[Discontinued] Folie à Deux | Madness Combat X Reader

♡, ☽-✧ | O/S | Dying in NV | Hank

[𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙊𝙍𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏: I'm kinda leaving the Madness Combat Wattpad community.
No, I'm not abandoning this book. (As much as I'm becoming more interested in certain other stuff.)
No, I'm not done with the show and general community.
But I just despise so much of it due to how toxic it has become.
It isn't really leaving, per se. I just don't want any association with the hell that goes on here. But when it's such a small community, you will, one way or another (fighting the urge to say one Gerard or Mikey right now), end up being part of it. So please, just let me rest and write because this community has brought so much misery into my life back in 2022. And a professional fuck you to the one who shall remain unnamed. Thank you for listening, and we shall now continue with our piano interlude.]

Requested by: k1tt3n________

Listen to the song above for maximum suffering, though I do recommend the original Dying In LA too, anyways try to find the references lol.

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With a swift dash, you quickly managed to escape yet another explosion. You had been searching for more survival resources, which meant you had to go back to that damned Agency.

It was much tougher at the moment, considering Wimbleton decided to quench his bloodthirst specifically now, which was the cause of all the explosions and fighting going on. So now not only were you being targeted because you got busted, you also had to outrun other obstacles in your way, namely the state's local maniac.

You felt like it was just another personal and aimed 'Fuck you.' from the world to you, one of the many you get in a day, except this felt more targeted. Mainly because you and Hank knew each other. Very well, at that. Though you had to leave for your own safety knowing he was very well the most wanted man in this fucked up excuse of a state.

It hurt to leave, it really did. You both knew it was for the better. You tried arguing that you could fend for yourself, that you could fight, that you could handle being associated with Nevada's Most Wanted.

But he didn't take any of that, because he knew damn well it was bullshit.

He could see the pain in your voice back then when you tried telling him that you'll 'be okay, I promise!', it hurt him too. You could see the tiniest bit of emotion in his voice. It was pain, disguised in a mask of impatience and anger. 

In the end you had to leave, which was arguably a still very irresponsible decision from Hank to have you take, considering if he considered you so...fragile, to put it nicely, then how were you to survive in this hell, all alone?

But those worries were rather irrelevant, as you managed to somehow fight and stay alive. In some weird way, you stayed a normal citizen of this hell, as normal as it can get here. You didn't have a constant target on your head that followed you and wanted you gone, you weren't wanted, as "flattering" as that'd be.