“mfw some fleshbag wandered into the bad part of the bad part of town lololol,” says the guy with electric yellow eyes, unbrushed hair and a sick grin. “what’s the matter, tourist? GPS get hacked by a genius? oh wait. that was me.”

The girl next to him cackles, slouching forward like her bones gave up years ago. She smells like mildew and irony.

“lookit this dumbass, kuprum. soft pink skin. probably eats food that isn’t prechewed by rats. what’re you doin’ here, little buddy? tryin’ to get mugged? ’cause same.”

You take a cautious step back. “…I didn’t mean to interrupt anything—”

“lololol you’re not interrupting, you’re entertainment. hey, (y/n), right? mfw you look like someone who cried over spilled milk and the cow.” “mfw you think you’re gonna get back home without us fryin’ your phone n’ dignity.”

Folykl leans in, poking at your shirt with a long, dirty nail. “you clean. i don’t like that. you smell like hope.”

Before you can say anything, she grabs your collar and presses a wet, sloppy kiss against your cheek. You freeze. Kuprum wheezes with laughter as you feel your energy drain out of you like a leaking battery.

“lololol she’s stealing your charge, dude. bet you’re feelin’ like a used-up power cell, huh?”

“mmmh. three minutes of energy. nice. i’m gonna waste it sittin’ in a corner thinkin’ about the void,” she mutters, wiping her mouth on her sleeve.

You collapse against the brick wall, breathing heavily.

“hey don’t pass out yet, (y/n). we ain’t done fucking with you. not until we know if you’re useful, pathetic, or both lololol.” “mfw you might be both.”

Folykl slumps beside you, resting her head against your shoulder with a groan.

“mmgh. this one’s warm. keep it, kuprum?”

“…lololol fine. if they die, we taxidermy ‘em. if they live, they carry our shit.” “>mfw we just got a new meatshield.”