A/N
I'll be honest, this chapter didn't leave me very satisfied, but hey, it's something, a new chapter~
It's probably a weak chapter compared to the others.
But hey, I'll do better next time.
well, enjoy!
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Christian kept staring at Simon's body lying on the floor. Blood continued to pour from the decapitated corpse, forming a growing pool beneath it.
David glanced between the corpse and Christian as he stood up casually.
"Well," he said nonchalantly, "I guess it's my turn now."
Christian turned his head toward David—only to freeze when he saw the barrel of a gun aimed right at his face.
"WAIT, WAIT! HOLD ON A SECOND!" Christian screamed, throwing his hands up in panic. "I CAN GIVE YOU MONEY! LOTS OF MONEY, WOMEN, ANYTHING YOU WANT! JUST DON'T KILL ME!"
"Hmmm... I can't, man. Right now, I'm in that violent mood, you know? I mean, today's one of those edgy anti-hero mode kinda days. I've gotta say dark, dramatic lines and go around killing the locals—well, I mean, the criminals working with you." David said, calmly aiming at Christian's forehead. "Honestly, if that dumbass friend of mine hadn't messed with your gang or something, I'd be home right now, drinking something warm and watching a Pokémon marathon."
One of David's eyes twitched. Violent thoughts started creeping into his mind. Dark shit—but he could still manage it. kinda easy. At least for now, since he was surrounded by dangerous criminals, he didn't mind letting it out a little.
Suddenly, the lights in the room flickered again.
David clicked his tongue and glanced toward the corner where the kid had been.
But he was gone.
"Where the hell did he go...?" David muttered. The lights steadied again.
"So, where were we?" he said, turning back to Christian—only to see him frozen in place, staring straight at David.
Then David noticed something strange: thin red lines began forming on Christian's face, spreading out like cracks in broken glass.
*BOOM*
Christian's head exploded like a watermelon dropped from a rooftop. Blood sprayed in every direction—splattering the walls, the floor, and David himself.
David shut his eyes as the blood hit him, soaking into his clothes.
The boss lifeless, headless body slumped to the ground with a thud. Blood pooled rapidly around it.
David slowly opened one eye.
"Oh, come on, man... seriously?" he muttered.
He wiped the blood off his face with the back of his hand. "Thank God it didn't get in my mouth."
He looked down at his now-ruined outfit and groaned. "Ugh... I really liked these clothes."
He glanced around the room, sounding mildly annoyed. "Alright... where's that damn brat?"
But no one else was there.
Just four corpses. And him.
David rubbed his temple with the barrel of his gun. "Where'd he disappear to?"
Then, the lights flickered once more—just for a second.
"Okay, the horror show's over, kid. Everyone here is dead now," David sighed, looking down at Christian's corpse on the floor.
"Why not? People like horror movies, right? Asriel would probably be scared of them."
A soft male voice spoke from behind David.
David turned around and saw a boy sitting casually on the couch. He had brown hair that shifted slightly as he tilted his head, and brown eyes that calmly stared at him. His skin was smooth and a bit pale.
David looked at him with curiosity and approached. He met Chara's gaze and said,
"You look... more normal than I expected."
Chara looked him dead in the eye and replied,
"You're terrible with kids, you know that?"
"Hmmm..." David muttered, then raised his gun and aimed it directly at Chara's forehead. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
*BANG*
The shot echoed through the room—
But Chara had vanished.
Suddenly, David felt a sharp pain slice across his back, like he'd been cut.
"Shooting someone like that isn't very polite," Chara's voice said behind him.
David turned again to see Chara now sitting at the desk, smiling while holding a bullet between his fingers.
"Good speed..." David said, grinning.
Chara raised an eyebrow.
*BANG*
"Hey... this is getting annoying. Stop..." Chara said with a touch of irritation.
*BANG*
"Hey—"
*BANG*
"Do you want me to cut your head off?" Chara asked flatly, now holding four bullets between his fingers. His eyes narrowed, visibly annoyed.
David just stared at him calmly, casually holding his gun. He slowly started raising his hand again.
"Don't do it."
"Don't you dare..."
Chara was this close to killing him, but held back.
"I'm warning you..." Chara growled, quickly flicking his hand. The bullets in his fingers fired out, striking David's hand. His gun flew from his grip as his hand shattered from the impact.
"Hey... my gun..." David muttered sadly as he looked at the broken weapon on the floor.
"Oh well," he added casually—
And his hand regenerated instantly.
