ʜᴀɴᴋ ᴊ ᴡɪᴍʙʟᴇᴛᴏɴ, ᴀ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

"Now where were you 2?" You hitched your breath as a familiar voice was summoned behind you, you both got caught. Sheepishly, you held onto Hank's sleeve and turned around to see Sanford's muscular figure looming over you, he seemed 10 feet tall in that moment.
"H-hey....funny seeing you here..." you chuckle and try to cover up the massive amounts of blood, well, everywhere.
"Hehe, I live here...What happened to you 2?! And why am I seeing pictures of slaughtered A.A.H.W agents on the news!?" Sanford yells at Hank while pointing at the news, Hank's photo being shown along with a place holder photo for you.
"We went to the fair and there we-"

"Speaking of A.A.H.W agents...hehe..." You walk back outside and drag inside your unconscious captive, Sanford's face turning a sickly pale color.
"WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY- god...Why did you kidnap someone...?" Sanford sighs and pinches his nose bridge, walking away from you both.
"There were agents there trying to kill me! What was I supposed to do?! Huh? You have a better idea?!" Now it was your turn to get pissed, you threw the agent over your shoulder and walk over to Sanford, punching him in the shoulder.
"Yeah, leave without slaughtering hundreds of people! My god Y/n...why is he here?!" Sanford gripped onto your shoulders with a disappointed look in his eyes.
"I wanted to find out w-"

"It's none of your concern." Hank grabbed the captive and headed towards the empty room looking back at you. Sanford sighs while you quickly follow Hank to the basement you didn't know they had.

Later

"Oh you're finally awake...took you long enough I was about to just give up and kill you! Oh well..." the soldier quickly realizes where he is and squirms, yelling through his cloth gag. You hop up off of the cold concrete stairs and smile, a mix of emotions, all negative, on the agents face.
"LET ME GO OR ELSE! Y-YOU BITCH!"

"Or else what, you have no guns, no knives, nothing but your scrawny little arms." Slipping the little pocket knife you had out of your back pocket, you carefully hold it to his neck, running it up to his chin without cutting him. He gulps and shuts up, starting to sweat.

Hank soon joins you down there, just staring as he let's you do the work.

"PLEASE STOP I'LL DO ANYTHING JUST STOP-" You grip the handle of the 'toy' you had in your hands, looking to your side at Hank, who seemed to be enjoying this a little too much.
"Okay...Now what about me makes me so valuable to the Auditor...?"

Sanford turns on the TV as you start to dig into your dinner, your legs across Hank's lap.
"Have you set him free?" Sanford quietly speaks, eyes down at his bowl of food. You and Hank silently look at eachother, a pit forming at the bottom of your stomach.
"N-not yet...I will though..."

"Goddamm-....I'm going to bed..." He stiffly gets up, putting his bowl away, he had only taken about 2 bites, and rushing to his room. You can't help but feel guilty as Sanford mumbles to himself, sounding desperate.
"H-Hank...?"

He looks over at you and hums, setting his bowl down.
"I'm...I'm going to go check on the agent..." With a sheepish tone, you also put away your dinner, looking down at your feet as you swiftly go down to the basement.

"Whew...okay Y/n...calm down, get your game face on...! You gotta look intimidating...be more like Hank!" You pep talk yourself, your grip slipping as your palms produce sweat.

Walking into the cold room, you lay eyes on your sleeping captive and shake him awake. His eyes droopily open with tired eyes, the sight of you making him clench his hands.
"What...what do you want..." His droopy eyes barely stay open as you lift his head up to look you in the eyes.

You reach into your back pocket and grab out the small switchblade you had, grabbing onto the agents hair.
"Wha...what are you doing?" You softly smile at him and climb onto his lap, resting your elbows on the chair just above his shoulders making you're foreheads press against eachothers. Above his head you unsheath the blade, taking it in one hand and trailing the tip down the side of his face until it indented into his cheek.
"Why are you here." You say, wide eyed deadpan staring him down an inch away from his face.
"I'm not telling you shit. You're just a little whore belonging to your batshit crazy-"

You drag the knife down and plunge it into the agents shoulder, covering his curses and sounds of pain with your other hand.
"Tell me what I want to hear...or do I have to get him aga-"

"NO!! OH GOD PLEASE NO- I'LL TELL YOU WHAT YOU WANT JUST DON'T MAKE ME SEE THAT AGAIN!!" He yells against your palm, a mixture of fear and anger in his eyes. You pull out the knife from his shoulder, wiping it clean against his cheek and putting it back in your pocket.
"Oh don't yell, ask nicely." You place a peck on his cheek and stand back up, opening the blade back up and gripping it tightly in your left hand behind your back.

"Don't talk to me like that bitch."

His ego just wouldn't let up.

You smirk and eye his crotch area, getting on your knees as he watches you in confusion. "Watch your tone agent. I'm no certified doctor but I can sure give you a free bottom surgery." You slump your eyes and fly the knife directly hovering above his crotch. Making him gulp, and just like that he struggles to get out of his bindings, ending up on his side on the floor.
"Please don't...I'll do anything..."

"Okay okay...then tell me, what I want...that's all I need." You talk in a soothing voice, carefully putting the chair back on all fours.

Agent pov

"When the Auditor found that you had escaped, he was furious...he swore that he would get you back even if he had to destroy everything he had to do it. He didn't want to do the same thing again, since he has a weird anger towards rinse and repeat plans...but once one of us found you both at the fair, he told us to get you no matter what..."

The girl backs up with her hand rubbing her chin, confused but also not surprised. Her eyes glowed red, just like the bosses, what did he do to her...? Somehow, I know that once the boss finds out I told them this I'm dead. But I'm actually more scared of what she'll do to me than him...

"We'll...We'll release you in the morning." Without the right words, she covers her mouth and walked out, cutting me off, who was yelling in protest.

Your pov

You walk into Hank's room and lay down beside him, breathing deep with pounds of thoughts on your mind. Curling your arms around him you try and get some sleep while sunlight creeps through the blinds covering the windows, listening to the waking birds outside.