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@taken-hostage
"...So what's my mission?"
A self-indulgent, independent, non-selective portrayal of Kowalski from S-[01]-VER BULLET.
RULES and TAGS below. This blog will explore triggering topics and themes; viewer discretion is advised. Press Z on your keyboard to start.
— @taken-hostage
[Kowalski leans over Uno's shoulder, watching it tinker with his gun. He's close enough that the other man can feel Kowalski's vest resting on its back.]
"Is it done?"
[Well isn't someone excited.]
[Uno could hear Kowalski stepping closer long before he actually came over. What really surprised him was just how close he was getting. Willingly. Wow. He's adjusted quickly, clearly.]
"mm, almost. something doesn't feel right about it."
[It shows off the gun, adjusting the shitty desk lamp it found in a dumpster somewhere and repurposed so it's better lit. It's swapped out a lot of old parts, but it's still in the same general form as Kowalski's old gun. It presses down on a button, releasing the magazine and raising it up to Kowalski's face.]
"i found parts to extend the magazine, first of all. you can jam more bullets in there before you reload. it just might be a bit wonky to hold, but you'll get used to it."
[He then rummages through a pile next to him with scrap and spare parts, revealing a cylindrical part.]
"and this- this is a detachable silencer. put it on when you're sneaking around, take it off when you actually give a shit about the gun. if you use it too much it can get all fucked up and dirty. and you don't want a dirty gun, do you?"
[He hands the silencer to Kowalski and goes back to staring at the gun itself.]
"... i don't know. it just seems... uninspired."
"Huh."
[Kowalski stands upright, his mind searching for something more efficient.]
"...You could modify the trigger for a shorter reset."
[He suggests, inspecting the silencer in his hands from all angles.]
"The silencer and extended magazine are good starts. This isn't the best silencer I've seen though... these synthetic curtains here would affect velocity and accuracy of the bullets. The magwell could be improved for smoother and faster reloading too..."
[Kowalski goes on a one minute long ramble about the modifications. Only when he looks up does he realize he's been talking for too long.]
"Ah- um. Apologies if I've been speaking too much."
[Embarassing.]
[... Snrk. He chuckles.]
"no, no, it's fine. it's charming."
[He looks over the gun, inspecting it's trigger and other small parts... If Kowalski were to look closer, he'd notice that there's no safety. Which has got to be illegal,]
"if they'd help, i'll look into adding them. it's your gun, anyway."
[Probably the only thing Uno would ever acknowledge as being Kowalski's. Actually, speaking of which, he's not berating him nearly as much as he normally would.]
"... you sure you don't want me to, like.... put any decals on it or anything? maybe some paint or something? it's... so unexpressive..."
[... He looks up at Kowalski.]
"i mean, i guess it's a little fitting,"
[Kowalski internally notes the lack of a safety switch on the gun. He'd bring it up if it wasn't more efficient to not have it. He hands the silencer back to Uno as he speaks.]
"Cosmetics don't serve any purpose. They're not useful."
[This guy hates fun.]
"I would think you of all people would throw useless things away."
[Okay. Now hold on here.]
[Okay now hold on a fucking second. It almost looks like Uno's eye twitches.]
"wh- i- hey. i do. asshole. i just thought it be more suitable for you."
[He turns around, crossing his arms while looking up at Kowalski. He's trying very hard to ignore the twinge of pain when he moves. He's been hunched over a shitty makeshift desk for hours. He points an accusatory finger at Kowalski.]
"i thought you of all people would just appreciate the look of a nice, clean, sleek weapon. i mean,"
[He raises the gun up again, brushing over some parts that are scuffed or slightly discolored. They were made from junk pieces, after all. It's impressive how Uno manages to make scrap work for him.]
"look at that. that's embarrassing to be seen with."
[He personally doesn't care how shitty his gear looks. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. He also cares about presentation. Can you imagine being on the news for killing people and your gun doesn't even look good?]
"Uh-huh."
[His reply sounds completely sarcastic.]
[Kowalski crosses his arms. He's not convinced. At all.]
"I don't really care for the presentation."
[He cares if it can get the job done right; efficiently. Isn't his main mission supposed to be killing people? It shouldn't really matter.]
"I'm surprised you do though."
[He huffs, haphazardly tossing the gun back onto his desk.]
"i care first if it works, but since i'm spending so much time on this, and since we're getting deeper into the big missions, you should be a little flashy about it. i'll work on those suggestions though."
[He smirks as he looks Kowalski up and down.]
"i should start putting stickers all over your vest,"
[His eye twitches.]
"No. You are not doing that."
[There's no way in hell he's allowing that. Knowing Uno, it'd most likely find something that would piss him off.]
[He drags a hand down his face. Ugh. You know what? Fine. A compromise.]
"You can paint my gun however you like. Just don't add anything cute."
Haha. Hey. ✧
—@taken-hostage
I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I do manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).
I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ ...I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ ...I should protect you. ✧ I have to fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I might end up dying for you. ✧ I have to kill for you. ✧ I have to trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).
ooc: hey man do you think they know
(guys they dont know)
(they have no clue)
— @taken-hostage
[Kowalski leans over Uno's shoulder, watching it tinker with his gun. He's close enough that the other man can feel Kowalski's vest resting on its back.]
"Is it done?"
[Well isn't someone excited.]
[Uno could hear Kowalski stepping closer long before he actually came over. What really surprised him was just how close he was getting. Willingly. Wow. He's adjusted quickly, clearly.]
"mm, almost. something doesn't feel right about it."
[It shows off the gun, adjusting the shitty desk lamp it found in a dumpster somewhere and repurposed so it's better lit. It's swapped out a lot of old parts, but it's still in the same general form as Kowalski's old gun. It presses down on a button, releasing the magazine and raising it up to Kowalski's face.]
"i found parts to extend the magazine, first of all. you can jam more bullets in there before you reload. it just might be a bit wonky to hold, but you'll get used to it."
[He then rummages through a pile next to him with scrap and spare parts, revealing a cylindrical part.]
"and this- this is a detachable silencer. put it on when you're sneaking around, take it off when you actually give a shit about the gun. if you use it too much it can get all fucked up and dirty. and you don't want a dirty gun, do you?"
[He hands the silencer to Kowalski and goes back to staring at the gun itself.]
"... i don't know. it just seems... uninspired."
"Huh."
[Kowalski stands upright, his mind searching for something more efficient.]
"...You could modify the trigger for a shorter reset."
[He suggests, inspecting the silencer in his hands from all angles.]
"The silencer and extended magazine are good starts. This isn't the best silencer I've seen though... these synthetic curtains here would affect velocity and accuracy of the bullets. The magwell could be improved for smoother and faster reloading too..."
[Kowalski goes on a one minute long ramble about the modifications. Only when he looks up does he realize he's been talking for too long.]
"Ah- um. Apologies if I've been speaking too much."
[Embarassing.]
[... Snrk. He chuckles.]
"no, no, it's fine. it's charming."
[He looks over the gun, inspecting it's trigger and other small parts... If Kowalski were to look closer, he'd notice that there's no safety. Which has got to be illegal,]
"if they'd help, i'll look into adding them. it's your gun, anyway."
