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You didn’t mean for this to happen, you were just trying to protect yourself! I mean, it was bound to happen eventually, right? … right???
Like, sure, hitting that guy with your mallet was only supposed to make him not wanna kill you, but he just liked it too much!!! Now you were running away from a dreadheaded adrenaline junkie, who just won’t stop begging to be whacked upside the head with your mallet.
“Hey, cleaner~! Can’t just run away from me after making me feel that good!” The raider drawled, while practically bouncing off the ceiling in delight as he chased you.
“No! Get away from me you freak, you weren’t supposed to like that! Somebody HELP–!” You screeched as your pursuers gigantic claws gouged into the ground to your left.
“Aww c’mon, don’t be like that. Look, I can make you feel good too– with the toxins in my claws you’ll be flying sky high!”
“Hard pass asshole!” You darted around a few corners as you heard the raider all but moan at the thought of having his brain knocked around inside his skull by your mallet. Thankfully, you stumbled across a fellow cleaner– Zanka.
Tears of relief filled your eyes as you jumped the boy into a hug. “Zanka! I thought I was done for! You gotta help me, this weirdo raider wont stop asking me to bash his head in with my mallet!” you gripped his shoulders and shook them to accentuate your point.
Zanka couldn't help but feel his eyebrow twitch at the annoyingly familiar description. “Tch, of course it's that guy.” he gripped his lovely Asistaff’s handle a little harder as he braced for another uncomfortable meeting.
You flinched as you heard the slapping of shoes on concrete growing ever closer, as your confusion rose. “Waitwaitwait, what do you mean ‘that guy’??? Zanka, don't tell me you know that freakazoid?!”
A bead of sweat slid down Zanka’s brow as the loc’ed up tweaker rounded the corner and spotted the pair. “AYYE, Zanka, old buddy! Didn’t know you were here to get whacked off too!”
“Oh my gosh, don’t fucking phrase it like that, you creepo!” you quickly turned to Zanka “Hey– I promise you I did not do that to him, he’s being weird.”
Zanka rolled his eyes. “Trust me, I know how weird he can get.” He got into a fighting stance as Jabber slowly approached the two.
“Hey, Zanka, you're gonna have to wait your turn, ‘Cause–” The raider ducked down and dashed towards the pair of cleaners, Jinki at the ready.
“I’mma need a taste of that mallet ‘fore we start fightin’!” Zanka growled and lunged towards him. “Like hell! You'll need ta’ get through me first!”
The dual hair colored teen readied his staff to pin Jabber down, but as he made the motion, Jabber jumped above him and kicked the back of his head.
The dreadhead tapped at his choker as he landed, a few feet away from you. “Hey, Cthoni, could you get rid o’ this guy for me?” Zanka’s anger bubbled at the back of his throat, but before he could do anything about it, he was sinking into a blue and green swirling mess of a manhole.
“Dammit!” Zanka called out your name, “Be careful with this guy! He’s mad unpredictab–” Before he was swallowed whole, and the manhole disappeared.
“Look at you, bein’ all quiet while your friend got taken.” an erotic smile stretched across the dreadhead’s face as you stared up at him, trembling with a mix of unease and blatant disgust.
“Awwh, don’t look at me like that,”
He licked his lips.
“It’s only gonna turn me on even more!”
“Genuinely what is your problem…” you murmured, and took a few steps back, hoping to make more space between the two of you. Your actions were only futile, as in two long strides, he crossed the area with ease.
“C’mon, all ya’ gotta do is smack that nice hard mallet of yours,” he took your hand and placed it on his cheek, with an eerie smirk. “Right here.”
His smirk widened as he felt your hand tremble against his face. “Hey, don’t be so shy now~! You did it so much earlier, what's the harm in doing it now?” He dropped your hand and took a step back, opening his stance, giving you a clear shot of his cheek.
“You know what, fuck it.”
And with that, you activated your jinki, and swung directly at his head with all your might. You're sure you heard a crunching sound as he flies across the hall. Huffing and panting, you step closer to the twitching heep of maniac. Thinking he was knocked out, you kicked him. “Serves you right.” you spat at his seemingly unconscious body.
Well, that was until you heard a sound that a person would only make if they creamed their pants. “What the actual fuck.” you stumbled back as you heard him start to chuckle. He rolled over onto his back, head upside down, nose bleeding as he looked at you with a blissed out expression. “That felt–” he bit his lip and let out another moan, probably to emphasize what you were already seeing. “What did Zanka say your name was again?”
He let your name roll off his tongue in a breathless tone, “it sounds perfect.” he sighed euphorically “I have a feeling we’re gonna be good friends, remind me to return the favor some..time...” and then his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he finally passed out. You let out a shaky sigh of relief as you ran out of his general vicinity, honestly anywhere away from him.