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

≈ Special Day For A Special Person ≈

FIRST POST SINCE LIKE.. 4EVER!!! SORRY IF 1 ITS OOC AND 2 WORDS R NO GOOD, I NEED TO GET USED TO WRITING AGAIN!
This one was a bit longer than I expected....

[2Bdamned's POV]

It all started off with a plain day, I was working as usual and the other three were doing.. whatever they do. My tired, half-lidded eyes shifted from my tablet to the calendar that rested beside it. There, in bold, but hurried letters, it stated,

"HANK'S BIRTHDAY!"

I stared at it for a moment, processing the information.
Suddenly I jolted out of my chair. 'Christ! It's Hank's birthday? It completely slipped my mind!' I freaked a little, snatching the calendar as if it has done something illegal. Setting it down, I eyed it accusingly, like it was the one that made me forget, of course it wasn't but a man could dream.

I tried calming myself, leaving my shabby office and walking out into the living room where Sanford and Deimos played those brain rotting games.
I froze once hearing an, "Oi Doc! Where ya off to?" From the chain-smoker of the two.
"Supplies." I responded, not making the effort to look at them, already knowing what they were going to say next at my half-assed response.
"We 'lready got supplies, you good in the head? Did the coding catch up t' ya?" Gagged Deimos, laughing at his own horrendous words.
"Hank's birthday," the laughing immediately stopped.

"Shi.. that's today?" Deimos cluelessly asked, a single brow rising. Sanford had obviously tensed up too, I saw as his shades had slipped down a bit, the glare of them slightly muted by the, now, shown eyes of Sanford.
"Can we go with ya to get presents 'n stuff? Please~? I'll pay!"
"With what money?"
"...San's money," he clarified.
I grumbled under my breath, "Fine, fine, hurry up."

Now I had ended up being dragged here by Deimos, at a shady place with shady people. The smell of smoke blew through the air, to the point I could even smell it through my mask.
"Aw c'mon! Don' look so down! Stuffs pretty cheap here! 'M sure ya ain't gonna waste the money we have! Unless we get robbed of course, but nobody's gon' wanna rob a bunch of wanted fellas! We're too hot for 'em anyway!" Deimos chuckled at himself before strutting off into the.. weird.. darkness as Sanford and I, the smarter of the small group, had alarm going off in our heads.
"D-Dei! Wait up!" Sanford soon hollered, his voice echoing as he ran after Deimos, soon also disappearing into the dark.

Slowly I walked away from the place, I was not going in there. Those two can cause as much trouble as they want there but I am not stepping foot in that hellhole.
I groaned while passing by buildings. It was almost impossible to find any supplies here, how far had Deimos taken us from base? I just wanted to get something and go.

That was, til a small, broken down stand appeared in my peripheral vision. Walking closer I soon saw a small money box and a few items strewn across the table. There was a small sigh that read,
"Take An Item And Put Money In The Box!"
I scoffed, how gullible of whoever had made this, this is Nevada for hells sake! You think people will pay?
Those thoughts were cut short as I peered in the box and saw coins and bills strewn in it, covering the bottom of the box.
I hesitantly looked at the items on the table, a few empty spaces of those which were already taken.