Y/n stood beside Blitzo, along with an imp that despised him, Striker. The imp's eyes gleamed with hatred, while Y/n simply rolled his eyes.
y/n looked off at the audience of imps and other hellborns but mostly imps.
Imps: DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!
Y/n felt like one of those gladiators from the Roman period, which was slightly unsettling, but he shrugged it off as he noticed a few who were on his and Blizo's side.
Loona: COME ON, Y/N SHOW THEM WHO YOU'R BITCH!
Millie: YOU GOT THIS YOU TWO!
Octavia was always quieter than the average person; it was only because of his ears that he could catch what she was saying.
Via: Show them how good you are!
There was even Sallie May who helped him out with something earlier, and is now there, supporting him though not in the right sense.
Sallie May: bet 20 on y/n. Hey, hellhoud lady, you joining?
Loona: Yeah put 30 from me on y/n.
He then glanced at the platform high above where Wally Wackford and Stolas were situated, with Stolas still seated in his chair.
Stolas: Go Blizy, win this, and you too, y/n.
Y/n: Damn, what the hell, am I squish chess or something?
Blitzo: Haha, are you trying to fuck him or something?
Y/n: Nah, he's all yours. Unless, for some strange reason, he has the power in that book to turn himself into a woman, then it might be a different scenario.
Y/n: There might even be a loose plot thread from earlier about him seeing my cock. But that'll only come up if readers want it—hint hint.
Blizø: Damn, is it big?
Y/n: Eh, somehow it's supposedly the most enormous cock in hell.
Blizø: Well, congratulations to you on that then.
Y/n just grabbed at his face as he turned to Blitzo and Striker, who he was surprised to be grouped up with, seeing as they did a random draw when being put into teams.
Y/n: So how are we organizing this—who's on top, who's in the middle, and who's on the bottom?
Blitzo raised an eyebrow while grinning as Striker just looked disgusted.
The pain game they were playing today, which didn't seem to have much connection to pain at all, but y/n didn't mind, was tug-of-war.
Blitzo: obviously strong at the back and weak in the front.
Striker: You heard your "leader" y/n get to the front.
Y/n: Uh, fuck you, and I'm pretty sure you're weaker than me, asshole.
Striker: oh yeah, tough guy, want to test it.
Y/n: You see, I would, but I'm not the kind of person who gets upset over being a little annoyed, like a baby.
Striker's slick grin shifted to a slightly irritated expression before he recovered back to that smile of his.
Blitzo: Y/n, right. If we want to win, you need to go up front, Striker.
Striker: and you think I'm weak?!
Blitzo: nah im just top dog and your my bitch now get infront.
Striker turned around with an annoyed expression on his face.
Wally Wackford: ALRIGHT YOU WACKY IMPS I HOPE YOU ARE READY FOR THE SECOND PAIN GAME AND THAT GAME IS TUG O' WAR!
Wally Wackford: AND AS SOME OF YOU KNOW TUG OF WAR IS A VERY PAINFUL GAME AS EMOTIONAL RUN HIGH JUST TO BE CRUSHED.
y/n was pretty sure that Wally would get along with Alastor as they seemed to share a lot of similarities, especially with comments like that.
Wally Wackford: NOW THEN, GET TO YOUR ROPES AND GET READY TO RUMBLE.
The three walked over to a rope along a stretch of land, with water on one side.
They took their positions as discussed. On the other side stood three buff-looking imps capable of crushing you with a single thought.
Wally Wackford: NOW, 3… 2… 1! START!
Both sides started pulling, with y/n side nearly failing immediately, caught off guard by the other team's strength.
They slowly got control of their team side, finally putting up somewhat of a fight, but the imps were very strong, as y/n looked down while pulling with all his might, seeing his feet slowly slide forward, which just told him what kind of situation he was in.
Y/n: You guys better put your back into this stuff, or I'll blow your back out for not doing it!
Blitzo: are you even pulling back there!
Striker: Told you he was a bad choice!
He glanced at the shallow water, realizing that it might not be entirely shallow when an idea struck him.
Time begins to slow to a snail's pace as he releases the rope and scans the surroundings momentarily before making his way to the fence separating the players from the audience.
He grips the fence and jumps over it, walking away toward an unknown destination for what feels like 30 minutes to him, while only mere seconds pass for everyone else. Oblivious to what is happening, y/n suddenly hops back into the arena, seemingly holding a bag of something. He returns, dropping the bag beside his leg, and grabs the rope.
