Walker's ribs ached as he leaned up from his bed. It was obvious that he got his ass kicked, all in the matter of several seconds too. If anything, he considered himself lucky that Skorge didn't find out who he was sooner or else it would be a different situation. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked at his scroll and saw a few messages from Roman and Neo which made him shake his head. To be honest, it was more enjoyable to hear from them than Ozpin at this point in time. They'd be arriving in the next hour or so and he wasn't really in the mood to do anything today. Besides, he was still metaphorically licking his wounds.
He groaned painfully and put on some fresh clothes before walking outside the room, waving at the nearest Gear when the greeted him. He went to the mess hall to get something to eat before going to the armory and saw the two international criminals stocking the weapons with a grin on their faces. It's been a while since he's actually seen them in person.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the big boss himself." Roman swung his cane.
"..." Walker nodded and went up to the weapon's locker, taking out a Hammerburst and inspecting it.
"No greeting, that's rude." Roman chided.
"I'm not in the mood, Torchwick." Walker sighed.
"Looks to me like you got your ass kicked." Roman poked Walker's side with his cane lightly, making the latter grip it and smack his arm with it.
"I did. We all did." Walker winced.
"Jeez, Taurus?" Roman questioned, he was actually curious as to what was able to kick his employer's ass.
"No, the edgy piece of filth and I haven't even met yet." Walker groaned as he sat down on a bench and lied down.
"Then what?" Neo typed and showed it to him.
"Skorge." Walker answered hatefully. Neither one of them missed the amount of venom he put into that name, like the mere thought invoked every single ounce of rage out of him.
"Sounds scary. Something we should be worried about?" Roman sat down.
"Tall, carries around a double edged chainsaw staff and is able to cut down anything in his path without a second thought, yeah... he's pretty scary as you would put it." Walker said in the same tone.
"Roman and I saw him in Vacuo at the start of the war." Neo typed.
"Lemme guess... killing the fighters, chaining people up, and taking them down into the tunnels?" He asked.
"... Yeah." Neo typed cautiously.
"Then it's the same shit he's been doing now." He said.
"Thought you were the type who wanted to save the world?" Roman quipped as he sat down on the bench and poked Walker's leg.
"Used to be, when I was younger. As I got older I started to realize not everyone can be saved, people die and that's it. The most we can do is mourn then move on." Walker said as he lightly kicked Roman.
"Most grown up thing I've heard you say." Roman chuckled as he lit up up a cigar.
"I'm twenty-one, going to be twenty-two soon. By the way, here." Walker groaned as he sat up and fished in his pocket and brought out two COG tags.
"Ain't this sweet, right Neo?" Roman said as he inspected the tag, earning an eager nod from his shorter companion.
"Has a tracking beacon imbedded in it. Just in case you're in deep shit, press it and we'll come get you." Walker said.
"Nearly brings a tear to my eye." Roman feigned and wiped away a fake tear.
"There are times I really regret not killing you." Walker sighed.
"There he is! The violent boss." Roman cheered, a silent cheer was given by the mute girl next to him. Walker just sighed and shook his head before standing up and picking up a file, flipping it open and looking at it.
"By the way, managed to dig some dirt up on one of Cinder's goons. Little shit known as Emerald, I'm sure you've met her before." Roman took a drag from his cigar.
"I have" Walker said.
"You're lucking you haven't met the little kicker shit yet. Word is that she's currently doing some shady dealing with a couple of White Fang. It might be good if you were to quote on quote, "Make an accident happen" for the smuggling deal." Roman said.
"I'll see what I can do." Walker said as he flipped through the file some more. It wouldn't happen for a few weeks since they were all still recovering, but this was good. He'd have to keep this under wraps though; the last thing he needed was for Mistral to screw him over. After inspecting a few of the weapons, he bid them farewell before going to the infirmary again for his daily check up. He was limited with his workout schedule at the moment and it would be like that for a few weeks. It also gave him a chance to check up on his injured Gears.
Each breath he took ignited a dull, throbbing sensation in his chest and he was lucky that none of his ribs had actually punctured his lungs, that's all he could say at this point. He got lucky, because he was. Sooner or later though, that luck would run out and he'd be in the ground or somewhere else. A sigh escaped his lips as he entered the medical wing of the base, waiting patiently for his name to be called before going to one of the rooms.
