Could care less (DSaf AU)

A day to remember

Warning
Slight language
Violence
Mentions of suicide/self harm
Three Karens

No POV
2 days had passed, 10 kids missing ever since Jack arrived. A few regulars noticed and got suspicious of him. Maybe the 3 women overreacted to such a coincidence, however, they made a plan. Other than that, the two broken men leveled up from acquaintances to newly found friends. This wouldn't save the orange man from the week of being yelled at, hit and scars that weren't from a stray animal. Listen, Jack had been suicidal ever since both his siblings died. He had some nearly faded cuts on his wrists to prove it. He was always sensitive even before those events, violence whether it be mental or physical made Jack be triggered into feeling like he wasn't good enough for days, weeks or months. Rarely years. "Hey, Dave." He asked as he walked in on his purple co-worker putting the bunny suit on, "Can you tell Scott I'm stepping out for a bit? I feel a little dizzy, Matt hit me with another pillow case full of live chickens." "Again? That's the fourth time this week and it's only Wednesday!" Dave replied, Matt was bothersome enough without hitting his friend with chickens multiple times in a day. He promised that he would cover for Jack for an hour and that's all, "Good enough." He mumbled. The tantrums of toddlers did not help the throbbing pain as he walked out the front door and into an alley. This was his peaceful spot, nobody besides him came back here. Well, other than the angry women approaching the orange man.

Jack's POV
My head hurts like it just got struck by lightning twice, but hey, at least outside is quiet. But there are quick foot steps coming my way, they sound like high heels... Too late to figure it out now for a middle aged woman in mom jeans has grabbed me by the hair. Great, first Dave and now a costumer thinking that I'm hiding out? "Why are you here, murderer? You don't belong ANYWHERE near MY angels." She spat, her breath smelled like sewage. Don't ask how I know what it smells like. "Ma'am, I've never touched any child other than my family members. Please, leave me be. I have a head ache." Mixing the truth with a lie is a great way to make stuff sound realistic, however, they weren't buying it. "That is a LIE! I bet you slaughter everything in your path." One of them said. "Damn," I thought, "They're on to me." Maybe taking my time to think wasn't a good idea, due to the fact the next thing I saw was black.

My eyes and nose burned almost as bad as my head, one of the women started freaking out and running away while the others did the same. I didn't have the energy to even sit up, it was like all of it was drained when the blow hit. So I lay there, trying not to make the pain worse. The burning in my eyes are just tears- Well that's new. They're sticky and as black as the void. It felt like hours had passed but in reality, it was just the right amount of time for Dave to come look for me.

No POV
"Where is he?" Dave thought, tapping his foot impatiently. Usually he wasn't like this, the few years that he lived in the city have taught him to wait. The purple man realises that maybe Jack forgot or fell asleep so he went into the alley beside the pizzeria. The sight that awaited him made the spot where his heart should be drop. His favourite co-worker on the cold concrete, black streaming from his nose and eyes whilst he was shivering and shaking. Even from this distance Dave could hear him whispering "It's fine" over and over again and slowly curling up. He didn't know what to do, he had no friends before this and Henry always took his pain out on his malnourished body. So Dave ran up to the orange man and attempted to treat his wounds with whatever was sanitary enough for now. Before he could run off and get phoney, a shaky hand grabbed his arm with almost no force and pulled the tall man back to the bruised mutant. "Stay." Said a shaky voice, Dave had only heard his old sport use that tone when they first killed those 5 kids.

He did stay, however, the moment was almost as awkward as their first encounter. "May I ask how this happened?" Dave asked but quickly corrected, "I mean, if that's okay with you." Jack slowly sat up and made a small, pained whimper before telling his friend about the women and how they coward away after the main one nearly broke his nose. "Jesus, that bitch really had the nerve to hurt you?" He replied to the story, the orange man nodded once. Maybe because he didn't know or he was stupid, the purple man put the other male's head on his lap and stroked it. Jack was confused yet let it happen, it wasn't always that someone gave him this type of good attention. "How much does it hurt?" He asked, breaking the silence. Jack held up 7 fingers almost as quickly as he dropped them like noodles. "That settles it, I'm bringing you home." "What? Dave, no-" But before the orange man could finish his sentence, Dave had already picked him up bridal style and was heading towards his house.

921 words
Better than the last record I've broken, and also way out of my comfort zone. Violence and mentions of suicide/self harm don't trigger me but most of the time they make me uncomfortable. Finished at 2/1/2021. My birthday is next week, can't wait!
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-smxxth