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Graverobber ran, the wind running through his coloured hair, breathing hard. Earlier, he didn't realize that someone had been watching him as he first collected his zydrate before dealing it out. Now he was being chased around the streets while he frantically looked for the house of the kid from the graveyard.
After a few more streets, he noticed her house before quickly running through the open gate and banging upon the glass front door. Shilo cautiously peered around the stairs, spotting Graverobber before carefully making her way to face him on the stairs. She called out, "What do you want?"
"Quickly! Hurry! My life is endangered here!"
"How is it endangered?" She replied, slowly moving up to the glass door.
"A repo man is after me!" As Shilo opened the door, he quickly ran inside, panting hard.
"Repo man? What sort of surgery have you had?" She questioned, eager to know what this hot male piece of perfec- Er…nice young man had had surgically done.
"My face, kid."
"Your face? It's not your own perfectly wonderful pale face that always looks cold?" Shilo felt saddened that Graverobber had ever had to have facial surgery. "No, kid. My face isn't naturally this pale. It's not THAT cold out."
Just then, a repo man in full garb appeared at the gate to Shilo's home, with a packet of makeup wipes clenched in their hand. The repo man panted for a few seconds, before straightening up and letting out a bone chilling chuckle. Graverobber squeaked like a mouse before trying to thrust Shilo at the repo man in order to stop their advances towards him.
It then clicked with Shilo what Graverobber meant about his face. He hadn't had a surgery from GeneCo on his face. He'd bought face paint from them.
And he just couldn't keep up with his payments.
Authors Note: My first crack fiction. Please tell me how it is. Also, my first Repo fanfiction. The idea was conceived between Zydrate-Addiction and me earlier this afternoon.