"How's it going, boss?" The Gear asked, instructing him to take off his shirt.
"In pain." He answered truthfully. He shivered slightly when the stethoscope made contact with his chest before going to another spot. His breathing seemed hitched a bit, but it wasn't anything serious. The rest of the check up went by smoothly, just several cuts and ugly bruises on his body, but nothing life threatening. Sometimes he wished it actually was though...
After several more minutes, he left the room and went to Cardin's opening it and seeing the auburn-haired boy awake, watching the news.
"You seeing this shit?" Cardin asked.
"Which part?" Walker asked.
"Supposedly some White Fang were rumored to try and coax the Grubs on their side." Cardin answered.
"It's going to get them killed. They're stupid for even thinking that the Locust can be coaxed in the first place." Walker shook his head. His eyes trailed down to the stump where the leg once was and the scar running across from the left side of his forehead, in between his eyebrows, and eventually ending near the bridge of his nose. That deep sense of regret was filling him and as much as he tried to get rid of it, it just stayed there.
"It ain't your fault." Cardin said, his eyes not leaving the TV.
"How?" Walker asked, staring at the screen also.
"Nobody knew that bastard was down there. We were going in blind also, so there was bound to be casualties. Stop blaming yourself for it all, there's nothing we could do." Cardin answered.
"But-" Walker tried.
"This is the one time I need you to listen, I mean it. You have to stop blaming yourself for every bump along the way, some things you can't control. Yeah, we fucked up. People got killed, injured, but you said these things happen in war." Cardin continued. He didn't need to see his brother's face to know he was feeling guilty. The people who had visited him the last few days told him about Walker, how he was slowly eroding away from the mixture of guilt and shame.
"..." Walker just clenched his fists tightly.
"I'm alive. Out of commission, sure, but alive nonetheless." Cardin tapped his stump.
"Still..." Walker trailed off.
"Quit blaming yourself, boss. Everyone's getting worried about you, okay? You've been through more shit than us, dealing with more shit than any of us combined. The least you could do is take care of yourself a bit." Cardin said.
"I'll try." Walker shrugged.
"You're family. You said it a long time ago, family looks out for one another." Cardin said.
A small chuckle escaped Walker's lips and soon Cardin found himself chuckling a bit. Both had a few laughs before being thrown into silence for a few minutes. It was nice to be honest; the people that annoyed him in the past, he soon found himself enjoying their company more often.
"Hey, that girl I mentioned earlier." Cardin said as he brought out two pictures and showed it to Walker.
"Pretty." Walker commented. It was an auburn haired girl, she looked at Cardin with absolute adoration when they took the picture. The second one had her kissing his cheek while he laughed.
"I want to impress her, you think I'll get a purple heart for this?" Cardin gestured to his stump.
"For sure. Just got to make sure we survive long enough to actually get them." Walker said.
"Don't plan on dying too soon. I really like her, you know?" Cardin asked.
"I'm sure." Walker nodded, then stood up.
"Heading out?" Cardin asked.
"Yeah. Paperwork, planning, getting ready for the next assignment, the works." Walker said.
"Don't stress yourself out too much. Plus, aren't you supposed to take it easy?" Cardin raised an eyebrow.
"When have I ever taken it easy, Winchester?" Walker asked.
"Fair point. I'm serious though, take it easy after this one." He said.
"I will, I'll see about getting your prosthetic. We'll start recovery when you're well enough." Walker said, watching as the auburn boy slump down.
"Great. Look forward to it." He sighed.
"Get used to it, can't tell your wife about the stories." Walker jabbed.
"She ain't my wife." Cardin picked up an object.
"Not yet." Walker said before closing the door when Cardin threw whatever was in his hand, his face burning. He hoped his talk got through to his boss, if not him then he hoped at least Belladonna could.
A couple of weeks went by and he was good enough to operate again. His ribs had healed, bruises were gone, and his mind felt more at ease now. Everyone noticed that he was taking things at a more relaxed pace now, not overworking himself so often. It seemed to perk them up a bit, but it was more of a façade on his part. He still felt like shit and that would continue to be the case for the time being.
He was in the more lucrative part of the city, where the cutthroats and prostitutes lied. Jaune and Ren were with him; Blake came along too, acting as their getaway driver just in case something went south. It was clear she was uncomfortable, but she forced it down; promising to keep an eye on him for everyone else. Sustrai had decided to rear her ugly face and helped steal one of his shipments, giving the weapons to the White Fang.
