A Not So Lone Survivor (Handsome Jack x Male Reader)

1- The Peaceful King

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The dust filled expanse of the Wasteland that is Pandora spreads out further than my eyes can see, but, that doesn't stop my eyes from darting in every direction they can. I slow my technical down as I come into a large cave within a mountain. The road slopes downwards slightly as I go underground to my hidden kingdom.

Hyperion came to this planet hoping to rid our world of the psychopaths that run amok on the surface, what they do not know of however is the underground city of Hell's Inferno. A simple name.

We have this thing here. Me and my high council work to bring in Psycho clans and rehabilitate them in a way. It's sort of worked out. My Jawbreakers were the first to experience this place. Our home, we take in those that the Crimson Raiders of Sanctuary would kill without batting an eye.

I swiftly swing my door to the technical open and jump out. I press a few buttons on the digistructor placed on my left wrist. The technical gets put back so I can pull it back out when I need to. My head shifts to the direction of the main gate as I hear a call for me.

"How's it goin' Y/n? your little farm doin' good?" Corey. My second in command. A strong Welsh accent. He's from a place called Wales wherever that is. His black hair is short and seemingly newly buzzed. I met him when I was roughly twelve, we've stuck with each other ever since. In fact he was the one that found the Inferno.

"I actually am gonna have a few crops to bring soon. Maybe we can start moving back to the surface someday soon." I turn and smile at my best friend. How many years had it been? Eighteen? Nineteen? Somewhere near there. I say we get to finally take back our home.

We stride through the main street of the city. Newly adjusting psychos screams of anger or confusion could be heard in the distance as we walk passed the young children that learnt they didn't have to be completely psychotic. The way we do things here is, we offer them a safe space to live wearing psycho masks of our own and if they take our hands and join us, we bring them here. We help them adjust to our rules and slowly but surely rehabilitate them until they can be considered somewhat sane.

They're all so sweet once you properly meet them. I've received gift after gift from them all. I remember with the first clan we helped they would give me skag guts and eventually they learned about plants and what are better gifts to give. They're truly getting better. Our homes are a made of scrap metal and the likes but it's cozy enough.

Some of the psychos are a bit scared to remove their masks but over time they learn that they shouldn't use it as a crutch of sorts to keep them safe, not when their clan is there for them. We all have taken on the names of the Jawbreakers. It's because of a, well I'd rather not spoil the surprise.

Me and Corey make our way to the main building, built into the shape of a castle of sorts. It's more like a common place for everyone to chill out in. However the throne room, that's where people stand before me, the King, and tell me their pathetic sob stories and why I should let them live for coming to assassinate one of the children of our clan.

Like this bumbling mess. A man with a green jacket, ripped trousers, messed up brown hair  and who had clearly been dragged through the mud like the filth he is, stood before me and told me how he was only trying to avenge some dead kid of his that Eveline had tried to kill. Eveline is my daughter. I left her here for a sleepover with her friend, one time, and look what happens.

I let out a heavy sigh and shake my head.
"Well that's funny, really, because my daughter has never had the need to kill anyone throughout her entire life. So either you're lying or something was not right at that sleepover." I narrow my eyes as the man visibly becomes more distressed.
His eyes wider and body shakier than before.