[Probably the only thing Uno would ever acknowledge as being Kowalski's. Actually, speaking of which, he's not berating him nearly as much as he normally would.]
"... you sure you don't want me to, like.... put any decals on it or anything? maybe some paint or something? it's... so unexpressive..."
[... He looks up at Kowalski.]
"i mean, i guess it's a little fitting,"
[Kowalski internally notes the lack of a safety switch on the gun. He'd bring it up if it wasn't more efficient to not have it. He hands the silencer back to Uno as he speaks.]
"Cosmetics don't serve any purpose. They're not useful."
[This guy hates fun.]
"I would think you of all people would throw useless things away."
[Okay. Now hold on here.]
[Okay now hold on a fucking second. It almost looks like Uno's eye twitches.]
"wh- i- hey. i do. asshole. i just thought it be more suitable for you."
[He turns around, crossing his arms while looking up at Kowalski. He's trying very hard to ignore the twinge of pain when he moves. He's been hunched over a shitty makeshift desk for hours. He points an accusatory finger at Kowalski.]
"i thought you of all people would just appreciate the look of a nice, clean, sleek weapon. i mean,"
[He raises the gun up again, brushing over some parts that are scuffed or slightly discolored. They were made from junk pieces, after all. It's impressive how Uno manages to make scrap work for him.]
"look at that. that's embarrassing to be seen with."
[He personally doesn't care how shitty his gear looks. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. He also cares about presentation. Can you imagine being on the news for killing people and your gun doesn't even look good?]
"Uh-huh."
[His reply sounds completely sarcastic.]
[Kowalski crosses his arms. He's not convinced. At all.]
"I don't really care for the presentation."
[He cares if it can get the job done right; efficiently. Isn't his main mission supposed to be killing people? It shouldn't really matter.]
"I'm surprised you do though."
— @taken-hostage
[Kowalski leans over Uno's shoulder, watching it tinker with his gun. He's close enough that the other man can feel Kowalski's vest resting on its back.]
"Is it done?"
[Well isn't someone excited.]
[Uno could hear Kowalski stepping closer long before he actually came over. What really surprised him was just how close he was getting. Willingly. Wow. He's adjusted quickly, clearly.]
"mm, almost. something doesn't feel right about it."
[It shows off the gun, adjusting the shitty desk lamp it found in a dumpster somewhere and repurposed so it's better lit. It's swapped out a lot of old parts, but it's still in the same general form as Kowalski's old gun. It presses down on a button, releasing the magazine and raising it up to Kowalski's face.]
"i found parts to extend the magazine, first of all. you can jam more bullets in there before you reload. it just might be a bit wonky to hold, but you'll get used to it."
[He then rummages through a pile next to him with scrap and spare parts, revealing a cylindrical part.]
"and this- this is a detachable silencer. put it on when you're sneaking around, take it off when you actually give a shit about the gun. if you use it too much it can get all fucked up and dirty. and you don't want a dirty gun, do you?"
[He hands the silencer to Kowalski and goes back to staring at the gun itself.]
"... i don't know. it just seems... uninspired."
"Huh."
[Kowalski stands upright, his mind searching for something more efficient.]
"...You could modify the trigger for a shorter reset."
[He suggests, inspecting the silencer in his hands from all angles.]
"The silencer and extended magazine are good starts. This isn't the best silencer I've seen though... these synthetic curtains here would affect velocity and accuracy of the bullets. The magwell could be improved for smoother and faster reloading too..."
[Kowalski goes on a one minute long ramble about the modifications. Only when he looks up does he realize he's been talking for too long.]
"Ah- um. Apologies if I've been speaking too much."
[Embarassing.]
[... Snrk. He chuckles.]
"no, no, it's fine. it's charming."
[He looks over the gun, inspecting it's trigger and other small parts... If Kowalski were to look closer, he'd notice that there's no safety. Which has got to be illegal,]
"if they'd help, i'll look into adding them. it's your gun, anyway."
[Probably the only thing Uno would ever acknowledge as being Kowalski's. Actually, speaking of which, he's not berating him nearly as much as he normally would.]
"... you sure you don't want me to, like.... put any decals on it or anything? maybe some paint or something? it's... so unexpressive..."
[... He looks up at Kowalski.]
"i mean, i guess it's a little fitting,"
[Kowalski internally notes the lack of a safety switch on the gun. He'd bring it up if it wasn't more efficient to not have it. He hands the silencer back to Uno as he speaks.]
"Cosmetics don't serve any purpose. They're not useful."
[This guy hates fun.]
"I would think you of all people would throw useless things away."
[Okay. Now hold on here.]
— @taken-hostage
[Kowalski leans over Uno's shoulder, watching it tinker with his gun. He's close enough that the other man can feel Kowalski's vest resting on its back.]
"Is it done?"
[Well isn't someone excited.]
[Uno could hear Kowalski stepping closer long before he actually came over. What really surprised him was just how close he was getting. Willingly. Wow. He's adjusted quickly, clearly.]
"mm, almost. something doesn't feel right about it."
[It shows off the gun, adjusting the shitty desk lamp it found in a dumpster somewhere and repurposed so it's better lit. It's swapped out a lot of old parts, but it's still in the same general form as Kowalski's old gun. It presses down on a button, releasing the magazine and raising it up to Kowalski's face.]
"i found parts to extend the magazine, first of all. you can jam more bullets in there before you reload. it just might be a bit wonky to hold, but you'll get used to it."
[He then rummages through a pile next to him with scrap and spare parts, revealing a cylindrical part.]
"and this- this is a detachable silencer. put it on when you're sneaking around, take it off when you actually give a shit about the gun. if you use it too much it can get all fucked up and dirty. and you don't want a dirty gun, do you?"
[He hands the silencer to Kowalski and goes back to staring at the gun itself.]
"... i don't know. it just seems... uninspired."
"Huh."
[Kowalski stands upright, his mind searching for something more efficient.]
"...You could modify the trigger for a shorter reset."
[He suggests, inspecting the silencer in his hands from all angles.]
"The silencer and extended magazine are good starts. This isn't the best silencer I've seen though... these synthetic curtains here would affect velocity and accuracy of the bullets. The magwell could be improved for smoother and faster reloading too..."
[Kowalski goes on a one minute long ramble about the modifications. Only when he looks up does he realize he's been talking for too long.]
"Ah- um. Apologies if I've been speaking too much."
[Embarassing.]
why dont you talk to someone???
"Wh-"
[The question seems to have taken him by complete surprise. He sputters for a bit, barely managing to get out a coherent word.]
"What?"
[He chuckles.]
"Because- Because I can't?"
"hahahaha hey jackass workin hard or hardly workin"
"sHIT-!"
[He jumps, shoving Uno away with more force than expected. Wow. Kowalski was caught completely off guard there. Congratulations!]
"Hardly. Because there's not much to do."
"ohhhhh so you're slacking off? you're slacking off. that's what you said. wowwwww, walski. tsk tsk."
[He tries not to seem taken aback by the force of which he was basically launched off of Kowalski. And also tries to pretend like he didn't stumble and nearly fall because of it.]