His helmet was left behind with Blake and he decided to put a two balaclava on. His brown eyes flickered between the patrons at the bar as he sat on one of the stools, waiting for the other two. A drink was slid towards him and he nodded to the bartender, sliding a few lien cards on the table and watching the man nod back. It was one of his contacts, the one who tipped him off about the shipment. He lifted up his mask and downed the drink, shuddering when the burning liquid slid down his throat and into his stomach.
Alcohol was never one of his favorite things. Granted, he had a drink before, but quickly spit it out when he was younger. His mom would have slapped him if she found out he was doing this. A buzz made him look down to see a message from Blake, indicating she was in the back of the bar with the car. He pocketed the device and waited patiently before hearing the stools next to him slid and two familiar people sit down. It was about time they showed up.
"About time you two showed up." He commented.
"We got caught up in some things." Ren answered.
"I bet. Blake's in the back with the car." Walker informed.
"Sure she's up for the job?" Jaune asked.
"She's already killed a couple more Fang, she's ready." Walker nodded.
"Why not any of the others?" Ren asked.
"Ruby's sick, Weiss and Yang are injured, and everyone else needs to relax." Walker answered.
"So you brought us?" Jaune asked.
"Could count on you two. Let's go though, we've wasted enough time." Walker stood up and walked towards the back. The other two followed him, ignoring the patrons going about their business before exiting out the back door. They saw Blake leaning on the car before waving at them. She wore a simple black tank top with black cargo pants.
"You're late." He commented, watching as she rolled her eyes.
"I've been here, stop lying. Maybe that big ass of yours was slowing you down." She jabbed.
"Not as big as yours. Everything in there?" He asked, ignoring as the other two snickered quietly.
"Whatever I could manage. Why was I the driver? You know how hard it is to get past the checkpoints without getting caught?" She asked.
"I'm sure you had to charm your way through." He said.
"I did, that guy was a creep. You're making this up to me, you know that right?" She asked, opening up the trunk and taking off the cover. There were countless weapons underneath and she tossed him a Lancer. He caught it and inspected it before she tossed the the other two a weapon.
"I'll treat you to dinner." He waved.
"You better." She pointed, before grabbing a Snub and closing the trunk and getting back in the car. The three of them looked both ways before quickly crossing the street and into the opposite alley. The night was quiet and the only sound was the faint chatter of an individual or two.
"Hey, Walker, you worried about the police?" Jaune asked.
"Paid the chief off. We got fifteen to twenty minutes operate. Blake will pick us up at the rally point and from there on out, we leave." He answered.
"How'd you manage that?" Ren asked.
"Money talks, and that rat bastard is all about money. He doesn't know it's me though. Once we get in, we grab Sustrai then head out. I'm tired of the city, smells like piss and sex." Walker grimaced.
"How do you know what sex smells like?" Jaune asked cheekily.
"Can smell it on you and Pyrrha." Walker retorted, making the blonde shut up with a burning red face.
"Prick..." He muttered.
"Heads up, we're coming up on the apartment." Walker pointed out. All three of them lowered themselves as they quietly entered the backyard, stacking up behind the door and peeking inside. There were White Fang at the table while Emerald was nearby, looking rather disgusted with her current situation. Walker looked back and nodded at Jaune before listening the angry bark of the Gnasher. The glass shattered and the first White Fang found himself thrown against the table, blood leaking from the many holes in his body.
Ren fired the Gorgon pistol inside and killed a few before the rest had the common sense to take cover. Walker quickly rushed inside, firing into the flipped over table and killing two on the other side. He spun around into the hallway and fired at the ones inside, killing them quickly while Jaune and Ren headed inside. His eyes caught sight of Emerald narrow her eyes before darting upstairs. Sudden movement to his left made him look to see a White Fang firing from the bathroom and he charged at the door. His hand yanked the terrorist's head through the crack of the door and he slammed it against the frame. The roar of the chainsaw was heard and he viciously removed the man's head from his shoulders.
Blood sprayed against the area and he quickly headed towards the stairs, rounding the corner and heading up them. The other two followed him shortly after they were done and they looked around. They spotted an open window and jumped out of it, onto the roof. Emerald was in the distance and each one narrowed their eyes. A White Fang rounded the corner and aimed a Snub at Walker, making him grip their arm before slamming his left forearm against the bottom of their right elbow.
