"Please... Don't do this" the man begged for his life as he was literally backed into a corner, bleeding through his mouth and having his left leg broken, all he was able to do was crawl to the dead end as the aggressor tore through the rest of the mansion's security. Moving in a way like he knew what was going to happen before hand, like a fucking animalistic instinct of survival that just made his body naturally move out of the way of anything that would kill him.
"I have money! Friends in great noble families! Just make your price!" He tried to make a deal with the figure as it walked slowly to him, dragging around the body of another man who was dead. It was being dragged by an axe impaled through its head that was stuck in it, the assailant was silent the whole time as the man cowered. He finally removed the axe as he got close to the cowardly man and processed to stare at him in silence as if choosing what to do with him, all the while his victim stares at a bloody decapitated head of a Filolian that had been turned into a mask, it's eyes seemed like an abyss of dark dread
"I'm... I'm a good man, I surrender. Just don't kill me" the man begged one final time as the masked individual seems to twitch his head before violently raising the axe and slashing repeatedly the poor man until his skull, and in fact his whole head, had been split into two. Stoping as he began moving to the exit of the mansion, tired and with a few bruises
"Aren't you forgetting something?" A voice asked him as he stopped in his tracks, going out into the attic to see various demi humans cowering in fear as they heard the whole thing. As the masked assailant approached one of the children cower in fear of his appearance, he stopped and stayed in silence before unwrapping a paper to them to see as it read 'go somewhere safe, take whatever you can, the dead can't harm you' before he throws it to the ground and leaves.
Making his way to the front door, there is another three figures waiting for him. Three people, one was a woman in casual clothing wearing a horse mask, a man in an fancy suit with a owl mask and someone who looked exactly like you using a chicken mask.
"Good job, one less slave buying asshole walking. You deserve some rest, go get a drink or a bite and get some sleep" he talked to you as the ringing of a phone is deafening to your ears, but your reaction falls to the wind and is met with nothing
"We'll call you next time" as he said that everything fades into static, deafening and blinding static in a distorted dream of neon lights.
[Author's notes]
Can someone please make a Hotline Miami fanfic with Shield hero? I love the aesthetic of the game but don't know enough to write something more than surface level. In here I envisioned jacket as someone in the world of shield hero as he doesn't fit any of the weapons, maybe the bow or spear but those feel like a stretch, he could also just have been isekaid after the bullet on his head