Being a team doesn't necessarily mean you should make a sport of what you do, but that is exactly what happens.
Time: X776 (at the beginning of Lucy's instatement as an agent of FTG)
This is it.
This is why she would end up in whatever dark version of the afterlife that the higher powers ascribed to.
Lucy took in the chaos before her. If someone told her the truth about the FTG, she might have had second thoughts about joining. Of course, she wouldn't have met many of her closest friends, but she would probably still have some of her sanity left.
"No way, my guy was way scarier than yours!" Natsu yelled.
"As if!" Laxus shouted back, "My guy was a puppet master that literally made people into puppets! All yours did was take people's eyeballs."
"Have you ever seen eyeless people?" Gray questioned, "It is the creepiest thing ever."
Cana took a pull of her beer before speaking, "No way is that scarier than puppets though. Have you ever seen Chucky?"
Lucy raised an eyebrow, "Cana, Chucky was a doll. And please keep your voice down, we're in public."
"Doesn't make it any less scary. Puppets, mannequins, dolls, they're all horrifying when they're sentient."
"Cana, just because you're scared of dolls doesn't mean everyone has to be," Gray muttered. After a glance at her, "I thought you said you were stopping at 3."
Lucy giggled when she saw Cana glance down at her fifth, half-finished bottle and look back up to shrug at her old friend. "You're driving me home anyway. Or I'm sleeping over at your place if you're not busy tomorrow morning."
"Why would he be busy? Ice Princess never has plans to do anything," Natsu's voice was loud when he was drinking, "All he does is sleep around and brood."
Gray took a sip of his non-alcoholic coke, "As if you have any room to throw stones, you play with fire in your free time."
"Discuss your weird flirting on your own time," Laxus drew the conversation back around, "We were talking about how Team B's unsub beats your wimpy prisoner in all categories."
"We were not flirting!" Natsu shouted, his voice carrying in the small bar. "And no way does people puppets beat out rescrewing human eyeballs into dead animal skins! You assholes are just sore losers."
Lucy looked over at the other people giving them disgusted looks. "Guys, maybe take it down a notch, people are staring."
"It's fine, Luce!" Cana winked at the bartender, "They're used to us, and Hibiki here gets an extra fifty bucks for every person we can get to leave with our shoptalk. It's usually on nights with the really annoying frat boys that he cleans us out!" she crowed.
She could feel her blonde hair greying as she listened to her coworkers continue to shout at each other. She groaned and slumped forward a bit, "Hibiki, grab me another Long Island please. This is going to be a long night."
"You should see them in the last few weeks of the pot. All of them show up and it's like watching a face-off of the ages."
"Hibiki, they make money off each other based on which of their serial killers is the scariest. In what way is that entertainment?" she asked.
He raised his hand up in a gesture of innocence, "You're the one that works with them. Just know that each agent on the winning team gets a $100 bonus."
She perked up, "Are you serious? Why did none of them tell me this!" she reached for the Long Island he passed her, "Bottoms up, Hibiki, I'm going in."
A/N: The next chapter is going to be darker guys, much darker!