"Well, we're supposed to be killing... criminals, right?" Chara said, hopping down from the desk and walking over to him.
"Oh yeah! We're takin' them all out! After all, it's a mission for vigilantes like us!" David said enthusiastically, throwing up a fist like a hero in a Saturday morning cartoon.
Chara stared at him with a blank expression. "Vigilantes...? I just have to kill them, right?"
"Ah... yeah..." David replied a bit awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.
Chara looked around and spotted the door to the room. He started walking toward it.
"Ah! Wait for me!" David called out, catching up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large wooden sledgehammer. It was huge—no normal person could lift it easily. But David swung it onto his shoulder like it weighed nothing.
He grinned and said, "Alright then, let's go!"
Chara just looked at him, blankly.
"Okay..."
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"So... what do you think they're talking about in there?" said a guard to his colleague as he glanced toward the door of their boss Christian's office.
"I don't know, man. The boss's office is special. You can't hear anything from the outside. That room's got soundproofing—he spent a lot of money on it. He's all about privacy. But from what I've heard, they're probably just talking business," the other guard replied as he pulled out a cigarette and a lighter.
The two of them were just hallway guards, keeping an eye out for anything unusual.
"That damn music… you can hear it from here. Damn," one of the guards muttered, annoyed.
"It's not that bad. Kinda muffled. Not too annoying," the other said casually as he lit his cigarette.
While they kept chatting—about work, pay raises, the usual—some workers passed by in the hallway.
Then suddenly, something happened.
"Hey, awesome fucking workers!" David suddenly appeared out of nowhere behind them.
"HOLY CRAP! Dude, you scared me!" one of the guards shouted, clenching his fist, caught off guard.
The other guard almost fell back in shock but steadied himself and snapped, "What the fuck, man?!"
But they both quickly noticed something: David was carrying a massive wooden mallet on his shoulder.
"Haha, sorry! Anyway, I've got some big news for you! You've been promoted!" David grinned. "To Customer!" he added with a twisted smile.
In the next second, he swung the sledgehammer and smashed one of the guards. The poor guy was launched into the wall. The wall caved in with a deep crater, his body mangled and sunken into the debris.
The second guard bolted, running for his life—but David suddenly appeared right beside him, running casually along.
"What are we running from?!?" David asked cheerfully.
The guard's blood ran cold. A split second later, the sledgehammer came crashing down on him. He was thrown across the hall like a ragdoll, slammed into the wall with brutal force. Cracks spread across the surface, his bones shattered, skull crushed—another crater in the wall.
David stopped and turned toward the people still walking down the hallway. They froze when they saw him—terror written all over their faces.
Panic exploded. Everyone started running.
"Time to dance!" David shouted with a wild grin.
Elsewhere — in one of the club's rooms...
A security guard sat in front of multiple monitors, watching the live feeds from security cameras. He stared at the hallway feed, confused.
"What the hell...?" he muttered as he watched David on screen—a lunatic with a giant sledgehammer—brutally killing guards.
The guard's eyes went wide in horror.
Then suddenly, he heard something behind him.
He spun around—someone was standing there.
A brown-haired boy in a sweater. A knife in his hand. The guard hadn't heard the door open. No footsteps. Nothing.
The boy had just appeared.
Chara stared at him silently. The guard scrambled, reaching for the pistol on his desk.
"No, no, no~" Chara's soft voice whispered in his ear.
Suddenly—a thin red line appeared across the guard's wrist.
His hand slipped off—and hit the floor with a thud.
"Oh!"
"SHIT!! GOD—GOD!! MY FUCKING HAND!!" the guard screamed, clutching the stump, blood pouring down his arm.
"Noisy," Chara said, stepping forward.
The guard tried to get away, stumbling, desperate—but he couldn't.
Chara kicked him in the leg. The bone snapped. His leg bent the wrong way, piercing through his pants. Bone was sticking out.
"AHHHHHH FUCK!!! AHHHH!!" The guard howled in agony, collapsing in a pool of blood, sobbing and screaming.
Chara stood over him calmly, watching.
"so weak. So pathetic... your soul isn't even worth it."
Suddenly, Chara's eyes turned blood red. The guard stared in horror, paralyzed with fear as a chill crept down his spine.
Chara raised the knife—his grin wide and warped, like it was melting off his face.
"NO NO NO!!! WAIT!!" the guard screamed.
The knife came down—straight into his forehead. It sliced through skin, bone, and brain in one go.
