MultiRach

Summary: Red has always been working alone against the Better Living Industries, and she feels great alone. But life is unpredictable, and when she least expects, four freaks ready to turn Battery City upside down, get her under their wings.

Chapter 1: The girl with the knives

Chapter 2: Who the fuck are the Killjoys?

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TW: curse words, weapons.

Tags: platonic!killjoys x oc, starkid, jetkobra, jet star x kobra kid, angst.

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Chapter 3: Dr. Death Defying.

Loud, intense laughs wake Red up after a long and deserved rest. She’s on a mattress, covered with her own jacket. The room around her is dark, except for a little window up on the wall right in front of her. This must have been the warehouse. The laughs keep coming from the nearest room separated only by a thick wood door, torn on the angles. The girl slowly gets up, testing her body functions. When she touches the ground with her feet, her legs tremble slightly, probably due to the fact she’s been laying for a while. The pain she felt on the side is now gone, replaced by a numb feeling. When she raises the green tank top she’s wearing, she notices a patch right where the sleeping bullet hit her. After putting on her boots, she slowly opens the door, almost shyly as it could seem to some, but it’s actually just caution. 

While she was sleeping, her mother appeared in her dreams. 

“My baby,” she said, her voice kind and gentle, like she had always had, “you changed so much, my baby”. 

Changed. That word lingers in Red’s mind, in her ears, appears in front of her eyes with neon lights, fireworks and a bold font. She has changed, and the trust she once had for the humans, has vanished, enslaved by revenge. 

The Killjoys raise their heads and look at her, a smile that lingers on their faces, a sparkle in their eyes, marked by the sunlight coming from the big window of the Diner. 

“Red, good morning” Jet Star breaks the silence as he raises his mug. “Coffee?”

Red scrutinizes him, from head to toe, just to shake her head and look away. She definitely won’t die because of poisoned coffee. 

“Alright…” says the curly, turning his head towards Kobra and shrugging his shoulders, a little offended. The other rests his hand on the man’s shoulder and reassures him, “It takes time”. 

Red, pretending not to hear them, looks around the Diner, finally able to actually tell where she is. The room they’re in is big and spacious, probably the one that was enabled to welcome the guests. She imagines it full of chairs and tables and people talking, eating and having fun with their friends. When was the last time it happened to her? When was the last time it happened at all? The apocalypse took everything, even the good times, the memories. At the end of the room there are two red couches, dirty and scruffy. A big window that takes a good part of the principal wall. “Great place to hide from Draculoids”, she thinks. Next to the guys, a large metal table, the one they laid her on when she fainted, and behind them a long counter full of utensils: guns, masks, cutlery, papers…

“So? What do you think about our poor home?” asks Fun Ghoul with his usual smile. 

“Interesting” she answers. It’s the first word she said without screaming, crying or menacing, and that’s what makes everyone smile. 

“What?” Red turns towards the four. 

“Nothing…”. Each of them mutters an incomprehensible excuse, looking everywhere but her.

When Red sits on top of the table, Poison looks at her, noticing once again her pale skin and thin body.

“You have to eat” now magically serious, “or you’ll faint within an hour”. They hurry to take a piece of bread with a slice of cheese, then give it to her. 

“I’m not hungry”. 

“Oh-oh you are, you’re just too stubborn to accept something from us. Cures, food, protection…”. Red glares at them. 

“You think you’re all so kind, right? You think it’s easy to accept something from just anyone?” she spits out, getting closer and closer to the redhead. Poison doesn’t back off and doesn’t lower their eyes. Void is everything they can see in Red’s. They say the eyes are the window of the soul, but hers are two barriers.

“Eat, Red”. Poison’s voice is now softer, but to Red it’s so far that everything she hears is an order. She doesn’t touch the bread. 

While the Killjoys discuss their next move, looking at the map of Battery City, a pain hits Red in her side once again. 

“Fuck” she mutters with gritted teeth. She’s stuck here until she’ll feel better. She can’t go out there in these conditions, luckily she understands this. 

“Red? Are you okay?” asks Poison, raising their head from the map.

“Yes” she answers quickly. Obviously, after this lame answer, the four all get up from the pavement and gather around her on the couch. 

“Let me see” Kobra gently takes her hand away from her side to see the wound. 

"Disinfectant” he orders, and his sibling immediately gets him. Red hisses when the acid substance hits her raw skin, and searches for something to hold onto. She finds Poison’s arm and grabs it, without even realizing it. Without saying a word, they let the girl ground herself, her eyes closed tightly.

When she feels the stickiness of a new patch, she opens her eyes.

“There we go. Done” Kobra says with a reassuring smile. “As good as new”. 

Red slowly lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and immediately releases Poison’s arm, the latter smiling proudly, without her noticing. 

