₊˚ʚ ‘m outta control, baby get me *•*•*

synopsis; by a sick, twisted fate of events, a rare breed of trash beasts attacks the akuta team. and something goes wrong, terribly wrong. why isn’t enjin reacting to their shouts, and why are his eyes blood-shot and Umbreaker open? why was he attacking them?

a/n; yessss teammates fighting each other due to mind control etc. my favourite trope

kinda shit but that's how life goe and he's probably ooc as hell sigh

cw; 3302

tags; enjin + group angst ig, possession (not rlly), blood, violence, screaming, puking again + other anime references

characters involved; rudo, zanka, riyo, enjin, gris, follo, tomme, tamsy, delmon, eishia

Enjin centric + whump let’s go!!

Getting out of the vehicle and looking over the cliff, a steep perspective of nothing, Riyo let out a whistle and walked over to the others. Because the area was close to a No Man’s Island, everyone wore their gas mask and had their vital instruments/weapons drawn, ready for anything. “I don’t see any beasts here!”

Turning around, she could see Zanka’s figure from afar wave his hand and yell into his circle-formed palm. “Nothin’ over here!” 

“Same over here!” came Rudo’s voice from the west. By the jeep where the leader rested against the car, Enjin let out an exasperated sigh and kicked his body weight away from the vehicle. He let his sun-coloured eyes wander around as he strolled. The mission they had taken involved exterminating a certain herd of trash beasts that had attacked and even killed one merchant. A stern message mixed with worry met their Boss’ ears, which led to their team being called in to handle it. 

He patted his hands restlessly on his lap to ease the tremble in his hands, craving a cigarette. There was not a lick of hills or anything pleasant on the flat landscape except for the staggering cliff where Riyo stood. Now he seriously wanted to smoke, but of course he had to wear his gas mask. The blond continued to walk around the boulders, tap the top of his umbrella on the ground and even look up—no, that was plain stupid—an impatient sigh escaping him. Neither him nor his team have had success finding said beasts, and they haven’t shown up at all. Judging by the area they could be here, but they weren’t. Plus, he was growing more agitated by the minute.

“Those merchants must’ve been mistaken, lets head back and drive around!” He yelled, gesturing with his hand when the ground shook below him, cracking and breaking the surface. The sudden earthquake startled them as they struggled to hold their balance. “W-Woah—the hell?!” Rudo exclaimed, flailing his arms to stay upright. Beneath the split earth, a cluster of spider trash beasts covered in dirt revealed themselves. Rolling ankle, stumbling inside—a hand yanked his hood and jumped over and landed in a safe distance. Rudo caught himself, slightly staggering as Zanka let go of his uniform. “Watch where yer standing, idiot,” the older teenager kissed his teeth, readjusting his grip on his vital instrument. 

Probably a compliment would ease him. “Yeah, yeah, thanks for the save.”

“Don’t thank me.”

Never fucking mind, Rudo thought as he glared. “Okay, weirdo.” “What did you—”

“I’m glad you are bonding well but there’s a time and place for that!” A feminine voice boomed, and their heads whipped to see Riyo already fighting the trash beasts, cutting and decapitating them with ease. Even Gris, Follo, and Tomme—Tomme—were doing stuff they should’ve started minutes ago. And Tomme doesn’t even fight! “Get over here and take these freaky spiders out! I’m getting the creeps just by standing so close!”

Turning to face each other, they silently nodded and the Sphereite ran ahead as the Groundling groaned, clutching his y-shaped stick. The item and his eyes emitted a blue glow as he sighed, getting to work. A couple of spiders, wires for legs dashed his way. With a poorly hidden scowl his staff transformed, and he slashed it at them. Trash, dirt and tiny wires scattered around at his medium rage attack. Looking up; a bigger cluster of them were approaching. 

“Alright then, let’s get to cleaning.” He said, spinning Lovely Assistaff around his wrist and catching it from behind as he crushed the sneaking beasts crawling behind him, throwing a glance over his shoulder.

“Filthy, disgusting trash beasts!”

*snip*

*RATTLE! *

The last standing beast fell down as the red-haired girl landed safely on her feet, picking up her gigantic scissor and disarming The Ripper. Smearing off the sweat from her forehead, she smiled.

“Phew—finally!” Riyo exclaimed. “It felt like a never-ending nightmare!”

“Yeah, no kidding.” Enjin exhaled and leaned his head against his vital instruments’ handle, bending forward. “Honestly I thought I was on auto pilot.” “Yeh, but I’m just glad were done. We can finally head back to the HQ.”

