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Fresh wasn’t particularly please about their current situation, being stuck in a Mafiatale AU cause those Star Sanses caught them trying to possess someone---- so what? It’s how they function, it was either that guy or them.
Now they got this stupid cuff stuck on their wrist, the metal was almost infused into their bone. Piece of junk limited most of their magic; summoning weapons, spawning random everyday objects from their pockets--- heck even including their ability to teleport.
Hence why they’re here in this drudge up city, colorful attire sticking out like a sore thumb, mind the bits of dirt spots that stained their clothes.
Yet very few pay mind to them on the passing street, Fresh smirked as they passed by a random stranger coming up their way, gently brushing shoulders but nothing out of the ordinary.
Fresh turned heel into the nearest alleyway and waited for a brief moment before pullingout from under their sleeve the stranger’s wallet. However, upon opening it, they frowned at the lack of money in it, just a few bills and pennies.
“Geez, is dis da Great Depression AU?” they click their tongue, taking the money anyway and then tossing the wallet aside, “unreal”
There had been a few times Fresh’s pickpocketing got them lucky enough to survive a couple of days but lately it seems they’re barely scrapping enough to get by, they could summon some 90s snacks to fend off some hunger but they can’t risk using it now, they need to save up on what little magic they had in case things go sideways, Fresh wasn’t naeive tp the gangs and thugs that litter this city.
Slipping out of the alleyway, sort of attempting to blend into the crowd, keeping their head low. Little did Fresh know that a black car observed them from the road, starting the engine and slowly rolling as Fresh moved.
Eyes under the sunglasses scanned other potential victims, they pass by a window of a flower shop and saw in the reflection of the window a black car rolling behind them, way to too slow for their liking.
Not wanting to take any chances, Fresh turn into a roadless street, hoping to lose the car’s sighting.
What they weren’t expecting was the sounds of doors opening.
Upon that sound they bolted, moving through the crows as fast as they could, Fresh weaved and dodge people as they heard the sound of footsteps running towards them, they only glanced back briefly, seeing the outline of monster men running after them. Fresh was certain that whatever they were holding in their pockets wasn’t a welcoming gift.
The problem was that they stuck out in the crowd, what they needed was to lose their track. Moving through the thicket of people, they ducked into an alleyway and kept haste, ankles beginning to ache from skating on uneven ground.
Fresh only stopped after what seemed like hours of running, their ribs aching from their hitched breathing.
However, they could only gather themselves for a brief moment before they heard the rushing footsteps of those monsters coming down one of the corners, amidst the panic, Fresh bolted, trying to take a hard corner only to nearly run right into the big bloke, they only noticed that the monster was a skeleton with a large crack on his skull before they turn heel and fled only to get the other way blocked off by two other gang rookies.
This was not good, Fresh was very much trapped. A low snarl escapes their mouth as the men closed in around them.
Snapping their fingers behind their back, hoping to teleport out but it seems like that stupid restrictor stuck on them was working---- this wasn’t looking good for them.
An almost animalistic anxiety rise through their body, hunching over their body to try and appear scary which was proving to be pointless. One of the men seemed to pick up what they were trying to do and grabbed their wrist.
And all hell broke loose.
Fresh reacted by snapping their head and sinking their teeth into the gang member’s arm, a loud crack could be heard before the other two jumped in. Bone marrow stuck to their teeth as thrashed against their attackers, their hands lacked sharp nails but it still was strong enough to tear into clothes, buttons and fabric flying about.
But they couldn’t fend off for long especially when the larger one rushed Fresh, slamming their head into the brick wall, a crack rung out in their head as the world spun out in their vision. Then a burlap bag was thrown over their head, darkness surrounds their vision as they are thrown over one of the member’s shoulders and dragged off, they fuzzed and struggled in the monster’s grasp, high on adrenaline but that wouldn’t last long.
It wane and wore them down as they were tossed into the car, smacking their aching skull onto the other door, knocking them out further, if this was the way they were going then man……they should have picked Underswap to die in. Fresh faded in and out of conscious unsure what fate they had.
The car drove for what seem like hours, perhaps on the other side of the city. It wasn’t long before the car suddenly stops and Fresh is yanked out, snapping them out of their daze, still with the bag over their head, they were shoved into a building, their footsteps echoing through where ever they were.
“Stay here” a gruff voice ordered them and under the bag they rolled their eyes.
“Can’t believe boss wants this whimp” another voice chimes in.
“You know better than to question him” another replied.
Those voices seem familiar but Fresh’s head hurt too much to try and figure that out. The bag was lifted off their head, the darkness of this warehouse was hard on their eyes but it adjusted well enough to get a good look at their kidnappers. Through their cracked glasses their eyes widen slightly at familiar sight, no wonder why Fresh knew their voices were so familiar.
Dust, Killer and Horror loomed over them---- though it seems to be this AU version of them as they were dressed up in mafia style outfits and the voices had a strange accent to them.
Maybe it was magic loss but fresh couldn’t help but laugh which got the Killer version all riled up.
“what’s so funny?!”
Fresh, in their weird outfit and funny accent replied, “y’all look so naff”
“naff!? Have ya looked in the mirror!?” he retorted and threw a punch at Fresh’s face, shutting them up as they choked back on some bleeding magic.
If these folk were talking about their boss then maybe Fresh was being introduced to this AU’s version of Nightmare, they’d laugh about that but they rather not get punched again.
“Boys…that’s no way to treat a guest” a voice echos in the darkness causing the rooks to stiffen up, seemly panic.
Fresh looks over to a large patch of shadow, bracing themselves as the footsteps approached them, a figure much much larger and taller than all the other skeletons walked in. Fresh watched with baited breath as their eyes met red glowing eyes traced with blue tear marks on his black bones.
Fresh’s mouth led agape, “Error…?”