It’s at this moment that a little radio set on the table starts crackling.  

“They’re working!” Ghoul jumps on his feet to grab the object “The batteries work!” He grabs the radio with fervor and quickly comes back, sitting with the others, a big, genuine smile on his lips.

“Good job, man” Poison says proudly, patting his friend on the shoulder. 

The radio stabilizes and a masculine, lively voice fills the room. 

“Look alive, sunshine. 109 in the sky, but the pigs won't quit. You’re here with me, Dr. Death Defying. I’ll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter, pumping out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you alive. A system failure for the masses. Anti-matter for the master plan. Louder than God’s revolver and twice as shiny. This one’s for all of you rock’n’rollers, all you crash queens and motor babies. Listen up!”.

“What’s happening?” Red asks, confused. No one answers, completely raptured by the voice. 

“The future is bulletproof, the aftermath is secondary. It’s time to do it now and do it loud. Killjoys, make some noise!”. 

“How do they know-?”. Before Red can finish her sentence, her eyes fall on Star and Kobra looking into each other's eyes. A stupid smile on their faces, slightly red cheeks, breathing a bit ragged. 

“He said ‘make some noise’ not ‘kiss some boys’!” Poison explodes, shaking their head, but a little smile appears on their lips as they hear a wheeze coming from behind. Red covers her mouth and turns away to hide from the others. 

“See? Everyone loves gays” Jet Star laughs with a bit of pride, leaving a soft kiss on his boyfriend’s head. 

Red quickly comes back together, but inside the only thing she can think about is “cute”. 

“Well, it’s our moment!” Poison jumps, slightly agitated, as they wear their yellow mask. 

Fun Ghoul takes Red by the hands and gets her on her feet, so quickly she doesn’t even realize what’s happening. 

“Wha…” 

“Take it easy, Ghoul!” Kobra yells, putting on his motor helmet. “She still has to recover”.

“Oh, don’t listen to him” Ghoul giggles. 

“We’ll show you how it’s done over here” Poison echoes their friend, as they give Red back her knives, winking. 

“Ready to make some noise?” 

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Hello readers! We're finally getting to the lively part of the story! The whole next chapter will mostly be based on the song Na Na Na (if you've seen a previous post....ykyk), which I'm very excited to post eheh. As always thank you so much for reading this! Hope you enjoying reading the story just as much as I enjoy writing it! (Do you like the easter egg at the end? hihi....I love starkid). I'll see you in the next post!

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TW: bl00d, vom1t, weapons, cursing.

Tags: platonic!killjoys x oc, angst.

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Chapter 2: Who the fuck are the Killjoys?

Red slowly opens her eyes. Her vision, initially blurred, comes back focusing on the person she met previously. Party Poison is right in front of her. How much did she sleep? Where is she? And who’re the other three guys staring at her? After a bit, she notices their hands on their belts, right above their guns. Red gets up quickly from the table she’s laying on, her head starting to spin violently. She turns around, facing away from the four to hide her face, and throws up on the ground. She coughs and cleans her mouth with the sleeve of her black coat. 

“Gross” she snarls, when suddenly someone delicately grabs her shoulder from behind. She turns around immediately and stops the arm that just lightly touched her. 

“Don’t touch me” she growls.

In front of her there’s a man of her same height, so pretty short, wearing a black and yellow shirt and an olive green jacket. A wonky smile on his face. 

“Don’t you know that if you don’t remove a sleeping bullet immediately, it has this effect?” he asks, his voice kind, hiding a smug tone underneath. Oh, he thinks he’s so clever.

“Ghoul…” Jet Star rolls his eyes.

Red looks around, still keeping the man’s arm bent backwards. Every face, every body, is more different than the previous one. Then her eyes meet with Poison’s once again, as the absence of their mask lets her see two deep green pools.

“Party Poison” Red simply states, bringing her free hand closer to the knives in her belt. They’re still there: she thought the Killjoys would have taken them due to not knowing what she could do with them. “Are they really that stupid?” she stops in track for a moment. 

Poison nods, slowly approaching their friend, that the girl still keeps into her clutches. 

“That’s me. And also the one who brought you here”. They land their hand on Ghoul’s shoulder firmly. “Release him”. 

Red’s heart beats faster. She has never found herself in such a situation. Never has confronted someone who could have been an ally. Never has chosen whether to trust someone or not. Does she have to release him? Or tighten her grip to show her authority? 

She slowly tightens her grip on Ghoul's arm and he moans in pain. The other two left behind get their guns out. 

“Wait” Poison orders, watching them out of the corner of their eye, just to go back to Red’s face. They’re methodic, yet ready. No one notices, not even her own self, but Red’s trembling. Her hands moving imperceptibly on the man’s arm she’s still clenching. The redhead looks down to her hands and, without letting out a word, lowers their hands from their friend’s shoulders. The latter turns around, trusting. 