From the car, Gris waved his hand out the window from the driver’s seat, beeping the horn. “I got the jeep going! Good work everyone!”

A round of excited “yeah!” s and tired “augh...” s came from the Givers and the leader tapped on his choker, closing his umbrella shut. It took a minute till the choker chirped and connected. “You’ve reached the Cleaner Headquarters’ front desk; how may I help you?”

“Yo, Semiu!” He greeted, walking around and looking over the trash beasts’ corpse, getting close. “Team Akuta’s leader is delighted to report that we managed to find those trash beasts an—”

Suddenly, one of the spider’s legs jerked and the whole body jumped up, catching them all off guard. Rudo’s red eyes flew open as Riyo flinched, Zanka gripping his Assistaff and hitting the blunt side against the monster, pinning it down. “I thought you killed it Riyo!” He heaved as the trash creature struggled.

“I did! I did the usual stuff!”

But Zanka was too late, just mere moments off. Enjin had made the grave mistake being lax around trash beast, fully aware of the consequences and the risks around that. “You were saying, EnJin?”

“Ah, yeah—my bad. The trash beast wasn’t as dead as we thought. The thing jerked alive.”

“That’s good, then. I hope none of you got cut by it.”

As her words came through, a cold shiver came over him. He became very aware of the breeze on his neck where one of the legs had kicked and sliced him. Touching the scarred skin and looking at his bloodied fingers, he thought of one thing. 

Shit.

He breathlessly laughed through the gas mask. “Oh yeah, totally. If you don’t mind me asking, what would happen if one of us got cut, hypothetically speaking?” By now, the others had surrounded him – all sharing a variety of expressions as Enjin spoke. 

“…I’m just saying I hope, really hope none of you got cut. This breed of trash beasts is rare because they carry a unique toxin that is found on their nails and/or teeth. Weirdly enough only they have that toxin, probably a chemical or something. Anyhow, you should cover yo—”

A horrifying, high pitched scream filled the silence as the trash creature twitched, screeching its head off. Rudo and the others winced as Zanka raised his staff and spun it, slicing at the beast. “Ya annoying shit, just die already!” He cursed, beyond irritated. 

“Look who didn’t kill it,” Riyo commented. 

A vein popped at his temple. “Hah? It was your job in the first place—”

“—yo-your ears… because its scream makes you go literally mad and homicidal, okay, did anyone get cut!?” Semiu’s voice rose in volume from Enjin’s collar, and nobody responded to her till Rudo tilted his head and saw wet crimson on the blond’s neck, few smears on his fingertips. “Enjin got cut. He was the closest to it when it twitched.”

Riyo and Zanka immediately stopped what they were doing. Gris and Follo stared at Enjin’s neck, then at his hand. Silence followed through.

“… What.”

A low, almost inaudible grunt slipped his lips, and Enjin’s face twisted, hands flying to his head to steady it, wheezing from agony. The other blond found his voice as Gris shouted. “Semiu he got cut! Send back-up!”

“Got it! Just know they’re on their way!”

“How many minutes out Se—” In front of her was Umbreaker’s blade tip closing in, and Riyo’s eyes widened. Instinctively bending her legs and letting gravity take her down, a powerful thrust came, and a devastating gush of win pierced the air (even split the clouds above), perfectly directed from her exact spot half a second ago. Her breaths were jammed in her throat as a terrifying realization washed over her.

They can’t possibly fight him.

Semiu’s update comes through his choker before hanging up: “I sent Team Eager and Eishia! They’re 8 minutes out, hang on!”

You think we can?! 

Finding her strength, Riyo jumped up and ran beside the supporters, heart absolutely hammering against her chest, feeling her pulse down to the tip of her fingers. She watches with intense focus as Enjin scratches at the cut wound, blood collecting under his nails as his head lolls to the side, heaving heavily. A tattooed hand grabs the straps of the gas mask and tugs it straight off, discarding it aside. His eyes, blood-shot, roll to the back of his skull as he breathes freely, gripping at his grey Cleaner jacket.

“Enjin!”

“Enjin the hell’s going on!”

His hands clutch the fabric hard and snatches it off, just barely tearing it apart. His arms show a permanent artwork, red and black, out for the world to see as he’s down to a wine-red shirt. All of the other Giver’s gaze upon him, conflicted and concern put on display. Enjin growls, veins popping from his neck as footsteps makes his ears perk. He looks over his shoulder: zeroing in on the escaping supporters running away. Running away? The distance between them is only growing greater so they must be running away.

