Just some random un-edited/not fixed drabbles that i will be throwing here. That will maybe one day get turned into longer stories or fanfics.
not sure if anyone is even interested in madmax stuff anymore but i know i am lol
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It had been a boring and long morning so far. Was starting to get hot.
Stank walked next to Mace as he was going down below to get some stuff from.the merchant and looked over to the Outcriers area of gastown and smiled a bit. "Mace get into the trophy cage infront of the Outcriers."
Mace looked confused as she walked next to Stank through gas town and looked over. "What, No why?"
With a swift movement the male pointed his knife at her. "Now now Maceyyy~ Listen."
She stared at him still in confusion and went to grab the knife from him but he had gotten behind her before she could even reach out to grab the knife, Stank grabbed one of her arms and pinned it to her back and started walking. She struggled a bit. "Hey! Come on, why?! I don't want to go in there.."
"You are to slow to be even attempting to grab my blades. I probably should have let you tho~" he giggled and walked her over and threw her in before shutting it and locking it. He cackled while walking away.
Mace sat there and blinked watching him. "If I get out of this cage your head is gunna be under my damn boot!" She yelled at him and looked around. "Can I at least.. maybe get some water?" She mumbled to herself. Stankgum being long out of sight now.
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A little while later.
Outcrier: "Well, well~ If it isn't the crazy shedevil herself trapped in a cage. Stank said he had a prize and he wasn't wrong. A lot of People will be lining up to join the race's for someone like you.~"
Mace spit at him. "Stank just wants to race and kill some people. I'd be surprised if he lost with that Big boy of a truck hes got." She folded her arms sitting on the dirty floor of the cage.
Scrotus happens to be walking the lower levels and stops a few feet from the cage and stares. "Mace? What is going on here?"
Mace sighed. "Stank gum being an ass of course." She moved her hand around and sat back using her arms to hold her weight up.
Scrotus raised an eyebrow and smirked. "He plans to use you for the race's prize?" He hummed thinking about it. "You are something sought after. A Full-Life, A female, possibly fertile, and an O blood donor. You are just very aggressive."
Mace scoffed. "Do I look that aggressive to you?" She questioned the brute outside the cage as she was comfortably laying on the floor now of the cage just chilling out now. She was scared of scrotus to some extent. But she has been around him just enough to know when he is not in a good mood to be messed with and vice versa.
Scrotus shifted his weight moving a little closer tapping the top of the cage with his palm. Which made Mace jump slightly at the noise. "Not right now, but you go feral on anyone who so much as looks at you wrong. Or touches you without permission. But right now, Your a mouse in a trap."
Mace let out a 'Hah' and looked at him. "Just got to make sure the war boys knows whose boss when stank or you isn't around. Cold eyes help wonders with looking angry all the time."
Scrotus looked around while talking before moving his attention back to her. "Well you do have a reputation for taking out the Top dogs when they are not working out. If I was a warboy, I'd be scared and in Awe but i am not. You are just another warboy you are climbing the ranks."
The Outcriers whistled softly listening. "Damn, Mace you got to be nicer no wonder stank threw you in here he wants you to murder the winner." He chuckled.
Scrotus looked at him and chuckled a bit and looked back down at her. "Maybe i will have stank purposely lose so you can fight the winner." He grinned a bit. "You are fun to watch when you fight."
As the Outcrier smiled as well. "So then it is on?~ we can call for a race?~" he smiled wider.
Mace just stared at them and squinted and bit angrily.