"i should dock your pay for this"
"I am not-"
[He stops, his brain finally registering Uno's last sentence after a delay of .2 seconds. Kowalski does a double-take. Huh???]
"What? Dock my- I do not get paid for any of this?"
"oh no didn't i tell you. i've been sending money to your savings account. that you definitely have, by the way, because i opened one for you at the bank. there's like millions in there. but hey, if you don't want it..."
[He puts a hand on his hip and looks away carelessly. He's obviously being sarcastic. What a jackass. In any universe where Uno is actually the boss of someone, he's probably not even giving them pension.]
"and especially since you're slacking off... and being so very rude to me. it's not nice to touch other people, y'know." [It jabs a finger at Kowalski's shoulder. It's fucking with him so hard.]
[Kowalski wants to kill this guy really badly. He's fully aware that Uno's just messing with him.]
"Like you'd go to the bank of all places."
[He chuckles at the thought of it. Since when has Uno of all people ever gotten anything done legitimately?]
"Besides, money is barely worth anything to me right now. Try saying something that makes sense."
[It snickers.]
"oh, you know me so well. yeah no. i'd sooner burn a bank down than step into one."
[It sighs and rests a hand on Kowalski's shoulder, which was actually a trick so it could loop it's arm around his neck and drag him closer in a near-headlock (because it isn't strong enough to put him into an actual headlock).]
"because we're such good friends, am i right. king and pawn. you and me. to the point where we finish each otheeerrrsss..."
[He sighs. Reluctantly, he decides to play along.]
"...Sentences."
[Kowalski instantly regretted saying that the moment he finished its sentence. That was awful. Disgusting, even.]
"We're not friends."
[He snaps.]
[...He can effortlessly get himself out of the headlock. Uno isn't strong at all. Instead, he leans into the touch, his head resting against it. God, he's so starved for any kind of human contact. But... Kowalski also feels safer like this. A sick, twisted sense of security. Uno can't harm him when they're this close, he rationalizes.]
[He grins from ear to ear, pulling Kowalski in closer and slightly tighter (although definitely not enough to choke), laughing viciously.]
"HA! i didn't think you'd actually go along with it, hehehe!- we're bestest of friends, kowalski, and you know it. i mean, do you even have any other friends?"
[... And then he realizes that Kowalski would've reasonably pushed him away a long time ago. He grins wider. He almost looks fucking insane. Something surges inside of his chest—pride? No. He's proud of how much he's pushed Kowalski, sure, but that isn't it. Anger? No. Why would he be angry?... No. No, it's because he feels powerful. He's completely in control. It's making him dizzy.]
[Kowalski doesn't even flinch when Uno pulls him in closer. The lack of fear he feels in this situation is... nice. In fact, a small part of him wants to get closer.]
[This is a fail-safe, he tries cementing in his mind.]
"..."
[No, his mind supplies instantly. He can't think of anyone he'd call his friend. In fact, he can't even think of proper faces or names. It's right. Kowalski doesn't have anyone besides Uno. It's the only person in Cerepoint he's ever gotten this close to in his life. They're not friends, he's the one being held hostage here. But...]
[Kowalski realizes he's been silent for too long.]
"Fuck off."
[It cackles, squeezing once again. The force might make Kowalski worried, until it's clear that literally no matter how much force Uno exerts it will not ever possibly kill him.]
"yeah, you know it too."
[It releases him, instead putting both hands on his shoulders and staring at him, wide eyed. His red irises look unhuman, like he's about to bore holes right through Kowalski's skull. They almost hardly look like real irises. Rather... someone's idea of what an iris looks like...? That's crazy. Surely that's wrong.]
"i'm all you have, kowalski. and yet you're so MEAANNN TO ME." [He shakes him around for emphasis.]
"You're not-"
[Before Kowalski could finish his sentence, Uno interrupts him and starts shaking him around.]
"Is there an issue with that?"
[He raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms. Kowalski looks slightly uncomfortable, but he keeps his eyes trained on Uno.]
"AN ISSUE WITH YOU BEING MEAN TO ME? YES. BECAUSE I'M JUST A LITTLE GUY AND IT'S MY BIRTHDAY."
[He shakes him around more before releasing him.]
"don't try and kid yourself though. you know i am. unless you wanna tell me right now you have some secret girlfriend or sibling or something who's toootally searching up and down every street for you. don't try to lie, kowalski, i know more about you than your own mother, probably."
"It is not your birthday-"
[Interrupted yet again by Uno's abrupt actions.]
"..."
[Kowalski turns his head away before speaking.]
"I don't."
[He hated saying that. He's verbally admitting he knows that nobody would realistically give a shit about his disappearance. The grip on his arms gets slightly tighter.]
[... He grins again.]
"good."
[He giggles. Good. Good. Perfect. Perfect. He has the perfect pawn in his hands. The perfect puppet. He's in control. Him. Nobody else has power over him. Not anymore. It's just him and the strings he has tied to Kowalski. Nobody's ever going to rule him again.]
"i should reward you for that, honestly. you've been so obedient as of late!" [Like training a dog.]
[Kowalski turns his head back.]
"Reward?"
[He repeats, curious. Well, that seems to have made him perk up.]
[Truthfully, Kowalski's been waiting for some kind of reward for a while. Receiving praise feels really good, but he's been going out of his way to do more than what's assigned recently.]
"uhuh. what do you want? 15 minutes to run around in a field or something? ice cream from the convenience store? 5 minutes of me shutting the fuck up? aw, but you love the sound of my voice, i'm sure you do."
[He ruffles his hair roughly, pushing his head down a bit.]
"how about a sticker?"
[Kowalski didn't expect that response at all. He's gotten so used to orders, having a lack of free will that suddenly being given a choice feels foreign— almost wrong.]
"Hm."
[He can barely think of something within reason. Something useful, something...]
"A gun upgrade."
[The response seems to genuinely take him by surprise. Then after a second or two, his face lights up as he grins. It's probably the most genuine expression he's ever given.]
"perfect. i like the way you think. give me your old gun."
[He's got him right under his thumb.]
[His eyes widen at Uno's expression. He didn't expect that kind of response from it. The corners of Kowalski's lips lifted upwards ever so slightly, a small surge of pride rising from his chest. This feels good, proving himself to be a good asset. He wants to chase this feeling.]
[He takes his gun out of his holster, handing it over to Uno.]
"Here."
"good. honestly, i don't know why i was surprised. you're always so efficient."
[He chuckles and takes the gun and looks it over for a moment before pocketing it, patting Kowalski on the shoulder.]
"i'll get back to you. in fact, why don't you just take the rest of the day off? i can't imagine you'll get much done without this, anyway."
[Kowalski isn't even trying to hide it anymore— he's just smiling.]
"Right."
"hahahaha hey jackass workin hard or hardly workin"
"sHIT-!"
[He jumps, shoving Uno away with more force than expected. Wow. Kowalski was caught completely off guard there. Congratulations!]
"Hardly. Because there's not much to do."
"ohhhhh so you're slacking off? you're slacking off. that's what you said. wowwwww, walski. tsk tsk."
[He tries not to seem taken aback by the force of which he was basically launched off of Kowalski. And also tries to pretend like he didn't stumble and nearly fall because of it.]
