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

≈ What A Turn Of Events! ≈

I genuinely need to update the cover of this book- the arts so bad help, ANY IDEAS FOR WHAT I SHOULD DRAW FOR IT!!?
ANYWAYS ONTO THE REQ!!

[Third POV]

"Hey guys~!" Deimos slid across the smooth floor in his socks. Everyone else seemed to be in a grouchy mood, it was nearing summer and soon the heat would become unbearable.
"I love you Dei, but shhuttup..," Sanford slurred, resting his face against the table for some sort of comfort.
Nobody knew how Hank survived in the blistering heat while wearing all those layers of clothing.
Hell, even 2B had his jacket off and was wearing a tank top! If that isn't saying something then I don't know what is!

"Oh come on guys! You all look like dead shriveled up fish, not good! Oh and that reminds me~!"
"Dei... please..."
"What's a fish with no eye?"
"Myxine Circifrons."
Everyone stares at 2Bdamned, who hadn't looked up from his tablet.
"Also called a Hagfish."
"A fsh..," Deimos whispered, "It's a fsh."

Soon enough after that, Sanford and Deimos started obnoxiously talking to each other, growing louder by the second.
Hank looked at 2B whom still had his eyes locked onto the screen.
Hank silently creeped closer and closer to their lover, to the point they were practically breathing on his shoulder.
"..Bored,"
"Everyone's bored, Hank, and it's too hot to go on any missions!" Sighed the Dissenter loudly, rubbing his temple.

"Soo~! Me and San' Over 'ere had the brilliant idea to make today a hangout day!"
2B immediately shot down the idea, "What're gonna do? Sit under a tree all day and listen to music on a loud boombox?"
Hank slowly cracked his head towards the unlicensed doctor.
"Eugh.. don't.. don't do that Hank- but! I heard some random grunt got ahold of an ice cream truck, eh? Eh? Whatdya think 'bout that?"
"..I guess I haven't had ice cream in a while.." 2Bdamned admitted hesitantly.
"Great! It's a double date!" Deimos smirked.
"Hell yeah!- wait huh I didn't agree to that part," Sanford followed.

All of them found themselves outside, having absolutely no idea what to do.
"Oh em gee!" One of the members of the group called out, waving the rest to come over.
"What the fuck is that?" 2Bdamned squinted his already crap eyes at the small fluff blob on the ground.
Hank held 2B's hand defensively, grumbling at it.
"It's like a little.. p..puppy..?" Sanford started sweating when he saw it uncurl, the blob forming into a grunt.
A grunt that was fluffy.

"I.. what.?"
"I have no idea.."
"Let's keep it!"
"No."
"Oi Hank, shut."
"No."
"Whatev's,"

Deimos ended up winning the battle of whether to keep it or not, he now carried the fluffy grunt on his shoulder.
"Heey bud, ya talk? What's yer name?"
"Whatever you do, don't become like Deimos," 2B hollered out, being dragged away slowly by his partner.
Deimos rolled his eyes, "Be quiet peepaw, nobody likes you!" He felt Hank's eyes dig into his head, "Sorry!" He squeaked out, feeling them leave.