"Wake up, bitch!" Bonnie flinched when a crowbar smashed against the door and knocked it wide open, bolting him up from his sleep.
"What the fuck, Joey!" Bonnie groaned, flopping back onto his bed.
"We got work to do, asshole. You forgot you're a Bell or something? Want a fucking coffee and a breakfast muffin? Get your stupid ass up!" the crowbar smashed down against the foot of the bed, having splinters fly off from it.
Bonnie groaned and threw his blanket over Joey's head and stood up. Joey growled, throwing the blanket off of him and pointed his crowbar at him.
"Ay, just because you landed some punches don't make you hot shit. And put on some fuckin' clothes."
Bonnie looked down at himself, realizing he was in his boxers. The blood rushed to his cheeks as he quickly grabbed his shorts off the floor and put it on. Joey rolled his eyes. As Bonnie went to his closet, he looked out the window, seeing the night sky still crawling. He rose a brow, putting on a white wife beater and gray hoodie vest.
"It's the middle of the night, what are we doing?" he asked the fox.
"Uh? You just fuckin' born? We always work at night, 'sides. It's your time to reel in some more customers. We're going to a new area. Gonna round up scraggly lookin' heffers and some depressed assholes."
The purple rabbit stuck his hands in his pockets, staring at Joey. "What? So I'm just gonna go around and give free smack to dumb college kids?" he asked.
"I'll give you a free smack if you don't get in the fucking van." Joey sucked his teeth as he made his way out the door, shoving Tiny aside as the blue wolf tried to enter.
"Aaay! Little bunny boy! You ready to go out and make some fool bend to us?" he chuckled and slammed his paw on Bonnie's back.
He stumbled forward, looking up at the large wolf with a defeated sigh.
"What, you tagging along in the streets with me?" he asked, walking out the door. Tiny followed behind him. His heavy footsteps echoed off the concrete walls as they both made their way to the exit.
"Hell yeah, man, see my job is ta get them suckers so scared. Like push 'em to take our stuff. Then they get so fuckin' hooked and wont leave us alone!" the wolf hooted.
"Shut the fuck up!" a voice shouted from behind one of the bedroom doors. Tiny halted in his place and looked at the direction of the voice.
"Don't make me come in there!"
"Yeah!? Or fucking what!?" the voice said, getting louder.
Tiny headed toward the door, his muscles flexing as he was ready to tear the door off its hinges and beat whoever the fuck was inside. Bonnie, however, got in his way and pushed at his chest.
"Dude, dude! It's fine! Easy! He's not worth your time!" the little rabbit said, holding his hands up to stop the larger wolf from pummeling him.
"The fuck you mean he aint worth my time?! He fucking insulted me!" Tiny bellowed, making a hand gesture to the door.
"Yeah and your mom's a cunt too!" the voice yelled back.
Tiny was ready to steamplow Bonnie over before the rabbit pushed him back.
"C'mon man, just leave it. We're late for our assignment! You want Boss to know about that?" he gave the wolf a question stare.
Tiny looked down at Bonnie then back up at the door and sucked his teeth, turning and walked down the corridor. Bonnie gave an audible sigh of relief and slowly made his way down the path with Tiny. The guards up front had their toned arms across their chest, standing post like statues as they always do. It was amazing, no matter how big someone seemed to him, Tiny cleared their head about a foot.
"Yo, let us out." He told the Rottweiler guard. "Gonna get new fishes to Belladonna. Maybe we'll crack their skulls in the future if they don't have our money." The two guards chuckled darkly, exchanging a few handshakes before the brutes opened the door out into the cold.
"Fuck man! Thank god my ass got long fur not like you dog folk. It's cold as shit out here!" Teased Tiny as he shook himself and walked out. Bonnie slowly crept out beside him. The outside was pretty simple. Out from the warehouse was a few steps down onto the asphalt of the parking lot. After the lot ended, it was a barbed wire fence.
Joey was waiting on the cracked street in the van that blared out Eminem. The tiny fox was in the driver's seat, smoking a cigarette as he listened to the lyrics. The entire city was a ghost town. All the buildings with no life, no light, save for the warehouse. It's been so wiped out, Riftpoint was taken off at the map at one point since officials forgot it existed. After a ruckus, and a few complains, City Hall managed to put it on the map. Then Riftpoint got a real bad name once news of the drug lord started to spread.
Police would come down here to stop them, but they knew that all the criminals here had weapons. It would mean a full on battle. Too many officers with families to risk. So the police settle for catching the drifters in the town doing the dirty work before they get back over the border to Riftpoint. Freddy claimed all that land for himself. His control was spreading too. Soon he'll own Ironclad, the town next over, and his men will camp out there, threatening police with ruthless kills and making many widows.