"i should dock your pay for this"
"I am not-"
[He stops, his brain finally registering Uno's last sentence after a delay of .2 seconds. Kowalski does a double-take. Huh???]
"What? Dock my- I do not get paid for any of this?"
"oh no didn't i tell you. i've been sending money to your savings account. that you definitely have, by the way, because i opened one for you at the bank. there's like millions in there. but hey, if you don't want it..."
[He puts a hand on his hip and looks away carelessly. He's obviously being sarcastic. What a jackass. In any universe where Uno is actually the boss of someone, he's probably not even giving them pension.]
"and especially since you're slacking off... and being so very rude to me. it's not nice to touch other people, y'know." [It jabs a finger at Kowalski's shoulder. It's fucking with him so hard.]
[Kowalski wants to kill this guy really badly. He's fully aware that Uno's just messing with him.]
"Like you'd go to the bank of all places."
[He chuckles at the thought of it. Since when has Uno of all people ever gotten anything done legitimately?]
"Besides, money is barely worth anything to me right now. Try saying something that makes sense."
[It snickers.]
"oh, you know me so well. yeah no. i'd sooner burn a bank down than step into one."
[It sighs and rests a hand on Kowalski's shoulder, which was actually a trick so it could loop it's arm around his neck and drag him closer in a near-headlock (because it isn't strong enough to put him into an actual headlock).]
"because we're such good friends, am i right. king and pawn. you and me. to the point where we finish each otheeerrrsss..."
[He sighs. Reluctantly, he decides to play along.]
"...Sentences."
[Kowalski instantly regretted saying that the moment he finished its sentence. That was awful. Disgusting, even.]
"We're not friends."
[He snaps.]
[...He can effortlessly get himself out of the headlock. Uno isn't strong at all. Instead, he leans into the touch, his head resting against it. God, he's so starved for any kind of human contact. But... Kowalski also feels safer like this. A sick, twisted sense of security. Uno can't harm him when they're this close, he rationalizes.]
[He grins from ear to ear, pulling Kowalski in closer and slightly tighter (although definitely not enough to choke), laughing viciously.]
"HA! i didn't think you'd actually go along with it, hehehe!- we're bestest of friends, kowalski, and you know it. i mean, do you even have any other friends?"
[... And then he realizes that Kowalski would've reasonably pushed him away a long time ago. He grins wider. He almost looks fucking insane. Something surges inside of his chest—pride? No. He's proud of how much he's pushed Kowalski, sure, but that isn't it. Anger? No. Why would he be angry?... No. No, it's because he feels powerful. He's completely in control. It's making him dizzy.]
[Kowalski doesn't even flinch when Uno pulls him in closer. The lack of fear he feels in this situation is... nice. In fact, a small part of him wants to get closer.]
[This is a fail-safe, he tries cementing in his mind.]
"..."
[No, his mind supplies instantly. He can't think of anyone he'd call his friend. In fact, he can't even think of proper faces or names. It's right. Kowalski doesn't have anyone besides Uno. It's the only person in Cerepoint he's ever gotten this close to in his life. They're not friends, he's the one being held hostage here. But...]
[Kowalski realizes he's been silent for too long.]
"Fuck off."
[It cackles, squeezing once again. The force might make Kowalski worried, until it's clear that literally no matter how much force Uno exerts it will not ever possibly kill him.]
"yeah, you know it too."
[It releases him, instead putting both hands on his shoulders and staring at him, wide eyed. His red irises look unhuman, like he's about to bore holes right through Kowalski's skull. They almost hardly look like real irises. Rather... someone's idea of what an iris looks like...? That's crazy. Surely that's wrong.]
"i'm all you have, kowalski. and yet you're so MEAANNN TO ME." [He shakes him around for emphasis.]
"You're not-"
[Before Kowalski could finish his sentence, Uno interrupts him and starts shaking him around.]
"Is there an issue with that?"
[He raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms. Kowalski looks slightly uncomfortable, but he keeps his eyes trained on Uno.]
"AN ISSUE WITH YOU BEING MEAN TO ME? YES. BECAUSE I'M JUST A LITTLE GUY AND IT'S MY BIRTHDAY."
[He shakes him around more before releasing him.]
"don't try and kid yourself though. you know i am. unless you wanna tell me right now you have some secret girlfriend or sibling or something who's toootally searching up and down every street for you. don't try to lie, kowalski, i know more about you than your own mother, probably."
"It is not your birthday-"
[Interrupted yet again by Uno's abrupt actions.]
"..."
[Kowalski turns his head away before speaking.]
"I don't."
[He hated saying that. He's verbally admitting he knows that nobody would realistically give a shit about his disappearance. The grip on his arms gets slightly tighter.]
[... He grins again.]
"good."
[He giggles. Good. Good. Perfect. Perfect. He has the perfect pawn in his hands. The perfect puppet. He's in control. Him. Nobody else has power over him. Not anymore. It's just him and the strings he has tied to Kowalski. Nobody's ever going to rule him again.]
"i should reward you for that, honestly. you've been so obedient as of late!" [Like training a dog.]
[Kowalski turns his head back.]
"Reward?"
[He repeats, curious. Well, that seems to have made him perk up.]
[Truthfully, Kowalski's been waiting for some kind of reward for a while. Receiving praise feels really good, but he's been going out of his way to do more than what's assigned recently.]
"uhuh. what do you want? 15 minutes to run around in a field or something? ice cream from the convenience store? 5 minutes of me shutting the fuck up? aw, but you love the sound of my voice, i'm sure you do."
[He ruffles his hair roughly, pushing his head down a bit.]
"how about a sticker?"
[Kowalski didn't expect that response at all. He's gotten so used to orders, having a lack of free will that suddenly being given a choice feels foreign— almost wrong.]
"Hm."
[He can barely think of something within reason. Something useful, something...]
"A gun upgrade."
[The response seems to genuinely take him by surprise. Then after a second or two, his face lights up as he grins. It's probably the most genuine expression he's ever given.]
"perfect. i like the way you think. give me your old gun."
[He's got him right under his thumb.]
[His eyes widen at Uno's expression. He didn't expect that kind of response from it. The corners of Kowalski's lips lifted upwards ever so slightly, a small surge of pride rising from his chest. This feels good, proving himself to be a good asset. He wants to chase this feeling.]
[He takes his gun out of his holster, handing it over to Uno.]
"Here."
"hahahaha hey jackass workin hard or hardly workin"
"sHIT-!"
[He jumps, shoving Uno away with more force than expected. Wow. Kowalski was caught completely off guard there. Congratulations!]
"Hardly. Because there's not much to do."
"ohhhhh so you're slacking off? you're slacking off. that's what you said. wowwwww, walski. tsk tsk."
[He tries not to seem taken aback by the force of which he was basically launched off of Kowalski. And also tries to pretend like he didn't stumble and nearly fall because of it.]
"i should dock your pay for this"
"I am not-"
[He stops, his brain finally registering Uno's last sentence after a delay of .2 seconds. Kowalski does a double-take. Huh???]
"What? Dock my- I do not get paid for any of this?"
