[Hank x 2Bdamned] • A Madness Combat Oneshot Book

≈ How Unprofessional Of You | PART 3/3 ≈

No smut at the time of writing this MAYEB layer in the story if iget the motiv. To wwrite it (sorryforbaddspelinng my hands r shakyrnfor no reason)(andyesbthe drawing at top is mine)

-EDIT : it ends upjustbeing fluff(with a small smoujt of implifiednsfw butnot much) wooaw *claping*
Also this stories all in 2B's POV, if you don't lkke that I don't mind writing another part all in Hank'sPOV for yall :](also trans2b !!)

[2Bdamned's POV]

My body hurled backwards as the sudden shock of pain rang through my body. I stared at Hank as he flailed around slightly.
I stood there for a second, analyzing his movements with sharp eyes.
Soon I saw Hank's body relax slightly as he noticed where he was.

Letting out a small, "Ahem," I started talking. "Are you done with your little fit, Wimbleton?" I smoothly said, kneeling next to him.
Hank stared at me with a blank expression on his face, anger? Annoyance? I have to check up on this insufferable man anyway.

Carefully I tried to take the blanket off Hank, though he had other plans. Hank harshly tugged the blanket back to him, and I SWORE I heard the sound of a tear happen.
Immediately I let go of the blanket, letting it fall back onto Hank's body.

"Wimbleton. If you rip this blanket you're going to find another one in the goddamn PURGATORY." I slightly yelled out, obviously annoyed to the brim.
Though Hank didn't give two damn shits. I probably looked like a fucking joke to him.

'Of course I do! Who else tries to yell at the fucking murder machine to cut out his damn attitude without expecting to die halfway through their damn screaming? Once again, after magnification his braincells probably burned to a fucking crisp!! He probably only has half a braincell left? How fucking hilarious is that? His skull's probably filled with piss- is that why he's bald? Piss brained fucker? If you knocked on his head you'd probably hear it echo!'

Internally I vented about how much of a bitch Hank was acting right now. Sanford was cooking up some food and I was about to not give Hank a single bite of said food.
'This.. THING.. gets on my nerves too much. It's annoying, stupid, and a waste of my fucking TIME. I could be finishing up a code to crack into the AAHW's security system. I could be starting up a raid with the fellows. I could be doing anything BUT dealing with the irritable half-mag man acting like a damn baby in front of me.'

Finally I calmed down and stared at Hank again. "Wimbleton, if you don't let me give you a checkup right NOW I will..," I paused, trying to think about what to threaten him with.
Hank didn't like much, at least not anything I know of. So what the HELL was I gonna threaten him with?

At this point I just slumped. I saw Hank smile, or attempt one at least. His jaw creeped open, showing his tongue slightly through the cracks.
What was he tryna do? Look cute? Hilarious. How fucking funny. He's probably just taunting me at this point, like everyone does to me.

I gave up. I just turned around and tried to leave. But the moment my hand was on the door handle, I heard the blankets move from behind me.
My head snapped back to the direction where Hank used to be laying, but the moment I did, all I could see was the darkness of Hank's blanket.

I gasped while I was dragged down onto the shabby mattress in the corner of the room.
"WIMBLETON WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?!" I gasped out, throwing the blanket off my body. I frantically looking around for an answer of what the fuck just happened.
I made eye contact with Hank for a few seconds, and a shiver rolled up my spine as I saw his expression.