He secured the rope's end to whatever was in the bag while moving up a bit, as time began to flow again.
Blitzo: Hey, how about you back up your words if you think you can do better! Otherwilse I will shove this god dam rope through your body and out of your ass!
Y/N: Guys, I have an idea. I need you to pull on the count of three while jumping back slightly.
Striker: trying to test another one of your horrible ideas, Sinner huh!
Blitzo: Yeah, y/n, as much as I hate this imp gut for talking about my employees the way he has, that sounds like a horrible idea.
Y/n: Come on, Blitzo, don't you trust me?!
Blitzo turned his head slightly as he looked at y/n.
Blitzo: Hell no!
Y/n: Yeah, that's reassuring. Do you two want to lose to these buff imps or win? Which one is it?!
Striker: I'd rather lose than associate with someone like you.
Y/n: Is that so, Striker? Go ahead and be a whiny bitch while your two teammates carry your ass! You can complain later. We're focused on winning here, you asshole of a jerk holy shit!
Blitzo: Striker if you don't work with us on this right now just know im going to come after you rape you, kill your family, fuck you, and many more if you don't do anything
Striker: Fine, you want to win, then let's win! And you blizo just you know you can't do shit to me.
Y/n: Okay On the count of 3. 1...2....3!
The two slightly jumped while pulling the rope back just enough to give y/n space to kick the bag over. The contents spilled out, revealing fish inside.
There is a slight ripple effect showing subtle movement in the water, which Y/N smiles at, realizing he was right about his thoughts.
Striker: See? That was all a waste; they're pulling us in again!
Blitzo: Y/N, I will fire you if that was all for nothing!
Y/N: Actually, it did work; you two just need to wait!
The ripples in the water grew much more prominent, as if the fish were attracting something. Suddenly, a shark head popped out, inhaling the spilled fish on the floor.
As the shark began to retreat into the water, y/n's smile widened even more, drawing his gaze back to the opposing team. Unexpectedly, he released the rope, surprising his two teammates.
Blitzo: What the hell, y/n? Where are you going?
Striker: And you called me the dumbass? Just look at your precious employee.
Wally Wackford: WHAT IS THIS? THE SINNER FROM TEAM IMP WEINER SUDDENLY SEEMS LIKE HE'S LEAVING HIS TEAM TO FEND FOR THEMSELVES!
Y/n: Blitzo, you should let go as well.
Blitzo glanced at him and swallowed some saliva before releasing the rope, transferring all the pressure onto Striker, who glared at the two with fury.
Striker: You two are just some weak ch-
Suddenly, Striker and the other team were yanked into the shallow water, which engulfed them completely. For a few seconds, the water splashed around wildly.
Then there was silence until the opposing team was tossed from the water and landed in some hay barrels. Striker emerged from the water, dragging himself out with his shredded outfit caked in mud; his eyes glared with an anger that was intensifying towards y/n.
Y/n: oh uh you too Striker.
Striker: Fuck you!
Wally Wackford: YOU SEE IT HERE FOLKS THE SHARK THAT SHOULD HAVE KILLED EVERYONE SEEM TO HAVE HELPED TEAM WEANIER. EVEY CONTESTED FROM THAT TEAM MOVES ONTO THE FINAL ROUND.
Blitzo: Hell yeah, y/n, I never doubted you.
Y/n: ...Weren't you doubting me just a few minutes ago?
Blitzo: Hey, don't worry about the past; that's what I say.
Y/n: Uh-huh, sure.
Blitzo: Come on, I'll treat you to a hot dog during our break before the next game.
Y/n: Shit, rubs hands together I'll take free food.
y/n and Blitzo start making their way to the exit, forgetting about the imp staring daggers at the two.
slight time skip
y/n was chilling at a table waiting for Blitzo while he was getting him the hotdog he promised him, and while waiting, a few people came over to him.
Millie circled him and playfully tapped his arm before settling down beside him.
Millie: See, I told you that you guys had it.
Y/N: Yeah, we definitely did. I bet you two are happy about that, aren't you?
He shifted his attention from Millie to Loona and Sallie May.
Sallie May: You bet your sweaty behind I did. The payout for you was as big as two shakes.
Loona looked confused by what she meant.
