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@the-perfect-scientist ~ Blitzø & Carlos for the Valentine's starter call

Valentine's Day in Hell. A place that was supposed to be all about endless punishment and bad shit in general. How ridiculous that idea was.

With a frown, Blitzo knocked down the latest drink he had ordered. He'd say that he had lost counts of how many he had had, but he hadn't been counting at all. He knew the only thing that mattered, namely that he wasn't wasted enough to put up with all the sickening horniness that surrounded him.

...Alright, maybe he also had himself to blame for that. He might have chosen the seediest bar he could find, but he was still in Lust, after all.

Grumbling under his breath, he signaled the bartender, just to steal the bottle when the other made to pour him a drink. Then, he hopped off the stool and scanned the crowd, until his gaze fell on a hellhound like demon sitting on his own in a corner. Perfect, another lone, sad motherfucker. Just the kind of company he needed to share his misery with.

"Finish your fuckin' drink, I got better than whatever you're drinkin'," he claimed, dropping in the chair in front of the other, without asking or greeting. "I'm done with those two horny fuckers screwin' on the counter. They almost spilled my drink twice."

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Carlos tried not to squirm under Crowley’s apparently unimpressed countenance toward the idea. He tried, okay? He didn’t think he personally would be capable of much else, honestly, and at least this way something good was going to come out of it. And nobody would get hurt… really. Pissed off to all Hell (which Carlos realized was a distinct possibility for those people), but not hurt.

The question, though a little sharp, confused Carlos. And, he felt defensive about his answer. “Look, is…” He swallowed. “Is it bad enough or not? Taking a kid from her legal guardians?” And hopefully never to see them again, he added silently to himself. “It’s all I got - I don’t wanna be Capone or whatever, I just…. Is it enough? Is it going to be enough?”

God… what was he doing? He was starting to second-guess himself. Crowley’s reaction didn’t look promising, and Carlos was suddenly concerned that the proposal would be rejected. He shouldn’t have even entertained the idea of trying to make a deal with an apparent demon. He was stuck now, wasn’t he?

Was he supposed to make it sound more ‘evil’? But even for his soul, Carlos didn’t want to imply that there would be… anything that wasn’t there. Even on principle, he wanted to be truthful about anything he said. Withholding, sure, but truthful. Just… how could he make it sound more ‘bad’ to this guy’s satisfaction?

He couldn’t. He could only think of the ways to justify himself for wanting this so badly for him and, most importantly, the baby. It was all about the baby.

Crowley knew that he could be a bit touchy. During the centuries, he had found out a lot of things that could annoy him to no end, and at times literally to Hell and back. Additional paperwork. Aziraphale’s inconceivable refuse to get a proper phone. Technological glitches. Horses. The entire fourteenth centuries. The list was a long one and, among the other things, it included people who replied to his questions with other questions.

Gritting his teeth, he employed another huge slice of self-control not to throw his hands in the air for the umpteenth time since Carlos had stumbled down in the crypt and instead took a moment to march around the Bentley, trying to calm down before addressing the human again. He had already seen that snarling at the man was counterproductive, so he was trying to go for patience. Useless to say, it wasn’t easy at all.

“It’s not so linear. And that’s another thing I’ve been telling you since the blessed start! If it was, then I wouldn’t have even offered you this deal, for G-...Sa...Ngk. For someone’s sake!” He huffed, once he had got back standing in front of Carlos. “I have to ask again. Aren’t you supposed to be smart? Because you seemed like the nerdy smart type last time I met you. Did something changed in the last few weeks? Or did I miss something?”

So much for being calm and understanding.

“Alright, alright. It doesn’t matter now.” He waved a hand. “But I need to know why you want to steal the baby. Your motivations are an essential point to define what can be sold off as a sin and what can’t, alright? If I don’t have all the facts, I can’t make this work to our advantage, capisce?”

He offered a nod, as to encourage the human to nod back and, especially, to finally get his point.

Carlos was regretting having decided to go out for a bit of scavving. Daisy and Kle-O didn’t have what he needed so he thought it might be a good idea to try his luck. He’d gone scavving before… it shouldn’t have been a big deal.

That was, until some raiders got the drop on him. Carlos just… froze. They seemed surprised that he wasn’t shooting at them, but not enough to forgo taking advantage and kidnapping him.

For the first time, Carlos’ thoughts didn’t go to his family first. This time they went to Hancock. Did Hancock even know where he went? Carlos couldn’t remember if he told him - he at least knew he left the city for a bit, right? Yeah, Carlos told him that much. But where did he say he was going? The longer Carlos sat there, Carlos doubted he’d said anything of use. These raiders hadn’t done anything to him yet, but it wouldn’t be too long until they’d decide to get rid of him.

But then Carlos started to hear gunfire at the far end of the compound. An attack? A power-struggle? Carlos had no idea. All he could do was just sit there, chained to the wall, and listen.

Carlos hadn’t told him where he was going, not really, but fortunately for the scientist, someone else from town had spotted him as he’d been taken. So close to Goodneighbor, it didn’t take long for word to get back to Hancock or for the ghoul to make his way across the city to rampage across the compound.

High on psycho and adrenaline, Hancock quickly carved his way through the raiders until all had either fallen or run and he’d found the room they were holding Carlos in. Bursting through the door, covered in a mix of his own and several raiders’ blood, the ghoul scanned the room with a wild look in his eyes before locking onto Carlos and making his way over to him.

“Well, it’s a bet with my brother, so there’s no real consequence if I lose,” Carlos said. “So… I guess I lost, then?”

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“I… uh…” It asked him for his name. That was… certainly a first: a robot asking his name. “I’m… I’m Carlos,” he told the being. “Why are you here? On Earth? And here right now - what brought you to this place?” Where Carlos was, with his family home not very far away. If there were more of them there, was his family in danger?

This thing was alien, though it didn’t make mention of any creators. Did they destroy their organic creators a la Terminator ages ago? Why were they here if they had their own planet?

“We are here because our planet is currently uninhabitable. Our civil war ravaged it and poisoned its core, destroying the wells and mines of energon, our fuel and lifeblood. It will be another several thousand years before it is cleansed and recovery possible. Earth was one of several planets that were used as a fallback stockpile, so my Autobots came here to harvest it. The Decepticons pursued us however, and recently we discovered Earth was also used as the hiding place of several powerful relics and weapons, so we are fighting to find them before the Decepticons do.”