TW: Mentions of graphic violence and violent imagery.
Scary Day likes scaring people. It's literally in the name.
Which is why he's arrived much MUCH earlier to the training room when it was his turn to spar with you. It was still dark outside. So dark you can still see the stars. Or perhaps those are not stars but air pollution being casted by lights from the different lampposts.
That day when he first saw you, he didn't recognize you. Your face was full and your skin was more vibrant, going on your day as chipper as a hummingbird. Perfect victim to crash into, in his mind.
However, as soon as he turned around and recognized you his heart dropped.
Which wasn't right. At all.
Scary day wasn't supposed to be scared, that was his job. He loved the expression of some bastard who just realized he was fucked over. The crying, the screaming - It was intoxicating.
He was panicking. He wasn't supposed to touch this one, this was Great Days little cardinal.
Maybe, if he would be merciful he would only torture him for a week, he kid himself.
Great Day is going to be pissed.
He spoke to you. He can't even recognize what through his panic, but whatever it was didn't help because you sat there and continued to stare holes into him.
He drove away on his motorcycle, with his tail between his legs like a fucking coward. Hands gripping the handles in both anger and fear of you.
If this was any person, he would have sliced your neck without a second glance. If this was any person he wouldn't be approaching the stupid Barbie doll dream house bakery ahead of him.
He explained the situation to the pink one, gripping and ungripping his hand. He needed to hold a gun, a knife. Or squeeze someone's head until theirs eyes popped up or something. Like those satisfying slime videos.
The pink one chuckled as he wrote something down on the paper. "Give this to them later" he instructed.
As he took the paper in his calloused hands, a soft hand gripped his shoulder. "You owe me one" he whispered. Scary Day clenched the paper.
His mind was racing making intricate and detailed gory scenarios. He can't exactly lay a finger on you, but a guy can dream.
When he heard soft footsteps approaching, he sneered to himself. It's bird hunting season.
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