A sickening snap was heard and he ignored their cry of agony before he ripped the pistol from their hand and aimed it at their chin, pulling the trigger shortly after. Blood splattered against the roof and he dove to the right in a glass room. He took cover behind a couch as White Fang fired into the room, shattering the glass while he kept his head down. Jaune and Ren fired at the White Fang above and managed to kill a few of them, causing their bodies to veer over the edge and fall. Walker gained enough leverage to kill the remaining three that were above.
They quickly ran towards the wall, planting their feet on it and boosting themselves up. More White Fang shielded Emerald and got in their way as they watched her slide down the slanted roof of the building and towards the one across from it. Walker clicked his tongue in annoyance before shooting a White Fang three times. Another one rushed up to him but he slammed his Lancer against their face and gripped their shoulder, flipping them around and using them as a meat shield. Bullets impacted them and they screamed in agony while he fired into the remaining White Fang.
Each shot impacted their skull and he felt the meat shield slump down, making him throw them to the side. He watched as Emerald run towards the edge of a building and skid to a stop when she peered over, whirling around and narrowing her eyes. She reached behind her back and brandished her weapons, aiming it at the three of them before she fell over when he fired a shot into her leg. A scream tore from her throat and she swung at them, making him duck underneath it while Jaune gripped the chain, wrenching one of the guns from her hand.
Just before she could fire her other weapon, Ren shot her arm and the weapon as well. It skid from her hand and onto the rooftop while she just scooted back from the three as they drew closer.
"Since when did you all do things like this?!" She questioned.
"Since you fucking rats kept stealing my shipments." Walker answered as he slammed his fist into her jaw.
"You have rules!" She said.
"Rules have changed. I'm only going to ask this once, Sustrai… where are my damn containers?" He knelt near her.
"I don't know, the White Fang did something with them after I delivered it to them." She winced.
"Get her talking." He ordered to Jaune while he made a call. A small noise met his ears and he looked to the side to see an injured White Fang, making him sigh and drag them over to the edge. He made sure to get Emerald's attention as he threw the member off of the roof, watching as their body plummeted and slammed against the concrete violently. A rather large splat was heard as he stared at the corpse below, before turning to look at her once more.
"I'm not messing around, thief. Where... are... my... containers?" He asked calmly.
"Fine... the White Fang have them at a tarmac in some undisclosed location." She answered.
"You seem awfully eager to talk." He raised an eyebrow.
"If you don't kill me, then Cinder or the White Fang will." She spat.
"Elaborate." He crossed his arms.
"I was loyal to Cinder because I had nowhere else to go and I thought it could get me ahead in life. I didn't sign up to end humanity with whatever these scaly things are." She said.
"The fuck are you talking about?" Jaune suddenly questioned.
"The White Fang are trying to get onto the Locusts' side, get real cozy with them. It's why we kept stealing your shipments, supplying them with shit and in turn they try to get cozy with the scaly bastards." She answered.
"You all are feeding them and giving them weapons. You're effectively pushing humanity and faunus-kind to extinction." Walker said.
"Why do you think I made myself known? This is my last heist on your stuff before I either got killed or captured. I'm done with everything; the theft, senseless killing, the horrors, everything." She sighed.
"So what, you think this is some form of redemption?" He asked.
"No, you said pick a side years ago and turn a new leaf. I'd rather pick your side than be with Cinder and her merry band of genocidal maniacs." She said.
"What makes you think I want you on my side, because I don't. The most I would do is extract any information from you before killing you." He said.
"Might as well do it then while we still have time." She commented. The four of them heard sirens in the distance and he cursed underneath his breath before ordering them to pick her up. He hated her, but he needed the information. Plus, she didn't seem too scared at dying by his hand; she seemed more tired than anything. He wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth though, he'd take anything he could get at this point. A sigh escaped his lips as he picked up the scroll and called Ozpin. He really didn't want to do this with the old wizard.
"Explain to me why she's with us?" Blake asked as she drove the car. She looked in the rearview mirror to see Emerald staring out of the window.
"Information, we need everything we can get at this point." He answered as he put his helmet on and rotated his neck a bit.