Loona: Uh, yeah, I got 200 back.
Y/N: Well, I'm happy to please you both.
Sallie May: Oh, you can do a lot more~
Y/n: Sorry, but I'm not gay.
Sallie May: Haha, I'm just teasing ya! Don't worry, that's just how I am with people. Ain't that right, sis?
Millie: You bet! Sally May once got herself a sugar daddy, and that was something.
y/n softly sighed as he enjoyed the company around him, a moment he never expected to experience again in his life. However, someone had been unusually silent.
Y/n: Is everything alright, Via?
Via: Hmm, oh yeah, why do you ask?
Y/n: You just seemed lost in thought.
Via: Oh, uh, well, I was reflecting on what I saw back there.
Y/n tilted his head in confusion, as he didn't fully grasp what she meant.
Via: During that game, you did something, right?
y/n: Oh, uh, yeah, I did.
Via: I figured as much from what I observed.
y/n: What did you see?
Via: You walked out in the middle of the game.
Millie: What? No way! He was there the whole time.
Y/n: No, she's right, I did, but how did you see that no one really said anything about it before?
She shrugged, uncertain herself.
Via: Perhaps it's my goetia nature that lets me see you moving when no one else can.
Y/n: I suppose that makes sense since, if you consider hell's anarchy, you're meant to be stronger than me.
Via: Perhaps. What did you do after you left the area?
Y/N: I saw the shark from the previous game in the water, so I bought some fish and used it as our strength.
Millie: You know that sounds a bit familiar.
Loona: Well, he did the exact same thing during the last game, catch up, Granny.
Millie: Wait, so y/n, do you have more of those sinner powers?
Y/n: Uh, I guess so. I can slow things down and spawn souls to help me. Oh, and I suppose my claws too.
Loona: You seem kind of broken to me.
Y/n: In what way?
Millie: wait y/n what ab-
y/n swiftly raised a finger to his lips, signaling her to stay quiet. However, Millie observed something different; for a brief moment, y/n seemed to look ashamed about it.
She clenched her fist and offered a warm nod in response.
Blitzo: You got yourself surrounded by girls, I see, and loony as well.
Loona: Hey, what the hell is that supposed to mean?!
Blitzo: Nothing. I just wanted to point out my beloved loona.
Blitzo walked over to the group, carrying a handful of hotdogs. He settled on the opposite side of y/n and reached for the hotdog he had promised Y/n. When he looked up, he was struck by a scene that reminded him of a photo he had seen long ago on the internet.
*image here*
Y/n is the white girl, and the girls behind him appear like the photo.
(Blitzo's perspective)
He smirked and struggled to hold back laughter, as they reminded him of the white girl with five black guys behind her.
Y/n: Is there something funny, Blitzo?
Blitzo: Nope, nothing at all.
Millie: Hey, how are you guys going to go on about the next game?
Y/n: What's the next game about?
Millie: Some good old bondage! Man, I miss doing that.
Everyone just looked at her without saying anything.
Millie: What? Don't knock it until you give it a try.
Sallie May: Sis, you better calm down oi, they're going to have to send ya back down to that jail they made for ya.
Millie: ugh those cold nights did not do me well.
Sallie May: Anyway, what my sis here is trying to say is that it's a good old tie down match.
Millie: Yep, yep they tie ya down until you submit to ya captor.
Funny how more millie talk with her sister the more her country side of her starts to appear in how she spoke.
Sallie May: You know what makes it even better is when they get down in the mud and wrestle around.
Millie: good times.
Sallie May: Yeah, well you shouldn't have gotten yourself disqualified from the games.
Millie: for the last time it's not my fault.
Y/n: Well, if we are getting down and muddy, I better take off all this stuff.
He took off his jacket and placed it to the side while also taking off his shirt, surprising Loona and Via. Millie just nodded her head with a subjective look.
y/n was only wearing a black tank top, exposing much of his skin. Loona's eyes opened wide, as her tail stuck up and got vainly like it was pulsating.
(how her tail would be acting)
Loona: "underneath her breath" fuuuuck that hot.
She had to bite her lip, struggling to restrain the urge to punch him. Shaking her head, she reminded herself that he is her friend.
Octavia simply stared at him while making a soft owl noise.
Y/n looked at his arms, noticing the slick fabric encircling them. He paused for a moment before sliding them off.
Y/n: Well, I'm ready to get down and dirty.
