ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 (platonic and romantic oneshots)

Unwanted Assistance (2/3)

Once again featuring VengefulCanadian, MyBonerIsKNIFE, and myself.

Words: 3511

(theres going to be a bunch of pov changes, to keep track of who's who, heres a small chart :]

🐺Knife

💀Vengeful

🦡Bork

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God, they were all tired. 5 am to 9 pm with only one break? These people were mad. But it was over for now.

The kitchen that connected to the living room was filled with idle chatter, the crew talking about the events of the day. "God, I expected something difficult, but this?" Basically said, leaning back on the couch next to Kryoz, who was looking at his phone. 

"Oh, just wait until tomorrow! The groups are going to be switched up, you probably wont even be with the same people!"

Some of them groaned while Knife chuckled, Vengeful walking into the room while looking at their phone. "Alright, I've got everything set up, we can go over the plan one last time in the morning before we each head out on our heists. I recommend you all get some rest." They said, the group standing and walking to the two rooms, some complaining they their arms or legs hurt.

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💀

The office had been dimly lit by a lamp, which sat on the desk in front of a cushioned chair. In said chair, sat Vengeful, reading a book. It was quiet. It felt like nothing bad would happen-

Oh son of a bitch-

A clatter came from the hallway, alerting them. Nobody had left, so why did it sound like someone was there? Bookmarking their spot, they set the book down, grabbing their pocket knife and flicking it open.

They stepped out into the hall, the lights hadn't come on. Looking over, the elevator doors were sealed shut, no signs of forced entry. They brushed it off, before having the realization.

'Someone could have climbed though the vents-'

Their thoughts were cut off when an arm wrapped around their middle, a wet rag being held over their nose and mouth.

'don't breathe in don't breathe in don't breathe in-'

They kicked, raising their hands in an attempt to break free from the attacker, their pocket knife slicing their arm, causing the assailant to let out a muffled string of curses, making them loosen their grip.

By the time they got away, the chemical had already taken effect, black spots clouding their vision as the ground quickly became closer than it had been mere moments before.

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🦡

The sound of a blowtorch sounded in the silent garage, pieces of metal being welded together.

Lifting the welding mask off his face, Bork wiped his arm across his forehead in a poor attempt to clear off any sweat. Taking the mask off and setting it next to the pieces of metal, he began to clean up his station.

Hearing a shuffle behind him, he turned around, only to see nobody there. Shrugging it off, he cut off the gas that lit the flame, packing away the blowtorch.

Only to hear the same shuffle again.

Turning around again, much more quickly this time, there was still nobody there. Instead, there was a blue rock a few feet away. Carefully approaching it, he picked it up, flipping it over in his hands a few times.