Hank x Tricky : The Cause Of One's Bursting Love

Act 1: The Potion

I named the chapters "acts" because they're way longer than my regular chapters. Some of the character were made up by me and we're ONLY created for the fanfic's plot. Now enjoy

It was a regular morning in Nevada, Sanford, Deimos and Hank were walking the sidewalks of their small village street (let's say there is one in this fanfic). The original plan was to go to McDonalds to taste the new sauce from the BTS menu (they dont even sell this thing anymore but idc hehe). While his two companions were having fun walking around like idiots, the assassin was still thoughtful and bored. He was doing something with friends, yet it was still tasteless (literally *epic joke trumpet music*). Suddenly, a poster on a pole right in front of him caught his attention.

"We're looking for people to volunteer to test new science products! To find out more, contact our number: 123-456-7890 (totally not a number I invented nah nah). The fighter wasn't really into that kind of thing, but as they say; boredom kills. For once he could finally do something useful of his life before returning to spend the rest of his days doing nothing else than going to McDonald's a few times a month. Sometimes we're so desperate for something new that we'll do almost everything.

Finally arriving there (MCDO), the trio (big mac ok that wasn't funny my bad) did their things for an hour (EAT) and then returned home afterwards. As soon as he arrived, Hank immediately contacted the number on his phone and then called it.

"Local science lab how can I help you today?" "Hello" answered Hank; "I would like to volunteer to test out your new products. I need the day, time and place." "Ahhh finally someone who didn't completely ignore our posters that we put all over the city!" exclaimed the person on the other end of the wire (yall should understand even tho this expression doesn't work in the 21th century trololololol); "Here is all the information you will need:". After a good five minutes, the person finished; "Do not forget that it is tomorrow. We've been looking for weeks and it would be a waste to see that the only person who really wanted to help us is a troll (tf why did they use this word).

Hank agreed and hung up. He was doing this just for his own entertainment. Science could die and that wouldn't change a thing. The assassin didn't give a damn about breaking everything. Nothing and no one really mattered to him unless they could do something useful for him. Sanford and Deimos were exceptions, as long they weren't annoying him of course. They were comrades, nothing more special. Physical "contacts" that are not violent are not in his top ten (oooooo nobody cares :D). Maybe an exception will happen one day for that too (we'll never know). The next day, the murderer left without notifying his two friends as he usually does.

When he arrived at his destination at the appointed time, Hank contemplated the building of the foundation. Compared to other places he had seen, it was quit big, even bigger than some cliffs. He entered through the front door, getting greeted directly by the person he had called the day before.

"You must be my volunteer! Come here, I'll show you around. Follow me, please." They then take the elevator and then go up to an unknown floor. As soon as the door opened, a lab and a few other scientists who generated things were displayed to the fighter, not that it was honestly surprising. "This is where we are going to do our experimentation my dear! " "Why do you even need volunteers to advance science?" Hank asked," I don't understand". Although he could have asked himself the question long before he came (true), it was still a mystery.

"O-oh... well... you might call me a scammer or a liar but...There isn't enough love in Nevada" "What the-" "I mean! People here are so bland! and it's really sad to see. Thats why I need to create more love (thats the trashiest idea I've ever heard)." The fighter was getting more and more confused. "That's why I was looking for volunteers, to make them fall in love with another person in order to bring more joy! I knew if I actually said it nobody would want to so I just made some signs, pretending it was a real experimentation... I'm sorry..." "What have I got myself into-" thought Hank. Love was never one of his best subjects as he had never felt it anyway. When some people had "crushes", he looked at them incomprehensibly, assuming it was never going to happen to him. But now things were maybe going to change. "Think about it please-" begged the poor scientist. The assassin just sighed, should he just go? "I just got hired here so these are my first 'real' potions concocting as no one really helps me. If it doesn't work all my work is done." The fighter then smirked behind his mask. He just had to take the potion since it probably wasn't going to work and then give this foundation a bad name as his personal revenge to them for wasting so much time.

"Just give it to me" "Oh my god thank you! I made several copies, all give a different person. I kind of took random personal things from people on the groun-" "I said just give it to me" Hank interrupted the person's speech; "No need for details." "V-very sorry!" He then took a potion from the few others he had and gave it to Hank so that they start the process (drink ect). After a few minutes, it was all over. The assassin felt nothing, no "love" effect or anything like that was on his mind. He then left to go home, happy to be able to avenge himself and to make a bad comment on the internet (yes there is internet lil amogus).

"Hank? Where were you man?!" shouted Sanford  at him, as soon as the assassin opened the front door of his house. "Sorry just wanted to check out something, turns out it was just a scam, I'm going to post a bad comment because I don't give a damn enough (oooo Hank acting like a karen)." "Good idea" Deimos replied from a distance, after overhearing their conversation. "Want a beer San?" "Lets go!". Sanford then ran into the kitchen where Deimos was.

Hank then went back to his room. He had the foundation's page on his phone, ready to do his review (idk how he found it but anyways). He thought about it for a second though. What if it really did work? What if it did make Hank love someone else? These questions scared him, and it usually takes a lot for a first-class assassin to get scared. He then decided to wait until tomorrow to do so.

MAN I TOTALLY WONDER WHATS GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT LIKE ITS TOTALLY NOT A LOVE STORY ABOUT TRICKY X HANK NAH BRO