Millie: That's the right mindset, Y/n!
She patted his back as she said that.
Y/n: Hey loona, can you look over my stuff while I'm in the game.
Loona: "coughing" yeah whatever.
Suddenly, speakers in the area come alive again, hopefully for the final time.
Wally Wackford: Alright, you wacky people. The final pain game will begin in a wacky minute…. So get over to the area and have FUN!
Y/n sighed as Blitzø handed him the hotdog he had promised.
Y/n: At least I can enjoy my hotdog on the way there.
Y/n stood up, swinging his leg over the spot he had been sitting in. However, as his second foot moved over, it bumped into the edge of his seat, causing him to stumble slightly.
Although he managed to catch himself before falling, he couldn't save his hotdog, which slipped from his grip and hit the ground.
Y/n: ...
Loona: Haha, what a loser!
Y/n turned to Blitzo again, hoping for another, but he had already consumed the 20 he brought with him.
Via: That's one way to die.
Y/n: Jeez, holy hell, Via, I forgot how depressing your character is supposed to be in canon.
She just looked at him with a confused 'What are you talking about?' expression.
Via: W-What?
Y/n: Nothing. We should just move on; my hotdog problem, "glances at hotdog "can wait.
Some others retraced their steps, while Loona clung unusually tightly to his clothes. However, there was actually someone y/n wanted to speak to before the next game.
Y/n: Hold up, Via!
Via: Hmm? Oh hey.
Y/N: I was wondering if you wanted to talk a bit before the next game, as we still have some time left.
Via: Uh, sure, but why me?
Y/n: Because you don't look like you're enjoying this.
Via: Heh, is it that obvious?
Y/n: I just wanted to apologize for wasting your time being here with me.
Via: Oh no, I'm happy to hang out with you, Y/n. I do. It's one of the few things I enjoy in life.
Y/n couldn't help but think that was depressing as hell, and he should know.
Via: It just feels like I'm surrounded by strangers, and the only person I know is Loona, but that's about it. Don't take it wrong; yes, I don't want to be here, but…
Via: Being here with you makes it bearable.
Y/n softly smiles at this, surprised as he takes her hand, catching her off guard. Yet, she doesn't pull away; instead, she seems to lean in closer.
Y/n: I'm happy to hear that, Octavia. It means a lot that I could brighten your day, even just a little.
Octavia's heart started racing, as if she were anticipating the next move she had been hoping for.
Instead, Y/n placed his other hand gently on hers, offering her something meaningful.
Y/n: While it may not be much, I hope this helps you remember our time together today.
Y/n: I should get going now. I'll see you later.
Y/n ran off, leaving Octavia alone. She watched him go, then glanced down at a moon-shaped phone keychain, possibly the same moon as the one her father brought out while he was in the town.
Smiling, she attached it to her phone, hugging it close to her chest.
slight time skip
y/n entered the arena with the other participants trailing behind. It seemed they had used water to turn the ground into a muddy mess, as the previous shallow water had vanished.
He couldn't stop thinking of rest in peace, shark. He indeed was a real one for supporting him these past two days.
They arranged themselves in a circular formation as directed before the game commenced.
Wally Wackford: Now then o-
Stolas rose from his seat and took the microphone from Wally.
Stolas: Eh hem. As per tradition, I will be the announcer of our final game of this moon harvest festival.
Stolas: I'm sure many of you are excited to see the return of the mud tangled rumble!
The crowd erupted in cheers at the announcement of the next game.
Stolas: Now, how you play is quite simple. There are ropes around the area for our players to grab, and once they do, they must tie down as many players as possible within the next ten minutes.
Stolas: Now then, may the final game commence!
Y/n kept his eyes open as he watched the other players, waiting to see what they would do first. Like a show-off, Striker leapt out first toward a rope covered in mud, as if it were hiding away.
y/n looked around for any rope he could use, seeing one nearby on the fence's pines. He ran for it, stretching his hand out, but was unlucky as Imp had got to it first.
Imp: Awesome I have the rope!
The imp gazed at the rope he held, thrilled to have progressed this far in the pain games. Unfortunately, just like y/n, his luck was about to change.
Abruptly, he felt a firm grip on his shoulder, prompting him to glance back at the person behind him anxiously.
What he saw resembled a monster, as a dark shadow obscured his vision; all he could see was darkness, peering through the gloom.