"oh no didn't i tell you. i've been sending money to your savings account. that you definitely have, by the way, because i opened one for you at the bank. there's like millions in there. but hey, if you don't want it..."
[He puts a hand on his hip and looks away carelessly. He's obviously being sarcastic. What a jackass. In any universe where Uno is actually the boss of someone, he's probably not even giving them pension.]
"and especially since you're slacking off... and being so very rude to me. it's not nice to touch other people, y'know." [It jabs a finger at Kowalski's shoulder. It's fucking with him so hard.]
[Kowalski wants to kill this guy really badly. He's fully aware that Uno's just messing with him.]
"Like you'd go to the bank of all places."
[He chuckles at the thought of it. Since when has Uno of all people ever gotten anything done legitimately?]
"Besides, money is barely worth anything to me right now. Try saying something that makes sense."
[It snickers.]
"oh, you know me so well. yeah no. i'd sooner burn a bank down than step into one."
[It sighs and rests a hand on Kowalski's shoulder, which was actually a trick so it could loop it's arm around his neck and drag him closer in a near-headlock (because it isn't strong enough to put him into an actual headlock).]
"because we're such good friends, am i right. king and pawn. you and me. to the point where we finish each otheeerrrsss..."
[He sighs. Reluctantly, he decides to play along.]
"...Sentences."
[Kowalski instantly regretted saying that the moment he finished its sentence. That was awful. Disgusting, even.]
"We're not friends."
[He snaps.]
[...He can effortlessly get himself out of the headlock. Uno isn't strong at all. Instead, he leans into the touch, his head resting against it. God, he's so starved for any kind of human contact. But... Kowalski also feels safer like this. A sick, twisted sense of security. Uno can't harm him when they're this close, he rationalizes.]
[He grins from ear to ear, pulling Kowalski in closer and slightly tighter (although definitely not enough to choke), laughing viciously.]
"HA! i didn't think you'd actually go along with it, hehehe!- we're bestest of friends, kowalski, and you know it. i mean, do you even have any other friends?"
[... And then he realizes that Kowalski would've reasonably pushed him away a long time ago. He grins wider. He almost looks fucking insane. Something surges inside of his chest—pride? No. He's proud of how much he's pushed Kowalski, sure, but that isn't it. Anger? No. Why would he be angry?... No. No, it's because he feels powerful. He's completely in control. It's making him dizzy.]
[Kowalski doesn't even flinch when Uno pulls him in closer. The lack of fear he feels in this situation is... nice. In fact, a small part of him wants to get closer.]
[This is a fail-safe, he tries cementing in his mind.]
"..."
[No, his mind supplies instantly. He can't think of anyone he'd call his friend. In fact, he can't even think of proper faces or names. It's right. Kowalski doesn't have anyone besides Uno. It's the only person in Cerepoint he's ever gotten this close to in his life. They're not friends, he's the one being held hostage here. But...]
[Kowalski realizes he's been silent for too long.]
"Fuck off."
[It cackles, squeezing once again. The force might make Kowalski worried, until it's clear that literally no matter how much force Uno exerts it will not ever possibly kill him.]
"yeah, you know it too."
[It releases him, instead putting both hands on his shoulders and staring at him, wide eyed. His red irises look unhuman, like he's about to bore holes right through Kowalski's skull. They almost hardly look like real irises. Rather... someone's idea of what an iris looks like...? That's crazy. Surely that's wrong.]
"i'm all you have, kowalski. and yet you're so MEAANNN TO ME." [He shakes him around for emphasis.]
"You're not-"
[Before Kowalski could finish his sentence, Uno interrupts him and starts shaking him around.]
"Is there an issue with that?"
[He raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms. Kowalski looks slightly uncomfortable, but he keeps his eyes trained on Uno.]
"AN ISSUE WITH YOU BEING MEAN TO ME? YES. BECAUSE I'M JUST A LITTLE GUY AND IT'S MY BIRTHDAY."
[He shakes him around more before releasing him.]
"don't try and kid yourself though. you know i am. unless you wanna tell me right now you have some secret girlfriend or sibling or something who's toootally searching up and down every street for you. don't try to lie, kowalski, i know more about you than your own mother, probably."
"It is not your birthday-"
[Interrupted yet again by Uno's abrupt actions.]
"..."
[Kowalski turns his head away before speaking.]
"I don't."
[He hated saying that. He's verbally admitting he knows that nobody would realistically give a shit about his disappearance. The grip on his arms gets slightly tighter.]
[... He grins again.]
"good."
[He giggles. Good. Good. Perfect. Perfect. He has the perfect pawn in his hands. The perfect puppet. He's in control. Him. Nobody else has power over him. Not anymore. It's just him and the strings he has tied to Kowalski. Nobody's ever going to rule him again.]
"i should reward you for that, honestly. you've been so obedient as of late!" [Like training a dog.]
[Kowalski turns his head back.]
"Reward?"
[He repeats, curious. Well, that seems to have made him perk up.]
[Truthfully, Kowalski's been waiting for some kind of reward for a while. Receiving praise feels really good, but he's been going out of his way to do more than what's assigned recently.]
"uhuh. what do you want? 15 minutes to run around in a field or something? ice cream from the convenience store? 5 minutes of me shutting the fuck up? aw, but you love the sound of my voice, i'm sure you do."
[He ruffles his hair roughly, pushing his head down a bit.]
"how about a sticker?"
[Kowalski didn't expect that response at all. He's gotten so used to orders, having a lack of free will that suddenly being given a choice feels foreign— almost wrong.]
"Hm."
[He can barely think of something within reason. Something useful, something...]
"A gun upgrade."
"hahahaha hey jackass workin hard or hardly workin"
"sHIT-!"
[He jumps, shoving Uno away with more force than expected. Wow. Kowalski was caught completely off guard there. Congratulations!]
"Hardly. Because there's not much to do."
"ohhhhh so you're slacking off? you're slacking off. that's what you said. wowwwww, walski. tsk tsk."
[He tries not to seem taken aback by the force of which he was basically launched off of Kowalski. And also tries to pretend like he didn't stumble and nearly fall because of it.]
"i should dock your pay for this"
"I am not-"
[He stops, his brain finally registering Uno's last sentence after a delay of .2 seconds. Kowalski does a double-take. Huh???]
"What? Dock my- I do not get paid for any of this?"
"oh no didn't i tell you. i've been sending money to your savings account. that you definitely have, by the way, because i opened one for you at the bank. there's like millions in there. but hey, if you don't want it..."
[He puts a hand on his hip and looks away carelessly. He's obviously being sarcastic. What a jackass. In any universe where Uno is actually the boss of someone, he's probably not even giving them pension.]
"and especially since you're slacking off... and being so very rude to me. it's not nice to touch other people, y'know." [It jabs a finger at Kowalski's shoulder. It's fucking with him so hard.]
[Kowalski wants to kill this guy really badly. He's fully aware that Uno's just messing with him.]
"Like you'd go to the bank of all places."
[He chuckles at the thought of it. Since when has Uno of all people ever gotten anything done legitimately?]
"Besides, money is barely worth anything to me right now. Try saying something that makes sense."
[It snickers.]
