Murder time is fun time!

The pink feline casually walked inside the front door of a certain...ally to the saints. To most finding out where a person would live might be tricky, but Genki was not just any person and knew how to get something he wants. Putting it in a mild and somewhat PG stance, a lot of people got skinned, burned, and straight up eaten for info on Zimos.

When the man got home he would probably find a sight more disturbing. The sight of course was a violent pink guy sitting on a living room chair, grinning the infamous grin. The Professor would not have any guns on him and he did not need them, the cat was lethal on his own and would speak with a happy tone.

      “… I also might break your teeth in if y’ don’t stop grinnin’ like some kinda rabid puma.”

“Try it and I will rip the punching arm off it’s socket with my teeth, spit it onto the ground and will proceed to beat you to death with your lost arm.”

“Hey kid, ever used a gun at all? I could hook you up with some entertainer work involving showing off with a weapon if you wanted.” The feline could only grin at the sight of this young mammal, knowing full well what he really wanted out of this one.

The universe was perhaps the most ripe fruit of all time, for the vastness of it all meant that those seeking to pillage and cause trouble could flourish in some sector of space. Another benefit was the ability to create a contract, creating a means of luring in all sorts of scum and mercenaries if the price is right.

A massive contract had been sent out to an open channel, creating a broadcast saying that a five million credits were to be offered up for some sort of job. The mention of this mission was vague and had caused several civilian vessels trying to get an easy buck to vanish, with no word back from them. The broadcast kept being transmitted, the message would repeat as followed.

“Welcome all fantastic lifeforms of the galaxy! Want to make some easy money and win all sorts of prizes~!?!? Come down to the coordinates of the signal and talk to a job quartermaster, come quick for the start of the fun times!” 

   Bendy couldn’t help but grin. He wondered if this pool was all blood or just water mixed with blood? Sure must have taken a lot of people to kill though. Man, why’d he miss out on all the fun!? Killing with people was the best part! But no one ever wanted to do that with the demon.

    Seeing the outstretched hand caused Bendy to grab it and shake it. Deciding that that’s was the alien feline was asking for. “Oh I would love to! But before I do get in. I must ask, is the majority of that water blood? Or entirely blood? As my frail little body can’t handle water,” he said with a cheery chime.

   Bendy wasn’t even thinking that he was exploiting a weakness of his. Water. It caused him to melt and if he went into a body of water he’ll ‘bleed out’ And melt away into a thin sheet on ink at the surface.

   “Oh! I’m Bendy by the way! A demon cartoon brought into this world!”

A shake of the hand was a perfect in the eyes of the feline, glad to know that his attempts to be friendly only extended the peaceful nature the two had going. The question about the pool caused a small laugh to come out of the alien’s mouth, finding the idea of dying form such a weakness funny.

“I drained the pool and then filled it in only blood, so you don’t have to worry about any pesky water trouble. Though I should warm you that it is a bit thicker in volume than normal water, so you might need to apply more energy if you wish to not drown.” Genki just grinned at hearing the name of this interesting stranger, demons were a rare sort to find in such a boring world.

      One of the bovine’s ears twitched. He… laughed? He did. He laughed at the bull’s words, as though he was joking about the value of life, of family, of loving memories. Then he had the audacity to try telling him what was legal, as though he was some amateur. Tried saying he could not do anything at all, as though he would not take lay a hand on him. And then he started toward the door, as though that is all there was to this, and he would get by scot-free.

      To put it simply, that was more than enough to make the bull’s blood boil.

      Dakota’s nostrils flared, causing the bandanna to drop, and the smell of death now fueled his rage rather than sadness. He slowly stood to full height, large pupils shrank, and by the time the feline had finished speaking, a gloved hand had gripped the back rest of a nearby chair.

      “Wrong.” Said chair was hurled and shattered against the door frame before Genki reached it. “It’s called accessory to murder, and killin’ is killin’, no matter who they are.” Dakota had not moved from where he stood to throw it, but he gripped the edge of an entire table afterward, penetrating glare never leaving the pink cat. An average coward would have frozen in terror at the gaze from the massive figure alone.

      “If you’ve done this before, I reckon hearin’ ‘you’re under arrest’ is nothin’ new,” the lawcow’s sonorous voice continued, before the table was raised over his head with one hand and little effort. “… Course, if you’d like to run, can’t say I’d mind breakin’ somethin’ on you, next.”

Did the bull really just throw a chair near the door frame that Genki was trying to reach? Now that was nothing short of rude, that was clearly a well made chair and thus it remained ruined as well as shattered. Some people can just be so short sighted about things, this mammal of the law seemed just like the sort.

So the lawcow wanted to bring the cat under arrest now? Oh now that would surely not do, perhaps a few words of advice should be given to the sentimental idiot before someone gets hurt. That someone of course was not going to Genki at all, well not in the sense that it would probably make things troublesome at least. There was a large grin being showed off before the pink cat began to speak again, this time with a slightly more darker tone.

"I have things to do and they can’t be stopped by one need to think they are doing the right thing. So you arrest me, no one will believe you that I had anything to do with these murders. I don’t have a simple gun on me, and all the ones that fired a shot are all dead.” The eyes began to appear half open as the cat was truly feeling bored about all this talking.