NOTE: MORTAL KOMBAT IS OWNED BY THE CREATORS WHO MADE IT. NOR DO I OWN THE PICTURES AND YOU THE READER(S). (Only stating this for safety so, apologies if it gets repetitive. Anyways onto the description!)
This is basically a male reader insert, wit...
You were strolling through a corridor, carrying a duffle bag filled with your belongings. Once you reached toward a room, you opened the door and saw the interior. You whistled at the sight.
Y/n: "Not exactly what I'm used to. But, beats having to sleep while being aware of any bugs, trash, and assholes hiding their moonshine."
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You tossed your duffle bag to a nearby bed with newly folded clothes, resting on the bed.
You spotted the clothing and reminisced the events that occurred a while back.
-(flashback)-
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Jax: "Ok name em."
You were seated on one side of the table in an interrogation room, with Jax and Sonya Blade on the other side.
They were waiting for your demands, as you showed them your fist and extended your thumb.
Y/n: "First off, I'm going to need better equipment. You wouldn't mind getting me some, right? Besides, some of my blades are starting to feel weak and the fabric of my attire is wearing out."
You said pulling on the fabric of your current outfit. Then you stretched your index finger out.
Y/n: "Secondly,...when the tournament is over, I better not see you guys trying to track me down. Just because I helped you in this 'endeavor', doesn't mean I'm allowing you the all-clear to pry into my personal matters."
Jax nodded.
Jax: "We'll see what we can find, and we'll try to keep clear from you."
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