ʜᴀɴᴋ ᴊ ᴡɪᴍʙʟᴇᴛᴏɴ, ᴀ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ

𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚘

2 hours later

You tried to fall asleep but you couldn't, your eyes kept drooping but you were too uncomfortable. You hear the door open and look to see Sanford with water and a knife. He bends down infront of you and smiles, taking off his glasses to reveal icy blue eyes, almost a gray color, which stood out to his caramel skin.
"I talked to Hank, sorry about what he did, he's a little extreme. He doesn't trust you but I'm gonna give you a chance." He puts a hand on your chin and pours water in your mouth, you gladly drink it and smile as it quenches your throat. He sits the empty glass next to him and reaches behind you, cutting the rope that bound you to the chair. You see the door's still open and flinch towards it, but then sit back down. Sanford smiles and stands up, you stand up too and put your hands on his shoulders.
"Thanks...My arms hurt." You laugh and stretch your arms, Hank suddenly bursts in and yells.
"THE FUCKING CLOWN'S HERE!!" He runs back outside, Sanford suddenly looks at you then puts his glasses back on.
"Can you fight?" You nod and he grabs your wrist, handing you a knife and gun then taking you outside. You see a green clown with red hair fighting Hank, Sanford quickly joining the fight. You panic and back up, figuring out a plan, Hank gets knocked back into the wall and looks over at you.
"SANFORD WHY IS SHE OUT HERE!? GO BACK INSIDE!" He yells and fires shots at the clown, Sanford responds and throws a knife at the clown. You sigh and run over to Sanford, whispering to him.
"Make him look right, trust me about this." He hesitates then nods, running the other way and shooting at him, the clown reaches for both of them, his hands growing to an unbelievable size large enough to grasp them with an intense grip, a distorted and mucus filled chuckle erupting from his throat. You gulp and run behind him, grabbing out a knife and jumping off a rock, stabbing a knife into the clown's head using that moment to propell yourself into the air, you grab out 2 more and slice his hands, freeing the 2 men. They break free while the clown is repelled and the 3 of you attack him. The clown throws the men off again and traps you in his arms crushing you, Sanford throws his hook at the clown impaling his arm and scratching you in the process. Hank runs up and slices his arm off, pulling you out of the way and back into the house.
"Stay." You sigh as he slams the door and goes back to fighting, you sigh and pace back and fourth as you watch out the window as Hank gets more and more injured. You hear a loud growl then rumbling outside for a minute it, then, it just goes quiet... You rush outside and see Hank lying on the floor and Sanford leaning on the wall.
"H-hey what the fuck happened?" You lift up Sanford's head as he was still conscious, he groans and coughs out blood.
"Hank went too far and pissed him off, he got wrecked pretty bad, I'm fine." You throw him over your shoulder and place him inside, bringing the unconscious Hank with him.

Treating Hank first you try your best at wrapping his scraped arm with bandages and anti-bacterial liquid. You had no medical training whatsoever but just did what felt right. You carefully pry off Hanks mask, revealing an attractive jawline, but also a lower face with a deep scar trailing horizontally, going through the corners of his mouth. His jaw was more blue-ish, like that skin was more dead than the rest of his body, almost like 2 people sewn together. On his neck there was also a plethora of bullet hole scars along with a circular shaped scar on his jawline, a matching one on the other side of his head. You quickly press down on his neck with 2 of your fingers to feel a pulse, to your relief there was. You trailed your fingertips over the scar and go up to his goggles, taking them off since one of the lenses was shattered. You inspected his eye where the shattered lens was and made sure there was nothing in or around his eye. They were just barely open, the icy blue of his iris's peaking out.. All of his knuckles were in pretty bad shape so you just repeated the bandage process across his hands. You carry over your stuff to Sanford and lift his head if softly, making him groan.
"I can...treat myself. For, the most part." Sanford clears his throat and sits up unwrapping a bandage with his teeth, you put some anti bacterial serum in a cotton ball and rub it over his scraped arm so he can wrap it.
"I'm going to take Hank to his room okay? I'll get you anything you need, you need to rest." Sanford nods and sighs while you go back to Hank, he was lighter than you first expected, you try your best to avoid his wounds and carry him on your back to his room. You sigh as he sinks into his bed, you go back out and get Sanford some water. He had moved from the floor to the couch since he had stopped bleeding.
"Hey, can I ask you something?" You hand Sanford his water as you kick off your shoes, he nods.

"What's Hank's problem?"