After the death of Deimos, Hank J. Wimbleton (A Terrorist Psycho killer) Recruited a formal EX Agent named (Y/N). Of cours Sanford didn't like the idea of replacing his best friend with another person. How will The duo take (Y/N) in their journey of...
"Goddammit Deimos. . ." Sanford said as he tried to hold back tears from his now deceased friend. Sitting on the corner of Deimo's now empty bed. The smell of cigarette started to fade from the room as scattered clothes of the person that once wore them now scattered across the cold empty floor. If only he could turn back time, and save his best friend from certain doom, maybe things would've been different. But it was already too late for that Of course Hank tried his best to comfort Sanford, but since he wasn't much of a supportive person, he didn't know what to do or say.
Hank walked towards the empty living room, only his steps echoing with every movement he made. ". . . It's quite in here." he said, something he and Sanford will never get used too. Sometimes when Hank would return from his mission he would hear Sanford yelling at Deimos to stop smoking, and the argument, along with laughter would always make the living room more visible and lively. Oh how he already missed those days, felt as it was just yesterday.
Hank sat on the sofa, rubbing the side of his nose (do they even have nose?) As a small sigh escaped from his now fucked up mouth. Deimos saved him, and this is how he repays him? Getting his friend killed and using his body as a meat shield? "Nice going Hank" was all he could say. He would make it up to Sanford soon, just not today.
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