"oh, you know me so well. yeah no. i'd sooner burn a bank down than step into one."
[It sighs and rests a hand on Kowalski's shoulder, which was actually a trick so it could loop it's arm around his neck and drag him closer in a near-headlock (because it isn't strong enough to put him into an actual headlock).]
"because we're such good friends, am i right. king and pawn. you and me. to the point where we finish each otheeerrrsss..."
[He sighs. Reluctantly, he decides to play along.]
"...Sentences."
[Kowalski instantly regretted saying that the moment he finished its sentence. That was awful. Disgusting, even.]
"We're not friends."
[He snaps.]
[...He can effortlessly get himself out of the headlock. Uno isn't strong at all. Instead, he leans into the touch, his head resting against it. God, he's so starved for any kind of human contact. But... Kowalski also feels safer like this. A sick, twisted sense of security. Uno can't harm him when they're this close, he rationalizes.]
[He grins from ear to ear, pulling Kowalski in closer and slightly tighter (although definitely not enough to choke), laughing viciously.]
"HA! i didn't think you'd actually go along with it, hehehe!- we're bestest of friends, kowalski, and you know it. i mean, do you even have any other friends?"
[... And then he realizes that Kowalski would've reasonably pushed him away a long time ago. He grins wider. He almost looks fucking insane. Something surges inside of his chest—pride? No. He's proud of how much he's pushed Kowalski, sure, but that isn't it. Anger? No. Why would he be angry?... No. No, it's because he feels powerful. He's completely in control. It's making him dizzy.]
[Kowalski doesn't even flinch when Uno pulls him in closer. The lack of fear he feels in this situation is... nice. In fact, a small part of him wants to get closer.]
[This is a fail-safe, he tries cementing in his mind.]
"..."
[No, his mind supplies instantly. He can't think of anyone he'd call his friend. In fact, he can't even think of proper faces or names. It's right. Kowalski doesn't have anyone besides Uno. It's the only person in Cerepoint he's ever gotten this close to in his life. They're not friends, he's the one being held hostage here. But...]
[Kowalski realizes he's been silent for too long.]
"Fuck off."
[It cackles, squeezing once again. The force might make Kowalski worried, until it's clear that literally no matter how much force Uno exerts it will not ever possibly kill him.]
"yeah, you know it too."
[It releases him, instead putting both hands on his shoulders and staring at him, wide eyed. His red irises look unhuman, like he's about to bore holes right through Kowalski's skull. They almost hardly look like real irises. Rather... someone's idea of what an iris looks like...? That's crazy. Surely that's wrong.]
"i'm all you have, kowalski. and yet you're so MEAANNN TO ME." [He shakes him around for emphasis.]
"You're not-"
[Before Kowalski could finish his sentence, Uno interrupts him and starts shaking him around.]
"Is there an issue with that?"
[He raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms. Kowalski looks slightly uncomfortable, but he keeps his eyes trained on Uno.]
"AN ISSUE WITH YOU BEING MEAN TO ME? YES. BECAUSE I'M JUST A LITTLE GUY AND IT'S MY BIRTHDAY."
[He shakes him around more before releasing him.]
"don't try and kid yourself though. you know i am. unless you wanna tell me right now you have some secret girlfriend or sibling or something who's toootally searching up and down every street for you. don't try to lie, kowalski, i know more about you than your own mother, probably."
"It is not your birthday-"
[Interrupted yet again by Uno's abrupt actions.]
"..."
[Kowalski turns his head away before speaking.]
"I don't."
[He hated saying that. He's verbally admitting he knows that nobody would realistically give a shit about his disappearance. The grip on his arms gets slightly tighter.]
[... He grins again.]
"good."
[He giggles. Good. Good. Perfect. Perfect. He has the perfect pawn in his hands. The perfect puppet. He's in control. Him. Nobody else has power over him. Not anymore. It's just him and the strings he has tied to Kowalski. Nobody's ever going to rule him again.]
"i should reward you for that, honestly. you've been so obedient as of late!" [Like training a dog.]
[Kowalski turns his head back.]
"Reward?"
[He repeats, curious. Well, that seems to have made him perk up.]
[Truthfully, Kowalski's been waiting for some kind of reward for a while. Receiving praise feels really good, but he's been going out of his way to do more than what's assigned recently.]
"hahahaha hey jackass workin hard or hardly workin"
"sHIT-!"
[He jumps, shoving Uno away with more force than expected. Wow. Kowalski was caught completely off guard there. Congratulations!]
"Hardly. Because there's not much to do."
"ohhhhh so you're slacking off? you're slacking off. that's what you said. wowwwww, walski. tsk tsk."
[He tries not to seem taken aback by the force of which he was basically launched off of Kowalski. And also tries to pretend like he didn't stumble and nearly fall because of it.]
"i should dock your pay for this"
"I am not-"
[He stops, his brain finally registering Uno's last sentence after a delay of .2 seconds. Kowalski does a double-take. Huh???]
"What? Dock my- I do not get paid for any of this?"
"oh no didn't i tell you. i've been sending money to your savings account. that you definitely have, by the way, because i opened one for you at the bank. there's like millions in there. but hey, if you don't want it..."
[He puts a hand on his hip and looks away carelessly. He's obviously being sarcastic. What a jackass. In any universe where Uno is actually the boss of someone, he's probably not even giving them pension.]
"and especially since you're slacking off... and being so very rude to me. it's not nice to touch other people, y'know." [It jabs a finger at Kowalski's shoulder. It's fucking with him so hard.]
[Kowalski wants to kill this guy really badly. He's fully aware that Uno's just messing with him.]
"Like you'd go to the bank of all places."
[He chuckles at the thought of it. Since when has Uno of all people ever gotten anything done legitimately?]
"Besides, money is barely worth anything to me right now. Try saying something that makes sense."
[It snickers.]
"oh, you know me so well. yeah no. i'd sooner burn a bank down than step into one."
[It sighs and rests a hand on Kowalski's shoulder, which was actually a trick so it could loop it's arm around his neck and drag him closer in a near-headlock (because it isn't strong enough to put him into an actual headlock).]
"because we're such good friends, am i right. king and pawn. you and me. to the point where we finish each otheeerrrsss..."
[He sighs. Reluctantly, he decides to play along.]
"...Sentences."
[Kowalski instantly regretted saying that the moment he finished its sentence. That was awful. Disgusting, even.]
"We're not friends."
[He snaps.]
[...He can effortlessly get himself out of the headlock. Uno isn't strong at all. Instead, he leans into the touch, his head resting against it. God, he's so starved for any kind of human contact. But... Kowalski also feels safer like this. A sick, twisted sense of security. Uno can't harm him when they're this close, he rationalizes.]
[He grins from ear to ear, pulling Kowalski in closer and slightly tighter (although definitely not enough to choke), laughing viciously.]
"HA! i didn't think you'd actually go along with it, hehehe!- we're bestest of friends, kowalski, and you know it. i mean, do you even have any other friends?"
[... And then he realizes that Kowalski would've reasonably pushed him away a long time ago. He grins wider. He almost looks fucking insane. Something surges inside of his chest—pride? No. He's proud of how much he's pushed Kowalski, sure, but that isn't it. Anger? No. Why would he be angry?... No. No, it's because he feels powerful. He's completely in control. It's making him dizzy.]
