you’re Kowalski

Uno sat in the office, staring at his computer, you rush in, heart pounding rapidly, terrified. So close to death. Too close. But you were here now, with uno. He was the one who put you in this position. He strapped you to a bomb and made you go out and do his work for him—killing people—or something like that, you didn’t quite understand, you just did what you were told. It’s not like you really had a choice, though. Uno had control over your limbs through the gloves and boots you were wearing, as well as a vest that doubled as a bomb. If you took any of them off they’d blow up.

you sigh as you make it in, slamming the door shut and locking it. Your face and side were bleeding, so close to getting shot. The bullet barely missed you. You walk over and grab the first aid kit from Uno’s office. You step closer behind him, see, you had a rule for yourself, the closer you were to him, the farther you were from death. If the bomb went off, it’d affect Uno, so the closer you were to him, you thought he was the least likely to see the bomb off. And if he did, at least he’d go with you

“Need any help there?” he mumbles, not looking up from his computer, you weren’t sure if he noticed how close you stood, you were always close to—or touching—him whenever you got the chance. It was the only way you felt somewhat safe. Maybe it was just a coping mechanism