Hank nearly busted down the door he was running so fast, luckily he stopped right before he hit. The party was still going, he could tell by the loud music and the noise of multiple people trying to talk over one another and the music. And suddenly Hank overheard a cough come from the back. The Agency? No, they don't exist, do they? Was this just a trap to get Hank to relax and pay no attention to the little things? Well Hank wasn't going to fall for it! Hank, wanting to defend himself grabbed a garbage can top and approached cautiously, he neared the corner and swung has hard as he could "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST" he heard someone, so he must've missed, he jumped out, the lid in the wall and.... Deimos on the ground? He thought that voice sounded familiar. "Hank. Why did you do that? And do not say it was just a prank because that came THIS CLOSE to my FACE!" his fingers were almost touching. Hank apologized. He didn't know it was Deimos behind the building. "Well who else would it be?? Did you and Doc get into a fight or somethin?? Is everything ok-" Hank cut off Deimos telling him that everything was fine. "If you say so asshole my god-" Hank apologized more angrily and Deimos flinched "Hey hey- Just- don't do that again..." He thought for a second.. "Say, if you buy me three more ciggy packs behind Sanford's back I'll forgive ya. I love em' but he wants me to quit. Won't let me buy anymore packs." Hank didn't agree. It didn't exactly seem right for him to go behind someone's back like that. "Cmon Hank, please?" Hank refused again. He still stood by his point. "Hank cmon, you're just being stubborn now." Deimos got up and brushed himself off "I'm legitimately begging you." Hank turned around and headed for the door "Hey hey hey where do you think you're going?" Deimos stopped Hank. Hank said that he was going inside. "What?? You nearly turned my face into mush and now you expect to go in scott free? No way." Hank sighed, he needed to talk to Sanford. He was with him last. Hank gave in to the cigarette deal as long as he was aloud in. Deimos raised the deal to 5 cigarette packs and Hank just agreed.
..hank would hate that he had set foot even near this place from now on....
Hank entered. The music felt like it was snapping him in half, and it was so crowded that barely anyone fit in the house. Hank pushed past the random people, nobody paying mind to him. It was so odd, and more nerve racking then going out every day risking his life. Through the cracks though he saw Sanford talking to someone. Long pink hair. "Hank! There you are! I honest didn't think you were coming! I heard what happened and assumed you wouldn't be able to make it" Sanford yelled over everything. Then Deimos came over with some punch, and before Hank could get a word out to Sanford, "SANFORD ARE YOU CHEATING ON ME??" Deimos exclaimed, offended and upset. ".. But we're not together Deimos..?" Sanford spoke confused. Deimos then stopped to think. After a few seconds he interrupted Hank yet again. This was getting old. "We're not??" Hank then started, not wanting to wait any longer. He asked if he could speak to Sanford in private. "Of course let's go outside! It's quieter out there" So out they went, past the people, out the door.
Hank told Sanford everything about Tricky, the Improbability Drive, how Deimos fucking died, the whole package... But Sanford stood there confused and concerned. "Hank, I don't think-" Hank cut off Sanford this time, he grumbled about how nobody believes him and everyone thinks he's crazy. "Yeah- sorry Hank it just doesn't sound realistic. Nevada isn't like that. At least, not 'anymore?' Listen, maybe you just need something to get your mind off it. Let's go inside" Hank sighed and agreed with Sanford maybe it would be best to get his mind off of everything.. So they both headed back inside. Hank going to a snack table and Sanford disappearing into the crowd. But Hank stood there anxiously, something wasn't right, he looked into his punch gazing at his reflection. He didn't look like himself, nothing he recognized, only a face he couldn't identify as his own stared back at him. But then he realized the music wasn't playing. He didn't hear anything. Something was wrong. He looked up at the empty room, covered in Red and Yellow blood. It was smeared on the walls, it was splattered on the ceiling, and it pooled on the floor, but as he turned his gaze met with Tricky, about to stab him, not thinking Hank threw the punch in his face and ran for the door. Tricky yelled with surprise showing in his voice "What was that for??" Hank stopped. The party music blaring again, all of the people appearing where they once were. Hank slowly approached again but it wasn't the Tricky he remembered. Hank apologized, about to explain but Tricky cut him off. The next time Hank was cut off he was going to cut off their head. "Yeah, I heard the explanation, sorry. It just caught me off guard. Sorry Hank" the makeup rubbed off..... Dr. Hofnarr? Hank had forgotten Hofnarr worked as a clown, "I was just trying to give you a balloon cause you looked sad." A... balloon.? Surely not, the thing that he was holding was the stop sign..... Wasn't it.? He looked over, but sure enough, a balloon, it was floating up to the ceiling. Not wanting to cause anymore trouble Hank headed for the door. He should've never went in the first place. It was a stupid idea.
.. and with that, hank went home......
[ END OF CHAPTER TWO ]