"You're bleeding." She said, reaching into the console to grab a set of bandages.
"It's glass, nothing serious." He said.
"Still, patch yourself up." She said.
"I'll do it later." He dismissed.
"I will stop this car, Walker." She threatened.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't. I want to get back and get some sleep." He said. She narrowed her eyes and began to slow the car down, making him look at her tiredly. The car came to a stop on the side of the road and she just stared at him for a minute. All he did was shake his head and dress his wounds, bickering back and forth with her when she said something.
"You two are perfect for each other." Emerald commented, not bothering to take her eyes from the window.
"Shut the fuck up." Both of them responded in unison. Jaune and Ren just stayed silent as they watched Blake bicker with Walker some more. Both of them noticed how much she had changed a bit since they first met her. As opposed to that quiet, collected, and blunt girl; she became somewhat jaded, sarcastic, and at times bloodthirsty. She was more open, but she still retained her root features. That wasn't to say that she was rude, because she wasn't. She was a joy to be around when she was comfortable with people that she knew; yet she was polite to new people.
She just didn't filter her words nor give a shit anymore. While she did speak for rights, she wasn't shoving her ideals in other people's faces anymore; instead, chose to respect their choice and live around it.
"Aren't you Taurus' lover?" Emerald asked Blake.
"Ew, no. He was more of a teacher than anything." Blake looked absolutely disgusted with such a statement.
"Figured you were since he was always talking about you during meetings." Emerald said.
"Let me guess, I'm a traitor and he's going to make me suffer?" She rolled her eyes.
"Pretty much." Emerald laughed quietly.
"Then it's the same old stuff. I can't wait to put him down." Blake muttered underneath her breath. She turned when she heard Walker snort in amusement while he flashed her a thumbs up.
"Thought of a way to kill him?" He asked.
"No, not yet." She seethed.
"You want some ideas?" He suggested.
"Please, and let me mull them over." She sighed.
"Alright." He chuckled. The other three in the car went silent as they listened to him give Blake ideas on how to kill Adam; ranging from a quick death to outright torturing the man to death. They noticed she was leaning more towards the latter and pretty soon, the car was oozing with bloodlust from the two individuals. They had grown used to Walker's bloodlust, but this was on another level. It didn't help that Blake was throwing in her own ideas and improving upon his. A laugh was heard from the two before they went silent.
"Feel better?" He asked.
"A lot, thanks." She smiled, before an embarrassed blush crept up on her face when she looked into the rearview mirror to see the three looking at her. It felt like steam could erupt from both sets of ears as she pulled over to the side of the road and switched with him. They noticed he drove a bit faster than her and she just rolled down the window and stuck her arm out. The tropical-like air filled her lungs and she breathed out in relief. Pretty soon he rolled down his window and let the air in.
It was calming in a sense... at least this messy mission could be considered a success.
He collapsed in his bed the moment he got back, haphazardly throwing his helmet on the dresser before sleeping. It felt good to finally sleep like this; his muscles relaxing and breathing steady while not having nightmares for once. He'd give the kids a call later and check up on them, it had been a while since he's done so.
Emerald was dropped off and was effectively out of his hands now. She wasn't much of his problem anymore and more of Ozpin's. He'd let the wizard work his metaphorical magic and get her talking. The most he wanted to know was where his shipments were and anything about the Locusts. The alarm on his scroll rang out after a few hours and he stretched a bit before shutting it off.
There was a knock on his door and he sighed before putting on his helmet and rotating his head. A crack made him shudder at the sound before he stood up and opened up the door. Blake raised an eyebrow and moved to the side, sitting on his bed and opening up her book.
"Could have at least asked first." He commented.
"You would have let me anyways." She retorted.
"What brings you here?" He asked.
"Everyone's being too loud. Not to mention, there was a fight that broke out." She answered.
"Between who?" He asked.
"Some of the Mistral units and Gears. Jaune handled it though." She turned the page.
"Take it they're mad at me?" He guessed.
"Pretty much. I wouldn't get too mad about it though. A lot of the other Gears stepped in before things could get out of hand." She said.
"Good." He sighed.
"Mhmm." She hummed. The two were thrown into silence as he just sat down on the ground and leaned against the bed, closing his eyes and just relaxing. She kept on reading her book, stopping after a few chapters before setting it on the nightstand and staring at the ceiling. Neither one wanted to talk at the moment and they couldn't do anything but enjoy the atmosphere. He kind of wished they were back at home, simply enjoying it before getting deployed to the next location.
