#ScarfyMcGoFast

“Hhh…. Help me. Please…” He wheezed and coughed, laying back against the pavement. His chest cavity filled with unwanted air that slowly started crushing his working lung. “Fuck.” Genos almost never swore. Only when it was appropriate or if he was under extreme duress. Sonic had probably never heard him do so before, though, since it was so uncommon.

He scrabbled for something, anything, that could pierce his chest wall and release the excess air that had him gasping. The closest thing he could find was a broken metal bar from his leg. He tore it away from the wreckage and opened the lower half of his upper body to reach the one actual armor weakness that he knew of. The bar popped open a small chamber and pierced through the lining of his chest cavity. There was a loud popping noise accompanied by a hiss of air and a relieved groan.

And again the desperate ask for assistance. What did he even know about this? Should he bring bandages or a tool kit? Mental note to learn more about cyborg needs filed away he will finally answer. “Tell me where, five minutes. Give me five minutes.” He had to get dressed after all, and was going to work without coffee. 

But.

No one could hurry like he could.

There should be both. Yes?

“What do you see in those yellow eyes?                  ‘Cause I’m falling to pieces“

She Wolf (Falling to Pieces) - David Guetta

Genos sank to his knees, (what little he had left) and collapsed in a broken heap. His legs were torn to shreds and he only had one arm left that barely moved. With his one remaining limb he dragged himself to the cell phone he had dropped a few minutes ago when he was slammed into a wall. The monster that did so now lay in a smoking heap across the street.

‘#43879′   Hrm. His nose wrinkled. That was odd.

Why was the toaster calling him? Of course, he was oblivious to the other’s current state. The attacks in Z city were so frequent he found little reason to keep track of them unless they interfered with his work. Or he was going outside. And given his current state of just waking up, he’d not planned on doing either thing anytime soon. Yet. Still the phone buzzed at him. Sigh. This couldn’t possibly be important. But fine. Fine. He would answer the ‘friends’ call. Isn’t that what he was supposed to do? He cleared his throat, prepared for this very friendly interaction. Right.

but i like it raw better

..

This. This changes everything.

Saitama is simply...Saitama again. Walking off with the slight endearing slouch to casually mingle with the small ‘party’ in the apartment. It was near infuriating, and Sonic could hardly place why. There was no way, no way he could just leave now. Oh no, this called for some serious recon. And even further. Revenge. Oh yes, he would could be just as surprising as some silly hero! He was the shadow, the silence, the Ultimate Ninja. No small cramped apartment would stop him. His hand stayed, now to cover the wide grin that grew with every moment. To taste the challenge among the other flavors that slowly faded...