A followup to one of the super short fics I'd posted up a looong time ago. I really missed you, Borderlands fandom! This may or may not become a multichapter fic, but even if it doesn't...

I'm trying to come back guys! I'll even be trying to finish Bunkers and Badasses, but I might rewrite the whole thing before that happens. My writing has improved a lot these last few years.

Disclaimer: I do not own Borderlands~

Enjoy!

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Sweet Revenge
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That morning when Zero woke up, the vault hunter didn't expect to see a crude drawing of a penis the moment he'd woken up. He reached up to pull it off, scowling.

It was duct taped on. Possibly even glued.

...Had to be Gaige.

Zero sighed, shaking his head. She was so immature. Sure, he understood that she was just a child in comparison to him and the other vault hunters, but all he'd done was put a penis emoticon on his helmet. Nothing more than that.

Gaige was so immature.

A small giggle alerted him to the presence of the girl in question. "What's up, Dickface?" At first he didn't answer, so Gaige announced her evil plan. "As you can probably not tell thanks to the lovely piece of artwork fixed on your helmet, everyone else has gone on a mission so there's no one to help you. For the rest of the day, you're going to see a penis because I know you'll never take off your helmet in front of another person. Get owned, Zero!"

"Very immature.
You should focus on training
Instead of revenge," Zero scoffed in response.

"Oh, this is revenge?" The mechromancer mocked. "I was thinking it was more like payback, but revenge sounds even sweeter. Good luck getting that off Zero, it's Gorilla taped. And glued. In fact, you might need to get a completely new helmet. Preferably one that can't emoticon."

The assassin rolled his eyes, moving his four-fingered hands up to pull off his helmet. Revealing his face to the girl, he glared at her with dark, hazel specked eyes. Inwardly he chuckled at the girls reaction, her eyes widening and her jaw dropping in surprise. Then as he stood up, that expression was replaced with panic as she ran out of the room.

"Oh shit!" she cried, turning the corner as I made my way towards her. She was running for her room. Foolish, it would be very easy to trap her there.

As it turned out, it was a trap for him.

The moment he'd entered her room, she threw a bucket at his face.

Slag.