Chara didn't stop there.
He swung again—and again—mangling the guard's face, shattering everything. Blood sprayed across the room, drenching the floor and Chara himself, who kept going long after the body was lifeless.
"Heh... heh... heh... I love this," Chara giggled maniacally, grinning as his face twisted even more, pure madness in his eyes.
A few seconds later, Chara finally stopped. The guard's body was nothing but pulp.
"Time to move on..." he said quietly, stepping away from the bloodbath.
He walked to the door and disappeared into the hallway, continuing his mission.
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Reggie was in the alley, sitting on the ground, his back against the wall, phone in hand, playing Angry Birds.
He occasionally glanced over at the guy lying by the club's door—the one whose face had been mangled by David. Reggie muttered, "Shit… his face is really messed up."
Still, Reggie kept playing Angry Birds, even though his hands were shaking.
"I really need another job…" he muttered, tapping away on the screen.
He suddenly stopped when his phone buzzed—an incoming call. It was from his younger sister.
Reggie sighed, answered, and slowly stood up. "Hey, what's up, Amanda?" he said, trying to sound casual.
"Yeah, Amanda… I'm... fine. Work's... decent. I started a few days ago," Reggie said, staring up at the blue sky. "Huh? Yeah, I told you—I'm fine, Amanda. Nothing's wrong. I've got some coworkers, though I haven't talked much with them yet. Had to drive someone to work today—y'know, driver stuff. Sometimes I do other things, like this, and Mom?"
"Oh…"
Reggie looked back at the man with the broken face by the club's door, and he felt his heart nearly explode. It was racing. His hands trembled more, and he started breathing slowly, trying to calm down.
He kept talking to his sister for a while until she said goodbye. When the call ended, Reggie sank back down to the ground.
"Oh god… I'm so fucking screwed…"
"Why the fuck did I take this job? I needed the money. For her. I knew what this job was—illegal shit—but… I really needed the money… shit, shit, shit, god…"
He felt his chest tighten, like his heart was curling up inside him.
"Am I gonna die…? Is that guy gonna kill me…?"
He stayed there in silence until he heard footsteps coming from the door.
"God! That was a little intense, don't you think? Having blood all over you is so annoying!" David walked out of the club with a big smile. His clothes were clean, not a drop of blood, not a scratch on him.
Reggie quickly stood up. "Ah! Sir! I… I stayed like you said!"
David looked at him and said, "Oh yeah, Reggie—I almost forgot about you. Best not to go in there. Oh, and by the way, you don't have a boss anymore. He's dead. Probably all your coworkers too. Maybe. But hey, at least I cleaned up those criminals. This place? Doesn't exist anymore. No more criminal shit."
Reggie stood frozen. "…What?"
Chara came out behind David, just as clean. Not a single drop of blood on him. He glanced down the alley and asked, "Hey, are we done? I want something to eat."
David turned to him. "Oh yeah. You want pizza?"
"Yeah, doesn't sound bad," Chara replied casually.
The two of them started walking down the alley, ready to leave.
Reggie stayed where he was, completely still, trying to process everything.
Then David stopped.
"Hey, man… why would you work for people like that?"
"Money…" Reggie replied without hesitation. "My mom… she's in bad shape. She needs surgery—hundreds of thousands of dollars. She doesn't have much time left..."
David nodded, glanced at the ground, then turned around. He moved his hand—and a briefcase appeared out of nowhere. He walked over to Reggie, who was still staring blankly into the air.
David stood in front of him and handed him the briefcase. "Here. For your mom."
Reggie blinked. "Uh…?"
David opened the briefcase. Inside—bundles of cash. Stacks and stacks of money. Easily hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Reggie froze. "Uh… w-why?"
"Hey, your mom's in bad shape, right? I'm not totally a monster. And from what I can tell, you only took this job 'cause you were desperate. You needed fast money. For her," David said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
He shut the briefcase and handed it to Reggie, who grabbed it with both hands, holding it tightly.
David turned to leave.
"Thanks… sniff… sniff…" Reggie muttered, tears running down his cheeks as he clutched the case to his chest.
David just gave a little wave as he walked out of the alley.
Chara looked over at him. "Oh… I didn't know you were kind."
"Hey… I'm not totally a monster," David said casually as they walked down the street. "I felt bad for the guy, that's all. Now I'm gonna go kick that asshole Tommy's ass and make sure he stays the hell out of illegal shit."