From him?

An animalistic sound escapes him, current idea seeming bright in his head. He bends as low as his body allows and leaps, dashing forward with Umbreaker in his hand, laughing. He was surely over a hundred meters away a moment ago—now he’s just a couple feet away, rapidly approaching. He closes his vital instrument and wields it like a sword, manoeuvring and appearing in front of them, taking in their fearful expressions, ready to kill them.

Instead of hearing the distinctive sound of blood splatter and bodies collapsing, two teens stand before him, blocking Umbreaker. Red eyes widen and blue ones narrow, both displaying the same emotion. He didn’t care for their expressions nor was he there to analyse them either. He was here to kill and kill alone.

“GRIS GO—JUST GO! RUN AND GET AWAY FROM HERE!” the taller one with the staff orders, looking over his shoulder then back to him. Enjin frowns, disappointed. With his free hand he smacks the white-haired kid and shoves Umbreaker forward, narrowly missing the staff wielder. A look of surprise and annoyance flashes through him.

“Enjin! Enjin, get ahold of yerself—”

“There’s no point Zanka!” Rudo shouts and pulls himself up, groaning at his sore cheek. “He doesn’t recognise us, don’t waste your breath tryna get him back!” He tries to warn him, tries to get him to listen.

But Zanka wasn’t having it. “Just shut up you twat! I know Enjin and he aint—” he blinked, and suddenly the man held him up by his throat, squeezing hard. His eyes had rolled forward and now stared at him with an intense look. The teenager let out a choked noise, eyelashes fluttering hastily as he kicked his legs hard against Enjin’s ribs. Not even a twist or a reaction of pain appeared on the man’s face. He was getting dizzy, and he was panicking. He raised his hand to hit him with Lovely Assistaff when he clenched his fist around air.

 Enjin was holding Assistaff. With a blank, hard gaze he was holding his Assistaff. Light green string of saliva stuck to his chin.

The snip of scissors entered his ears in his hazy state and arms encircle around his middle, gravity shifting around him. Finally, being able to breathe, Zanka sucks in a greedy breath, black spots vanishing. Rudo sets him down. Pulling his head up, he could see Riyo fighting against Enjin. He rubbed his sore throat and let his heartrate ease. Rudo had ran up and joined in taking down Enjin as the teens worked together. The Ripper spun around Riyo’s heel as it inched Enjin—who parred and blocked it with Umbreaker—as Rudo rained mean punches at him—which Enjin caught with his free hand. Zanka just stared in terrified amazement: just how strong was his leader?

He got up and leaped forward, throwing Assistaff towards him. Catching the possessed man’s attention and splitting his focus from the other two teens, Zanka managed to pin him down. Enjin landed down with a “ouff!” and immediately thrashed around, cursing his tongue off. It made him feel uncomfortable seeing him like this. It was so out of place. The blond stilled around Lovely Assistaff and he had thought the toxin was wearing off wh—

He tensed and threw it off of him like nothing, piercing Umbreaker’s sharp point towards him. Zanka gasped and leaned backwards, but the sudden movement had startled him and made him fall back. The older man stared above and wordlessly raised his vital instrument threateningly, glaring at him with no familiarity. 

“ZANKA! GET UP!”

Sounds of bells rang in his ears. His heart pounding against his chest. Is he going to die? The tip of the umbrella thrusts down and his eyes shuts, teeth clenching. Though, in lieu of pain crashing down at him, he hears Enjin huff and pant. Zanka peels his eyes open slowly, then widens at the sight: blue ropes restraining him. The man bit back a yelp as he was yanked backwards.

Wait, blue rope? Bl—

!!

“Are you all well? We got here as fast as we could,” he heard and Zanka propped himself up on his elbows, eyes wide. He just stared at Enjin being pulled back more and more by Tokushin in the grasp of its owner: Tamsy. Beside him would’ve Delmon had stood, but he was running with his fists clenched. With a loud roar, the man grabbed Enjin’s core and hauled him down, trapping him on the ground.

“AGH—”

“ENJIN! STAND DOWN!” The larger man shouted, pressing him hard against the sandy ground. Strangled noises escaped the blond as he heaved and kicked, struggling against the other and the rope tying him still. “We got the message as soon as possible, I hope everyone’s safe and sound,” the blond-blue haired man spoke through his gas mask, holding a serene expression. Behind Zanka, Riyo tapped her foot against his shoulder, peeling his attention from the scene. “Hey,” she held out her hand, “get up.”