[Kowalski doesn't even flinch when Uno pulls him in closer. The lack of fear he feels in this situation is... nice. In fact, a small part of him wants to get closer.]
[This is a fail-safe, he tries cementing in his mind.]
"..."
[No, his mind supplies instantly. He can't think of anyone he'd call his friend. In fact, he can't even think of proper faces or names. It's right. Kowalski doesn't have anyone besides Uno. It's the only person in Cerepoint he's ever gotten this close to in his life. They're not friends, he's the one being held hostage here. But...]
[Kowalski realizes he's been silent for too long.]
"Fuck off."
[It cackles, squeezing once again. The force might make Kowalski worried, until it's clear that literally no matter how much force Uno exerts it will not ever possibly kill him.]
"yeah, you know it too."
[It releases him, instead putting both hands on his shoulders and staring at him, wide eyed. His red irises look unhuman, like he's about to bore holes right through Kowalski's skull. They almost hardly look like real irises. Rather... someone's idea of what an iris looks like...? That's crazy. Surely that's wrong.]
"i'm all you have, kowalski. and yet you're so MEAANNN TO ME." [He shakes him around for emphasis.]
"You're not-"
[Before Kowalski could finish his sentence, Uno interrupts him and starts shaking him around.]
"Is there an issue with that?"
[He raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms. Kowalski looks slightly uncomfortable, but he keeps his eyes trained on Uno.]
"AN ISSUE WITH YOU BEING MEAN TO ME? YES. BECAUSE I'M JUST A LITTLE GUY AND IT'S MY BIRTHDAY."
[He shakes him around more before releasing him.]
"don't try and kid yourself though. you know i am. unless you wanna tell me right now you have some secret girlfriend or sibling or something who's toootally searching up and down every street for you. don't try to lie, kowalski, i know more about you than your own mother, probably."
"It is not your birthday-"
[Interrupted yet again by Uno's abrupt actions.]
"..."
[Kowalski turns his head away before speaking.]
"I don't."
[He hated saying that. He's verbally admitting he knows that nobody would realistically give a shit about his disappearance. The grip on his arms gets slightly tighter.]
"hahahaha hey jackass workin hard or hardly workin"
"sHIT-!"
[He jumps, shoving Uno away with more force than expected. Wow. Kowalski was caught completely off guard there. Congratulations!]
"Hardly. Because there's not much to do."
"ohhhhh so you're slacking off? you're slacking off. that's what you said. wowwwww, walski. tsk tsk."
[He tries not to seem taken aback by the force of which he was basically launched off of Kowalski. And also tries to pretend like he didn't stumble and nearly fall because of it.]
"i should dock your pay for this"
"I am not-"
[He stops, his brain finally registering Uno's last sentence after a delay of .2 seconds. Kowalski does a double-take. Huh???]
"What? Dock my- I do not get paid for any of this?"
"oh no didn't i tell you. i've been sending money to your savings account. that you definitely have, by the way, because i opened one for you at the bank. there's like millions in there. but hey, if you don't want it..."
[He puts a hand on his hip and looks away carelessly. He's obviously being sarcastic. What a jackass. In any universe where Uno is actually the boss of someone, he's probably not even giving them pension.]
"and especially since you're slacking off... and being so very rude to me. it's not nice to touch other people, y'know." [It jabs a finger at Kowalski's shoulder. It's fucking with him so hard.]
[Kowalski wants to kill this guy really badly. He's fully aware that Uno's just messing with him.]
"Like you'd go to the bank of all places."
[He chuckles at the thought of it. Since when has Uno of all people ever gotten anything done legitimately?]
"Besides, money is barely worth anything to me right now. Try saying something that makes sense."
[It snickers.]
"oh, you know me so well. yeah no. i'd sooner burn a bank down than step into one."
[It sighs and rests a hand on Kowalski's shoulder, which was actually a trick so it could loop it's arm around his neck and drag him closer in a near-headlock (because it isn't strong enough to put him into an actual headlock).]
"because we're such good friends, am i right. king and pawn. you and me. to the point where we finish each otheeerrrsss..."
[He sighs. Reluctantly, he decides to play along.]
"...Sentences."
[Kowalski instantly regretted saying that the moment he finished its sentence. That was awful. Disgusting, even.]
"We're not friends."
[He snaps.]
[...He can effortlessly get himself out of the headlock. Uno isn't strong at all. Instead, he leans into the touch, his head resting against it. God, he's so starved for any kind of human contact. But... Kowalski also feels safer like this. A sick, twisted sense of security. Uno can't harm him when they're this close, he rationalizes.]
[He grins from ear to ear, pulling Kowalski in closer and slightly tighter (although definitely not enough to choke), laughing viciously.]
"HA! i didn't think you'd actually go along with it, hehehe!- we're bestest of friends, kowalski, and you know it. i mean, do you even have any other friends?"
[... And then he realizes that Kowalski would've reasonably pushed him away a long time ago. He grins wider. He almost looks fucking insane. Something surges inside of his chest—pride? No. He's proud of how much he's pushed Kowalski, sure, but that isn't it. Anger? No. Why would he be angry?... No. No, it's because he feels powerful. He's completely in control. It's making him dizzy.]
[Kowalski doesn't even flinch when Uno pulls him in closer. The lack of fear he feels in this situation is... nice. In fact, a small part of him wants to get closer.]
[This is a fail-safe, he tries cementing in his mind.]
"..."
[No, his mind supplies instantly. He can't think of anyone he'd call his friend. In fact, he can't even think of proper faces or names. It's right. Kowalski doesn't have anyone besides Uno. It's the only person in Cerepoint he's ever gotten this close to in his life. They're not friends, he's the one being held hostage here. But...]
[Kowalski realizes he's been silent for too long.]
"Fuck off."
[It cackles, squeezing once again. The force might make Kowalski worried, until it's clear that literally no matter how much force Uno exerts it will not ever possibly kill him.]
"yeah, you know it too."
[It releases him, instead putting both hands on his shoulders and staring at him, wide eyed. His red irises look unhuman, like he's about to bore holes right through Kowalski's skull. They almost hardly look like real irises. Rather... someone's idea of what an iris looks like...? That's crazy. Surely that's wrong.]
"i'm all you have, kowalski. and yet you're so MEAANNN TO ME." [He shakes him around for emphasis.]
"You're not-"
[Before Kowalski could finish his sentence, Uno interrupts him and starts shaking him around.]
"Is there an issue with that?"
[He raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms. Kowalski looks slightly uncomfortable, but he keeps his eyes trained on Uno.]
"hahahaha hey jackass workin hard or hardly workin"
"sHIT-!"
[He jumps, shoving Uno away with more force than expected. Wow. Kowalski was caught completely off guard there. Congratulations!]
"Hardly. Because there's not much to do."
"ohhhhh so you're slacking off? you're slacking off. that's what you said. wowwwww, walski. tsk tsk."
[He tries not to seem taken aback by the force of which he was basically launched off of Kowalski. And also tries to pretend like he didn't stumble and nearly fall because of it.]