The Gears that had fallen were mourned and their families notified. It wasn't a pleasant sight to see their family members break down crying when hearing about their loved one's fate. His tears were dry now and he couldn't seem to muster up any more. Some told him to leave while others told him to stay, a mixed baggage in some cases. He understood them though; it wasn't easy to hear or experience.
Was this how Ajay and his grandfather felt when they heard he wasn't coming home?
Their brother/grandson was gone suddenly and not a single person was able to locate him. Well, he really was good at hurting the people he either swore to protect or cared about. He sometimes wondered what Kelly, Amelia, and Fred felt when their younger member suddenly went missing. The bitter side of him thought they would just mourn for a bit then move on like nothing happened. Although, he knew better. They were hurting inside and would do their best to cope with another loss.
He didn't know how he was going to leave Remnant though. Despite it's technology, they haven't even broken orbit yet nor dove into the interplanetary travel topic. Would he have to die again? Have his spine crushed then blown up like some sick piece of confetti like the last time? He didn't know anymore. Everything was either a series of chaotic events or a serious clusterfuck.
His scroll was brought out and he started looking at the houses in New Hope. A nice two story house with a decent sized yard, four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and two car garage with a basement. The driveway would be a pain to shovel in the winter, but it wasn't anything a snow blower couldn't handle. The total would be a little over a hundred thousand lien, but he got a discount.
"Oh, buying a house?" She asked.
"No, I'm buying breakfast." He rolled his eyes.
"I thought a small apartment would do you better." She guessed.
"I'd actually go crazy. Plus, I've always wanted a house to at least call home." He said.
"You don't consider the base your home?" She asked.
"More like a second home. This is just meant for me to just be me. No worries about the Locust, White Fang, or Ozpin's bullshit. I kind of just want a place to lie low and relax for a bit when I'm off duty." He said.
"You still going to invite us all over or just be a shrewd there?" She quipped.
"Ouch, my heart." He clutched his chest before sighing, "That's the plan anyways. What about you? Any plans in where you're going to live?" He asked.
"Saw a nice little apartment downtown in New Hope. It's nothing special, just a one bedroom and bathroom." She answered.
"Simple, nothing wrong with that." He nodded.
"I would hope so." She agreed.
"Heh, look at us. Talking about getting our own place, makes me feel old." He chuckled.
"Can't stay with our relatives for too long." She said.
"Yeah..." He said quietly. A flash of guilt washed over her face, but he merely waved his hand. It didn't bother him too much anymore, that he technically was the only Seran on Remnant. Even Nash's presence would be a welcoming sight at this point in time.
"Why are you shuffling around so much?" She asked.
"My ass hurts from sitting on the floor for so long." He said.
"Who's fault is that?" She asked.
"Scoot." He gestured and flopped on the bed. His body was close to the wall and he sighed a bit while she just picked up her book and lied horizontally across his chest. The steady rising and falling of his chest made her sigh in relief. It was calming in a sense. The window was open and a gentle breeze entered the room. Her ears flicked a few times and she eventually closed her eyes.
The two of them eventually fell asleep. Neither one having a single nightmare and held blissful dreams for once.
You know, I haven't even brushed up on this story in a very long time. I mean... the later chapters are better but the earlier ones really show how cringe it actually was to be honest. A part of me wants to finish it then rewrite it, but a part of me wants to start a rewrite now. I don't know anymore, might just finish it then do the rewrite like I said before. Extremely short chapter, but it's better than nothing to be honest. I'd rather pump something out for you guys to somewhat enjoy rather then waiting for god knows how long.
Cyan-Snake: I'm glad you read one chapter then ditched the story. Cool beans, now get off my fucking back. I literally wrote this when I first started writing and fell into that annoying trope. I'm fucking sorry this story isn't up to your standards like your favorite Harry Potter and Worm crossover. God-fucking-damn, it's like I understand not everyone enjoys a story and it has it's ups and downs, but fuck.
Stay the fuck away if you don't like it, no skin off my back. I'm not going to bust my balls because you felt like being a prick.
To the people who at least somewhat enjoy this, thank you. I mean it from the bottom of my heart. Goodbye, you guys.