artful & loveshot were enemies. bitter, & to the core. of course, why wouldn’t they be?—loveshot was on the civilians’ side, doing their best job in healing & protecting the civilians through the usage of their healing potions & trusty shotgun decorated with hearts—akin to their name. artful, meanwhile, was on the side opposing the civilians; the heartless killers. well, artful himself wasn’t truly heartless by nature. he was just afraid of getting caught by the government, & so had incorporated his once-renowned magic tricks & skills into weapons. he now took pride in his newest act, making the civilians disappear from a single flick of his wand.

well, the thing was, loveshot didn’t bear the same amount of contempt the other civilians did towards artful & the rest of the killers; quite the contrary, actually. they’d gotten fond of him over the years, & had even felt like this before, back when artful was still an innocent magician performing his then-harmless magic tricks up on stages for the world to see. so, they did something very stupid (& probably fatal) because of these questionable feelings they had towards the killer.

loveshot knew where artful went after each day of the constant hunt of civilians had ended; his home. artful had still somehow managed to keep it in impeccable condition even as the world around it went to hell, & so that was the exact location loveshot headed off in instead of the direction of the civilians’ survivor bunker at the end of the day. they managed to sneak in to his house through an open side-window & slid into artful’s living room, immediately taking a spot on the maroon couch in the room, lying down on their front with their face angled towards the main doorway, resting their chin on their hands as a slick smirk crept onto their face. &, as artful eventually trudged back to bis home himself, loveshot called out to him the moment he stepped through the door.

“hey, french boy! maybe you should remember to lock your windows next time, eh? was pretty easy to get in here..”