WHY HELLO THERE! :)
"What am I without you..."
"Yourself...?"
^big L
Anyways, let's start this lol
TW//Blood, Violence, Gore (ig)
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"HAH! YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME?!" Russo laughed manically, one hand over his left eye as his head craned back a bit. "He couldn't stall me, so neither can you." He hinted at Factual's unconscious body in the corner, possibly bleeding out to death at this point. Then, he looked at DJ straight in the eye.
"You won't win this fight. You girlfriend didn't win hers." Russo snickered. DJ's eyes widen a bit and he looks behind him to see a bloodied body laying on the floor, unmoving.
"NEVER LET YOUR GUARD DOWN."
DJ was taken aback by the sudden attack that Russo tried to inflict onto him, nearly slashing him.
Russo groaned and grit his teeth as he went back a bit to avoid more wounds.
"Russo." DJ said to him, voice hoarse. "I'm tired, you're tired, let's just end this. For good. Please. I don't want to fight you."
"Yeah, let's end this." He smirked, his grip on his corrupt sword tightening.
"Fine. Have it your way." DJ grumbled, once again getting in his fighting stance. Russo did the same.
DJ attacked first, aiming to stab Russo's chest. Russo dodged to the left, and DJ turned over mid-air and used his sword to stop sliding once he reached the ground.
"I didn't want to do this, but you've passed the line." DJ warned him. "No more nice guy."
DJ stood up, removing his sword from the ground. It had started to glow a bright green, and he removed his glasses. He threw them to the side.
"I am done with your sh*t, Russo." DJ grit his teeth angrily and held his sword tightly.
"Ah, so you've finally snapped?" Russo asked. "I've always wondered what you would act like once you did. I guess I'll learn right now."
"Just shut up. I know your weak spot, Russo." DJ snarled at him. Russo looked him dead in the eyes, pupils dilated. Then, he calms down.
"Right. You killed me, anyways. You should know." Russo looked to his right, noticing Lego getting beat to a pulp. His cracked helmet lay next to his dead-looking body, parts of the glass shattered.
"Ah, it looks like people are finishing their fights." He sighed. "Let's finish this quickly."
DJ immediately lunged at the nape of Russo's neck, aiming at the stitched part. Russo ducked in time and tried to stab DJ in his stomach, but he moved too quickly for Russo to attack him.
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RB Battles: Season 3.
FanfictionDISCLAIMER: THIS FANFIC WAS MADE MONTHS BEFORE RBB SEASON 3 CAME OUT! I'm so sorry for the cringe cover- :((( They were hosting the third RB Battles event when suddenly, most of the participants pass out. They all wake up, but something feels off...