He took her hand.

They formed an open half-circle around Delmon and Enjin when a loud scream tore through the blond’s throat, making them shudder. It was a feral, brutish scream they had never heard come from the man ever. The most they’d heard from him was an annoyed scowl or an obnoxious laugh. Nothing like this, never.

As they watched, Rudo recalled what he heard earlier.

“I sent Team Eager and Eishia! They’re 8 minutes out, hang on!”

Right, where as she?

Approaching footsteps from behind made him turn. “Guys!” Eishia ran up towards them, the supporters around her. “We had to move the jeep closer for the cord—hold him down!”

Her face was twisted in uncertainty as her hands shook, no, there was no time for that. Her lips pressed into a fine line as she got closer, assessing over the rabid Enjin. Delmon shifted off of him but held him as he turned him over to his back. All of them cringed at the sight.

Veins strained and popped from his open wound and even around the side of his face as his yellow eyes rolled back to his skull again, blood and pastel green spit spilling over his cheek. He was practically foaming at the mouth as he struggled against Tokushin and Delmon, grunting in frustration.

“Oh my, he’s like a beast.”

“HE CERTAINLY IS! EISHIA, YOU SHOULD HURRY!”

She nodded her head, whispering “right!” under her tongue. Sitting beside Enjin, her electricity-fuelled hands hovered over his stomach. A sliver of skin was exposed due to the struggle and the shed of clothes. He was heaving heavily, a red hue over his cheeks. A fever? Running on anger? She didn’t know what it was. That’s not her focus right now. She put all her weight into it as she sent small, firm voltages directly into his stomach, intending to pump it. She felt him gasp beneath him. She repeated her movements and did it again and again. 

He coughed and threw his head back, eyes shut.

Eishia furrowed her thick brows and moved up to his heart, sending a stronger current. She pressed her palms over his heart rhythmically, almost like CPR. “Hegh—hegh—fughh—stop—!”

The crowd watched as she practically punched her fist into his stomach and twist it, kneading hard against it. The reaction was instantaneous, and she tugged Enjin forward and over to his side, holding him up. He puked. Undignified sounds spilled out along with green, and whatever he had eaten that morning as he vomited, growing weak. “Tamsy! Untie him, please!”

The ropes undid themselves and she helped Enjin properly sit up as he coughed out the last bits. Hands rubbed down his back as he let out a disoriented whimper, taste of stomach acid and blood on his tongue. An unopened water bottle pushes against his lip, and he eagerly drinks from it. Anything to quench his thirst and cool his ridiculously hot throat. He swallows almost the entire bottle before it’s taken from him, and his gas mask is put on him. He feels pure dirt and ash in his lungs, it's disgusting.

The others stare in worry and concern as Enjin leans into Eishia, feeling like lead. “Th…the ‘ell ‘appened...” 

Eishia helps him up and props him up with his arm slung over her shoulders. The others look at him, scratching their napes. “You kinda got infected by a toxin and went crazy trying to kill us all.” Riyo sums up, holding his jacket over her arm. “It was wild, you almost suceeced too.”

“Riyo! Don’t casually say that!” Zanka scolded.

“Oh, you definitely almost died—just look at him.” She pointed her thumb at him. The teenager yelled at her, and she brought her hands up to defend herself: sending them into a long argument. Enjin blinked and rubbed his eyes, sighing. 

He almost killed them.

His eyes trail down at his hand as Eishia guides him to the jeep, Gris offering to help. As Gris supported and placed him in the passenger’s seat, just letting them do as they please, he lolled his head against the head rest. He couldn’t remember the said attack, but the state they were in said a lot. 

He let his eyes close and remain shut, loud thoughts keeping him occupied as the jeep eventually started and drove, Gris at the wheel, his three idiots in the middle as Follo and Tomme sat in the very back.

They remained shut till they got back to the base and Gris had to help take off his gas mask and carry him over his shoulder, arms hanging low, occasionally hitting his hand against his lower back. 

He didn’t open his eyes until Gris had placed him on his own bed and left the room, closing the door behind him. Shame washed over him. He wanted nothing more than to lie down and remain there.

He just attacked the kids—his kids—and his chest tightened at that. What a fucking joke he is.

He can’t protect for shit. 

Today’s mission proved just that. 

Letting out a big sigh—full of emotion he can’t bother to unpack—his hands slap at his cheek and he drags them down his face lazily, leaning on his side.