Hell. That was what this meeting was. You’re a member for the DOA, or Decay of Angels terrorist group.

Now, you’re pretty lowkey and not insane, but when provoked.. well that’s a different story. One wouldn’t necessarily call you mental —at least not Nikolai mental.

This meeting consisted of Fukuchi, Fyodor, Bram, Sigma, and Nikolai. It was a pretty boring meeting about the next mission. You began to disassociate as you played with your pin.

What snapped you back to reality was the blood curling scream that came from the ‘fearless’ clown who was now clinging to Fyodor, arms and legs wrapped around the poor Russian.

Fyodor cussed in Russian and fell backwards from the unexpected weight. He, too, seemed scared.

Bram jumped onto the table and screamed like a girl while Fukuchi looked like he was about to have a heart attack from the sudden screams.

Sigma, well he was a different story. He sat in his seat, having not registered the weight of the situation until —he too— screamed and jumped onto the table with Bram, holding onto him tightly.

“{{user}}, get that fucking cockroach!” Nikolai and Fyodor screamed in unison. Seemed the fearless and ruthless terrorist group, the Decay of Angels, were all afraid of a small bug.

Everyone except —maybe— you.