#horror squad

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Your hand hurt and burned from the large amount of iodine that got into the wound. your face twisted and you let out a quiet hiss.

"oh, don't exaggerate" it was Slash that was currently trying to heal your wounds. she roughly ran a cotton pad over the wound and accidentally bent the edge of the skin, causing the iodine to flow even deeper. you tried your best not to pull your hand away so as not to anger Slash. your teeth clenched, you whined and tears were already glistening in your eyes. she was persistent in terms of help. even too much. you were afraid to contradict her, so when you noticed the slightest irritation, you agreed to the offer of help.

it would seem nice of her, if you don't consider that cause of her, most of the wounds that covered your body were. Okay, the other two did their best, too.

their "games" as they called tyranny happened quite often. mostly they were fights in jest, but they forgot to take into account that they are maniacs with several years of experience and you are a young guy working at a gas station and without experience in battles. in any case, what is a game for them is torture for you. their jokes were very diverse - poking with a knife, (fortunately it was mainly on the hands and feet) wringing limbs, throwing through the deflection. often the strings of Bytes bit into the skin with force and left deep wounds, which Slash was currently treating. the most harmless thing is when you are pushed into a wall. the main thing is not to hit your head and not get another concussion. your body has been decorated with trophies in the form of bruises, abrasions, fresh and old wounds for a long time.

at least they're trying to teach you self-defense. you already know some techniques, but they don't really help you. they are still strong.

"voila!" exclaimed Slash. the hand was heavily drenched with iodine and slightly tight bandaged in places of extremely deep wounds. "and don't say that I'm not doing anything for you," she grinned and playfully punched her shoulder where there was a bruise.

"ouch!"you winced and reflexively grabbed this place.

"you're such a sissy," she rolled her eyes. "it's clear why Byte likes to play with you so much. you're like a squeaker toy, which if you click it makes squeaking sounds," she laughed at her own performance. it wasn't funny to you.

"she hates me" you answered quietly, rather for yourself, and did not hope that she would pay attention to your words.

"bullshit! if she hated you, you would have been in the place of those guards a long time ago, haha" those shots from the outing to which they dragged you for some reason flashed through your head. you started to feel sick. "if she's comfortable being around you, then she likes you!"

you exhaled convulsively and you had a slight tremor. mostly from the thought that you won't be able to escape. you were only allowed out on the street under the supervision of someone from the memes. even if it was a deserted AU. even if you didn't know how to make portals. even if there was only a forest around and you couldn't go anywhere. you were looked after almost 24/7-

cause they don't want anything to happen to you. And they care about you.

"hey, do you want to go play a new video game? Pluto stole it only yesterday"

It was easy to go crazy in four walls. With these three, too, but a little slower than alone. Maybe they won't even beat you. Why not give it a try?

Toro: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong?

Pok ro: Strong.

Nurul: Weak.

Ryan: An idiot, is what your are.

Ryan: We call that a traumatic experience.

Ryan, turning to Toro: Not a "bruh moment".

Ryan, turning to Pok ro: Not "sadge".

Ryan, turning to Nurul: And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO".

Nurul: Pok ro, we're hungry!

Ryan: Pok ro! What's for dinner?

Toro: We're hungry, Pok ro!

Pok ro, frying a bottle of ketchup over the stove: *screams*

Pok ro: We need to distract these guys.

Nurul: Leave it to me.

Nurul: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Toro & Ryan: *immediately begin arguing*

Toro: Sometimes I drink milk straight from the container.

Ryan: The cow??

Toro: What?

Pok ro: Ryan, W H Y?

Nurul: So, everyone, what does a story NEED?

Pok ro: A character!

Toro: A setting!

Ryan, a gleam in their eyes, in a near-whisper: REVENGE.

Nurul: We might have gotten into a bar room brawl back in the city.

Pok ro: Well, that was entirely predictable.

Nurul: One of them punched a gang member.

Pok ro: Toro?

Nurul: Ryan, actually.

Pok ro: Oh, that was going to be my second guess.

Nurul: You're smiling. What happened?

Toro: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it?

Pok ro: Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, and wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.

Toro: That's deep.

Nurul: That means that ketchup is a smoothie.

Toro: That's deeper.

Ryan: ...You guys are idiots.

Toro: Why do you act like we’re three year olds?

Pok ro, exasperated: WHY?!?

Pok ro points at Ryan: YOU TRIED TO HYJACK A CAR!

Pok ro points at Nurul: YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A CARPARK!

Pok ro points at Toro: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND!

Pok ro: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????

Pok ro: What's worse than a heartbreak?

Toro: Waking up in the morning and your phone wasn't charging.

Nurul: Waking up in the morning.

Ryan: Waking up.

Toro: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?

Ryan: *crouches down*

Pok ro: *kneels down*

Nurul: *sits on the floor*

Toro:

Toro: I hate all of you.

Pok ro: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.

Ryan: You are my reward.

*meanwhile*

Toro: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.