"You gonna fucking stand there, fairy, or are you gonna get your ass in this damn van?" yelled Joey. Bonnie snapped out of his day dream and turned to the fox, his brow furrowing.
"Would you stop with that? I'm not gay!" he yelled back and entered into the van.
"Just get the fuck in, it's cold as shit and the fucking heater aint working"
Tiny entered into the passenger's seat and slammed the door behind him. Bonnie climbed in through the back, sitting in one of the seats with the cargo. The music was the only thing that broke the silence as the three of them drove down the broken road to Ironclad. There were a few bumps along the road that caused things the clatter in the back, making Bonnie look around.
Nothing special, instead of their bulky dufflebags to carry the big baggies of cocain they only had small thumb sized ziplocks with a pinch of the goods were in it. All of them were neatly tucked away in two brown envelopes. Must be one for him and one for Tiny to clear out before the end of the night. But something else caught his eye too.
Two dark pistols. Berettas most likely. Each had their own silencer attached to the barrel. Again, one for him and Tiny. If they're trusting him with a gun, that means they don't have a sniper on him anymore, but that doesn't mean he can just up and go. Even if he did manage to shoot Joey and Tiny right now, Freddy will send so many experts after him, and the nightmare starts from the beginning. The only way to escape Belladonna…was wiping everyone out.
He took a deep breath and reached out, grabbing one of the Berettas and fiddled around with it. Fully loaded, as expected. He wasn't that good with aim, though. Were they really gonna rough people up or was this for their own protection?
"Ay, fucker. I see you playing with that thing. Don't make me come over there and fucking whip you." Joey adjusted the rear view mirror, staring directly at Bonnie. "Put that the fuck down."
Bonnie's hand slowly put the gun back in its place. The only thing left was to listen the music Joey had and the hum of the engine.
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It didn't take too long to get to their destination. The van parked and Bonnie and Tiny got out. The rabbit took a deep inhale of clean air and sighed. So many of these people take a clean gulp of air for granted. His head turned to Tiny who was already inside the back, placing little baggies in his pocket. He wore a muscle top that was a little too tight on him and placed the Beretta in his belt, hiding it.
"Bunny boy, tuck this away. Blast any fucker's skull in. Especially Anthropoda." He scoffed, tossing the pistol to Bonnie. The rabbit flinched, catching the gun. He slowly copied Tiny and put it in his belt. "They after us ever since we took care of fucking tiger blood." He chuckled, throwing Bonnie's envelope at him.
"…Are they sending people after us?" Bonnie asked, placing the tiny ziplocks of cocaine down his shorts pockets.
"Nah, they too chicken-shit to send someone to us. But they did double the patrols here. They think they're so tough and that Ironclad's theirs" he laughed, licking his lips. "Bell's coming to town now, boy. Set a good example and come back here in three hours" he thudded over to Bonnie and flicked his head then left down the street.
Bonnie sighed and took a look around. Saturday night. Lots of people should be out now. Clubbing, partying, drinking. Inhibitions lost. He rubbed his face and placed his hands in his hoodie, walking off in any direction. There should be a lot of dumb kids willing to do anything right?
He knew where to go, his feet carried him there unconsciously. Just…being normal for once. He had a ton of time, he could fool around for a little bit.
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Lights.
Lights.
Lights.
So many flashing neon lights. So many bars. So many clubs. So many kids.
Bonnie moved aside from a groups of jocks that manage to tower over him, even though they were younger. He got looks, many of them. Why?
"Aw, why are you so sad?" a hyena girl came up to him. She was dressed head to toe in sequin with a belly shirt, booty shorts and looots of rings
"Um, excuse me?" he asked, stopping in his tracks to look at her.
"Yo' ears, hunny! Why are you so upset? Oh you look so cute! Where's yo mother?"
"…I'm 23 years old ma'am, and my ears are…they're…" he stopped a moment thinking.
…Rabbit ears aren't naturally laid back like his.
"…It's a medical condition." He lied to her.
"You 23? Hunny, you must be beating girls off with a stick! Mh!" she laughed loudly. "And bunny rabbit ears look nice like that! More should be like you!" she waved as her polished claws clicked against the pavement. "Bye, boo!"
He turned his head to watch her go and sagged his shoulders, sighing. He continued to walk through the downtown area. Had his life really impacted him that hard? That's a dumb questions, of course it did. His paws landed absentmindedly on the pavement below him when his ears perked up slightly to the sound of screaming boys. Bonnie lifted his head up to get a better look at the men that had just emerged from the bar. Time to make his move he supposed.
Too bad he had social anxiety.
But Freddy's wrath was nothing to compare to social anxiety, and the torture if he didn't do his job. So Bonnie slowly inched closer to the rowdy bunch of testosterone.
"H-hey! Where are we going to now?" he asked suddenly.
One of the wolves turned his head and looked down at the little rabbit and started laughing.
