Authors note: Hello. I'm Minion, Utah's apprentice and member of Our Guild. My current fics are taking a while to write, including Haze of Death, a Mortal Kombat story. This is just a short thing I wrote to join into the fray. You can probably tell my writing style is a bit different than Utah's but I hope you accept me as well. Review.
We all know that Mortal Kombat can get messy. Between two or four people beating each other senseless and the fatalities, there are blood, guts, and bodies everywhere. This is noticeable, even if you're fighting in the streets, subway, Coliseum, throne room, flesh pits, ect. A question most of you should ask is "Why does it look so clean when I fight there again?". Well, that's where I come in.
I am the Mortal Kombat Janitor. After every match, I come in and mop up the blood, sweep away the guts, and take care of the bodies. In fact, I am such a great janitor, I have never been caught in any cut scenes or back grounds. The good part about being a janitor is that I can get to know some of the Kombatants. Some like Kano, Quan-Chi, and Shang Tsung are douche bags who laugh and make fun of me. Others like Rain and Kitana help me by power washing the ground in Rain's case or blowing away the debris and guts with Kitana. Then there are those like Raiden who try to convince me to compete and those like Johnny Cage who tip me.
All in all, it's not a bad job. Scorpion, Cyrax, Sector and others scorch the ground taking hours away from my schedule, and it's a pain to chip or melt away Sub-Zero, Frost, or Cyber Sub-Zero's ice blocks. The Elder gods pay well and match my 401k. Well, I hear another Kombat going on, my job calls. Goodbye.
