The Archive; Oneshot/Scrapped Chapter Book

Lemon Boy // UNWRITTEN VOLCANOLOGY CONCEPT (COLLAB-SHOT) // Old

CW: Cursing, violence, gore, blood, fire, technically a sort of self harm, Amarai's jaw unhinging, possible 

A/N: Special thanks to SuperrSourJazz for collaborating on this with me! (also btw I'm sorry if you're getting spammed with pings from these oneshots lol)

A/N 2: Fun fact! This was the first Collab-chapter I ever did with anyone!

A/N 3: Fun Fact 2! Originally, in Volcanology, back before I watched EveryManHybrid and promptly grew a fast obsession and put them into the story, this was how Jazz met Amarai!

 'This crazy abandoned hospital. This is where the no-faced bastard brought him to kill him,' the plain white, metallic-but-somehow-still-human thought, kicking dust and broken glass out of the way, her hands shoved in his hoodie pockets. They trudged on, head up in hopes to find the sick bitch who killed a little boy. Not just any little boy, their little brother. Grasping at walls as they turned, they figured it might be a "good" idea to taunt the unknown thing that decided to fuck with the wrong person.

"HEY, NO-FACED WHORE! COME AT ME! IF YOU CAN KILL HIM, YOU CAN KILL ME, RIGHT?! OR ARE YOU TOO SCARED?! COWARD!" He cried out, the anger and sorrow leaking out of the tone of his grief.

He kept glancing over her shoulder, making sure the thing wasn't trying to sneak attack them. He heard some footsteps and stopped. He reached for the hatchet she brought with her and whipped around to face a... Dude in a mask? The masked brunette soon ran at them, seeming to be holding an object of metal. A pipe? A crowbar? The inhuman speed blurred the outlines just right to make it unable to be discerned what the item was. That didn't really matter, though, what type of weapon it was. He had a blunt piece of metal, they had a weapon that was commonly used to behead people back in the medieval years. The man ran at her and she ducked, having the masked fellow trip right over her. They stood fast and turned around to see the man on the ground, then began to give them hard heavy stomps to the stomach and chest. It didn't seem to do much though, the $90 Nikes she wore didn't hurt as much as her boots would have, and the mask-wearing brunette grabbed their foot to throw it off. The metallic creature hit the floor and rolled. They ended up facing the old rotting ceiling, and right before they could push herself off the ground, a black shoe was pushed onto her chest, a white, soulless-eyed mask looking down on him.

"WHAT'S YOUR ISSUE, MAN? MY FIGHT'S NOT WITH YOU! IT'S THE BIG DOUCHE I'M AFTER!" The metallic white human grabbed the black shoe and forced herself up and onto the masked individual, switching the positions and allowing the pure white semi-human to pin down the attacker. She ever so calmly reached out one hand and the ax that was cast aside swung into their open palm.

"Ready to die? Any final words? No? Ok, cool, I wasn't going to let you say them anyway!" She, whilst kneeling on the masked freak, brought the ax far above his head, then let gravity take its course to bring the ax blade into the skull of the man that just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. They let their frustrations and sorrow out and thrust the blade in and out of the man's head, over and over and over again until he finally got tired enough to stop and stand. She looked around and started to walk out and find the fuck who killed their boy when a strange sound was heard. A pained groan from the guy they had just now killed. How the hell?? He turned back around to see the man sit up, dizzily slumping against the wall as a deep crimson pooled below him, a few chunks of skull and brain in the puddle, as well. The wound seemed... cauterized. As if someone had taken an extremely hot piece of metal and burnt it onto the injury. The white, cracked mask, which was shattered and discarded on the ground, had begun to reform back together, much like the skin and bone on the injured, supposed-to-be-dead man's head. Soon enough, the man's face was almost fully reformed and he quickly slipped the mask back on before the metallic-skinned other could see what he looked like. What the fuck?