Cold Hands

To dissapear

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(07/09/2020)
Toast's POV

Michael was... peculiar. Very.

If he hadn't met Corpse beforehand he might've been shocked at how young he looked. His initial shock at Rae's mention of Corpse's age being nineteen had diluted as he saw that Corpse wasn't an isolated case within the Family. He seemed around the same age as Kjellberg's underboss, but not nearly as terrifying. To be fair, though, most nineteen year olds weren't supposed to be scary.

Corpse hadn't been that tall, but he'd been a good three inches past Toast's stature and at least seven over Michael's.

The acne and squeaky voice probably added to Michael's young appearance, but Toast was almost certain the younger boy hadn't reached twenty. In any case, not enough age at all to be part of an organization such as Kjellberg.

He was working with barely legal adults who'd probably been in business way longer than Toast would've ever dared phantom. Oh, god.

A few curse words circulated through his brain, all directed at Pewdiepie and his tendency to hire fucking children.

It was obvious the Don knew what he was doing, but at what cost? Did he not care for the people under him? How could he have so many minors taking part in full-blown Mafia operations?

And they weren't even small parts, they were key pieces in Kjellberg's board.

From what Rae had told him, Michael was a capo, had been for a few years. That meant he must've been a part of the Family for at least five years, in order to gain sufficient experience and trust from the bigger charges. Damn.

Just with that, he could probably file a case against Kjellberg for child exploitation and violation of legal rights. It'd never get picked up, though. Not a chance with how vast the Family's influence spread.

These were brainwashed kids, trained from way too young to plot, to strategize, to kill. A shiver went down Toast's back. This part of Kjellberg's dynamics hadn't been the main focus of his department back at the police station, but it seemed like way too much had escaped the grasp of their knowledge.

What would Michael be right now if he weren't a part of Kjellberg? What would Corpse? Would they be better people? Were they bad people at the moment, anyway? How far did their actions within the mafia affect their morals as people? Did they even have morals?-

"Hey! Buddy!"

Fingers snapping a mere inch away from his face forced him to abandon his train of thought. Michael was trying to get his attention, while Rae raised an eyebrow knowingly, probably aware of how over saturated Toast's brain was.

"Sorry, I zoned out there for a sec." he apologized lamely.

"What's the point of me doing a tour of our headquarters and explaining how shit works if you don't listen?"

Toast looked down as Michael analyzed him from over the rim of his glasses. He could guess the kid was pretty overactive and that would eventually become a pain in the ass, but there was no denying he wasn't dumb. He seemed brilliant, actually.

Should he be worried? Would some fucking teenager be the cause of the entire operation failing? Would he see through Toast's act? Had he already?

He'd known that to be as successful as they were, Kjellberg had to have some pretty smart people, but he was starting to get overwhelmed. Maybe he was being irrational. Maybe it was the nerves.