"What the hell is this? Who are you? Get out of here little man!" he said, waving his hand.
"Come on! I know a great way to have fun. You know, if you're brave enough." He shrugged his shoulders.
That was Freddy's training a work. Find weak and gullible people and use specific tactics against them. If it's brave muscle heads, call them weak. If they're depressed, use that to sell them happiness. In this case, he found himself some muscle heads.
"We aint gay, asshole. Move it." An alligator jerked his thumb behind him.
Bonnie gave a chuckle.
"Yeah, guess you boys are too weak. Only Bud light and oregano that some freshman sold you as weed right? You guys are pathetic." He turned around on his heel and started to walk.
"Hold the fuck up! What did you say?" a brown and white wolf walked behind him.
Hooked.
Bonnie turned back around. "What? You willing to prove me wrong tough guy?" he got closer, grabbing one of the little ziplocks of cocaine in his pocket.
This is what is felt like, actually holding onto the fate of someone in his hand. He could just walk away right now; spare all these guys lives of horrible drug filled allies. But…he needed to live also. And maybe they'd be smart enough to turn away too. Bonnie pointed to an alley with his free hand.
"I got a challenge. Go into this alley and eat the first thing you find in the dumpster. That's full of nasty stuff, you brave enough?"
His crew hollered behind him.
The wolf stared down at him for a while with a disgusted face and slowly entered into the alley, his crew tagging along. The smell hit everyone hard because this particular dumpster was next to the strip club. Who knows what was in there. But the brown wolf was determined as he was dumb and reached in for the first item.
Low and behold, what did he pull out? A soggy piece of pizza dripping in the dumpster marniation. From the smell of it, it seemed it was marinated for a good day or two, and who knows what type of STD's were floating around in there from the leaking condoms.
But the wolf didn't hesitate. His bros were watching and everyone screamed like banshees when there friend went to town on the pizza, not leaving a trace of it. Bonnie held in a retching noise, keeping a fake smile instead.
"Damn! I guess I stand corrected!" he chuckled condescendingly while going to give him a handshake.
The wolf extended his clean hand, being confused when he was met with a strange feeling in his palm.
"Now if you really want to have some fun, go to town on this. You can find me again if you want more."
There was one word printed on all the ziplocks. A code word to help Bonnie recognize his previous customers. He didn't let anyone explain themselves. He just left quickly out of the alley and down the street.
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Sick, he just felt… awful. That kid's life would be ruined. He know it would be. His life, and his friend's lives will all go down the crack hole.
So the sad little rabbit sat at a bar, head buried in his arms with a glass of water next to him. No one talked to him, the place was calm, save for some small chatter here and there.
"Your fur color just seems to scream who you are whenever you go out, huh?" a soothing voice called out to him. He felt a firm hand and his shoulder and he jumped hard, his hand instantly reaching for his gun.
It was all a blur of movement, but the large hand quickly clamped down easily over his before he reached for the gun.
"Geez, Bonnie. What's gotten into you? It's me." The voice was soft, calming, deep…warm. His vision slowly focused on the figure in front of him and his arms relaxed.
"Foxy?" his voice squeaked out.
"Yeah, Bon." His eyes filled with concern. "Wha- are you alright?" he asked in a soft voice, letting his hand go and placing both palms on his shoulders. That is when Bonnie's wall broke.
Tears streamed down his eyes as he quietly sobbed, turning into a shaking, fearful puddle of insanity. He brought his arms around Foxy in a hug, hiding his face as his small cries brought on the attention of people at the bar. Foxy swallowed the lump past his throat, rubbing Bonnie's back gently as he shook in his arms.
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Warm, he was warm and floating. But his eyes felt puffy and swollen. Bonnie's eyes slowly opened in confusion as he looked around. He was laying on a couch with a blanket over him. Flashes of light caught his attention. A TV, the news was playing. He sat up abruptly, causing the person beside him to flinch.
That's when Bonnie heard the body mutter a curse and something cold crawl up his leg. It didn't take much to send the rabbit flying, attacking the person by wrapping his small hands around their thick neck.
The two of them fell off the couch and knock over a nearby lamp and sprawled over the floor as Bonnie reached for his gun. His hand patted over the empty space of where it once was, causing him to freeze in fear. He anticipated a hit but was met with soothing caress against his cheek.
"Come on, Bon, it's still me." A voice whispered from under him. Bonnie blinked a few times, staring down at Foxy hard. He was sitting over his stomach with his hands around his neck.
His hands immediately flew off his neck when he realized who it was.
"God, Foxy, I'm so sorry!" he said, feeling the tears bubble back into his eyes.
"Don't worry! Don't kick yourself over it." He smiled and slowly sat up, resting his back against the wall. "When you moved, I spilled a little bit of my drink on you and you kinda…freaked out."
