Addicted

Chapter 3

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆TW!!⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

⭒♡⭒Violence

⭒♡⭒Swearing 

⭒♡⭒Some adult concepts 

◈Enjoy!◈ 

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After dinner, I hand Lucy over to another servant, kissing her forehead and promising Mama will play later. Then I follow J down to the basement again, hoping that Smirk will live- simply for my Puddin's sanity. I've never really liked a lot of the people in his gang- actually, the girls are ok. Dottie is very sweet, always complimenting me and giving me the first pick of weapons, etc. I didn't mind Punchline till that whore started dating my Puddin, trying to take him for her own. But the guys used to hit on me a lot- before Puddin claimed me as his own. After that, he made it clear that anyone who made me uncomfortable, flirted with me or disrespected me in any way would suffer the consequences. 

When we get down to the basement, his position had changed. He was curled up on the cot- which I think was a good sign. J rushed over to the cell, opened the door, and shook him awake. Smirk sat up, rubbing bleary eyes. "Hey, what the fuck, man, why are you waking me up? I have a monster headache, ok? Can just I sleep for a little damn longer?" Somehow, the plant tongue had stayed. It kind of gave him a weird tone, though.

"Seems to me like he's fine now," I mutter. Smirk was still going on about how he wanted to sleep more when J tired of it and held up his hand. "..Silas," Puddin said, deathly quiet. 

Smirk's eyes widened. That was the trademark sign of trouble in Joker's gang. If you had an alias and the boss called you by your real name, you were in big-time trouble if you didn't shut up, listen to and obey whatever came out of his mouth next. "Yes?" he asked sheepishly, trembling a bit.

"Shut. The hell up. And listen. Poison Ivy's figured out how to exert mind control. She did it to you. Do you remember anything from the past 24 hours?"

Smirk nodded. "I remember just about everything. Listen, if you're going to fight her, make sure she can't get to your goddamn ears. That's how she got me- shoved her lil ass fingers inside my ear, and boom. Everything went blank for a second, then everything I saw was green-tinted. I could hear her voice telling me what to do. She had access to my memories, my current thoughts, everything. Shit was creepy as hell, and it's a good thing she was solely interested in getting to your house instead of the rest of our secrets. I could feel when she was probing my mind, and all she did was make a beeline to how to get to your house, and that's about it."

Puddin's face darkened. "She had access to everything?" he roars, slamming his fist into the cot. Smirk flinches, scrambling away frantically. "Yes, yes," he says, terrified, "but she didn't bother looking at anything besides your location! Jesus Christ, please don't hurt me, Jay!" 

Puddin is seething by now, but he takes a second to calm himself. He smooths his hair back and composes himself, taking several deep breaths. "Why did you even go to her? How did she get you? Did she get anyone else?" he asks, slightly more calm.

Smirk stays backed up into a corner, though, his terrified expression lingering. "The bitch... She did get a few others. She got Coe, Trey, and Punchline. We'd heard about a huge party at her place. It was in some celebration of this huge diamond or sum'. And we figured sure. We'd go, crash the party, steal the diamond, shoot up the place. The usual, you know?" he said, shrugging.

"And then right in the middle, right when we were planning on how to steal it- it was on full display in the middle of the room- Ivy herself comes in. Sees us. Makes a whole beeline in our direction. And she's kinda hot, you know? The green skin's a little weird, but hell, I'd smash. Anyways, she comes over. We try not to look suspicious as if we weren't planning on stealing her diamond.