Note: Dun dun dun! (You'll see what I mean at the end of the chapter)
"You guys are underage drug dealers." Adorable Death stated plainly to Crazy 8 the next week. After returning the bag with the white substance, Adorable Death repeatedly refused to aid the gang, instead choosing to work out a way to expose them. She still had a bit of money left from the counter guy, and feeling guilty, vowed only to buy from them, as a return of the money. She had no other real option unless she was to beg on the streets and she sure as hell wasn't going to do that unless she was super desperate. Either way, Crazy 8 finally had Boom Monkey drag her down to the warehouse where she was now.
Huh. How fast time went.
Crazy 8 frowned. "Aw, don't ruin the fun though! Isn't anyone underage nowadays?" She was still sitting on the makeshift throne, and now Boner Cat was happily playing with a ball of string in the background.
"That doesn't make a difference." Death retorted. "By the way, who decides the frickin' names around here?!"
"I do, sweetheart." Crazy 8 purred. "But don't you like it? You are so adorable!" She leaned down to poke Death's cheek. Death flinched away and Crazy 8 frowned.
"No." Death sighed. "Adorable is a horrible nickname."
"That's why it's Adorable Death, see?" Crazy 8 smiled. "Death! What a not-so-adorable concept!"
"...Until you put adorable before it." Death muttered. "Just call me Death, like the others do."
"I like Adorable Death." Crazy 8 decided.
"Whatever." Death turned around, but Boom Monkey stopped her.
"Don't." she whispered. "Otherwise she gets scary." Death wasn't sure what was so scary, but for her sister she decided to wait.
"So you won't leak us, darling?" Crazy 8 called out. "Otherwise I won't be happy, and then Red Hood won't be happy, which means…" She paused a bit. "You could no longer exist, and we wouldn't want that, would we?"
Death frowned. Boom Monkey clung on to her now, whimpering a bit. "Well then. I guess I'll be on my way again." She made no response to the assumed threat, instead gently prying Boom Monkey off and walking out. She ignored the perplexed looks of David and Fanboy, today's assumed 'guards' and walked back to her alley, now equipped with a tent, flashlight, sleeping bag and other essentials. She felt someone watching her, although when she looked back all she saw was shadows. As she stepped into the tent, she heard a whoosh and turned in time to see a black cape, not unlike Fanboy's. Unsure, Death just shrugged and went back to planning exposing Hamster Pants… which in a way was just plain awkward to say.
Note: (Now do you see? Hehehehehe- I need to do something with my life)