it. Suppressing it seems to make it stronger for some reason.
He was kind of stuck right then, though. At least he was not in total silence. Dust was on the table on the other side of the room, mumbling incoherently in a panic attack and occasionally bursting out in angry screams. At least those "voices" came while he was restrained…? There was a somewhat relieving feeling for being retrained. Because of… his own issues. But right then, he needed to get out.
Killer turned to look at Dust, trembling and quietly sobbing. He is no help right now.
Usually it isn't too hard for him to get out of restraints. But this? The metal around his arms and torso, then his wrists, then his legs and ankles felt like they were molded to his body. He couldn't budge.
"BITCH ASS HOE MOTHER FUCKER I'M GONNA KILL YOUR BITCH ASS!!" He knew Z could hear it. But the continued silence aside from Dust's mumbles only fed his infuriation. "I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME YOU FUCKIN PIECE OF SHIT!" …. "SHIT EATING BITCH FUCKER!!"
More of… nothing.
"Asshole bitch" He said, looking up at one of the cameras on the ceiling. Many colorful ways of killing Z came to mind which made Killer smile.
One more… "bitch ass"... he said with a grin.
Okay one more actually. "Shitty ass fucker!!!"
He had to hold back a flinch when the automatic slide door opened. "I think you need a bigger vocabulary."
Killer pressed everything he had against the restraints. "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!!"
Z doesn't spare Killer a look. Killer has to strain his eyes to see him at a counter by the door he entered from.
"Your gonna be in fucking shreds so quick you'll already be fucking dust before your ass actually starts dusting!"
Z looked up at Killer and approached him. He hadn't noticed the damp sensation on his face until Z was looking down at him curiously. Way too close for comfort. Killer gnashed his teeth at him. "Oh my God you're like an angry wild kitten." Z put his fingers over his mouth to shield his glee.
"Fuck you I'm your worst n-" Z interrupted him when he took the dull end of a knife to scoop off a sample of the black liquid on his face. He wasn't startled enough to not try to bite him, though. "-NIGHTMARE- I'm your worst nightmare!! Don't touch me jackass!!"
Z snickered then scraped the black liquid inside the rim of a small beaker. He put a cap on it and set it on the counter.
Dust's mumbling became rapidly louder which turned their attention towards him. A "stop" or "I can't" or "no" along with much more slurred words that are harder to translate. The mumbles became speaking, then yelling and crying. Z decided to do something about it. "NO! no- NO"
Z rushed over to the thrashing Dust and pulled an air mask over his face.
"The fuck are you doing to him!?!" Killer shouted when he saw Dust stop moving.
Z peered over at Killer. "Chill out. It's anesthesia." Z unlocked one of Dust's wrists and held it up to show Killer it was bleeding. His thrashing and the metal restraints were making him injure himself.
Killer went quiet. A relief to Z's hearing.
Did he just…
Killer's confusion was giving him a worse headache than he already was having.
Z locked Dust's wrist back up then grinned at Killer. "Healthier subjects means more accurate test results!"
Oh fuck this. Fuck him.
"Your a fucking ass bitch fuck I hate you. You're gonna fucking die because I'll KILL YOU FUCKER!!"
Silence gone, Z sighed. "Come up with more insults, please."
"Hehe no you fucking suck and you're an asshole."
Z ignored him, picking up the beaker with the sample of Killer's corruption in it. He left the room.
As Z left, Killer yelled at him: "Where's Horror, you ass!? You better not touch him! Don't you dare touch any of them!! I'LL KILL YOU!!" The door slides shut.
