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You're An Asshole, Anyone Ever Tell You That?

Mal x Frank

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This is a commission I did for this gorgeous person named Mal! I hope you enjoy it girly!

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Was there a time in your life where you ever felt..alone? A time where you felt unwanted and like you were a burden to everyone that was in your presence? A time where all you wanted was a friend to talk to about your problems? Only to be ignored and pushed away by the people that are supposed to hold you close and keep you safe? Well, that was a constant in the life of Malaikat Jahat. Pushed away and left out of everything by her mother and her three older siblings, she always felt...alone. Some found it selfish of her to be so gloomy when she had such a ‘great life’ in the eyes of others. Her family was well off on money, she was a gorgeous girl, and a smart one at that. She was everything anyone ever wanted to be, or so they thought. If they knew her home life, they would change that idea around quickly...after all, money can’t buy you happiness.

Mal always wondered why she was doomed to the life she had...but it always brought her back to one place, her mother’s morals. Her mother had gotten pregnant with her under...unfortunate circumstances, and due to her morals, her mom couldn’t bear the thought of aborting a fetus….so she instead raised the child with the bare minimum, food, and water, a place to sleep. Something parents are supposed to be obligated to do. But, she never hung out with or spent time with Mal as she did with the poor girl’s older siblings. but...Mal never spoke out about it. She was used to the neglectfulness of her mom, despite how unfair it was.

But that didn’t mean Mal didn’t try to make her mother happy. She got good grades and tried her best to make something of herself...to make her mother proud, but nothing ever seemed good enough to please her mom. For fifteen years she tried so hard...until she just snapped, and it started an argument with her mother. And at the ripe age of fifteen....was when her mother had told her for the first time, “Nothing you ever do will make me happy! Because you weren’t supposed to happen! A mistake, that’s EXACTLY what you are. So everything you do will always be a mistake!” and for years to come...that sentence would haunt her every night as she tried to sleep, silent tears dripping from her face at the pain her own mother’s words caused. And well...she stopped trying. What was the point in trying to please someone who made it clear they never wanted you in the first place?

At the age of eighteen...Mal just couldn’t take it anymore...and she packed up all her belongings, moving in with a couple of her friends. Throughout the years between fifteen and eighteen, Mal had grown into some bad habits. One of those being that she walked at night alone. Sure she could protect herself well, but still, it wasn’t safe to do that. And needless to say, old habits die hard. So when she moved in with her friends, she couldn’t stay in one place too long. And in the middle of the night, she packed up her stuff in a bag and left...no goodbye, no warning, no nothing.

She walked for hours in her thoughts, unaware of her surroundings as she walked, not noticing how foggy it seemed to be getting the more she walked. And when she did finally notice...it was too late. She was far into the dense woods...lost and no idea where she was. She didn’t know much, but one thing she did know, is she wanted to get out. And so she tried...over and over making twists and turns in the forest, scraping herself up as the creepers and vines on the ground tangled around her ankles and brought her crashing down onto the cold hard dirt of the woods. And eventually...she saw something up ahead. It was a little light….and she could hear voices as she got closer. These people could have been dangerous...but she didn’t care. And she used the last little bit of her energy to sprint towards the orange light and voices up ahead. But...she wasn’t where she thought she was.

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That was how she ended up where she is now...the entity’s realm. The little group of people she had met, turned out to be much larger than she had thought. And there were...maybe around twenty people. But they all seemed nice...in their way. She had made very good friends with Nea, given their similar personalities. And despite their bi-polar personalities, she had made good friends with Quentin, the dream walker.

He had been the one to explain most of how everything worked around here, that they ran from killers and did generators. On her first trial, she was worried she wouldn’t be able to do the generators that well, having no previous mechanic experiences, but...it all came naturally to her like she had been doing it for years. That was probably what it had been like for everyone, seeming that quite a few of them didn’t seem like the engineering types….except maybe Yui.

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She got summoned into a trial first, along with Meg, Nea, and Quentin. This was normally a good group. Quentin was normally the healer since he was more of the type to help others rather than help himself, and the other three were normally able to escape killers pretty easily and run them around for long periods. And it always ended with the four of them taunting at the opened exit gates, the killers giving them annoyed looks as though they wanted them to leave. Which they probably did if she was completely honest.

But today did not seem to be their lucky day. They were up against one of the Legion members...Frank, maybe she thought it was? And he had seemed to take the smart route, making sure Quentin was out of the game quick, so they’d have a lesser chance of healing themselves...and he had brought that damned iridescent button, so their pallet looping was useless at that point. So...they weren’t left with much of a choice besides trying to go around and heal each other...do generators...and try not to get seen, all at the same time. And you could probably guess that didn’t go down well.

It started with Meg...the girl having been knocked down after a good minute or so of being chased...which was pretty good with a team with basically no pallets. While Meg was on the hook, he had found Nea pretty quickly waiting around for the save, knocking her down and taking her towards a hook.

