CRIM

summary!

“Man, what a mess ya got into, huh?” Jabber said, smiling down at Zanka. It was like he was enjoying his misery. Misery wasn’t quite the right term, it was more so unfortunate circumstance. He happened to be snatched up by a band of idiots.

Zanka was unphased, he looked up at Jabber with a deadpanned look, “Whadd’ya want.”

the summary ^^

He slid the mask on his face, it was almost a perfect fit, how convenient. It was loose in some areas, but it’ll work, a mask is a mask. He won't complain about that especially if luck is on his side.

He stares down at the cleaner with his stolen newfound mask, he was breathing. He could hear how the cleaner’s lungs were struggling with every breath. If he continued like this, he would no doubt die. Or he would die from bleeding out, flip a coin.

Looking around, it didn’t seem like there were any cleaners in sight either. He looked back down at the cleaner, what was he doing out here like this anyway? It makes zero sense. Usually they come in three or more, and they would never leave their own behind.

What an odd situation.