Bonnie hung his head low, unable to meet him in the eye for his paranoid behavior. The fox lifted his arm and touched his chin, slowly lifting his head back to look up at him.
"You can cry, Bonnie. I want you to. It'll make you feel better." He whispered to him again in a low voice rubbing his back.
The rabbit's cheeks turned red knowing that his wall had broken in front of him. But he was right, it finally felt so good to be with someone that made him feel safe and who cared about him. The tears that surfaced to his eyes slowly went down his face, matting down his purple fur and turning it darker as it got wet. You could never hide tears when your face was covered in fur.
His tears slipped off his face and slowly dipped down onto Foxy's chest, lightly matting down his fur wherever the droplets touched. Bonnie's face seared in embarrassment as he realized he was in his house, sitting on his lap while he was in sweatpants or something. He got off, sitting beside him as he hugged his knees. The purple on his face didn't help to hide his blush.
"So…you fell asleep at the bar. Or, at least I think you did. Maybe you fainted?" he asked, nudging Bonnie's shoulder lightly with his own. "What were you doing out anyway?"
It took him a while to think back what he was doing before he blacked out and his eyes widened in fear.
"Shit, shit. What time is it?" he asked, standing up immediately.
"It's pretty late, 3am, I think." He said and stood up, getting closer to him. "Shit, do you need to be back? Fuck! Is that why you had a gun?" he jogged to the kitchen and came back, handing Bonnie his Berretta. The rabbit snatched the gun and placed it back in his pants, putting his vest over it to hide it.
"Fuck…" he whispered, making sure he had everything. "Foxy, please, whatever you do. Just, don't come after me. I'm begging you, no matter how you feel. Just don't come." Foxy stood there dumbfounded as the rabbit vanished from his house, sprinting out the front door and down the street. Foxy stood there, contemplating.
"Fucking hell." He growled, putting on a white shirt and dashing out the front door, trying to follow Bonnie.
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Bonnie skidded to a halt where the van was supposed to be parked. It wasn't there; the streets were surprisingly empty too. Shit, they probably thought he ran from them. He had no phone and no money. The only thing to do was probably run all the way to Riftpoint himself. He could come up with a dumb story, right?
He ran as fast as he could, ignoring anyone in his way and hopping over fallen obstacles trying to make it. Foxy was about a block away, looking around, he was sitting on his motorcycle to gain leverage on following the rabbit. He spotted a purple blur in the distance and didn't hesitate to run after it. This was his fault. He shouldn't have approached him, he shouldn't have brought him to his house and taken care of him.
Sorry to break your word, Bonnie… But this is my fault.
Bonnie's feet barely touched the ground; his heart beat a million times a minute as he wondered what they were going to do with him. As his mind buzzed with thousands of thoughts at a hundreds of miles per minute, he heard a harsh tire screech and a blaring horn.
A vehicle pulled up beside up, the van that he was desperately looking for. The passenger door opened and Tiny's figure was seen hanging out of the door with a crowbar in his hand. He smashed it down hard, missing Bonnie by a hare and had his weapon cause sparks against the sidewalk.
Bonnie skidded in his tracks to a halt.
"Wait! Stop!" he pleaded. The van immediately screeched to a stop and the two goons wasted no time in emerging. Joey's demented grin spread over his face as he twirled around his Colt.
"So, you finally had the balls to run from us, huh?" he said, causally pointing his gun to him.
"N-no! I lost my way. I couldn't find you guys! I was running back to camp!" his voice quivered as he held up his hands. Tiny lowered his weapon in confusion, but Joey stayed focused.
"Don't fuckin' matter! You cost us money! You wasted our time! I was sitting waiting for your dumbass for over an hour and the fucking police came after our asses! You know how many bodies we gotta fuckin' hide now? Ironclad will be all over our ass!"
Bonnie took a shaking step backward as Tiny raised his weapon.
"Please don't do this to me…" he whispered in fear. Tiny cracked his neck, coming closer to him with the crowbar raised over his head. He couldn't take it anymore, the scared rabbit inside his heart made him turn around to flee, but Joey was quicker. He aimed his Colt at Bonnie and aimed at his leg, firing the first bullet.
The bullet made impact, grazing his leg and giving him a painful slash that caused him to fall heavily on the ground. His hands covered the wound, trying so hard to not bawl in front of the two thugs in front of him. His leg bled through his fingers and he gritted his teeth, closing his eyes tight.
"Throw him in the back with the rest of the fuckers. Freddy will tell us what do to." The fox said, placing his Colt back in his pants and walked back to the driver's seat.
"Aw, come on! Why does Boss always get the first punch?" he sucked his teeth, grabbing Bonnie by his ears and tossed him into the van with the bloody bodies of two police officers they took down.
God, please save me. He prayed. Don't let me go to The Doctor. Please.
As the van took off, a motorcycle was right behind them.