Mal had gone in for the save, praying that she would have enough time...and she did, after Meg was on the second hook stage though. Nea had been hooked once before now, the girl had tried to take protection hit for Quentin before he died, but that didn’t do much for the team, considering how the trial was going at the moment. After Nea was placed on the hook, Mal and Meg didn’t have time tog o run off together and heal, so they split. Meg trying to lead the killer away from the hook, and mal trying to go in for the save.

As soon as Mal got to the hook though, Frank had decided he lost interest in Meg, and instead had his sights on her, grabbing her off the hook with a grunt as he threw her over her shoulder, watching as the spidery limbs impaled Nea and took her into the sky.

As Frank carried her over to a hook, she was wiggling and pounding at his back to try and get off, but it didn’t seem to deter him from his task of slapping her on a hook. As the rusty metal made contact with her skin, she let out a pained scream, whimpering quietly as she hung there limply. It always hurt less when you didn’t try and get off yourself...also made the dying process slower and gave you a chance of surviving longer.

As Mal was on the hook, she could see Meg’s aura as she ran around...probably being chased if she had to guess, and that wasn’t a good sign. It meant that Ma herself would probably die on her first hook, which was never ideal. So, Mal attempted to get off herself once...twice...by this point she could see the spider limbs materializing around her. If she didn’t get off this time she was surely dead...as she heard meg scream, signaling she had been downed, she tried her last attempt, and...she got off!

In her surprise, she stood there, dumbfounded for a second before she heard Meg yell, only to be cut off as she was impaled, starting to be lifted into the sky. And Mal knew she only had a limited amount of time to find the hatch before Frank did...so she took off running, hearing the heartbeat soon begin to pound in her ears as the Legion gave chase.

She was bleeding, exhausted, and all she wanted to do was collapse and not get up again, but she knew she had to keep moving. She wouldn’t let this bastard get the last laugh. She was far too competitive for that to happen. She was going to put up one hell of a fight, even if it meant it made her even more tired than before.

But luck wasn’t on her side for too long, as the next thing she knew, she was slashed on her back, falling to the floor with a scream, cheek slamming against the cold dirt of the fake Earth. No...it couldn’t end like this...she wouldn’t let it. She continued to crawl, hearing the slow footsteps of Frank as he walked beside her crawling form, laughing his ass off as he looked down at her.

“Don’t know why you’re in such a hurry doll face, there ain’t no way you’re getting far with me right here. You got such a huge head, there’s got to be a brain in there to give you some sort of common sense, right?” he remarked at her dying form, earning a growl and a glare in response as she stopped moving, blue end green eyes looking up at the masked figure.

“Eat shit bub...at least I’m not a psychotic maniac that goes around killing people for the joy of it. Sick freak,” she snapped back, spitting up the blood pouring from her mouth up at him, watching as the crimson liquid hit his mask, dripping down the side. Though it didn’t seem to elicit the response she wanted, instead he just laughed once more.

He knelt slightly, looking her dead in the eyes as he removed his mask, looking at it before wiping the blood away. She could see him now...his face that is. He had dark chocolate brown eyes that matched with the little pieces of brown hair that poked from underneath his hoodie. He had many scars across his face. One on his nose, on his lip, and hell, even his nose was a little crooked and bent out of shape, God knows what he did to get those, but Mal didn’t necessarily care.

“Tough words from someone I could kill single-handedly anytime I feel like it,” he told her cockily, a smirk etched onto his face. He was pale...a tattoo of what looked to be a skull printed on his neck...and honestly, despite the situation, mal thought it was dope as hell. In the back of her mind, she knew he was right, that she shouldn’t be talking like this if she wanted to be showed Mercy, but she really couldn’t help it. It was just her personality.

“Tell ya what sweet cheeks, if you’re able to find the hatch before you’re about to bleed out, I’ll let you take it. But if you don’t well...I’ll kill you by my hand, and I don’t want that mori I brought going to waste,” he teased as he twirled his knife in his hand. Damn bastard...always had to make everything into a game.

“If I were you I would hurry up...you don’t have much time left before your doom~” he sing-songed as he stood up once more, crossing his arms as he looked down at her, which she could only guess meant he was going to watch her crawl and bleed as she looked for the hatch. Of course, he would watch...he wouldn’t just let her crawl off that easily as she had hoped.

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As she crawled, they didn’t say much to each other, the only thing being heard being her grunts of pain as she tried to find the hatch, listening out for the sound that was oh so familiar to her. But she knew she was running out of time, and her hope was dwindling. That was until she heard the familiar noise coming from the killer shack, and she hastily crawled towards it.

But her plans seemed to be stopped as she saw frank get in front of her crawling form, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, a small smirk on his face as he lifted his foot, pressing his boot against her forehead,” Times up, you’re gonna bleed out,” he said with a small smirk as he put his mask back on his face, unsheathing his knife from the holster as he took his foot off her face, going behind her as he slashed at her, hearing a cry as he stabbed her in the wrist.

She pulled away for a second, seeming like she was trying to scramble for the hatch before he stabbed her in her Achilles tendon. Good luck trying to get away now with that ankle, dragging her closer and flipping her over as he sat on top of her, “Any last words doll?” he asked.

yes. morrismith. it might be toxic most of the time but oh boy is it aesthetic worthy.