"i should dock your pay for this"
"I am not-"
[He stops, his brain finally registering Uno's last sentence after a delay of .2 seconds. Kowalski does a double-take. Huh???]
"What? Dock my- I do not get paid for any of this?"
"oh no didn't i tell you. i've been sending money to your savings account. that you definitely have, by the way, because i opened one for you at the bank. there's like millions in there. but hey, if you don't want it..."
[He puts a hand on his hip and looks away carelessly. He's obviously being sarcastic. What a jackass. In any universe where Uno is actually the boss of someone, he's probably not even giving them pension.]
"and especially since you're slacking off... and being so very rude to me. it's not nice to touch other people, y'know." [It jabs a finger at Kowalski's shoulder. It's fucking with him so hard.]
[Kowalski wants to kill this guy really badly. He's fully aware that Uno's just messing with him.]
"Like you'd go to the bank of all places."
[He chuckles at the thought of it. Since when has Uno of all people ever gotten anything done legitimately?]
"Besides, money is barely worth anything to me right now. Try saying something that makes sense."
[It snickers.]
"oh, you know me so well. yeah no. i'd sooner burn a bank down than step into one."
[It sighs and rests a hand on Kowalski's shoulder, which was actually a trick so it could loop it's arm around his neck and drag him closer in a near-headlock (because it isn't strong enough to put him into an actual headlock).]
"because we're such good friends, am i right. king and pawn. you and me. to the point where we finish each otheeerrrsss..."
[He sighs. Reluctantly, he decides to play along.]
"...Sentences."
[Kowalski instantly regretted saying that the moment he finished its sentence. That was awful. Disgusting, even.]
"We're not friends."
[He snaps.]
[...He can effortlessly get himself out of the headlock. Uno isn't strong at all. Instead, he leans into the touch, his head resting against it. God, he's so starved for any kind of human contact. But... Kowalski also feels safer like this. A sick, twisted sense of security. Uno can't harm him when they're this close, he rationalizes.]
[He grins from ear to ear, pulling Kowalski in closer and slightly tighter (although definitely not enough to choke), laughing viciously.]
"HA! i didn't think you'd actually go along with it, hehehe!- we're bestest of friends, kowalski, and you know it. i mean, do you even have any other friends?"
[... And then he realizes that Kowalski would've reasonably pushed him away a long time ago. He grins wider. He almost looks fucking insane. Something surges inside of his chest—pride? No. He's proud of how much he's pushed Kowalski, sure, but that isn't it. Anger? No. Why would he be angry?... No. No, it's because he feels powerful. He's completely in control. It's making him dizzy.]
[Kowalski doesn't even flinch when Uno pulls him in closer. The lack of fear he feels in this situation is... nice. In fact, a small part of him wants to get closer.]
[This is a fail-safe, he tries cementing in his mind.]
"..."
[No, his mind supplies instantly. He can't think of anyone he'd call his friend. In fact, he can't even think of proper faces or names. It's right. Kowalski doesn't have anyone besides Uno. It's the only person in Cerepoint he's ever gotten this close to in his life. They're not friends, he's the one being held hostage here. But...]
[Kowalski realizes he's been silent for too long.]
"Fuck off."
"hahahaha hey jackass workin hard or hardly workin"
"sHIT-!"
[He jumps, shoving Uno away with more force than expected. Wow. Kowalski was caught completely off guard there. Congratulations!]
"Hardly. Because there's not much to do."
"ohhhhh so you're slacking off? you're slacking off. that's what you said. wowwwww, walski. tsk tsk."
[He tries not to seem taken aback by the force of which he was basically launched off of Kowalski. And also tries to pretend like he didn't stumble and nearly fall because of it.]
"i should dock your pay for this"
"I am not-"
[He stops, his brain finally registering Uno's last sentence after a delay of .2 seconds. Kowalski does a double-take. Huh???]
"What? Dock my- I do not get paid for any of this?"
"oh no didn't i tell you. i've been sending money to your savings account. that you definitely have, by the way, because i opened one for you at the bank. there's like millions in there. but hey, if you don't want it..."
[He puts a hand on his hip and looks away carelessly. He's obviously being sarcastic. What a jackass. In any universe where Uno is actually the boss of someone, he's probably not even giving them pension.]
"and especially since you're slacking off... and being so very rude to me. it's not nice to touch other people, y'know." [It jabs a finger at Kowalski's shoulder. It's fucking with him so hard.]
[Kowalski wants to kill this guy really badly. He's fully aware that Uno's just messing with him.]
"Like you'd go to the bank of all places."
[He chuckles at the thought of it. Since when has Uno of all people ever gotten anything done legitimately?]
"Besides, money is barely worth anything to me right now. Try saying something that makes sense."
[It snickers.]
"oh, you know me so well. yeah no. i'd sooner burn a bank down than step into one."
[It sighs and rests a hand on Kowalski's shoulder, which was actually a trick so it could loop it's arm around his neck and drag him closer in a near-headlock (because it isn't strong enough to put him into an actual headlock).]
"because we're such good friends, am i right. king and pawn. you and me. to the point where we finish each otheeerrrsss..."
[He sighs. Reluctantly, he decides to play along.]
"...Sentences."
[Kowalski instantly regretted saying that the moment he finished its sentence. That was awful. Disgusting, even.]
"We're not friends."
[He snaps.]
[...He can effortlessly get himself out of the headlock. Uno isn't strong at all. Instead, he leans into the touch, his head resting against it. God, he's so starved for any kind of human contact. But... Kowalski also feels safer like this. A sick, twisted sense of security. Uno can't harm him when they're this close, he rationalizes.]
"hahahaha hey jackass workin hard or hardly workin"
"sHIT-!"
[He jumps, shoving Uno away with more force than expected. Wow. Kowalski was caught completely off guard there. Congratulations!]
"Hardly. Because there's not much to do."
"ohhhhh so you're slacking off? you're slacking off. that's what you said. wowwwww, walski. tsk tsk."
[He tries not to seem taken aback by the force of which he was basically launched off of Kowalski. And also tries to pretend like he didn't stumble and nearly fall because of it.]
"i should dock your pay for this"
"I am not-"
[He stops, his brain finally registering Uno's last sentence after a delay of .2 seconds. Kowalski does a double-take. Huh???]
"What? Dock my- I do not get paid for any of this?"
"oh no didn't i tell you. i've been sending money to your savings account. that you definitely have, by the way, because i opened one for you at the bank. there's like millions in there. but hey, if you don't want it..."
[He puts a hand on his hip and looks away carelessly. He's obviously being sarcastic. What a jackass. In any universe where Uno is actually the boss of someone, he's probably not even giving them pension.]
"and especially since you're slacking off... and being so very rude to me. it's not nice to touch other people, y'know." [It jabs a finger at Kowalski's shoulder. It's fucking with him so hard.]
[Kowalski wants to kill this guy really badly. He's fully aware that Uno's just messing with him.]
"Like you'd go to the bank of all places."
[He chuckles at the thought of it. Since when has Uno of all people ever gotten anything done legitimately?]
"Besides, money is barely worth anything to me right now. Try saying something that makes sense."
