Madness Combat: I make a legit fanfic? Oh dear god

CHAPTER ONE (Hank Focused)

It was a long day at the camp, Sanford was tired and so was Deimos after a small run they did to get supplies. In a.. strange mix of events a bunch of people who would, normally, slaughter each other we're sharing one camp. And, one goal. Killing Auditor. Tricky, Torture, Hank, Deimos, Sanford, hell even Jeb were in this one camp. It was a surprise so many of them were getting along. 

       Hank was in his tent, as secluded as he usually always was. He had worries and thoughts on his mind but refused to accept them and proceed to be the tough guy act, nothing new nothing strange. He turned when he heard Sanford speak outside the tent towards him "We got the supplies, it should be enough for now." he sighed out, giving an approving grunt in response rather than speaking. He hasn't known these people for too long, and was expecting to lose them eventually so he had no attachment and didn't want to get attached. Well, that's what he always told himself but... reality is he is attached to someone. 2BDamned, or Doc, he always seemed to hate Doc because Doc forced him to take time to do thing that weren't important. But, he kept their one place wave radio on himself, he one time sent a static message to Doc and never got a response, he assumed he was dead by now.  

        His thoughts got interrupted by the sound of Sanford lecturing Deimos pretty loudly, he stepped outside his tent. He grumbled in this inner anger at the fact he agreed to work with Jeb, Tricky, and that damn MAG agent just for backup in getting the Auditor. He went a small distance away from the camp, close enough fo if emergency arrives he'd be able to defend supplies but far away to the point he thinks he won't be bothered. He looked back at the camp, watching as Tricky sometimes climbs the MAG or bothers Jeb. He's fucking glad he no longer has to put up with the torment from that clown or having nailhead over there trying to kill him. He glanced over to Deimos and Sanford who were... being friendly towards each other, they always were. 

        He looked at the radio he still had attached to his belt, he wasn't sure why he wasn't just letting go of the man on the other side. For all he knew and cared? Doc was dead. But something lead him to keep holding on for some inexplicable reason, maybe it was because of how long they knew each other. Doesn't matter to Hank. Well.... until he heard the radios other side click on.

 Docs voice slipped out the radio, despite the poor quality of the radio Hank still felt a flutter when he heard the others voice. 

 "Hank? are you there? Why did you send me static" 

 He stopped for a minute, finally responding "..did it b' accident"

 Docs sigh could be heard over the radio "Hank, you're not that stupid. 

 Hank spoke again "Was jus.. checking to see if you were dead. I thought you was."

 Doc let out a snicker from the other side "I think I will be heading your way, based on the signal of the radios. Would you mind me stopping by? 

 Hank got excited, but pushed it down to sound colder "Just don't cause me any problems." 

 "I should be the one telling you that, Hank. I will see you soon." 

 Hank smiled behind that mask, even if no one could see it.