What he saw filled him with fear as the person behind him had their eyes covered in darkness; the only visible feature on their face was two glowing red eyes staring back at him.
Y/n: We can take the hard or the easy way, bud your choice.
The imp nervously tightened his grips on the rope while looking at the sinner before him with fear.
Y/n: Alright, we can do this the hard way. Pucker up.
In an instant, y/n found themselves towering over the imp, now bound by the very rope he had once wielded, looking thoroughly beaten up.
y/n smirked as he grasped his wrist, wiping away any mud and blood present.
y/n eyes widen as he quickly looked behind himself, seeing another imp trying to throw a rope around him.
He swiftly kicked the imp's legs from under him, making him tumble down.
Imp: fucking cocky bitch.
y/n: nah I'm just better.
Imp: "smirk" you think I'll work alone to take on a sinner ha!
y/n glanced at him with confusion before noticing a rope descending into view. The rope swiftly coiled around his waist, binding his arms to his torso.
Y/N's eyes focused on the rope, noting it emerged from a mud-covered imp, possibly using the mud as camouflage to approach him undetected.
Imp2: You are mine! You are mine!
Y/n: tsk just bring it!
The other imp he swift kicked before wrapped his rope around him, double-roping y/n and further restricting his movement.
y/n fought to escape, thrashing about in resistance. The imps gripped the rope on him tighter, yet even together, they struggled to keep him restrained.
y/n suddenly stopped as he focused his attention on the imps before him.
Imp: Giving up huh!
Y/n: "smirks" Hey Asshole you think I'm working alone as well in the games!
Imp: Huh?
Imp2: don't listen to him just tie him down so we can ge- AGH!
The first imp couldn't see the other until he saw him flying over a few feet to the side.
Imp: what the hell.
y/n grinned, lifting his foot to step on the rope line, which yanked the imp forward before he was slammed to the ground.
Imp: ugh!
He looked up and saw y/n standing before as the ropes around him went limp and fell down his body.
Another imp came into view while staring down at him.
Blitzo: Ain't no one tying down my empooyes besiede me fucker!
Y/n: took your time didn't you.
Blitzo: yeah, well, what can I say, I was still processing those hot dogs.
Y/n: cracks neck So how many points do you have?"
Blitzo: Whatever tying up five people gets me.
y/n: ... five points. So far, I suppose I have one point, but these two will give me two more points, so I'll have three.
y/n took the broken rope and secured the two imps together. The one in front struggled briefly, but y/n quickly knocked him out.
y/n: Hmm, if there were 20 of us at the start and now beside you and me, then ten others must remain.
They shifted their focus to the field, seeing what little remained; there honestly wasn't much left, seeing as Striker had seven people tied up already meant he was in first place.
Blitzo: come on, we have more points to score and I want that first place!
Y/n: Hold it, we need to think this over.
Blitzo: How so?
Y/n: Right now, I can't earn any more points because that would mean you lose, and with the time we have left, you need as many points as you can get. Even then, you would only end up with a tie. I would offer myself so you could gain one more point, but you need me to keep Striker distracted.
Blitzo: Hehe, that sounds like fun. Alright, I'll take on the two others, who may or may not be killed.
Y/n: I expected you to trust me a little more in battle by now.
Y/n: "sigh" alright then I guess we should get started right?
Blitzo: Lets fuck some shit up then!
Y/n nodded and walked toward Striker, perched on a stack of bound imps. Striker appeared to be attempting to intimidate him again, but Y/n remained utterly unfazed by his presence.
Y/n: Whoa, look at you! Do you have some fetishes or something that makes you think you're superior to everyone else?
Striker: Haha, no, I just believe I'm better than your pathetic cock sucking boss and all of you sinners.
Y/n: Why don't you show me how much better you are?
Striker: Hmph, guess I should teach you some manners with that cockiness, you sinner.
Y/n: Bring it!
Striker walked down the stack of bodies of imp, almost looking like a final boss of sorts. He grabbed a rope from his side and made a lasso out of it, ready to tie him down while y/n just smirked.
The two charged at each other, just before slamming into each other, they used their arms to block each other's moment. (like injustice video game)
Striker: After today's game, your little employer will be as lifeless as a roasted chicken.
Y/n: "Confused" Huh, what do you mean?
He smirked, an evil aura emanating from his body. However, unbeknownst to y/n, Striker's tail slowly reached y/n's leg.