“We don’t mean to hurt you, we’re just curious. You must just promise you’re not going to hurt us either”, Poison looks into Red’s eyes. 

The girl keeps looking at every one of them, mimicking Poison, like she could read every part of their souls.

“I don’t mean to stay, I work alone”.

The four of them fall silent: that probably isn’t the answer they were looking for. The blue haired girl slowly starts moving backwards, finally releasing Ghoul, who she was holding tightly. Ready to run out of this strange place, leaving everything behind, a sharp pain in her side makes her groan and fall on her knees, hand immediately holding where it hurts. 

“Fuck!” she cries, throwing her head back to not see the blood she already feels on her hand. She hates it.

“First aid kit, Kobra. Now!” exclaims Poison. “Star, a glass of water. Fast!”

Party Poison and the guy with the beelike shirt, knee down in front of Red. Her vision blurries, her head spins, but she tries to move away from them.

“L…Leave me!”, recedes on her knees. 

“You’re severely hurt! We must get the bullet out or it’ll keep intoxicating your body!” 

“Don’t touch me! No!” she screams loudly. She looks like an extremely dangerous feline getting scared in front of the care they never received, knowing they’re now powerless. 

“Ghoul, keep her still”. Poison grabs the first aid kit that their brother gets them, while the man with the beelike shirt takes Red’s hands. A firm touch, warm and shaky. “He almost seems worried” it’s everything that Red can think about before another twinge of pain hits her whole body, making her cry out and surrender to Ghoul’s solid touch and the coolness of the pavement.  The pain completely blurries out her vision, but she soon enough lets out a sigh of relief as the bullet gets managed out her skin delicately. Someone she doesn’t even care to see, gently raises her chin to make her drink a glass of water, which she chugs fervently. Water! Clear, fresh water! It’s been so long since she actually felt this sensation.

Unfortunately, Red hates this moment of weakness, in which she can’t move, can’t see, in which every one of them strangers has to mobilitate to help her out. And she even more hates the fact that the cures of someone so apprehensive makes her go back in time, in a memory she has slowly overshadowed. Her mother gently petting her hair, making her laugh, after she scratched her hand with a rose thorn. Oh. A rose. 

Taking her away from her thoughts there’s Star, who flicks her forehead lightly. The others are already on him. 

“What’s your problem?” Poison hisses. 

“Well, at least she woke up”. The curly shrugs his shoulders. 

Red’s eyes slowly get used to the light, now noticing she’s laying on a metal table once again. She sighs and the only word she can states is a feeble “thanks”. 

“It might take a while before you regain your strength. That venom took quite a toll on you” says Kobra, slightly worried, but with a little smile on his lips. “But don’t worry, you’ll be fine”. 

Red sighs again. So that’s how it’ll go. She’ll stay here with these lunatics for a while. “Face it, Red. It’s rather this or death” she thinks, watching the faces of them four. Each of them has a worried look. But why? They don’t even know her name. 

“Well, I think it’s time for presentations” Poison finally breaks the silence after a bit. “I am Party Poison, but I guess you already know me” they giggle softly. 

They turn towards the others. “This is Fun Ghoul” beelike shirt guy. “This is Jet Star” the curly that just flicked her awake. “And Kobra Kid, my brother”. 

“He’s the only one looking normal” thinks Red, moving her eyes from face to face.

Some minutes pass: the ones should be filled with Red presenting herself, words that don’t come at all. They’re all spent thinking. She doesn’t have an alternative anymore. She’s in over one’s head. Fuckig sleeping bullets. 

“Red. Red Mikes” she says softly.

“Weird, I would have said Blue” Ghoul says, pointing at her hair, laughing to ease the tension. She just turns around, not facing any of them, closing her eyes once again. The earlier memory vanished. 

“We get it’s hard to trust others, especially in these times. But if we throw away even our faith, what else do we have?” 

Poison’s voice is soft and kind, like a caress, but Red doesn’t get it and doesn’t even dare to move. 

The redhead keeps saying “We probably need each other more than we realize”. 

Finally the girl raises her head, but when she turns, the four have already left the room, went into the other one to prepare dinner. Red touches, twists, whets her mother’s ring. A ring made of silver that cites “Always with you, my rose” the woman gave her before her death. Poison’s words echo in her ears. 

“Guide me, mum. Please” she says looking up at the ceiling. 

“Tell me what I should do”. 

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Hello everyone! Welcome back in the second chapter of my fan fic! I honestly really like how it's going, but I'm way more excited about the next chapters so stay tuned! Anyway, I really hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoy writing it. Thank you for reading and I'll see you in the next post. Byee!

I need this song in my veins.