With a toothy grin, he yanked his leg from underneath y/n, causing him to fall backwards.
Striker: just you wait; soon I will come for you and kill you.
He placed his hands firmly on y/n's shoulders, making it hard for y/n to push him away.
Y/n: Well, jerk, you can't kill something that's unkillable!
With a sudden burst of strength, y/n kicks him in the groin, causing him to yell in pain. While not restrained, y/n swiftly raises his legs to Striker's stomach and pushes him off.
Y/n: I have a feeling you weren't meant to share any of that. Is someone getting a bit angry, huh, baby?!
Either Striker said what he said about Stolas, or it was just a statement made in the heat of the moment. No matter what, he should definitely tell Blitzo about this.
Slowly, as Striker realized his kind act wasn't working, he shifted gears and became angrier about his presence. What had happened between him and sinners in the past must have been terrible if it fueled such anger towards his kind.
Striker: I'm really fed up with hearing you!
Stolas: We're in the final minute, so grab the remaining points you can!
Y/n tried brushing off the mud that was hugging his body. At the same time, Striker noticed something off about their whole interaction.
He looked around for Blitzo, trying to see where he was at, only to see him about done tying down the two other imps, leaving them as the final players of the game.
Striker's eyes narrowed as his hand twitched slightly, he needed to be the sole winner if he wanted a good close attack on the target.
If he could remove Blitzo, he would be as good as possible. He started charging at Blitzo, ready to take him down.
He grabbed the rope and was ready to wrap it around himself, but Blitzo ran toward him. Just before they clashed, however, Blitzo dove underneath his legs while grabbing Striker's tail, causing him to be dragged as Blitzo kept running.
Striker: Get your filthy hands off my tail, you creature!
Blitzo: Fine, if that's what you want, here you go!
Blitzo let go of Striker's tail, but the momentum still coursed through his body, sending him flying until he was suddenly punched hard in the back, propelling him forward again.
Y/n: Where's all that talk from before, huh?
Striker slowly pushed himself up and raised his arm, wiping his face and noticing blood trickling from his mouth. He clenched his fist, struck the ground, and turned his head toward y/n.
Striker: I WILL END YOU.
He sprinted towards y/n again, but Stolas' voice cut through the air again.
Stolas: That's game!
Y/n simply waved his finger dismissively as he evaded Striker's jab.
Y/n: Nuh uh! You'd better stop, or you might get in trouble.
Striker: Tsk, this isn't finished. I'll be back for you.
With that, Striker turned and made a hasty exit from the scene.
Blitzo: That's right, don't fuck around with I.M.P.
Y/n: Well, I say we look like quite a mess.
Y/n's whole outfit was a mix of black and dark muddy colors from fighting on the muddy floor. However, that was the least of his problems.
Y/n: B-Blitzo, there's something I need to tell you about Striker.
Blitzo: What, that he's a little bitch who ran away with his tail between his legs?
Y/n: No, I think that Striker might be after Stolas.
Blitzo: Haha, as if Stolas only cares about my dick and mine only.
Y/N: No. During the fight, he said Stolas would be as lifeless as a roasted chicken after the game.
Once the words reached his ears, Blitzo seemed to take things much more seriously as he pulled Y/N closer to his level.
Blitzo: Are you sure you heard this right?
Y/N: That's what he said.
Blitzo: I've had my suspicions for a while since I first met him. No one is that nice around here, especially in the wrath ring.
Blitzo: Keep this between us. I don't want to give away that we're onto Striker.
Y/n: Okay, but what's our game plan?
Blitzo: Stolas will only show up two more times, so you and Millie will handle guard duty while I keep my eyes on Striker.
Y/n: You sure about that?
Blitzo: I had to suck a lot of bird cloaca to find out about his schedule.
Y/n: When did you even have time to do something like that???
Blitzo: Just remember to keep an eye on him. We can't afford to have our company's most important person get hurt; otherwise, you might as well say goodbye to your job.
Y/n: But I don't even get paid to be here.
Blitzo: Come on, we still have time to get ourselves cleaned and wear a new batch of clothes before Stolas announces the winners of the pain game. I'll be on that stage defending that bird.
Y/n: It sounds like you care about him.
Moments later, y/n realized he was upside down in the trash.
Y/n: Fuck.
Word count: 5385
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